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KINKMAS 25 MERRY CHRISTMAS VINNIE HACKER X male reader!

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you were getting ready, to go to a amazing event with vinnie. you put all this sexy green out, you brought some oils with you along with a nice prada green purse. your long hair curled up in a soft bun with little bits of red ribbon here and there. you wore a nice green dress that flowed behind your figure as it went down the stairs, the skirt just above the knee with a red bow at the bottom, the sleeves had two more bows with matching small flowers attached to them.

you added some love dust along with oils onto your chest and arms. you got into a private car, feeling yourself as your favorite songs played. the view was amazing, the city lights of new york were amazing you loved seeing ALL of the bright billboards along with the loghts.

you loved any blue lights you could see as your favorite color was blue. however for this occasion you had to wear red and green as it was a christmas themed networking event. however they did have a party section to the house.

this was a house the size of a gigantic mansion with many many sectors. you were so excited it was a great opportunity. you arrived at the event, the paparazzi was insane. but you were focused on getting inside, you went earlier then vinnie, as they opened 50 minutes earlier then the scheduled time, but it was already pretty packed, but nobody would go upstaires yet or go past the first two rooms.

you saw bryce parker "hey Y/N how are you im surpised to see you here" said bryce with a warm smile, his fluffy hair it was so cute, he had such a redefined jawline, you melted thinking about it.

he was wearing a really cute braclet "im great, I know… usually im pretty nervous to be at big events like this, but I decided to step out of my comfort zone… love your braclet… how cute…"

"thank you Y/N, well I look forward to seeing you around, this outfit was a great choice, you look stunning" he said biting his lip, he took a sip of his drink. you were very good at feeling energy he was flustered but nervous, he was beyond cute "thank you I love this outfit of yours, that buttoned up shirt is hot" you said as his shirt was unbottoned, you took a glass of red wine slowly examing his stomach before taking a sip.

"thank you… I-I- you are so memorizing… I-" he said stuttering, you cut him off "relax handsome Ill see you around when they open up the 2nd floor" you said brushing your hand past his ab and walking away. he felt shivers, you heard a small groan from him. you smirked as you had him breaking down for your touch.

he was entranced by you. you were emotionally so excited as you knew that the love dust was working in your favor and now you could have anyone at the event. you then went to the 2nd room, seeing noah beck, he was clearly waiting for vinnie… as you walked toward him, you heard a voice call out to you.

"Y/N" it was Ace akers "hey ace surpised to see you, I thought you werent coming?" you were very excited to see Ace but you were nervous because he was somebody that could easily make you just as flustered as you made bryce feel.

"hey Y/N I originally wasnt but I bryce convinced me to come… you look so beautiful" "thank you ace, you look just so fine… " you said he smirked, his eyes were so pretty, along with his jaw, everything about him was so perfect.

he was staring you down, admiring your outfit. you were the sexiest thing to him. "I like your outfit… you mustve been intentional huh?… considering that shirt wraps around your biceps perfectly" you said with a smile, "haha… well… I heard from someone its what you like" he laughed nervously. you didnt know why. but you were so drawn to ace so you gave him a small kiss.

he kissed back, you squirmed as the touches he gave you made you shiver. "Y/N you… are so fucking sexy… why is it that I cant control myself around you" he said you giggled "relax the show hasnt started yet" you said. "lets go walk around"

it had now been 45 minutes , the entire first floor had opened you were so excited. "in 15 minutes the 2nd floor will open up.. But to pass some time I wanna see you dance with me" said ace.

you smiled, you took his hand and got together on the dance floor. he spun you around. you danced to the music with ace. he gave you a small kissmaking you moan. "your moans are angelic" thank you ace. you said. after some more dancing you both decided to go upstairs as they opened the 2nd floor.

"vinnie is here ace, I have to go, but you are just so hot…" "thank you… Im here if you ever get bored" he said with a smirk. you left him with one finak kiss. in that moment its as if everything stopped and no one was there. you loved his smell, of lavender and his lips felt so good.

"hey vinnie" "hey Y/N, you are fucking sexyyy, Lets go up stairs I want to see the big tree" "thank you vinnie, you are very handsome yourself… its a luxury to have such a handsome man here" "thank you" you kissed him and headed up stairs with vinnie.

the upstairs was so pretty. the christmas tree was pink with pink ornaments and lights. the ornaments were colorful, but still looked beautiful. the tree was decorated beautifully, you liked the decorations, they were unique. you were so happy to meet everyone. you were so nervous about meeting everyone else, but luckily, bryce was there the lighting made him look extra hot…

you and vinnie took photos together, you shined a big bright smile to the camera. "what a fabulous outfit… such a sexy man" you blushed giving him a kiss. quickly the news picked up on the photo just from people in the event sharing it on their stories. you didnt mind it. as this event was heavily monitored, every couple of minutes theyd limit anybody from entering, thats why they opened each floor at different times as the event planners and staff had to check and look all aroud the building to make sure their are no weapons etc.

you had collabed with the event before so you knew they had very strict and advanced security aswell as only 2 entrances a front entrance along with a back entrance.

you gave vinnie another kiss. "come here pretty boy" you moaned as he took you to a private room. locking the door "undress baby" you slowly undressed maintaing eye contact, you felt his eyes roam your entire body. you slowly touched yourself "lay on the table Y/N" he said smirking "wow your so fucking pretty my handsome Y/N"

"thank you vin… you are so sexy" he took his shirt off you brushed your hands along his arms to his abs then to his pants "let me have the honors" you said with a smirk. you unzipped his pants slowly biting down on his thigh as you took his underwear off. you gave him a kiss on his thigh. "relax let me do the work" said vinnie with a warm smile.

"oh not today vinnie relax and i mean RELAX focus on your breathing" you gave him a kiss on his bicep. he moaned feeling shivers down his energy body. he gave you a kiss. he was laying on the table, you quickly got ontop of him slowly setting yourself onto his big girthy dick.

"oh Y/N you are so fucking sexy" he said as he wrapped his hands around your hips, he began to move himself gently into you, it was so good, so much better than any other time that you'd done it. "fuck Y/N i need to cum" he said as he bit down on his lip trying to keep quiet. he came hard. "wow youre so hot vinnie… i needed you to cum so bad" you said placing your mouth over his neck, sucking, nibbling his flesh.

he moaned your name louder. "your too fucking good OH… my god-" he said "focus on that breathing handsome" you moved up and down faster "fuck fuck fuck" he said swaying his hips harder. he grabbed onto your hair pulling harder and harder.

"please y/n please…." he was panting and sweating, his head was spinning and his heart beating so fast… he climaxed, falling into the bed, your lips met his, you two kissing passionately, you pulled away after a while. to catch a breath. you kissed him again being just so hungry for vinnie and his love. your love dust worked so good… vinnie moaned and kissed you. he went for your neck making you arch as his bite down hard.

your body trembled, you were on edge you didn't know how long you guys were gonna last, he pulled you up and laid you down on the table, he placed kisses on your neck. "fuck your making me shiver so hard." he said. "you dont have to hold back on me darling" he looked deep into your eyes, he kissed you deeply on the lips. you kissed back with passion, your hands roaming down his abs. "i need you so badly y/n" you kissed him again, he sucked on your lower lip and licked it. you went the fastest youve ever gone. you both yelled loudly as you came together.

"relax now darling" said vinnie. you moaned as he gave you a kiss. "your a fucking godess" "thank you vinnie" his eyes were admiring you with lust. you loved hearing his heavy breathing.

you both got cleaned up, along with getting your outfits on. "come on baby" said vinnie as he gave you a back massage. "wanna go home, or do you want to stay here Y/N?" "lets stay here and get a drink."

"alright princess" you both headed out, he held your hand the entire way. once on the first floor you both ordered drinks, you sat down. "what do you think the tabloids will say?" you asked vinnie. "im not sure.. but I know a lot of people will attacck you… i do not want that to happen." "dont worry vinnie who cares. I love you and thats what really matters.

nothing else matters. you are what matters to me" a tear dropped down his face "thank you, thank you so much" you hugged him tightly kissing his lips multiple times. he hugged you as tight as he could, his head tucked under your chin. "thank you y/n"

"you really get me and make me feel safe" "Aww" you both ordered a 2nd round of shots. you could see that the sex really got to him in a great way. "you ok vinnie?"

"yes I am good… I- sorry your just… so fucking pretty…" "aw thank you" "i mean it Y/N" you gave him a kiss. you both started to makeout.

"lets go vinnie I am tired." "alright ill order the CAB Y/N" "thanks"

you saw bryce as you were about to leave "leaving so soon?" "yeah… I wanna have some fresh air…"

"alright well take care sexy" he whispered in your ear. "bye handsome your lucky all of these people are here otherwise Id kiss you" he bite his lip. you waved at him. "ah seducing like always huh?"

"of course vinnie… now you already know how things are" "Im surpised there was no kiss."

"of course not I dont need the tabloids grilling me to no end about what I do in my personal life, you know I have to keep everything underwraps to protect my friends, and the people I love"

"I understand… you are so cute…" you both got out of the cab as you arrived to vinnies house. "come in lets watch some netflix Y/N" you smiled at him. "thank you… I have a better idea, lets play mario kart" "oh hell yeah"

THE END!

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Kinkmas - Day 24 (Final): Degradation W/ Woosung

Post Date: 24th December 2022 Content: Smut - The Rose Woosung x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Degradation/ HardDom!Woosung/ Sir!Woosung/ BratSub!Reader/ Fem!Reader/ Reader has a vulva / Nicknames - Sl*t & wh*re/ Punishment

Summary: Claiming to have been so good all year to the Santa at your mall, Woosung makes it evident that it’s all a facade.

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"All you've done all day is be a brat, princess," Woosung hisses in your ear followed by a slap across your ass cheek, marking it bright red as the sting lingers for a little bit, making you cry out loud.

What he means by that is that he really didn't approve of the outfit you were wearing whilst you went out for a bit of last-minute shopping.

Of course, you just had to wear a shirt that revealed a bit too much of your cleavage. Now and again adjusting just to get Woosung's attention - in the process, attention from onlookers, most with their jaws to the floor at the sight of you.

It was intentional, of course. You felt like trying to tease him whilst you were out. Well. You were being a bit of a brat. You couldn't help yourself. 

That's not the only thing that's got him all worked up, but the fact you queued to go see "Santa", just to sit on his lap and batter your eyelashes at him. Taking longer than you should've, the queue of kids behind you start to get a bit impatient.

Woosung was unimpressed when you continue to batter your eyelashes at Santa, putting on a baby girl voice and starting to twirl your hair. Almost flustering the guy posing as Santa, blushing behind the fake beard.

"Santa, I've been such~ a good girl this year," You flirt with him, looking back at Woosung and noticing how red his face was getting and how irritated and pushed past his limits.

Good girl? You've got that wrong completely. 

"I didn't do anything wrong, Sir," You whimper, a smirk creeping into your face.

You knew what you did. But playing innocent was the option you continue to choose despite acting the exact opposite. 

"You know exactly what you did, you're a slut," He bites, growling deeply with his cheek pressed against yours.

He's got you locked underneath him. Pinned to the bed with his hands wrapped around your wrists above your head and you don't think that there could be anything hotter than seeing him like this.  

There was something in the way that he got so wound up, set perfectly into the trap that you put down, that makes you so incredibly happy and horny. Purposely testing his patience just for your own gain and you could never regret it. 

The doe eyes come out to play and you aren't backing down from feigning innocence, fluttering your eyelashes at him now. It obviously does something to him by the way he sighs and looks down, seemingly in defeat.

That "defeat" disappears and when he looks back up, there's nothing but lustful hunger in his eyes, dark with just the strong burning desire to ruin you until every bone and joint aches. 

"Then why were you being such a whore and flirting with Santa, huh? Claiming to be a good girl... A good girl my ass," His grip tightens around your wrists and he nips at your bottom lip, making you wince at the feeling.

Trying to keep your innocent afloat, you pout at him, lip sticking out as you try to get out of his restraints.

“No point in trying, you’re just going to have to wait for me to punish you for being such a flirtacious whore,” His words play with both your mind and your core, making you choke on thin air. 

Trying to give a little bit of trust in you, he removes his grip from around one of your wrists, cupping your cheek to give you what was barely classed as a kiss. 

This is your punishment for behaving so badly.

Your punishment was to barely get touched by him, just to push you over the edge because you've tested him all day. Returning the favour in some kinda way.

There isn't anything you love more than to test him, but what you love more is how he reacts and how you get punished despite your whole body breaking apart and aching to be touched properly, to get the full satisfaction.

You love it when he breaks you, and he knows how to. A little too well.

With your hand free, you tangle your fingers in his hair, attempting to pull him in closer for a kiss. However, he dodges your lips completely and with a huge grin on his face, "Now, now. You're the one that's being naughty. You may be on Santa's good list but you aren't on mine".

With the hand that lets go of your wrist, he teases it down your sides, pulling at your underwear as he brushes over your cunt, making you whimper.

"Tell me how naughty you've been today, go on," He falsely coos at you, mocking you. His hand hovers over your core as you buck your hips upwards into his hands for some friction.

Though you may love getting punished, this was the punishment that gets to you the most. It's your own fault, you should've behaved better.

Shaking your head profusely, you try and string along the faux innocence for as long as you could but desperation to be touched takes over your mind.

"I haven't... Been... Naugt-" You try to get out in one coherent sentence, noticing his hand getting closer but retracting away from your core. But instead grabbing your thigh tightly.

"Are you sure? I think you may need to remember that you put yourself out there for everyone in town today. Everyone in town saw you being a little slut on Santa's lap whilst flirting with him," Woosung bites lowly, cooing at first but that swiftly changes.

Now you're at your breaking point, his words teasing the patience you had to keep the facade up.

It's evident it wasn't going to be for long when the palm of his hand pressed against your core, palm against your clit whilst his fingers rested against your entrance.

Then it goes, the facade, the lot of it. You're begging for him to touch you, telling him that you're the biggest whore in town. Just to be fucked like one.

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Kinkmas Prompt #12: Pet Play

A/N: Hi Yall! I’m going to be honest I thought about making this longer but I ended up keeping it short, so if you would like a part 2 slide into my DMs/asks. Stay tuned for another fic tonight! I’ve never written pet play before so I wasnt entirely sure what to write, sorry if it isn’t what you expected! If you would like to request a prompt and character yourself please reference my Kinkmas masterpost.

Pairing: The Beatles x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut, Polyamory, mentions of prostitution, oral(f receiving), pet play, collar, idk really.

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Your job was… well it was interesting to say the least. It started out as a simple customer service job working for Brian Epstein, you’d answer phones, schedule appointments, take notes, you know the usual things a secretary would do. It was a job that didn’t help you pay the bills.

You spent many a break on your phone with your mom, “I don’t know how I’m going to make rent.” You said in a hushed tone, talking in the back office in hopes that no one would hear you.

Your mom always took moments like these to remind you that you should have never moved to the city, “I know, I know.” Your tone frustrated and disgruntled, “I’m picking up extra shifts at that restaurant I told you about.” No matter how hard you worked, it seemed as though she was always disappointed with your decision to be more independent.

It wasn’t until your boss, Mr. Epstein over heard you that he propositioned you.

Your face flushed “You-you want me to what?” You asked in disbelief. It wasn’t an unappealing offer to say the least, but it caught you off guard.

Brian shifted sheepishly, “Well, with going over to the states, I don’t want the boys to run wild with all the women that’ll be around.” You understood what he was getting at, the boys did have insatiable sexual appetites that had only been fueled by their recent claim to fame. They couldn’t run around ruining their own reputation, not after all of the work they put in, “I’ll pay you more of course, for your troubles.” He cleared his throat “I’ll even throw in apartment that’s closer to the studio for your troubles.” He crossed his arms over his chest and awaited your response.

You chewed on your lip and pondered, an apartment closer to work would be nice, and the more pay was enticing, but you couldn’t wrap your head around prostituting yourself. It was literally what your mom had warned you would happen.

“You’re going to end up selling sex for money!” She would scold and you’d laugh.

That was ridiculous wasn’t it?

Well, apparently it wasn’t all that ridiculous because here you were, seriously considering it as an option to help you pay the bills. You swallowed thickly and glanced at the soundproof window that looked into the studio, you could see the boys goofing off, George’s sharp cheekbones, Paul’s pouty lips, Ringo’s cheeky smirk, and John’s devilish glint that hid behind his Buddy Holly inspired glasses were all enticing. You looked back at your boss and pursed your lips for a moment “I’ll do it.” You responded with a curt nod.

Today was actually your first day in your new position and your first official day in America. Per the boys, you were told to wait patiently in the green room for them to finish their performance and set out bottles of water and towels for when they returned. It didn’t matter how thick the concrete walls were or how many divided you from the crowd you could still hear their roars as clear as day. The reception they received was insane.

But what was even more insane was this stupid collar that you had on. It was simple and black with a silver buckle on it and the short pencil skirt you were always required to wear, for easy access. You checked the clock, their show would be over in ten minutes, so you assumed your position next to the door and knelt, smoothing your skirt over your thighs and waited.

Your knees hurt and dug into the tacky shag carpet while you played with the hem of your skirt, rubbing it between your fingers nervously. You could hear chatter on the other side of the door and the handle jiggled. You sat up straight and poised, adjusting your chest so it stuck out more than usual for good measure. You were nervous, your heart was racing, and your breathing sped up as you saw the first boot step through the door. Your eyes remained averted and your face flushed, you swallowed thickly, and the collar felt as though it was getting tighter around your neck.

“Your show sounded great!” You said greeting them.

“Wow,” Ringo quipped, “I wasn’t expecting you to actually do what we asked.”

You looked up to see them, their mop tops sweaty and plastered to their faces, and cheeks reddened from heat “Well,” You started, “It’s my job, why wouldn’t I do it?” You asked honestly.

John smirked, “You’re an obedient little kitten, aren’t you?” He asked. You clenched your thighs, you’d never been called kitten before. It ignited a fire in your belly, “Come on over here.” He beckoned.

You nodded and stood up from your spot on the floor, brushing your skirt and legs off and walked over. John spread his legs and patted his lap for you to sit and you promptly followed his silent command. As soon as took your seated position his hand gripped the dip of your hip, calloused fingers rubbing softly on the fabric.

“Are you nervous?” Paul asked and gave you a knowing smirk.

Your eyes darted around the room before you shook your head “No,” You lied through your teeth.

“Why don’t you be a good little Kitty and spread those legs for us then?” John asked, using his large hands to rub the inside of your thighs and beckon them open.

You leaned back into his shoulder, inhaling his musky scent and spread your legs wide. Your skirt began to inch up your lap before it exposed the damp spot that had soaked through your cotton panties. You turned your face with embarrassment and buried it into John’s neck. Your chest heaved with anticipation as you felt his calloused hands inching closer and closer to your heat.

Your legs began to shake, feeling his hand touching everywhere but where you so desperately needed it, “Come on, John, don’t go on teasing the poor thing.” George cooed.

With that he finally pulled your panties to the side, gathering the slick on his fingers before he pushed into your tight cunt. You choked out a high-pitched moan and spread your legs further. His fingers expertly circled your clit while he trailed kisses down your neck, licking and sucking to mark your skin. But, as soon as his fingers entered you, they exited and moved up to your chest, pulling your shirt up and exposing your breasts. John pulled your bra down causing them to spill out and your nipples to begin to harden in response to the cool air.

His calloused hands began to pinch and twist the pebbled buds, your mouth hung open and you rested your head on his shoulder while he whispered filthy words into your ear. You opened your eyes for a brief moment and looked down to see Ringo settling between your legs. He looked up at you nervously, for such a handsome man he was the most self-conscious out of all four of the boys, “Mind if I…” he trailed off as his hand settled on either side of your panties. You nodded your head, urging him to take them off.

Once they were slipped off and your skirt now fully bunched up, exposing your entire bottom half Ringo settled between your legs, spreading your folds and getting a view of the mess you were making on John’s trousers. He experimentally inserted a finger into you and instinctively curled it upwards, brushing against your soft walls. The sensation of his cold rings biting against your skin and the pleasure he was bringing you along with John gripping your breasts soon became over whelming.

Paul stood behind Ringo, observing your dripping cunt and watching Ringo’s thick fingers disappearing within you, pumping in and out rhythmically, “Give her a taste,” He urged, “She’s been such a good girl.”

Your walls fluttered around Ringo’s fingers at the positive affirmation which caused Ringo to smirk. He spread you apart and hesitantly dipped his head between your legs and licked at your wet folds. You shuttered and your hips relaxed while your head fell back onto John’s shoulder while he pinched and pulled your nipples.

Ringo’s tongue delved inside you, lapping at your wet core like a starved man, his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, curling and rubbing against your soft walls. You bucked your hips and ground them against his face and moved to lace your fingers through his hair, but your wrist was quickly snatched by a set of long and thin fingers.

You opened one of your eyes and saw George holding your wrist and stroking his length in his other hand. Instinctively you reached out and brushed your thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that had leaked out over and pumped your hand down his length. He shuttered and brushed your hair out of your face, grabbing a fist full and tilting your head back roughly.

You gasped as your head jerked back, exposing your neck and allowing now both John and George to kiss your neck, the contrasting feelings of their kisses and Ringo tongue vigorously lapping at you caused your chest to heave and breathy moans to seep from your lips as you continued to roll your hips and jerk George off. You reached your hand up and ran your nails down the side of John’s neck while you desperately sought something to keep your self-anchored to while your walls quivered around Ringo’s tongue. “Do you think our good little kitten deserves to come?” John asked, his voice was heavy with lust.

Paul gave you a cheeky smirk, “Why don’t you be a good girl and come all over Ringo’s face for us.”  You glanced over to see him seated casually, his long legs sprawled out, pants unzipped, and pumping his length in his hand. Your back arched against John’s broad shoulders and you let out a desperate cry as you came, your walls pulsating and clenching Ringo’s fingers. Neither of the boys had yet to get off, but you still had a feeling that your time with them was far from over.

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Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

Completed works for #Kinktober2020. All contain smut to some degree so proceed with caution.

1. threesome | toys under clothing | handjobs

2. lingerie | branding | costumes

3. master/slave | exhibitionism/voyeurism

4. nipple play | somnophilia | photography/nudes

5. anal | sleepy/morning sex | corset

6. toys | teratophilia/xenophilia | making out

7. boot/foot worship | glory hole | medical play

8. double penetration | begging  | degradation

9. bondage | formal wear | hypnosis/mind control

10. pegging | dirty talk | wax play

11. body swap | ovipositor | temperature play

12. hair pulling | collaring | omegaverse

13. masks | impact play | getting caught

14. sadism/masochism | body writing | face sitting

15. body modification | gags | size difference

16. shower sex | discipline | object insertion

17. transformation | breath play | chastity

18. spit roasting | biting | shibari

19. fisting | overstimulation | uniforms

20. shaving/grooming | cunnilingus | anonymous sex

21. tentacles | crossdressing/feminization | cock warming

22. fucking machine | masturbation | abduction

23. rimming | blowjobs | gangbang/orgy

24. sex pollen | first time/virginity | blood/gore

25. vibrator | predicament bondage | sounding

26. public use | distention | praise

27. orgasm control/denial | aphrodisiacs | knife play

28. angry/hate sex | suspension | role play

29. lap dance | pet play | leather

30. forniphilia | sensory deprivation | phone sex

31. aftercare | hand-holding

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[morningfears]

Friends

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: You and Calum have been friends for a little over a year and while he initially wanted to keep things platonic, you’re getting mixed signals. And following a day smoking together, the two of you end up making a move that could drastically alter your relationship. | Stoned sex with Calum for Kinkmas.

Word Count: 3.6k

For the first time in weeks, you feel at ease.

A cloud of smoke hangs over your head as you lie on Calum’s couch. He’s stretched out, head on your lap and legs hanging over the edge of the couch, and a sense of calm envelops you as the scent of cigarette smoke, marijuana, and something distinctly Calum washes over you. A song from a playlist Calum created specifically for these moments plays quietly in the background and lingers in the back of your mind as you stare at the swirling tendrils of smoke pouring from his lips. He’s got a lazy smile quirking his mouth, eyes half shut with one arm behind his head, fingers grazing your thigh, and the pipe in his free hand. He looks utterly content, relaxed and so comfortable, and it warms your heart to see him this way.

Though he’s enjoyed being back on the road, you know that being away from home has been stressful for him. He’s missed Duke, more than anything else, and he’s missed having a sense of normalcy. You know that he misses routine and the mundane sameness of daily life, even if it’s just for a few days.

You know that he’s missed the quiet and a bit of alone time. He’s also missed you but things have been good, comfortable and pressure free, so he doesn’t feel the need to explicitly state just how much he missed you while he was gone. Instead, he opts for inviting you over a little more than usual and hoping you won’t call him out on it

He’s fairly certain that you wouldn’t and that’s part of what makes your relationship with Calum so strong, so easy. The two of you understand one another in a way that no one else has ever been capable of. Neither of you have to work too hard to explain yourselves as the other just gets it. 

When no one else understands, you know that Calum will.

When you’re feeling upset, as if your world is crashing around you, Calum is the person you call. He’ll sit with you in silence, not pressuring you to speak but reminding you that he’s there, or he’ll be your shoulder to cry on. And he knows that you’ll do the same for him, no matter what country he happens to be in. He’s taken to calling you first, even when he’s a thousand miles away, just to hear you talk about nothing and everything all at once as it calms his racing heart.

Over the last year, the two of you have become constants in one another’s lives. You calm one another down when the anxiety gets the better of you cheer one another on when life gets to be too much. However, it’s not just the bad. Calum has become the first person you call with good news.  When you ace an assignment you were certain you failed, Calum knows about it before your mother. When the boys win an award or hit a milestone, Calum makes sure you know before anyone else. The two of you share the good just as frequently as the bad and it’s comforting to have someone like him in your life.

Your only issue with your relationship with Calum is that you’re not certain where the two of you stand anymore.

Things were very clear in the beginning. Initially, you understood that things were platonic and that was that, but you’re not quite certain anymore. However, you’ve resigned yourself to remaining in the dark as this is one subject Calum isn’t quite ready to broach. Even if you often find yourself confused as to what exactly he’s feeling.

Your relationship with Calum has changed significantly in the past year. Upon first meeting him at a party thrown by a mutual friend, you developed a small crush on him. He’s attractive, hilarious, intelligent, talented, compassionate; what more could you want from a potential partner? However, Calum made it very clear that he wasn’t interested in the romantic. He’d been scorned and love was the last thing he wanted in his life. And while you felt the initial sting of rejection, you understood and decided that friendship was better than nothing because Calum seemed to be exactly the kind of person you wanted in your life, romantic or platonic.

For a while, that’s all things were. The two of you maintained a relationship that was strictly platonic and it was nice. You spent a little time together, mostly in groups of mutual friends, and spoke pleasantly in passing. You didn’t go out of your way to be nice to one another but you also acknowledged the other’s presence whenever needed. However, a party at Ashton’s saw the two of you getting too drunk to safely leave and resulted in you both sleeping over. That night, after everyone had left, the two of you had a conversation about life and everything that entails in Ashton’s backyard. Since then, you and Calum have spent more and more time together, most of it alone.

Following that party, the two of you have gone out to dinner, gone to see movies, had movie night at your respective places (usually his place, however, as he has Duke and Duke is not fond of your couch), and have managed to build an incredibly active text thread. You watch conspiracy documentaries and baking shows while you argue over who gets to cuddle Duke (Calum usually wins that). And when you’re not attached at the hip, watching every Netflix special you can find, the two of you send one another pictures of dogs you happen across while out and about or memes that you come across while surfing the web. If Calum is traveling and stumbles upon something that reminds him of you, he’ll snap a picture (or buy it, if it’s small enough that you can’t reasonably yell at him for it) and send it your way. 

For a while, that was it. You spent time together, enjoyed one another’s company, and remained close friends. However, following the increase in time spent together came the increased physical affection. Neither you nor Calum are the touchiest of your friends. In fact, most of your friends know that you don’t particularly like physical contact at all. With Calum, though, it’s different.

The touches started out small, a casual arm over your shoulders or hand on your thigh. The longer you’ve known one another, though, the bolder the touches have gotten. Calum has taken to holding your hand if you’re out in a crowd under the guise of keeping you close. You’ve taken to wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his shoulder when you’re home, watching movies and cuddling Duke, just because you feel like it. And some nights the two of you cuddle, curl up together and hold one another close during movies. Recently, however, things have changed even more.

Following another drunken night at Ashton’s, you woke up in Ashton’s guest bedroom with Calum’s arms around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck. In your hungover, sleep induced state, you’d pressed a kiss to his shoulder and he’d returned the gesture with a soft kiss to the column of your throat. Neither of you spoke of it, you both simply brushed it off, but it opened the floodgates. As you left to return home, Calum had given you a soft kiss and looked somewhat surprised with himself before he played it off and bid you a safe drive.

Now, weeks later, you’ve kissed a handful of times and you’re not sure where to go from there. You haven’t talked about it at all and it’s weighing heavily on your thoughts each time you see Calum. You want to broach the subject but you’re half certain he’ll run, hide from the potential romance, and cut you out of his life. And that’s the last thing you want.

“Stop thinking.”

Calum’s voice shakes you out of your thoughts and you blink back into focus before you glance down at him. “I’m not thinking,” you huff as you reach out for the pipe in his hand, “I’m just not high enough yet.”

“You’re thinking too hard,” Calum repeats as he watches you take a hit, a small smile on his lips, “the point of this is to not think. It must be serious, whatever it is. You’re usually floating by now.”

“I’m not that weak,” you huff as you return the pipe to him. “You can look at a bottle of alcohol and be tipsy,” you counter as you reach down to tangle your fingers in his curls and playfully tug.

Calum moans at the feeling of you tugging his hair and breathes a sigh as he shifts on your lap and continues tapping your thigh. “Quit pulling my hair,” he hums as he places the pipe on the coffee table and allows his eyes to close.  “Do you want to talk about it or do you want to keep bothering me?”

“I’d prefer to bother you,” you hum as you tug at his hair once more.

Once again, Calum moans at the feeling and you feel a wave of heat wash over you. This is how things go. You get high, you get flirty, Duke interrupts, and you watch Bake Off. However, Duke is at the groomer’s and Calum is staring at you as if you’re the only thing that matters and you think that you should heed his warning before you confuse yourself even more.

“What time do you need to pick up Duke?” you question as you remove your hands from his hair and reach for your bottle of water in an effort to distract yourself.

“Four,” Calum hums as he glances at the clock on the wall across from you both, “but Luke is taking Petunia to get her nails clipped so he said he’d pick Duke up and bring him by on his way home. Why, you have somewhere to be?”

“Nope,” you laugh as he pokes your side, “just wondering when my favorite Hood will be back, is all.”

Calum feigns offense as he glances up at you. “See, I share my weed with you. I get you snacks. We watch movies and cuddle. And you still tell me Duke’s your favorite?”

“He absolutely is,” you nod, biting back a smile. “Mali’s second and then it’s Joy and then your dad and then maybe you.”

“You’re the worst,” Calum laughs as he sits up and tosses a packet of gummy worms at you. “Why’s Mali higher on the list than me? You’ve only hung out with her a few times. You see me nearly every day.”

“Yeah, that’s why I like her more,” you grin as you rip open the packet of gummy worms. “Besides, she’s so gorgeous. I have a little bit of a crush on her.”

“We look alike,” Calum grumbles as he reaches for the gummy worms and takes one from the pack. “If you think she’s hot, you have to think I’m hot, too.”

“Do I, though?” you question, laughing as Calum pouts at you. “You know I think you’re hot, Cal,” you placate with a grin. “I feel like that was one of the first things I said to you.”

“It was,” Calum reminds you with an easy grin, “you were trashed and told me I looked like a model while I was smoking.”

“I fully take that back, by the way. Your ego is too big for that shit.”

Calum rolls his eyes at you and leans over to grab another gummy worm from the bag sitting on your lap. “My ego’s not the only thing that’s big,” Calum teases with a grin. When you slap his shoulder, he laughs and shakes his head. “Come on,” he laughs as he reaches for your arm and tugs you into his side, “I’m kidding. You know that. But if you’re ever curious, you could Google it but I’d prefer you to ask me.”

“You’re the worst, Calum Hood,” you laugh as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Calum laughs at this but doesn’t retort. Instead, he wraps his arms around your shoulder and lets the two of you lapse into a comfortable silence. You feel your thoughts slowing and your stress melting as you relax into the couch and Calum’s embrace. Beside you, he grins at you and feels the overwhelming urge to lean over and press a soft kiss to your lips.

Calum knows that he’s been toeing the line of friendship and something more. He knows that he’s potentially leading you on as he still isn’t sure he’s looking for something more but he can’t help himself. It feels right with you. You feel comfortable, like home, and he’s tired of holding himself back. He wants to follow his instincts and his instincts are telling him to make you his.

He thinks it might be the weed relaxing him or the scent of your shampoo in his nose as he buries his face in your hair but whatever it is, it makes him abandon all logic as he lifts his head and brings his hand to cup your cheek. Your eyes remain closed as he turns your head to face him and he hesitates for only a moment before he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

Calum isn’t surprised when you shift in his embrace and sink into the kiss. He knows how you feel about him and he knows that he should stop before things get anymore heated but he can’t bring himself to do anything other than trace the seam of your lips with his tongue.

Calum’s hands linger on your cheeks, his fingers brushing your skin, as your hands return to his hair to tug at the strands. You know how much he likes it, he’s never made it much of a secret, so you keep your hands buried in his curls as he licks into your mouth. The kiss is lazy, soft and unhurried, as Calum’s hands drift from your cheeks to your waist. His fingers drift beneath the hem of your t-shirt and you shiver at the feeling of his palms, warm and slightly rough from years of playing the bass, against your bare skin. You know that you should stop him, should make an excuse to leave before this goes too far, but you don’t want to. You’re still not sure where you stand and you don’t think he’ll be more inclined to tell you should the two of you end up sleeping together but your thoughts are hazy and your lust is winning over any rationality.

You lose yourself into the kiss and feel your thoughts fade into nothingness as Calum gently nudges you to lie on your back. Your fingers remain tangled in his hair as one of his hands dips beneath the waistband of your shorts. He pulls away from the kiss just enough to breathe, “Is this okay?” against your lips. Calum is all you can feel as you breathe your consent against his lips.

“Yeah,” you mumble, your eyes still closed and your hands tugging at his hair, “more than okay.”

At your consent, Calum returns his lips to yours and slips his hands into your panties. He brushes your folds lazily, his fingers gentle and unhurried as he allows you to pull away and catch your breath. As he brushes your clit and feels you jolt in surprise beneath him, he attaches his lips to your neck and begins pressing kisses along the column of your throat.

No words are spoken as you move one hand from his hair and gently squeeze his hardening cock over his sweats. Calum moans against your skin and moves his fingers a little quicker but doesn’t change his lazy pace as he works to rile you up. It doesn’t take long as he slips a finger into your heat and hears you release a content sigh at the feeling.

Before Calum can go any farther, you gently nudge him away. Before he can ask what’s wrong, you tug at the hem of his t-shirt. “Shirt off, please,” you mumble and Calum nods. As he tugs his own t-shirt off, you shift beneath him and follow suit.

As you drop your t-shirt to the ground, Calum tugs at the waistband of your shorts and laughs when you lift your hips. He pulls them and your panties down in one go as you work on your bra. “You’re so pretty usually,” he whispers against the column of your throat as his hands knead your breasts. “But, fuck, you’re even better naked.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Hood,” you whisper with a grin as you grip the waistband of his sweatpants.

Calum laughs at this and nudges his sweatpants and briefs down before he settles back on top of you. Calum returns his hand between your thighs and slips two fingers into your heat. As he begins working you open, you focus your attention on his neck. You press kisses to his heated skin as he rubs your clit with his thumb.

It’s soft and lazy and sweet, nothing like you’d imagined it would be, but you don’t mind as you feel yourself falling into the moment. You can feel Calum shifting above you, reaching for the stash of condoms he keeps, before he rips open the foil packet and pulls away to roll the latex onto his length. “You sure this is okay?” he asks as he settles between your thighs properly.

“Now you’re the one who’s thinking too much,” you hum as you wrap your arms around his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair. “Yeah, Cal, it’s okay. I want it.”

Calum nods and returns his lips to yours as he sinks into you. His pace is slow, lazy and soft, as he begins fucking into you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and groans as he feels you tug at his hair. He feels good, sated and happy, and he doesn’t let the ideas of ‘what if’ and ‘what next’ enter his brain as he feels you clench around him.

Similarly, you tune out the thoughts of something more. You forget that you’re possibly making a mistake, you don’t dwell what could be. You focus on the now, on the what is, and allow yourself to fall over the edge as Calum circles your clit and nips at your neck.

As he feels you clench around him, Calum feels himself falling over the edge. You feel his hips stutter, his breathing shallow, and his hand clench your hip firmly as he spills into the condom and you want the moment to last forever as he remains still on top of you. He’s everywhere, warm and solid and entirely Calum. He presses a kiss to your lips, another lazy peck, before he pulls away and just like that, the moment is over.

Calum ties the condom and stands to toss it into the garbage. When he returns, you’re in his t-shirt and he doesn’t think he’s seen a prettier sight. An unfamiliar warmth blossoms in his chest and he wants to bury it deep, suppress it, as he knows nothing good can come of love. And when you look at him, soft and sweet and pretty, he doesn’t want to give you hope. So he tugs on his sweatpants and glances at the clock.

“I should pick up Duke,” he breathes as he glances at his phone. “I don’t want Luke to have to go out of his way.”

You blink at the sudden change in his attitude and nod slowly. “Uh, yeah,” you nod, “okay. Um, do you want me to come with you? We can go to the park or something.”

Calum is terrified at how much he wants this. He wants to be with you, to have you by his side, and to see you happy and in love. But he doesn’t think he can do that. He’s afraid of love, of you hurting him more than he already has been, and he doesn’t want to put his heart in your hands. So he shakes his head and does what he does best.

He runs.

“I’m just gonna bring him home,” he shrugs as he picks up your shirt and holds it out for you. “I need to get ready for the trip home, anyway. But maybe later.”

“Yeah,” you nod, even though you don’t really believe him. Your brain is fuzzy and you’re confused and hurt at the brushing off he’s doing but you tug off his shirt and hand it back to him before you pull on your own clothes. “I guess I’ll see you around, then,” you breathe as you slip on your shoes and grab your bag. “Tell Duke I said hi.”

“I will,” Calum nods. “See you later.”

“See you, Cal,” you breathe.

And just like that, you’re gone. Calum watches as you leave his house, your shoulders slumped and hurt clear on your face, but he doesn’t try to stop you. He’s confused, hurting himself and you, but he thinks that this will be better in the long run. He thinks that you’ll be better and you’ll both avoid heartbreak.

But as he stares at the front door, feeling a heavy weight on his soul, he thinks maybe he’s made a mistake.

Author’s Note: I’m watching Drag Race and the fucking reading, oh my god.

[asphalt-cocktail]

Kinkmas Prompt #9: Getting Caught

A/N: Hi cuties! This is the first post in my Kinkmas celebration! I currently have 4 other prompts that were requested today and I will be working on them in the order I received them! So, If you would like to request a prompt and character yourself please reference my Kinkmas masterpost. Sorry the ending is kind of shit, I couldnt figure out how to end it so I just stopped where i thought it was good, oops. Anywho happy reading and as always likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!

Pairing: Paul McCartney x Assistant!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut, masturbation (obviously), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fluff, not proof read

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You finally had a moment to breathe, your time on tour with the Beatles had felt suffocating. You were grateful that Brian Epstein had granted you the opportunity to travel along with the boys while on tour, but Christ almighty you were beginning to burn out at both ends and it was driving you insane. You barely had a moment to catch your breath let alone take care of your own needs.

You were a human being after all and being the only girl in this sausage fest was stressful for your hormones. While the boys would take girls back to their room, you would stay up and make sure the girls didn’t cause any trouble and were able to be snuck out without the bother from the crowd. It typically ended with you sleeping on the floor in the hall and being nudged away by a boot from one of the boys or softly shaken awake by one of the hotel employees.

But today you finally had a moment to yourself seeing as they had five days off to fly back to London to do some recording and the head back. Five whole days to yourself, no babysitting, no going to meetings, no doing damage control after one of their cheeky retorts to the press. Just you alone in your hotel room.

You busied yourself through out the day with various chores that you needed to take care of like ringing up your parents to let them know how you were surviving and scheduling some meetings when tour got back in session, but after you soon found yourself growing bored of the book you had picked up and missed the constant go of tour life. You soon found yourself sprawled out on your bed, skirt kicked off, leaving your panties exposed, and blouse half unbuttoned to expose your bra clad breasts.

Your mind began to wander as you absent mindedly rubbed your thighs and stomach, teasing yourself. You couldn’t help but think back to tour, posted in the hallway waiting for a haphazardly dressed girl to scuttle out of the room. You thought about the time you glanced up from your book and saw Paul still sweaty and messy haired with pink cheeks grinning down at you after one particular night. You bit your lip and whimpered as your fingers brushed over your panties, you’d always thought Paul was the most attractive, who didn’t? That was the problem actually, everyone thought Paul was the cute one. He constantly had girls fanning over him and you would sit and wait for them to leave his room so you could escort them back and then return with a cold bottle of coke for Paul where the two of you would just talk.

You added more pressure to the dark wet spot that had developed on your panties and your hips bucked against your hand while you let out a soft whiny moan. You thought of Paul, with his cheeks red and his typically perfect mop top hair a complete mess while he glanced up from between your legs and pulled your panties to the side, finally dipping a finger into your wet folds. You let out a gasp and slipped your bra off, exposing your breasts to the cool air and kneading them with one hand while your other rubbed slow circles around your clit.

Your mouth hung ajar and you lost yourself in the moment, moaning and grinding your hips in tandem with your fingers while your pinched and twisted your nipples in your other hand, “Ah, Paul.” You whined now pumping two fingers in and out of your wet pussy. The room filled with a combination of your breathy sighs and moans which mixed sinfully with the squelching sounds coming from your sinful actions.

“Fuck, just like that,” You sighed, arching your back and pushing your chest out. Your walls fluttered around your fingers and you neared your climax not totally consumed in your own mind, “Oh, fuck, Paul.” You couldn’t help but repeat his name, loving how it rolled off your tongue perfectly.

“[Y/N]?”

You jumped and pulled your hand away, wiping it on the bedsheets. Your felt your face and neck getting hot with embarrassment, “What are you doing in here?” You asked, looking at an equally shocked Paul who had managed to some how enter your room without you noticing.

“I came by to grab you for lunch- were you masturbating?” He asked the most obvious questions.

You sputtered out a protest before settling on a blatant lie “No.” you said, tugging your shirt closed for some hope of modesty.

Paul pursed his lips before his big hazel eyes flashed with devilish intent, “If you were, I was going to offer to help.” He licked his lips and gave you a cheeky smirk.

He was as arrogant as ever and you loved it. You spread your legs, giving him a view of your glistening core, still wet and throbbing from arousal and dipped your fingers back into your tight hole, “What if… what if I change my mind and say I was?” Your words were shaky while you spoke and tried to keep your voice calm.

Paul found himself stalking towards you, the weight of the bed dipping beneath his weight as he knelt on it and put his hand on your knees, spreading you apart further. He looked down at your hands, pumping in and out of your folds, his pouty lips hanging slightly ajar, “I’d still offer you help, ‘specially with a pretty cunt like that.” He answered, his tone hushed and rough as he rubbed his hands along the inside of your thighs.

Your breathing hitched in your throat, his rough hands causing a shiver to run down your spine. Your stomach twitched with anticipation, feeling his hands inching closer and closer to your core. Your fingers continued their long and labored movements and you bit your lip to hold back your whiny moans. Paul’s hand came to rest on your wrist and pulled you away from your heat, he brought your fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them between his pouty lips, letting out a groan of content. His mouth hung ever so slightly ajar as he maintained eye contact and dipped his fingers between your folds and inserting one finger into you, slowly pumping in and out to test the waters. “Another one,” You said between labored breaths, “Please another finger.”

Paul smirked up at you and inserted a second finger, picking up his pace and curling his fingers to rub against your walls. Your hips bucked feeling the pressure beginning to build inside you, jerking and moving with his hand. Your head fell back against the plush hotel pillows when he added his thumb, rubbing harsh circles on your swollen clit and adding just the right amount of pressure to cause your toes to curl.  

You sharply inhaled, feeling him kissing along your inner thighs and along your stomach. Your found yourself lacing your fingers through his soft dark hair, lightly scratching at his scalp which earned a satisfied groan against the plush skin of your thigh.

Paul’s lips inched closer and closer to your wet core where his fingers were pumping in and out of you and his thumb rubbing circles against your clit. He kissed the top of your mound and you exhaled shakily in anticipation, “This okay?” Paul asked, spreading you apart to get a view of your wet core.

You looked down at him and bit your lip in a desperate attempt to keep quiet and nodded your head.

Paul looked at you, heavy lidded “Use your words, love.” He said softly urging you to lose control.

You licked your lips, “Yes,” You said staring down at him, eagerly waiting for him to continue.

Paul repositioned himself and laid flat on his stomach, using his elbows to prop himself up. He lazily licked a stripe up your wet folds and groaned before burying his face further between your legs. You let out a shuttering gasp and whimpered, scratching your fingers against his shaggy hair, writhing against him, and grinding down against his face. Paul’s arms firmly held your responsive body in place, glancing up at you, his wind eyes holding a devilish look in them and watching your chest rise and fall as your breath became more ragged.

“Paul,” You whined, struggling to move against his grip as his tongue circled your clit roughly. The room soon filled with the lewd sound of his mouth slurping and lapping against you and your breathy sighs and high-pitched moans. You looked down to see Paul’s perfectly placed mop top now a frazzled mess and his cheeks lightly dusted pink, you moaned at the sight and feeling him insert two fingers into your dripping core. Your walls fluttered around his fingers upon feeling them curl inside you and pressing against your soft walls.

Your back began to arch and you desperately clutched his hair with one hand and the pillow behind you. Paul flicked his tongue back and forth against your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of your tight cunt, your walls clenched and pulsated around him while you writhed and let out a wanton moan. He continued to lap at you, licking you clean and not wasting a drop. Pulling away, he kissed your thighs, and the side of your knee before you found Paul hovering over you, his fingers still wet with your arousal tracing your lower lip and slipping between them. You sucked on them, swirling your tongue around his fingers and moaned, tasting yourself. You released his fingers with a soft ‘pop’,

Paul pulled you into a hot open-mouthed kiss and sucked on your lower lip as the two of you kissed, in synchronized motions with each other. He pulled away, glancing at the clock and chewed on his lip, “We don’t have a lot of time.” He said, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking and biting at your soft skin.

“What?” You asked, slightly confused as to why he was so rushed.

Paul sucked a dark mark on the crook of your neck and pulled back, “Don’t want the guys knocking is all.” His face held a sheepish grin.

You smiled back and lightly ground your hips against his half hard erection that was straining against the confines of his slacks. Paul let out a straggle moan and scrambled to rid himself of his suit and stumbling while becoming tangled in his pants as he slipped them off. You smiled and couldn’t help but laugh, seeing his wabbly stance and him steadying himself on the bed for balance. In a set of brief frantic motions, the two of you were now completely bare in front of each other. You smiled, seeing his soft belly and ran your hands up and down his back as he climbed over you. Paul reached a hand up and brushed your messy hair from your face and kissed the top of your head “I’ll take my time with you next time, promise.” He said before pulling back and positioning himself at your entrance.

Next time? Paul wanted to do this again? You desperately tried to assess the situation, but your mind was caught in a fog when you felt him inserting himself into you. You clutched onto Paul’s shoulders and sighed, feeling full and content.

Paul pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back into you, setting a hard pace and not allowing much time for adjustment. Your walls clenched around him as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, his heavy breaths and groans filling your ears, “Feel good, love?” He asked, his voice rough from arousal.

Your fingernails dug roughly into his back as you clung to him desperately “Fuck,” You groaned “You make me feel good Paul.” You said between labored breaths.

Paul pulled away and slowed his rough pace, lazily pumping into you with slow but firm strokes. You let out a whiny moan and rolled your hips along with his. You soon felt yourself becoming more self-conscious of how you looked as Paul’s eyes continued to stare at you, his pupils blown from arousal. He watched your breasts bounce as he pumped into you, the way your hips moved with his, and how your hands desperately searched for something to cling to as he was just out of reach from your grip “You look gorgeous like this.” He mumbled, more to himself.

Your face flushed both with embarrassment and from your sinful actions as Paul resumed his position, hovering over you and kissing along your neck and face. His movements were soft and well thought out, as though he wanted to convey emotion and passion in his actions. He repositioned you and hooked your legs around his hips, speeding up his thrusts and rutting into you. Paul’s hand reached down and rubbed harsh messy circles on your clit while this new position allowed him to bottom out inside of you.

It drove you mad, you bucked your hips against his and met his thrusts and soon found your walls fluttering around his cock “Fuck, you gonna come for me, love?” He asked rubbing harder and faster against your clit. You dug your fingers into the side of his arms and chanted his name like a mantra, “Come on, baby, I know ya got another one in you,” He grunted, his hip slapping against yours.

Your let out a strangled moan and your hips twitched as you came, clenching and pulsating around his cock. Paul shuttered and cursed feeling you clenching around him, allowing his own release to come soon after. You pulled him into your chest as you milked him, and he worked you through your highs.

The two of you laid there together in silence for a moment, Paul’s cock softening inside you before he finally pulled back and placed a lingering kiss on your cheek. He pulled out from your warm cunt and hissed from the sensitivity. His hair was a mess and his arms and shoulders were littered with red raised lines from your nails raking against his pale skin. Despite your prior actions he gave you a cheeky boyish grin and offered you a hand to help you sit up. Your legs were tired, and your energy was drained. You didn’t know how that man had it in him to slip his briefs and slacks back on. He momentarily left to the bathroom, returning with a damp rag. He patted your knee for you to spread your legs and proceeded to clean the combination of his and your fluids from between your legs.

He glanced up at you, his eyes were surprisingly nervous, “Can’t have you making a mess now can we?” He quipped.

You shook your head in agreement before your mind wandered back to his previous comment “You said you’d take your time with me next time…” You said trailing off and hoping it would stem a conversation.

Paul glanced up at you, “Well I told the guys I’d get you for lunch, but then we got a bit caught-”

You cut him off, laughing slightly at how your comment went over his head “No I meant, you wanted to do this again?” You rephrased the question in a more direct way.

“Well, yeah,” Paul sheepishly answered, “But only if you want to.”

You nearly scoffed, but held your astonishment inside “Of course I do, Christ, Paul no one’s ever ate me out like that before.” You admitted earning a laugh from the man in question.

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Kinkmas Prompt #3: Pegging

A/N: Well, I never thought I would ever write the words John Lennon and pegging in the same sentence, but here I am. Also it’s been a while since I’ve written a pegging fic, like since my Loki fic so I hope you enjoy it! This was requested via AO3.  If you would like to request a prompt and character yourself please reference my Kinkmas masterpost.

Pairing: John Lennon x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Pegging, anal play, butt stuff, Soft Dom reader, Sub!John, orgasm denial, edging, handjob, Hamburg era Beatles so it’s Teddy Boy!John, mentions of prostitution and brothels. 

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Working in Hamburg’s red-light district wasn’t an ideal situation, but neither was living in an economically dry post-war Hamburg. A girl had to make ends meet so you, like many other women, turned towards an industry that was always booming: prostitution.

You worked at a brothel that was surrounded by several bars, so you’d make easy money in exchange for late nights of work. Your customers would come and go, but you always had one that was consistent. Every Tuesday a young man, close to your age, would come in with his hair greased back, his nose sharp, and his eyes squinting in a desperate attempt to focus. It took three appointments, but you soon learned his name, John, he was performing at a few bars around your place of work with a small group of boys from Liverpool and hoped to make it big someday.

You looked at the clock on the wall, it was nearly one am which meant John would be coming by sometime soon. He was a special client and had… special… interests. You didn’t mind, there was something so gratifying about getting someone else off that made your need to get off fulfilled by hearing John’s hoarse and whiney moans fill the dingey room until the early hours of the morning.

He walked in, paid the man that sat at the front desk and waited in his seat for you to be brought down. You greeted him with a familiar kiss to the cheek and grabbed his hand, his palms were sweaty like always and he chattered about his most recent endeavor with the bands he played with. Today he donned a new leather jacket, you ran your fingers cross the cool material “Is this new?” You asked as soon as you entered your designated bedroom, a small coy smile playing on your lips.

John grinned confidently, “Yeah, we just got new jackets today, do you like it?” He asked, pulling his shoulders back and straightening his posture.

You nodded your head “It ties the look together,” You said keeping your hand flatly pressed against chest. Your hand reached up and slowly unzipped it. The sound of the zipper filled the silent and tension filled room, “I’d hate for it to get messy tonight.” You teased. John swallowed thickly and looked down at you as your arms slid the jacket down his shoulders, exposing his black tee shirt, “You, gonna be a good boy for me Johnny?” You asked tossing the jacket off onto a chair in the side of the room.

John vigorously nodded his head, his greased back hair falling lightly in his face, “Yes, Ma’am.” He answered obediently.

You smiled and cupped his cheek, patting it lightly, “That’s what I like to hear, now go on and get ready for me.” You said pulling away so you could get the supplies you would need for the night.

As you dug through your supply trunk you could hear John frantically shuffling around and undressing. You knew as soon as you would turn around, he would be laying down on the bed only clad in his briefs, he was always such a good boy for you. Once you found what you would need, you placed it on the table near the bed before you knelt at John’s side. You ran your hand down his chest, your thumbs lightly ghosting over his nipples, causing him to shudder beneath your touch. He was always so responsive, and you loved it.

You glanced up at John, who was intently watching you as your hand traveled further and further down towards his briefs which were beginning to tent up, “Do you want me to touch you, Johnny?” You asked, running your fingertips along the worn elastic. He nodded his head, not speaking, “Use your words, dear.” Your voice was firm and commanding.

John swallowed thickly “Yes, please ma’am.” He answered.

You smiled, pulling them down and exposing his member, you grasped it and firmly pumped your hand up his length. John gasped and bucked his hips into your hands, you stilled your motions and gave him a chastising glance “Come on, John, naughty boys don’t get to come.”

He let out a soft whine and clenched the thread barren sheets, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He muttered as you continued your motions. You could feel him growing painfully hard in your hand and the tip of his cock began to leak precum and become red with arousal. John hissed through clenched teeth and the muscles in his thighs flexed, “Can I come, please?” He asked through a hoarse voice.

He was always so needy, you tutted “Not yet, we haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff.” You reminded him. John continued to let out whiney sighs and moans as you slowly squeezed and stroked his full length. Your free hand began to lightly rub his thigh, inching closer and closer to his tight little ass. He whimpered feeling your fingers ghosting over him before you pulled away and adjusted his legs, spreading them and putting his knees up.

“Open up.” You commanded and slipped your fingers between John’s needy lips where he sucked on them, making lewd noises and rubbing his tongue along your finger pads. You pulled your fingers from his mouth with a soft ‘pop’ and he let out a sigh of disappointment.

After you reached for a bottle of lube, spreading the liquid on your fingers and rubbing them between his cheeks. John let out a loud wanton moan when he felt your fingers brush against his hole, you paused your motions, “What do you want?” You asked, urging him to beg for you.

He did, he always begged for you, “Fingers, please.” His voice sounded desperate and small.

Your mouth hung ajar as you inserted one finger into John’s ass, he gasped and arched his back at the feeling of fullness and preened against your touch, you soon added another one to help prep him for tonight’s activities. You pumped your fingers in and out, curling them and rubbing against his walls while John desperately tried to stay still like you had previously instructed him to. Your free hand continued to pump his painfully hard cock with long languid motions, he was a mess beneath you.

His greased hair had become sweaty and fallen out of its perfectly combed style and his cheeks were dusted pink. You loved seeing John like this. Every time you would see him outside the brothel, he had a swarm of ladies around him or was picking a fight and exuded masculine energy. But here he was your good boy and followed all your instructions, rarely ever a brat or talking back. He was aching for a strong woman to control him and you gave it to him.

You pulled your fingers out of him and spread his cheeks, John let out a needy whine, “You ready for me, hun?” You cooed, leaning over him and lightly cupping his face.

John leaned into your touch, his eyes shut blissfully “Yes, please.” He begged.

You pulled away from him to ready yourself, “Be a good boy and sit still for me.” You said giving him a warning look. You reached over and grabbed your double strap on, letting out a soft moan as you inserted your portion inside of you and then rubbed lube on the exposed portion. You tightened the straps around your hips and thighs and squired more lube on your hand, just to make sure John would be comfortable.

You hovered over him and smoothed his sweaty hair away from his forehead and brushed it back, “You’re my good boy, yeah?” You asked rubbing the plastic cock between his cheeks. John found himself lost in the anticipation, his eye closed and his breathing rough, “Come on, Johnny, I need you to talk to me.” You said lightly tapping the side of his face.

John opened his eyes to look at you, his pupils were blown with pleasure and they looked as though it took all his will power to focus on your face, “Yeah,” He said breathlessly, “Your good boy.” He swallowed thickly, glancing down to where your legs were pressed against the backs of his thighs.

You followed his line of sight and lightly pressed the plastic cock against his well prepped hole. John’s mouth opened and he inhaled sharply feeling you stretch him before you teasingly pulled back, “Please,” John whined, his nose scrunching in frustration

“Please what?” You teased.

“Fuck me, please.” John said softly, his brows furrowed.

You slowly inserted the plastic cock into him, you moaned feeling the pressure against the insert inside you as it pushed deeper inside your wet cunt and gave John a moment to adjust, softly kissing his cheeks “You’re so good,” You cooed “My good boy, John.” You said as you placed light kisses all over his face.

John moaned and spread his legs further apart allowing you to sink in a little bit more. His cock twitched against his stomach as he desperately held back his need to release and tried to steady his breathing. Once it was caught, he let out one last shaky breath “M-move,” He choked out, “Please,”

You sat up and lightly moved your hips causing a moan to slip from both of your mouths before you pulled out and slammed your hips against his setting a steady rhythm. Soft moans spilled from John’s lips and filled the room. You continued to pump his cock in tandem with your thrust, you felt his thighs tense around you, “Don’t,” You warned, “You’re not allowed to come yet.” You said pulling your hand away from him and resting it on his soft tummy.

John whined, his face was red, and his body was sweaty “Please, please.” He begged.

You slapped your hips against his and moaned as the dildo inside you scraped your walls, filling you up and hitting all the right spots “No,” You snapped, “You know what happens when you’re greedy.” You warned, “I’ll leave you tied to that chair with a vibrator in your ass and leave you.”

He knew you would hold true to your word and you would fuck him until his legs turned into jelly, then leave him, his arms and legs strapped to a chair with a vibrator in his tight little hole; bare, sticky, and with tears running down his face. You’d done it before, and as tantalizing as the idea was it, he liked it when you weren’t cross with him.

You began to pick up your pace, rutting into him and loosing yourself, feeling the dildo inside you thrusting in and curling perfectly, rubbing against your g spot. Your mouth hung open and breathy moans fell from your lips “You take me so well, baby.” You cooed, whipping some of the tears that had begun to form in the corner of John’s eyes away from his face, “God,” You groaned and cupped his face “You’re bloody gorgeous like this, you’re such a mess.” You laid yourself atop him and buried your face in his sweaty shoulder, inhaling his natural musky scent.

John’s hands wrapped around you and held you close to his chest as the two of you began to lose yourselves in pleasure. The plastic cock inside John repeatedly rubbed against his prostate and his legs shook from holding off his orgasm, “Please, please,” He gasped and ran his fingers through your hair, “Please, let me come, I want it so bad.” His words slurred together, and his voice cracked from the strain.

Your walls clenched around the dildo inside you and you shuttered against him as you came “Come on, John, come for me baby.” You said leaning back and pumping his cock in tandem with your thrusts.

John grunted and his face scrunched up as he closed his eyes, his mouth opened and he let out a shuttering gasp while you continued to milk his cock, painting his stomach with thick ropes of his seed. His hips bucked against your hand as you continued to jerk him off even after he came, “Stop, stop, stop,” He begged, the pleasure soon becoming painful and too overwhelming for him.

You pulled your hand away and sat for a moment to catch your breath before you pulled out of him, “Stay here, I’ve got to clean up my messy boy.” You said wiping the sweat that had condensed on your forehead off with the back of your hand.

As you crawled off the bed, your legs wobbled for a moment before you took the chance to take the strap on off, your legs becoming slick with your arousal and set it on the floor. You grabbed a rag and briefly walked over to the attached bathroom to dampen it with warm water. When you returned you found John laying in the same position, his eyes hanging heavy from exhaustion.

You tapped his knees and he responded by spreading them for you. You began to run the cloth over his legs, cleaning him up from the copious amounts of lube you had used previously and then moved to his stomach and wiped the cum off. You tossed the rag to the side and flopped on the bed, typically John was quite chatty afterwards, but this time he was fairly quiet. You turned and faced him on your side and ran your fingers lightly along his chest, “Are you feeling okay, John?” You asked in concern.

John cracked one of his eyes open and peered down at you, “Hm?” He hummed, “Oh yeah, ‘m perfect.” He sounded wonderfully content but shut his eyes after he responded.

You pursed your lips and couldn’t help but bring your hand up to brush his stray and messy hair from his face, “You’re thinking though,” You smiled, “That can be a bit dangerous.” You joked and moved closer to John’s side.

His face broke into a grin and he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him, your sweaty bodies sticking together. He began to trail soft kisses from your cheek, to your jaw, and finally to your ear where he stopped “I want to feel that cunt come around my cock next time.” He whispered huskily into your ear.

A shiver crept up your spine and you swallowed thickly, “I-I would be open to changing things up.” You tried to sound confident, but your voice failed you.

John pulled back and gave you a cheeky grin, as if he hadn’t been whispering filthy things into your ear moments earlier, “Also,” He added, “Tomorrow, I want you to come see us play.”

You typically tried to keep your interactions with our clients limited to the walls of the brothel, for safety purposes. But you could make one exception.

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Bondage/restraints Dom!Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Sensory deprivation

Pegging Teddy Boy!John Lennon x F!Reader 

Threesome  Roger Taylor x F!Reader x Brian May

Phone sex/ sexting Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Dirty talk Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Over stimulation

Voyeurism Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Masturbation (getting caught) Paul McCartney x F!Reader

Breeding

Dom/sub

Pet play The Beatles x F!Reader

Temperature play

Cock warming Warren Worthington x F!Reader

Breath play

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Kinkmas Prompt #4: Threesome

A/N: Once again, I am not sorry for what I wrote, this is 100% SHAMELESS porn without plot. Also this is the longest fic I have written for Kinkmas and I’m kind of pumped. It was my first time writing a threesome and I honestly thought I would write one for marvel first, but here I am! Anyways, it’s not proof read and I hope you enjoy it!

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader x Brian May

Word Count: 3.3k 

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, double penetration, oral (f), anal play, hair pulling, smoking, swearing, Porn without plot, some light Roger x Brian or Maylor, over stimulation. Like my other Queen fics, this can be subed with the BoRhap boys.

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The last summer before your final year in college was quickly coming to an end. Up until then you felt as though your life had been a series of books and studying in hopes to be a successful student. But you had decided to shake things up a bit and follow Queen while they were on their summer tour. You had been following them for a while now, sleeping in your car in gas station parking lots and eating shitty drive through so you wouldn’t starve. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was fun. In fact, it was probably the most fun you’d had in a long time.

You’d even managed to get back stage a few times, catching a glimpse here and there of the band members and even on one occasion waving at them. But up until now you had little contact with them besides that.

Today you’d managed to sneak in with a few other girls between their break and encore song. But now, you were wandering down the winding corridors, finding yourself somewhat lost in the dimly lit tunnels.

“Are you supposed to be down here?”

The voice startled you, but you turned on your heel and locked eyes with the one and only Roger Taylor, “Well… I…” You found yourself at a loss for words and unable to come up with a fake excuse.

A cheeky grin spread across Roger’s face, “I’m taking the piss.” He said waving his hand dismissively, “I’ve seen you around at our last few shows, you following us?” He asked in a teasing manor.

Your face flushed and you looked away from his wide-eyed gaze, “No, well yes,” You sputtered out, “It’s my last summer before I graduate college and I wanted to make it worth my while, you know before the real-world hits.” You said sheepishly.

Roger took the cigarette that was hanging from his mouth and blew smoke into the air, “Is it worth your while yet?” he asked, taking the time to finally drink in your figure looking you from your feet to the top of your head, pausing momentarily to linger on your chest.

Your stance and chewed on your lip nervously before you shrugged “I think it could be more interesting.” You answered, hoping to egg him on.

It worked, because somewhere between then and now you would up on your knees in front of the couch in Roger’s dressing room. You pumped his length in your hand as his head tilted back and let out a content sigh. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest and his pants were bunched up around his ankles while you settled between his legs. You hesitantly leaned in, licking the tip of his hardening cock.

Roger’s breath hitched in the back of his throat and his legs relaxed when he felt you engulfing his full length with your mouth. He let out a soft groan and bucked his hips into your throat and reached a hand up, burying it in your hair.

You set a steady pace, bobbing your head up and down his length in tandem with your hand which covered what you couldn’t fit, “Christ, should have invited you back sooner.” He groaned and tightened the grip on your hair.

You lifted your head off him and moaned, leaning your head back into his touch before you craned your neck down, sucking his balls into your mouth and gently rubbing your tongue along them while your hand continued to pump his cock. Roger hissed out bucking into your hand and letting out a soft moan.

You licked his length from base to tip and sucked on the head which was weeping precum. Roger firmly gripped your hair and bucked his hips into your mouth causing you to gag when he hit the back of your throat. He let out a weak moan and struggled to control himself from rutting into your mouth and using you. You removed your hands and planted them firmly on either side of him, urging him to lose control. You peered up at him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, it was enough to make him snap.

“Fuck,” He groaned and started bucking into your mouth, your head held in place by his hands. He sighed feeling your throat constrict around his hard cock and his thighs tensed up as he neared his release.

“Christ, Rog, lock the door next time.” You heard a strange voice but didn’t stop when Roger jumped and let go of your hair, still bobbing your head and cupping his balls in your hand.

“Bloody knock next time, Brian,” He said through clenched teeth.

You peered up, your face tear stained, and lips swollen and made eye contact with Brian May, “Do you want to join?” You teased.

Brian’s face flushed and Roger shot you a wide-eyed look, “I- well- um” You had rendered Brian speechless.

You couldn’t help but flash a cheeky grin “I was mostly joking, but I wouldn’t be upset you both wanted.” You followed up honestly.

Roger swallowed thickly and brushed your hair out of the way of your face, lightly tugging on it. Your head tilted back, and your breathing hitched in the back of your throat, “What do you think, Bri?” Roger asked, his voice surprisingly steady.

Brian swallowed thickly, peering over the couch at you, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” He said reaching behind him and locking the door before sauntering over.

Roger beckoned Brian to join him on the couch and motioned for you to kneel between them in the small gap that remained. You followed suit, palming Brian through his tight jeans while Roger pulled your skirt up. You sighed with anticipation, continuing to rub Brian through the confines of his pants “Go on and suck Brian off, love.” Roger said rubbing at your clothed core.

You gasped at the sudden pressure and began to fumble with Brian’s pants. He slid them out and pulled out his half hard cock, you licked your lips and gripped it tightly in your hand pumping the full length of it before flatly licking the tip. Brian groaned and instinctively reached up and gripped your hair, it was different from how Roger previously did. At the time Roger just seemed like he wanted to feel your soft locks on his fingers or desperately needed something to grab onto, but Brian? He gripped your hair like a vice, causing you to hiss out in both pain and pleasure.

You lowered yourself onto his cock, curling your lips over your teeth and bobbing your head up and down. Roger had moved your panties to the side and inserted one of his long fingers into you, pumping and curling them expertly with in you. You rocked your hips back against his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers and moaned around Brian’s cock. You removed your head and lowered your head as far as it could go, gagging when he hit the back of your throat but suppressing the feeling until your nose ghosted the skin of his thighs. Brian let out a shuttering breath and kept your head firmly in place before you sat up gasping for breath.

You found yourself burying your face into Brian’s chest while Roger’s fingers aggressively pumped in and out of your wet cunt while his thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit. You whined out feeling his fingers slipping from inside you, “Sit on Brian’s lap, love.” He said moving back and shaking his pants off, clad now only in his open button down.

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head, moving to sit on Brian’s lap, your ass grinding down onto his erection and legs spread apart. Roger knelt between yours and Brian’s legs, spreading them further apart and getting a face full of your ruined panties. He slipped them off but left the skirt on, pushing it up your hips before he licked a stripe against your wet folds.

Your head fell back onto Brian’s shoulder as he held your legs apart for Roger and groaned, feeling you shift against him. Your hand went down to Roger’s hair, lacing your fingers in his soft blonde locks and rolling your hips against his face while his tongue continued to lap at you. Brian pulled your shirt up and tugged your bra down causing your breasts to spill out. He gripped them in his hands, rolling your nipples between your fingers while peppering light kisses down the side of your neck that was exposed to him. You sighed against their touches, gripping Roger’s hair tightly between your fingers and hissed out feeling Brian tug your hair back roughly “You feeling good, darling?” Brian asked nuzzling his nose into the side of your neck.

You swallowed thickly and huffed out, “Yes,” You moaned, “Feels so good.” You sighed.

“Don’t tell me, tell Rog how good he makes you feel.” Brian demanded, turning your head to look down at Roger.

He peered up at you with a devilish glint in his wide blue eyes, “Fuck,” You choked out, “Rog, your mouth feels so good.” You whimpered out.

Roger pulled away, his chin glistening from your arousal, “Why don’t we let Bri have a taste?” he suggested.

You glanced back at Brian whose eyes had begun to cloud over with lust and nodded your head and lying back on the couch where Brian settled between your legs. You laced your fingers through his hair, it felt different from Roger’s it was thick and curly and felt as though there was far too much for you to grab onto; and his mouth, oh boy were the things he did with his mouth different from Rogers. While Roger sensually licked your cunt, Brian dove right in sucking harshly on your clit and slipping two fingers into your cunt. He curled them upwards and stroked your soft walls with the pads of his calloused fingers.

Roger sat back, watching his friend and bandmate feverishly lapping at your cunt. He pumped his hand up and down his length letting out soft groans that mixed with yours and Brian’s.

Your breaths began to get more feverish and despite Brian holding your hips down, your hips were writhing and grinding against his face. Just as you were about to come he pulled away, ceasing all of his contact with you.

Fucking tease.

You whimpered and frowned, letting your head fall back against the sofa. Roger cleared his throat, catching your attention “Think you can take both of us, love?” He asked with a devilish smirk.

Your face felt hot with embarrassment at his suggestion, but still you nodded your head “Yeah, I can take it.” You said sheepishly.

Before you knew it you were bare and seated atop Brian while laid at an upright angle, positioning him over your entrance and sinking down onto his length. Your mouth hung open and you let out a shaky sigh feeling him fill your tight pussy before you leaned forward, moving your hips against him.

Brian gripped your hips tightly and bucked against them as you buried your face into his shoulder. He cupped your face, pulling you into a soft kiss and moving his mouth against yours, taking your lower lip into his mouth and sucking on it. You moaned into his mouth when you felt Roger’s well lubed fingers against your ass and spread your legs more. Roger inserted one of his fingers into your tight hole, pumping his fingers into your slowly to loosen you.

Even without Roger’s full length inside you, you still felt incredibly full, feeling them both moving against you and keeping pace with each other. You rocked back onto Roger’s finger as he inserted a second one and moaned in Brian’s ear. His hips sharply slapped against yours, rocking you against Roger’s fingers.

When he pulled them from you, you frowned at the loss of fullness. But it was quickly replaced with a moan when you felt his length pushing against you and slowly entering your ass. You gripped onto Brian’s shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. The pressure between your legs was unbelievable. You had never felt so full in your entire life, and they hadn’t even started moving.

They sat for a moment, allowing you to adjust to having both holes filled and waiting for you to give them the okay to move. You sat up lightly, and let out a shaky breath “It’s okay, you can move.” You said, your voice ragged.

Brian was the first to move, setting the pace and slowly moving in and out of your cunt while Roger followed suit. You moaned, feeling them both rubbing against you in tandem and letting out a high pitched whine at the new foreign feeling. Roger kissed along the back of your neck and shoulders, licking over the dark marks he left in his wake while he rutted against you. He let out soft gasps feeling your tightness around him and began to thrust harder and harder, causing you to fuck yourself on Brian’s cock. He leaned over, planting his hands on either side of you and Brian to get a steady foundation as he pounded his hips into you frantically.

“Fuck, you’re taking us so well.” He grunted in your ear, “Feel good having Brian and I fucking you so well?” He asked.

You let out a high pitched moan, feeling Brian brushing against that spot that drove you crazy , “Oh, fuck,” You gasped “Yes, fuck Rog, you and Brian feel so good.”

You felt Roger kissing the side of your face and neck, so you turned towards him and awkwardly captured his mouth with a sloppy kiss before you turned towards Brian, placing your lips against his. He swallowed your moans while he and Roger continued to thrust into you.

Roger and Brian’s thrusts slowed, and you saw his hand come up, brushing some hair from Brian’s face and watched the tender touches intently before you saw Roger hesitantly lean in. His hand cupped Brian’s face softly and their lips touched and moved against each other with familiar motions. You felt the urge to look away, almost like you were interrupting their private moment. Brian pulled away briefly and glanced at you before pulling you into a kiss, it was slow and erotic. His mouth felt hot against yours and you couldn’t help but preen into their slow thrusts.

Your walls clenched, causing Brian to pull away from your searing kiss and hiss out, “You close, love?” he asked reaching his hand down between your legs and rubbing harsh circles around your clit.

You nodded, squirming against his touch and crying out once they began to pick up their pace again, “Yes, yes, yes,” You chanted, your brain unable to form any other words.

They moved unevenly against you, when Roger pulled back, Brian would thrust in, your brain began to feel as though it was swimming through a heavy fog, desperately trying to seek clarity. The string in your belly had begun to ware dangerously thin before it finally broke. Your walls clenched and pulsated, and your mouth hung open as you let out a strangled moan.

The two men began to rut into you at an unforgiving pace and desperately chased their release, your arms shook before they finally gave out. You laid against Brian’s chest as he held you tightly against him, “Come on, darling, I know you’ve got one more for us.” He said, bucking his hips into your still sensitive pussy.

You sobbed out, tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes. You were sweaty and looked like a fucking mess, but he was right. With no time to recover from your first orgasm, your second one began to rapidly approach. The familiar warm feeling spreading from your belly and creeping up the back of your neck as your back began to arch, pressing your chest against Brian’s and your head falling back.

Roger reached up, gripping your hair and holding your head in place, forcing your back to remain curved “Be a good girl and come for us again,” He growled into your ear.

You groaned, clenching your jaw and dug your finger nails into Brian’s shoulders, raking them down as your second orgasm washed over you. You cried out and your chest heaved as you fell forward onto Brian’s shoulder. Your legs shook and Roger was the first to follow, pulling out and groaning as he painted your back with thick ropes of come. He slumped back against the couch and watched as Brian chased his release, holding you tightly against his chest and firmly planting his feet before he started to pound into your abused cunt before he finally pulled out coming on his and your stomachs.

The three of you sat slumped and catching your breath, attempting to calm yourselves from the excitement of your previous sinful activities. Your whole body ached, and you looked as though you had been through hell and back. Your make up ran down you face, hair was a frazzled mess, and you were covered in the come of not one but two separate men.

Brian was the first to move, picking up a shirt from the ground and wiping the come off his stomach. Roger helped you sit up and Brian swiped the mess from your stomach and back before you laid back onto his chest. He smiled softly and rubbed your back, “Got to get dressed,” He reminded you.

You’d almost forgotten where you were, Roger’s dressing room behind the huge stadium they had just previously played in, “Right,” You answered, your voice hoarse and abused.

You moved to stand, losing your balance at first before Roger reached out a hand to help steady yourself on. Once you gathered your bearings and dressed yourself you once again slumped back against the couch, wincing at the soreness between your legs, “You okay?” Roger asked and lightly rubbed your thigh.

You ran a hand through your hair, attempting to untangle it and flashed him a grin “I’ve honestly never been better.” You admitted, “That was the craziest thing I’ve done in my life.”

Brian turned towards Roger and mumbled something into his ear. You narrowed your eyes, feeling a pang of jealousy at your lack of inclusion. Roger looked at Brian, his face broke into a cheeky grin and he muttered something back. Brian cleared his throat “You’re following our tour, right?” He asked

You nodded your head, “Yeah for the last few weeks now.”

Brian ran a hand through his curly hair, “If you want, you, uh, you can ride in the bus.” He let out an awkward cough “It’s just that we only have two more weeks of tour left, so you won’t be a bother.”

You opened your mouth to protest “I have my car, I don’t know what I’ll do with it.” You soon felt overwhelmed with what you would need to do if you accepted their offer “I have all my stuff in there because I’ve been sleeping in-”

“Sleeping in your car?” Roger cut you off suddenly “Oh no, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sleeping in parking lots.” He said and slyly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, “There is a guaranteed bed and shower, plus we can get you the best seats in the house.” He added, leaning into you.

You still looked hesitant “We can figure out the things with your car,” Brian added.

You looked at Brian and Roger, they were both sweaty and their fashionably messy hair was now even messier from you pulling on it, you pursed your lips with thought. “All right, I’ll go with.” This was your final summer before you would reach adult hood and it was time for you to live a little.

[asphalt-cocktail]

Kinkmas Prompt #14: Cock Warming

A/N: Guys I had a really exhausting day today and if my writing doesn’t 100% project my feelings rn idk what does. Anyways, I hope you all like it, its super soft and cuddly, also I’ve never written cock warming before??? So let me know how it went! If you would like to request a prompt and character yourself please reference my Kinkmas masterpost.

Pairing: Warren Worthington x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, SOFT, fluff, smut, injury, mentions of blood and fighting, probably some allusions to being kidnapped/imprisoned, asshole men, cock warming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), unmentioned mutation,

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Your muscles ached as you found yourself waking up pressed against the cool ground. A harsh voice pulling you from your slumber “Wake up!” It barked, jabbing a stiff boot harshly into your side.

You winced and hissed at the pain, “I can’t fight anymore tonight.” You said struggling to stand up.

A man in a uniform reminiscent to the military roughly grabbed your elbow and pulled you to your feet, “We’ve got something better for you.” He said letting go of you.

Your knees buckled under you, you were weak after having gone and won five rounds in the cage. They allowed you a break from your last fight because you were ‘making too much of a mess bleeding everywhere,’ that’s when you found yourself tossed into a cold dark cell and locked behind bars. Typically, you could hold your own in a cage fight, but this time your opponent had been significantly larger than you and had a strength enhancing mutation leaving you totally blind sided.

The guard pushed into your back with the barrel of his gun, the cold metal digging into your skin and pushed you forward, your mind was still hazed over with a sleep and exhaustion induced fog, “We need you to keep the Champ from tonight company.” He said giving you a wink that churned your stomach.

You felt bile stinging the back of your throat as you pushed it down, now over come with far “No!” You said harshly and turned to push past him. After a brief and weak struggle, you found the guards strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you kicking and screaming down the hall “Let me go!” You yelled trying to fight despite you weakened state. You would never let one of these sleezy men use you like that, over your dead body.

“You’ll have to kill me before I do anything with whatever pig you’ve got me lined up for.” You hissed, scratching at the arm that firmly gripped you.

The guard chuckled “I’ll leave that up to him.” He said, reaching to unlock the door before pushing you in and shutting it behind you.

You fell to your knees and scrambled up, running towards the door only to hear the lock on the outside click.

Locked in.

You looked around the room, it was nicer than the one you had but still shitty as far as living conditions went. It had a couch, an actual bed, a few books and records strewn about, and even a back room that you assumed was the bathroom. You continued to scope the room in a desperate attempt to find some where to hide. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as your breathing and heart rate increased, your panicked eyes darting around the room.

Moments passed and you found yourself with your knees pulled up against your chest sitting on the side of a dresser near the corner of the room, hopefully concealed by the shadows. You pressed your body against the wall and held your breath once you heard the shuffle of heavy footsteps coming into the main living area.

“I know you’re in here.” The voice sounded gruff, “Come on.”

You weighed your options, you could either A: go out and face him head on, or A: remain hiding in the shadows. Despite your urge to fight your brain settled with B, while your body was pumping with adrenaline your muscles screamed with your every move.

The footsteps padded around the room in search of you before a large, wide shadow loomed over you. You pressed yourself closer against the wooden dresser an pulled your knees tighter against you. A long feathery wing came into view and lowered as the man who held then knelt down, getting eye to eye with you.

He couldn’t have been much older than you, just barely twenty you guessed, his brows looked as though they were permanently furrowed with frustration, but his eyes were a surprisingly bright blue color and his chest was bare and scarred.

“Angel,” Your voice was soft and hoarse. He had horror stories about him in the ring, often going over 10 rounds before they pulled him simply just to shake up the predictability of a fight.

He winced at the sound of his fighting name and sat on the floor across from you; his wings relaxed at his sides, the feathers lightly gracing the floor. “Warren, please.” He looked away, avoiding eye contact.

You frowned and began to sputter an apology before you were interrupted, his hand reached up to cup your face and you winced, pulling away instinctively from his touch, he let out a soft ‘sshh’ to calm your skittish nerves “’M not gonna do anything.” He calmly spoke.

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you felt his warm, rough hand cup your face, the pads of his thumb lightly ghosting over the swollen bruise on your cheek. You hissed out and winced in pain before he pulled away “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He asked.

You were surprised by his softness but accepted the hand he stretched out to you and allowed him to pull you from the ground, leading you into the bathroom. It was nice, nicer than what you had. There was a toilet, sink, and full shower and back. Just like you used to have before you were quite literally thrown into cage fighting.

Warren put the lid of the toilet seat down and motioned for you to sit which you promptly followed, “He grabbed an old and worn washcloth and wet it in the sink before pressing it against the patches of dried blood and dirt that had crusted to your face. You sighed against the warmth, you hadn’t been touched this kindly in what felt like ages. He pulled away, frowning, “I’m sorry,” He started before rinsing and ringing out the rag before going back to cleaning the muck and grime off your face, “That you got sent here.” He added, swallowing thickly.

You shook your head “It’s okay,” You added, it really wasn’t okay but then again it wasn’t either of your faults you ended up in this situation.

When Warren pulled away, you found yourself leaning in for more of his soft touch only to frown when he began to leave, “You can use the bathroom to clean up if you’d like.” He said and pulled out a worn-out towel from a shelf, “You look like you went a few too many rounds tonight.” He added with a small laugh.

You nodded your head and sheepishly looked away, “Can…” You tried to find your voice, “Can you stay with me?” You asked playing with the hem of your shirt.

Warren nodded his head, “Yeah,” He said before walking towards the shower and turning on the faucet and letting the water run. He plugged the tub, assuming you would want a bath considering you could hardly stand without wincing or walk without a limp. You adjusted the temperature to your liking and started to undress, letting out small gasps as your muscles ached with your movements. Warren’s face flushed pink when you asked him to help you into the tub, but he agreed, averting his eyes to allow you some modesty.

The water stung your open cuts but soothed your aching muscles and bones. The contrasting feeling causing a content sigh to escape your lips. You couldn’t remember the last time you properly bathed, it felt nice to be enveloped by warm water once again. After you bathed you felt refreshed even wrapped up in this raggedy old towel, Warren laid on his bed, his wings comfortably spread out underneath him. You stood on the side of the bed shifting nervously, still wrapped in your towel and damp.

Warren flashed you a clever smirk and patted the side, “I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor, come on.” He said moving to make room.

You felt your face flush before you nervously slipped onto the bed, laying atop the sheets. Your curled into yourself, your damp towel and wet skin doing nothing to keep you warm in the dark and cool room. You let out a small yelp, feeling Warren’s arm pull you onto his chest, his wings wrapping around you. His feathers tickled your skin lightly, they were soft and proved to be a good barrier against the cold.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into the crook of your shoulder. The two of you held each other tightly, for fear that you would never get a chance to be this close to someone again. But you still craved a closeness that hadn’t been achieved yet. Your arms wrapped tighter and tighter around him, pulling you flush against him and not cheek to cheek.

Warren’s chest rumbled with a deep laugh, “Christ you’re going to choke me if you keep that up.” He said straining against your surprisingly strong grip.

You loosened your arms, “Sorry,” You muttered into his shoulder, “I- I just,” You struggled to gather your thoughts “I just want to be close.” Your voice cracked with emotion.

Swallowing thickly Warren glanced down at you with a sympathetic expression, “I… well,” he chewed on his lip in ponderous thought “we… we can’t get closer, unless we -uh- well you know.” He struggled to articulate. Both of your faces flushed at his suggestion, “I mean we don’t have to actually do anything.” He quickly added, “It can just be inside… I guess.”

The cogs in your brain turned as you pieced together his poorly worded sentence, the thought of laying together so intimately caused your walls to clench, “Okay, we can try it.” You said and licked your lips nervously.

Warren had managed to slip his pants and boxers off with out much of a fuss leaving the two of you bare. You sat up and sank down on his half hard length and let out a shaky breath as you felt him stretch your walls. His brows furrowed and he let out a needy whine, struggling to control himself. You leaned forward and allowed his arms and wings to wrap firmly around you once again while the two of you shuttered with each one of your movements.

You wrapped your arms around his neck held Warren tight against you as he kept one hand firmly anchored around your waist with the other stroking lazily up and down your back. It felt surprisingly nice to be held and as close as humanly possible to someone, even if that someone was all but a stranger to you.

Soon Warren’s hand was running his fingers through your damp hair, lightly scratching against your scalp. You shifted, causing his hips to lightly buck against you, you gasped, and Warren muttered out a strangled apology. His arms squeezed you lightly against him and the heat radiating off his body was unimaginable.

Your breath was ragged as he held you close, neither of you dared to move, the threat of what might happen looming over and hoping to tempt either one of you to finally break. You sat up slightly to see him, your faces close and mouths just barely touching before he cupped your face and pulled you into a soft kiss. You moaned into his tender touches causing your hips to lightly rock against his own. You both pulled away and hissed from the pleasure erupting from your small movements and rested your forehead on Warren’s. Your noses touched as the two of you continued to make little and slow movements with your hips. Soft and needy whines escaped your mouth as you lazily moved against him, your slow languid motions both fulfilling and leaving the two of you wanting more.

Your walls clenched around Warren’s cock and he bucked his hips sharply against you, causing you to throw your head back and cry out. His suddenly wings unfurled and spread out on either side of him, fluffed with excitement. Warren sharply bucked his hips into you again, the skin lightly smacking together, and you planted your hands on his chest, arching your back as you let out a deep wanton moan.

Your hands remained splayed out against his scarred and defined chest as he began to pick up the pacing of his thrusts, pumping into you in a rhythmic fashion. You knew neither one of you would last long, taking the hints from your needy touches.

You sat up, proper, and rolled your hips against his, Warren gripping your hips and grinding you down onto him as your walls pulsated around him and threw your head back letting the waves of pleasure wash over you. Warren soon followed, pulling you close against his chest, his hips writhing against yours as he grunted and released inside you.

The two of you stilled in your post orgasm exhaustion and held each other listening to one another’s labored breaths.

[asphalt-cocktail]

Kinkmas Prompt #5: Phone Sex

A/N: Hi cuties! This one is a bit short and I’m not happy with the ending, but it’s super soft and fluffy! I hope you all enjoy it! I appreciate all your likes, comments, and reblogs, its really helping me power through the remaining requests!

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talking, fluff, not proof read.

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You and Roger were just friends.

At least that’s what you told yourself whenever you found yourself missing him while he was away touring. It was nights like these where you found yourself tossing and turning in bed, avoiding making eye contact with the telephone on your nightstand at all costs. You couldn’t cave, you couldn’t call him, you shouldn’t.

You still found yourself longing for his warmth on the opposite side if your bed. Sure the two of you were friends, but you were friends that slept with each other and often opted for staying in to watch movies together as opposed to going out partying with the guys.

You were definitely not a couple.

But here you were, staring at the little light that blinked on your phone that signaled you had a voice mail. You pursed your lips and your hand darted over, gripping the cold plastic receiver, you frowned and furrowed your brows with frustration as you found yourself dialing the number to his hotel room.

It rang, once, twice, three times before he picked up “Hello?” his familiar soft voice sounded.

You let out the breath you held “Hey, Rog.” You greeted, a soft smile playing on your lips. You were like a giddy school girl whenever you spoke with him.

“[Y/N]!” He sounded excited to hear your voice “What’s up? How’ve you been?”

You let out a soft laugh, leaning back comfortably in bed “I should be asking you that! How’s tour going?” you pressed.

Roger cleared his throat, “’S good, we had a break for a few days but we’re heading back on the road the day after tomorrow.” You could hear him grinning on the other line “Just catching up on interviews ‘n stuff like that.”

You picked at the loose string on your blanket “I know how much you love interviews.” You said softly, it was actually the exact opposite. Roger hated interviews and opted to get piss drunk instead to help pass the time, “I saw you in that one, you could barely articulate.” You teased.

You could practically hear the grinning on the other line, “They’re so horribly dull, you just wait and wait until someone finally tells you to come on stage and then, bam, ten minutes later it’s over.” He defended. There was a lull of silence between the two of you before Roger let out a soft cough, “You know, it’d be more fun if you were there.” He said softly.

Your face flushed and you gripped the stretched-out cord tightly, “What… What do you mean?” You asked, clenching your thighs together and feeling heat pooling between them.

“You know, you could keep me company…” He trailed off, his voice sounded rougher and more ragged than before. A shiver crept up your spine and settled on the base of your neck, “Wh-what are you wearing?” he asked hesitantly.

You grinned and stifled a laugh, “That big yellow shirt I always wear to bed and some black shorts,” You pinched your forehead and let out a breathless laugh “Sexy, right?” You joked.

You could hear Roger shuffling around on the other line, “I think it’s perfect.” He said softly. You smiled and looked down at yourself, it wasn’t anything special like lingerie, just something you typically wore to bed, “Bet you’re not wearing any panties under those shorts.” He grunted softly.

You swallowed thickly and lightly touched the waistband of your shorts, “Never do,” You said, letting out a shaky breath.

“Naughty girl,” you could hear the sly grin in his voice, “You gonna touch yourself for me?” He breathed out.

You whimpered and rubbed your core through your shorts “If you want me to.” Your voice was unsteady.

Roger hummed, “Wish I was there to touch you,” His breathing hitched in his throat, “Bet you’re soaked for me.”

You spread your legs apart, pushing one leg out of your shorts and dipped your finger between your wet folds, “Roger,” You whimpered out.

“Fuck,” Roger grunted, “Come on, rub that pussy of yours for me.” He urged.

You strummed your clit, softly whimpering as your fingers easily slipped between your folds, “’M so wet,” You whined, “Fuck, Rog, I want you to touch me.”

“I know, baby,” Roger cooed, “I’ll be home soon, ah shit,” He gasped “I’m going to ruin you when I get back.”

You lifted your shirt and awkwardly held the receiver between your shoulder and ear while your now free hand groped your chest, rolling your nipples between your finger, “What are you gonna do?” You urged.

Roger let out a shaky breath “First, I’m going to take you right on that couch, spread your legs and eat that pussy of yours real nice and slow.” His voice was husky and you whimpered at his words, “I’m going to make your legs shake and your voice is going to go raw.”

You moaned, sticking two fingers into your wet cunt, pumping them vigorously and letting out a string of unfiltered moans and whines, “Then, I’m going to bend you over and finally stick my cock in that cunt of yours,” Roger clenched his jaw and grit his teeth together “Fuck, you’re not going to be able to walk when I’m through with you.”

Your chest heaved as you lost yourself in the pleasure “Fuck, Rog, I’m so close.” Your words slurred together as you spoke.

Roger groaned, “Fuck, me to baby.” His heavy breaths distorted by static sounded in your ear and the thought of him alone in his hotel room, bare, with his cock in hand caused your walls to twitch around your fingers. You knew his face was dusted pink with arousal and his bright azure eyes were tightly clenched shut as he feverishly chased his release, “Come on, I wanna hear you come for me,” He huffed.

You rubbed harsh circles around your swollen clit and your hips bucked against your hand chasing your release. Your walls clenched and pulsated as you arched your back and cried out from pleasure. Roger soon followed, cursing and grunting as he worked himself through his release. Your moans and heavy breaths mixed together through the crackling receiver before you both laid in silence, enjoying your post orgasm bliss. “I miss you,” Roger said, being the first to break the silence.

You felt your stomach clench with emotion, “I miss you too, Rog.” You admitted.

“You should visit us, it’s… it’s hard being away from you this long.” You could tell he was nervous by how well thought out his words seemed.

You pursed your lips, “Roger,” You warned “Friends don’t miss each other that much”

“What if I don’t want to just be friends?” He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat, “I would like that,” You said trying to hide your smile.

“So, I’ll see you,” He drug out the you and hoped you would fill in the lingering question.

You thought about your schedule over the next few days, “You’ll see me for your weekend show.” You broke out into a grin, “I can come up for a weekend.” You said, curling the cord around your fingers while you spoke.

“I’ll see you then,” Roger said grinning, “Night, love.” He said softly.

“Good night, Rog.” You answered matching the excitement in his voice. You had a lot to get situated before you flight would leave this weekend.

[asphalt-cocktail]

Kinkmas Prompt #8: Voyeurism

If you are considered a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing. A/N: Hi cuties! The next installment of Kinkmas, I know i promised these would be done by New Years day, but it’s just not going to happen tbh. BUT I will complete them. I’ll be recovering from my hangover tomorrow so I’ll be able to write almost all day. Anyways, enjoy some good old fashioned hate fucking from 80s!Roger, you already know he’s my favorite.

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut, fingering, public sex, fr its super public, alcohol and cigarettes, slut shaming, dirty talk, Roger and reader being dicks to each other, what’s up with me and enemies to lovers?? What can i say, i love the fic. not proof read.

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Touring with Queen as an up and coming rock and roll band was honestly everything you had ever hoped for and more. With them having been established and a world-wide success for roughly a decade, they could have easily ignored you and your band, but they took you in with open arms. They mentored your troupe and made you all feel included.

Well, most of them did at least.

There was one that just couldn’t seem to stand your antics.

Roger Taylor.

You didn’t know where you had gotten off on the wrong foot, maybe it was when your guitarist accidentally shattered all the hotel room windows, or when your bassist got punched in the face by a guard after starting an argument mid show, or maybe it was when your drummer was arrested for being too drunk in public and passing out outside of the club you were at. Either way, he could not stand your careless and stubborn attitudes.

Tonight, the post show ritual was like any other. You quickly changed from your show clothes into something suitable for the after party and tried to quickly clean some of the sweat from your body before you headed over to back to the hotel.

Because of the success of Queen, they could afford to rent out the penthouse suite on the top floor, while you and your bandmates crammed into two hotel rooms. It didn’t bother you though, you often found yourself waking up on their living room floor at some weird time and dragging yourself back to your hotel room.

As you approached the room to their suite, you could practically hear the shouting and music through the door, you pushed it open and let yourself in. Your senses were overwhelmed by the different smells mixing together, sweat, alcohol, cigarettes, filled your nostrils. It was familiar and comforting.

You quickly lit up your own cigarette and grabbed a bottle of beer, frowning when you saw it wasn’t a twist off. You looked around before your eyes settled on the counter in the kitchenette, you walked over carefully lining up the edge of the cap on the counter and hitting your hand against it, successfully popping it off. “Can’t use a bottle opener like a normal person?” You turned, to see Roger leaning back against a wall, brooding.

“I didn’t break anything.” You said back, furrowing your brows with frustration.

Roger rolled his eyes, “You chipped the bloody counter, I saw it.” He chastised

You flicked your cigarette ash at him, “Piss off,” You spat back at him, before taking an angry drink of your beer.

“We’ll mail you the bill.” He said, stuffing his hand in his pockets.

He wasn’t right, you did chip the counter. But did you care? No, not in the least bit because the night was just getting started and a little chip on the counter was nothing compared to what the night could potentially have in store.

“What’s the cause?” you asked, tapping a finger to your lip in a mocking manor “I hope its for you to finally get a better haircut, can’t stand looking at the god-awful mullet. Makes you look way older than you already do…”

Oh, that did it, his cheeks flared red and you swore if this was a cartoon, steam would have blown from his ears. He sputtered out a few incoherent words before he clenched his jaw, stomping off.

The more the alcohol flowed the more you found yourself loosening up, dancing and swaying your hips along with the music and even occasionally grinding on a groupie that had found her way in Queen’s suite.

You let out a loud burst of laughter when one of the scantily dressed girls bumped into you, causing you to spill your glass all over yourself and the floor, you turned to see Roger frowning and shaking his head across the room, despite him wearing those stupid dark sunglasses you knew he saw you and you loved getting a rise out of him, you might even would have called it your favorite pastime. Your hand reached up to your cleavage, swiping up a droplet of alcohol from your skin and sucking it off your fingers while maintaining eye contact with the sunglasses clad Roger.

You frowned, stumbling a bit, “I’ve got to change, I’ll be back!” You said to the nameless girl who was swallowed by the crowd as soon as you left.

You ran into Freddie who looked down at the dark stain on your tee shirt “What happened to you?” He asked, wrapping a friendly arm around your waist and pulling you against his side.

“Some girl bumped into me!” You said holding up your half empty drink, “Can I borrow a top dear?” You asked leaning onto his shoulder.

Freddie rubbed your shoulder and gripped your hand “Of course, love, let’s go.” He said pulling you off into one of the closed bedrooms. He rummaged through one of his many suitcases, “Roger’s been pissing and moaning all night.” He said shooting you a knowing grin, “Because you called him old and said his haircut was god-awful.”

You tried to bite back a smile, “I wanted to get a rise out of him, you know I love to piss him off.” You answered honestly.

Freddie threw you a button-down shirt, you quickly slipped it on frowning when the buttons didn’t touch.

Curse Freddie and his stylishly tight shirts.

You shrugged opting to leave it open, “Just watch yourself, you don’t want to get him too riled up.” Freddie warned as you exited his room.

You grabbed another cigarette, sticking it between your lips and lighting it as you wandered over to the table with all the alcohol on it, quickly making yourself a heavily mixed drink. You sipped it as the crowd swallowed you, bodies pressed against you as you turned and swayed your hips to the music, you soon felt small hands gripping your hips and rubbing up the sides of your torso as you swayed against them. You turned seeing the girl that had bumped into you earlier. You grinned, gripping her hands and keeping them placed on your hips as you began to grind against her. Her hands slipped from your grip and lightly trailed up your waste, tracing the band of your bra with her delicately decorated fingernails.

You shivered against her touch and leaned back, burying your face into her neck and sighing against her soft skin. You briefly looked away, locking eyes with Roger from across the room. Even at a distance you could tell his eyebrows were furrowed, still bothered by your comment from earlier. He was clearly not paying attention to Brian who was seated next to him and talking.

The groupie pulled your hair back and her mouth lightly ghosting over your neck as you let out a breathy sigh. You turned, glancing sideways at Roger and cupping the girl’s face, placing a soft sensual kiss on her lips. Your mouths lightly touched, and she laced her fingers in your hair, pulling you closer against her. You two kissed only for a brief moment before you pulled away, finding yourself breathless “I’ll be back.” You said swallowing thickly, feeling her lingering touch as you made your way to the bathroom.

You just needed to freshen up, your skin felt excruciatingly hot and your panties began to dampen from the girl’s soft touches. You tugged on the handle to the bathroom door, only for it to be pulled from your grasp, you looked up to see Roger. How had he made it here before you?

Maybe your brief kiss wasn’t as brief as you thought.

He scoffed, looking down at you, not moving, “Surprised you aren’t running off with that girl, slut.” He harshly said.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “Not like you wouldn’t have done the same thing,” You moved to push past Roger, but his body filled the frame, “It’s kind of nice though, all those fake moans wake me up so I don’t have to see the painful interaction when those tramps do the walk of shame.” Roger looked taken back and his mouth hung slightly ajar with shock, “Surprised you can even get it up, you’re so old you know.” You continued, sensing the anger bubbling within the blonde-haired man.

His jaw clenched with frustration, “You should have really just forgone the shirt tonight, love,” his tone sent a shiver down you’re your spine, “Lord knows it winds up coming off when you drink anyways.” When you didn’t respond, he boldly took a step closer to you, “What, no smart remark?” He asked, watching you step back, you back hitting the wall behind you.

When did this hallway get so small?

Sweat began to prick the back of your neck as your heart began to race, you looked up at him and locked eyes with his intense gaze, “I can’t fucking stand you.” you tried to sound confident, but your voice failed you.

Roger’s face fell into a mocking frown “Aw, what’s wrong, has the kitten lost her bite?” He mocked and stepped closer towards you, closing the distance between the two of you.

Your hands splayed against the cheaply painted wall as you averted your gaze, your thighs clenching together at his words, “I-I can’t fucking stand you,” Your voice not hiding the arousal you were feeling while cornered.

Roger smirked, “You like this, don’t you?” He asked, pushing his knee between your legs and putting his hands on either side of your head “Bet it’s getting you off, isn’t it?” His hand lightly brushed against the exposed skin around your neck and shoulders, massaging it in his rough hands. Your mouth hung open and you let out a shuttering breath, “You’re fucking filthy, aren’t you?” He chastised as his hand covered your throat, keeping it there just to tease you.

You whimpered against his hand, shifting the weight of your legs in hopes of some form of friction. You opened your mouth but found yourself unable to speak. Roger’s grip tightened around your neck, causing your jaw to fall open and a stuttering moan to fall from your lips. He released his grip and watched as you let out gasping breaths, your eyes rapidly blinking in an attempt to focus once more.

His smirk widened as he felt you slowly rubbing your self against his leg, desperately trying to relieve some of the tension that had begun to build between your legs before once again squeezing your throat. You gasped against the pressure, feeling your throat constricting as you struggled to inhale. Your eyes fluttered shut and pressed harder against his thigh, his free hand came up and stilled your hips, pushing them against the wall. Your mind began to feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, you reached up tapping at his hand.

Roger quickly released, rubbing the sides of your throat as your legs wobbled while you gasped, sucking in the air your lungs were deprived of. You looked up at Roger, blinking to clear your hazy vision and saw his stern face looking down at you, almost in judgement, “You think you can get off after the shit you’ve put us through on tour?” He asked, his hand now moving to the side of your face, squeezing your cheeks together and forcing you to look at him.

“Please,” You whimpered through your forcibly puckered lips.

Roger dramatically rolled his eyes “Please?” He scoffed at your request, “If you’re going to act like a slut, I’m going to treat you like one.” He said letting go of your face and stepping back, “Turn around” He said pushing your shoulders.

You shivered with excitement and turned around. He immediately pressed you against the wall, pulling your hips flush against him, “I’m going to fuck you right in this hallway,” He said, slipping his fingers down the front of your pants, harshly rubbing against your clit, “Christ, your soaked.” He said, his fingers easily moving between your slick folds. Your hands desperately pressed against the wall, clawing at it as you whimpered while his fingers worked you.

You spread your legs and pushed against his hand, desperately chasing your release “Rog, please” You gasped.

“Please what?” He taunted you with his words as his fingers slowed down, now lazily rubbing your swollen clit.

“Fuck me,” You whined.

Roger pulled his hands from your pants and toyed with the waistband of your pants “Fuck you where? Here in this hall, where everyone can see how much of a filthy girl you are?” He asked.

“Yes,” you jumped, feeling him roughly pulling your pants and underwear down, exposing your ass and wet cunt to him.

“No,” He sharply said, “Say. It.” His words were harsh and purposefully articulated.

Your walls clenched at his demanding tone before you swallowed your pride, “I…I want you to fuck me,” You breath hitched in your throat, feeling his rough hands rubbing against the globes of your ass, “Fuck, I want you to fuck me in the hallway.” You tightly balled your fists.

His hand harshly came down, smacking your ass, you jumped and pushed back against his hand, preening into his touch, “Why?” He pressed, spreading your cheeks apart and teasingly running his hard on between your folds.

You hissed and arched your back, pressing against him in hopes that he would finally fuck you, “Because I’m a slut.” You finally answered, swallowing your pride down and submitting to him.

Roger hummed in content “There, you go,” He softly cooed, “Feels good to finally say it, doesn’t it?” He asked, finally pressing into your slick folds.

Your back arched against his touch, as his hips harshly snapped against yours “Oh god,” You gasped out “Yes, feels good.” You whined, pressing your hands against the wall, clawing at it in desperate need to hold on to something.

“Come on, let those pretty sounds out,” He hissed, letting you fall forward as he securely held you, “I want this who fucking party to know you’re a little slut.”

. Your breasts bounced with his thrusts, spilling out of your bra. You turned and looked down the hall, seeing people unknowingly waking past. Your mouth hung open as he rutted into you, his jaw tightly clenched as he grunted with his thrusts, “I’m a slut,” You sobbed out with pleasure.

Roger’s free hand came down and slapped your ass loudly, “Yeah, who’s fucking you right now- go on tell them.” He said nodding towards the light at the end of the hall.

“R-Roger” You sputtered out weakly. His hand came down harder on your cheek, “Fuck, Rog, your cock feels so good inside me.” You cried loudly.

“You like knowing that slut from earlier can see you getting fucked out here?” He grunted, your arms felt tight and sore as they stretched out, bracing you against the wall once more. His now free hands reached down, rubbing harsh, messy, circles around your clit.

“I want her to see,” The words spilled out of your mouth without a thought, the filter between your brain and mouth now gone.

Roger’s hips harshly snapped against yours, “You’re filthy, you know that?” he said, pinching your swollen clit and rolling it between his fingers, “Fucking filthy, wanting everyone to see you like this.”

You hissed at the delicious burn between your legs and your walls fluttered around Roger’s cock. The thought of anyone walking in and seeing the two of you was pushing you dangerously close to the edge, “’M close,” You whimpered, pushing yourself back and meeting his thrusts.

Your body sloppily shifted as he reached down pulling your arms away from the wall and turning you so you could face down the entrance of the hallway, the light reflecting off the sweat that had begun to speckle your forehead. Your shoulders burned as Roger slammed you back against his hips, tightly holding your wrists in his hands. Your back arched as he hit that spot inside you that caused the string of tension in your belly to ware thinner and thinner, “R-Rog,” You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut.

Roger jerked your arms roughly, “Keep them open, I want you to see everyone that walks past here.” He clenched his jaw, his thrusts faltering and losing their rhythm. He was close as well.

Your mouth hung ajar as a string of whiney gasps passed through your lips while you struggled to keep your eyes open. Several people walked past, glancing, quickly averting their gaze, and shuffling past; their mumbled apologies going from one ear and right out the other as the two of you lost yourselves in pleasure.  With one last sharp thrust, Roger had you coming undone. Your walls pulsated around him, the pressure causing him to reach his own release. He quickly pulled out, releasing hot spurts of come on your back.

Your legs shook and threatened to buckle as you gasped, coming down from your high, “Christ, Roger you’re room is less than three meters away, you could have gone in there?” You recognized the voice but averted your gaze, maintaining your bent over position.

Roger let your arms fall limply to your sides, the muscles in your shoulders aching from how he held you “Don’t worry, we’re finishing up in there, Bri.” Roger said tucking himself back into his pants. You slowly sat up right, rubbing your sore back and caught Roger’s gaze “Don’t bother fixing yourself, you’re just going to take it off.” He said while opening the door to his bedroom. You shivered with anticipation, he wasn’t done with you yet?

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Kinkmas Prompt #6: Dirty Talk

A/N: Yeah, I went really over board with this fic and I’m NOT sorry. This is probably my favorite one that I have written so far so I hope you all enjoy! All your comments, likes, and reblogs are so nice to see/read and I appreciate every one of them!

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Smut, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected, HELLA dirty talk, also smoking and alcohol, fluff, public sexy time, the WORKS people, its high key filthy, also its kind of a college AU??? But not really, (it’s still the 70s), not proof read as well

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You didn’t know why you had agreed to come along to this party, in fact you don’t even know how you managed to get invited in the first place. It was a friend of a friend situation that caused you to show up on Freddie Mercury and Roger Taylor’s college apartment one warm spring night.

To summarize it quickly, you knew John’s girlfriend, Veronica through attending the same university. You met in a freshman seminar class and bonded over your mutual love of disco music and drive for success as women. Eventually when dorm life became too restricted for your liking and you were seeking a roommate, Veronica just so happened to be in the same position. Now, two years later and into your third year of college you found yourselves living very well together.

You knew her boyfriend, John, he was quiet and smart but also had quite a sassy mouth on him and a secret wild streak. That was a quality that John and Veronica shared, they often went out late to go dancing, leaving you alone in the flat. You didn’t mind, you weren’t one to go out and preferred to stay inside, reading or listening to LPs. But when Veronica knocked on your door the Thursday before, begging you to go, you found yourself unable to say no.

“Come on,” She whined, “Roger is going to be there…” She said in a sing song voice.

You scoffed “So,” You said crossing your arms over your chest. Sure you knew of the other three guys that made up John’s band, but it wasn’t like you actually liked any of them.

“Oh don’t even pull that, I’ve seen you making eyes at Roger.” She said lightly pushing your shoulder. You rolled your eyes in response and opened your mouth to comment but she quickly interrupted you “You could at least use a quick shag even if you don’t fancy Roger. You never leave the house.”

Your jaw fell open, “What!” you shrilly said, “I leave the house!” you really didn’t have much else to say, even if what you yelled wasn’t all that true.

“Yeah! For class! When was the last time you brought a guy home? That Michael guy? That doesn’t even count, he was in and out of the house in 15 minutes!” Veronica had a point, Michael from Lit 305 was a disappointment, he was one of those guys who aggressively rubbed everywhere but your clit and repeatedly asked if you were coming. Spoiler alert: You weren’t.

“Fine, I’ll go!” You yelled back in defeat, “But I won’t have fun and you’ll have to kill me before you put my hair in rollers!” if you were going to go out, you were going to do it your way, and not hers.

So here you were, the annual Mercury, Taylor spring end of year bash. You could hear the yelling from outside their damn apartment building and could see people cluttered on the balcony and scattered throughout the yard, Christ this was going to be a mess, you could already tell.

You lugged a case of beer up the steps and opened the door, letting yourself in and were greeted with a grinning and red-faced Veronica “You came!” She squealed and pulled you into a hug.

You furrowed your brows and patted her back awkwardly, “Yeah, yeah, I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I didn’t.” You muttered and scoped the room out, you couldn’t see Freddie, but you could hear him amongst the smoke-filled room and over the loud music. Brian was sitting on the couch his long arms comfortable spread along the back, you could tell he was in a casually heated debate. John was right behind Veronica, his arms firmly wrapped around her waist once she pulled away from you; their red faces and grins matching. But Roger, he was standing by the keg, pouring a drink for himself with several girls flocked around him, laughing at something they probably pretended was funny if you had to judge by the looks on their faces.

“Can I set this down somewhere it won’t get stolen?” You asked, nodding to your case of beer and scrunching your nose as someone bumped into your shoulder while they pushed past you.

John perked up “Oh, you can put in Roger’s room.” You opened your mouth to protest, the last thing you wanted was to see Roger, “Rog!” He called, catching the blonde’s attention and waving him over.

Roger walked up, beer in hand and looked you up and down, his grinning face settling on your scowl, “Can [Y/N] put this in your room?” John asked, swaying with Veronica lightly to the music.

His gaze broke away from you and he glanced at John, “Sure!” He said and pushed his way through the crowd with you following suit.

As the two of you pushed further into the house, the more crowded and densely packed together the bodies got. Roger reached a hand back for you to grasp so you wouldn’t get lost and you took it, feeling the callouses on the palms of his hands and on the pads of his fingertips. You gulped and clutched your case of beer under your arm while the two of you continued to push through before you finally reached his door. He pulled out his keys and unlocked it on the first try. The rush of cool air that left his room was refreshing and didn’t smell like stale beer, cigarettes, and sweat. You had only met Roger a hand full of times but knew the smell in the room was so uniquely him.

He kicked some of his clothes out of the way and looked over at you “You can keep them in here, just grab a few and stick them in the fridge, if you need a refill you know where to find me.” He said giving you a cheeky salute.

You froze, there was a reason you tried to never interact with Roger. It was because that stupid soft voice of his made your knees weak and your head begin to spin. “O-okay” You answered quickly, adverting your gaze and grabbing an arm full of beers, “Do… do you want one?” there was something about this man that caused you to lose all sense of focus and you hated it.

Roger gave you an odd look, “Sure,” He said taking a beer from your hands, “You able to carry all that?” His wide blue eyes looking down at you.

You shifted your stance and nodded your head “Yeah I got it,” You answered just as three cans slipped out from the gaps in your arms and fell to the floor “Shit,” You cursed, bending over and dropping several more cans. You let out a frustrated huff, now holding significantly less than what you had been previously and looked up, only to see eye to eye with Roger as he bent down to help you pick up the fallen cans, “I got it,” You repeated, your hand darting out.

Your hands collided together in a very cliché manor, “It doesn’t look like you do.” He teased, “I can help.” He insisted, you let out a long sigh and finally agreed to let him help you.

When the two of you exited his room, you found Veronica immediately standing at the door, “Oh hey!” She said smiling sheepishly. You narrowed your eyes at her, knowing exactly why she was standing there.

Roger, clueless as every grinned back “Hey Ronnie, you seen Fred?” He asked, craning his head to look over the crowd.

Veronica nodded her head “Yeah, I think he’s on the balcony or outside?” Her answer was more of question, some how he was everywhere at once, running around and insisting on interacting with the guests that had arrived in order to be a good host.

“Right, well I’m going to help [Y/N] put these in the fridge and find him. Roger answered, pushing through the crowd with you in tow.

You were thankful the kitchen was sparsely populated and only contained a few stragglers that were looking to mix their drinks. You placed your cans of beer in the fridge and grabbed one, cracking it open and gulping down the bitter liquid, “I need to be way more fucked up to be here.” You muttered to yourself.

Apparently, Roger had heard you, “Want a shot?” He asked, curiosity flashing behind his azure eyes, “You know to loosen up a bit?” Roger waved a cheap plastic bottle of vodka in front of you.

You looked at your beer, at Roger, and then at the bottle of vodka and your face broke into a grin, “Only if you take one with me.” You responded.

Roger poured out four shot glasses he’d pulled from the cabinets, not caring that he spilled a little as he filled them to the brim, “Ready?” He asked before the two of you raised your glasses to clank them together, tapped them on the table, and then swallowed the clear liquid, it burned going down and caused the two of you to wince and cough. Roger shook his head, trying to clear the sting and blew out a puff of air “Next one, quick,” He said grinning.

You laughed and followed the same pre shot ritual, now feeling a bit more loosened up. The alcohol caused a shiver to creep up your spine and spread through your ears, “That was awful.” You sighed out but couldn’t help but laugh.

Roger grinned back at you, “I know!” He answered back before looking around the room “I’ll be around if you want to do more, ‘kay?” Right, Freddie still needed to be found.

You nodded your head, “Yeah, course.” You responded and exchanged weird nods before he left.

Of course Veronica was waiting for you to exit the kitchen, “Did you kiss him?” She pressed, quickly bombarding you with questions.

You made a face “Of course not, we just took shots and he went to find Freddie, just like he said he would.” You made sure to point out, “Nothing, is going to happen between me and Roger.” You made sure to put emphasis in your sentence.

As the night continued and the alcohol flowed, you found that you weren’t upset about being forced to go out tonight. You and Veronica laughed and danced to the loud continuous music and continued to suck your drinks down like they were water. A wonderful buzzing feeling spread through your body, warming your face and hands. It had been ages since you’d loosened up this much.

Despite the fun atmosphere the small apartment soon became stuffy from breathing recycled air and the lack of circulation, “I’ll be back I’m stepping outside.” You yelled back over the crowd to Veronica who gave you a thumbs up.

You pushed past everyone, looking over the crowd to the balcony which looked as though it was one person away from collapsing and opted to just head outside.

Once outside you coughed at the surprisingly cool air as it filled your lungs and patted your pockets looking for your pack of cigarettes. “Fuck,” You mumbled unable to find the crumpled pack. You leaned against the cool brick of the building and huffed out a sigh of disappointment, at least you still had your beer.

“Need a smoke?”

You turned to see Roger next to you, leaning on the wall of the apartment, his hands casually in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips, “Please,” You asked looking sheepishly at him. He stuck the soft pack out and you picked one placing the cigarette between your lips.

Roger held up his lighter and you looked quizzically at him “You need a light right?” He asked, pulling you from your daze.

You shook your head “Oh, yeah, right.” You answered awkwardly and leaned in towards the little metal flip lighter. He flicked it open and used his hands to shield the flame from the wind, you inhaled as the flame danced around the tobacco and paper, feeling the smoke trickle into your lungs. You pulled away, puffing the smoke into the air and watching it disappear.  

As you smoked your cigarette you continued to sneak side glances at him, observing how he shifted the weight from one leg to the other and stuffed his hands as far into his jean pockets as possible. The colorful and thin button down was doing nothing to keep the cool air out, especially since it was hardly buttoned. “What?” Roger finally said breaking the silence.

“What?” You answered back, slightly taken back.

“You keep looking at me.” He accused, you could hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke.

“No, I don’t.” You said defensively.

“Yeah, you do.” Roger said matching your tone and now turning to face you, “Why do you act so weird around me?” He pressed, shifting closer to you.

You found yourself leaning back away from him, looking down and making a weird face “I don’t act weird around you.” You continued to defend yourself.

Roger grinned, turning his head away and letting out a soft laugh before looking back at you “There you go making that face,” Before you could continue to deny he interrupted you “Anytime I come over you run and hide in your room, you’ve lived with Veronica for three years and this is the most I’ve heard you speak let alone seen you.” He looked at you with keen eyes.

You looked away, averting your gaze from his and flicking the ash from your cigarette “I’m just shy,” You answered.

Roger let out a loud laugh, causing you to jump “That’s a lie and you know it.” he was close, you could smell the combination of cigarettes and alcohol on his breath and felt your face getting flushed “Do I… make you nervous?” His voice was teasing and low.

It caused you to clench your thighs together as heat pooled between your legs “I-I… no…” You managed to peep out. Your skin felt like it was on fire and you had dropped your long-forgotten cigarette on the ground, placing your palms flatly against the building behind you as you turned, looking away from Roger’s face.

“Look at me,” Roger’s voice was demanding, and his hand cupped your chin urging you obey him, “Be a good girl and look over here, love.”

You chewed on your lip, stifling a whimper that still managed to seep out of your lips and looked up at Roger. He was so close to you; his shallow breaths brushed against your face and filled your nostrils with the scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol. It was intoxicating. “There you go…” He said softly. You looked up at him wide eyed, like a deer in headlights. You swallowed thickly and tried to calm your rapid breaths and urge to look away from Roger’s intense gaze. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked, his hand sliding from your chin to cup you the side of your face.

Roger’s thumb traced your lower lip and you found your self letting out a shaky breath, your lower lip lightly quivering against his rough fingers. His thumb pressed past your lips into the wet warmth of your mouth, “Suck,” He ordered.

You found yourself obeying and closing your lips around his fingers, gently rubbing your tongue along the soft pads of his thumb and groaning lightly as you sucked on it, “Good girl.” He said breathlessly.

You whimpered, clenching your thighs and hoping the pressure would help ease the arousal you felt. He pushed his thumb further back into your mouth, pressing at the back your throat. You gagged, your mouth opening as you coughed and your throat constricting around his thumb. He quickly pulled his finger back and looked up at your glassy eyes, maintaining eye contact with you as he pulled his thumb completely from your mouth.

Saliva dribbled down your lip and you wiped it off with the back of your hand, keeping eye contact. Your eyes were glassy, and tears had formed in them as a natural reaction to gagging. Roger’s hands cupped either side of your face and he licked his lips, “Bet you with you were gagging on my cock instead of my finger.” He boldly stated.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat and you felt your face heat up. He wasn’t wrong, that was the problem, “What are you going to do about it.” You had no idea why you said that, you truly didn’t. Perhaps it was the alcohol you had been drinking, or the fact it had been well over a year since your last decent lay, either way you eagerly awaited his response.

“You wanna get on your knees here, or inside?” He asked, pressing his body against you. His cock strained through the already tight fabric of his jeans and pushed against your leg. You whimpered and felt yourself slinking down onto the ground.

The coolness from the damp grass soaked into the knees of your jeans as you knelt in front of him, palming him through his pants. “Fuck,” Roger breathed out before stepping around you to lean against the brick building and quickly scrambled, fumbling with his belt and taking his cock out from his pants.

You instinctively reached up, gripping him at the base and pumping your hand along his length. His head leaned back and he widened his stance, shoulders resting comfortably against the wall. You licked the tip of his half hard cock and looked up at him. His mouth hung ever so slightly ajar as he watched you engulf his length and begin to bob your head up and down.

You let out a content moan, feeling him stretching and filling your mouth with his length and sucked him into your mouth, rubbing your tongue along his length. His hips bucked into your mouth and Roger found himself loosing composure.

Roger roughly gripped your hair, his fingernails scraping at the base of your scalp as you began to pick up your speed, bobbing your head and moving your hand in synchronized movements. Spit began to gather and seep from the corners of your mouth and down your hand as you continued to suck him off, soon forgetting the two of you were outside.

“Shit,” Roger cursed out, bucking his hips hard against you causing his length to hit the back of your throat. You found yourself gagging unexpectedly, pulling back to wipe your mouth and catch your breath. Quickly you found yourself opening up, ready to swallow him once more “You like sucking me off outside?” He asked, tapping his cock against your flat tongue while his other hand kept your head firmly in place.

You looked up at him wide eyes and nodded your head, “Yes,” You rasped out between ragged breaths.

He slipped his erection between your lips once more, this time your hands braced yourself on his hips and he slowly pumped into your mouth. Soft grunts and moans left his lips as he held your head in place with both of his hands, thrusting into your mouth, careful to not make you gag. His movements were surprisingly slow, like he wanted to savor the moment and not waste it.

But a cat call shattered the moment. Pulling the two of you from your own little bubble and back into reality. Your face flushed and you quickly pulled away, burying your face in your hands in embarrassment. Roger couldn’t help but break into a grin, “As fun as this is.” He said tucking himself back into his pants, “We should go inside, I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours. I know you’ve got to be soaked.” He continued to speak and reached down, helping you up from the ground.

“Wait!” You said, stopping in your tracks as the two of you headed for the front door, “Do you have a back door up?” you asked and averted your gaze nervously “I… I just don’t want Ronnie snooping around.” You said, rubbing your fingers along the hem of your shirt.

Roger smiled softly and nodded his head, taking your hand in his own “Yeah, come on we can go through the car park.” He offered.

After your little detour, the two of you had successfully made it back into his flat without much of a bother. The crowd had died down and only a few stragglers and passed out friends remained in the living room. You and Roger slipped into his bedroom where he immediately locked the door and pushed you up against it, capturing you in a hot opened mouthed kiss.

Your teeth clanked together, and you let out a soft whimper feeling your back hitting the wooden door, it was quickly swallowed by Roger’s feverish kisses. He sucked your lower lip and lightly tugged on it as he pulled away, “Bed, now.” He said pulling away and lightly pushing you in the direction of his bed.

You nodded, scrambling to make your way over, plopping down, Roger pushed you back and you fell onto his plush blankets. He quickly climbed on top of you, wasting no time kissing down your neck and continuing down, nipping and licking at every bit of skin that had been exposed by your tee shirt riding up. He paused, kissing the waste band of your jeans and looking up at you, “Keep going,” You said breathlessly, “Please.” Roger grinned and unbuttoned your pants, slipping them off and revealing your panties which had soaked through. He nuzzled his nose against the dark spot of moisture that had collected and licked you through your panties. “Fuck,” You said, raking your hand through your hair with anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” Roger said, spreading your legs more and kissing along your thighs, gently licking and sucking at the soft supple skin, “You wet for me, love?” He asked, “You wet from sucking me off?”

You squirmed against him, inching closer so he would get the hint, “’M wet for you.” You whimpered.

“You like having my cock in your mouth?” Ge asked, hooking his fingers on either side of your panties and slowly pulling them down.

You let out a helpless sigh “Yes, I want your cock in my mouth.” You responded bucking your hips into his touch.

Roger held down your squirming hips and spread your folds apart, giving him an unfiltered view of your wet cunt, e led with his nose as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue followed, flatly licking at your core before his tongue swirled around your swollen clit causing you to let out a whiney breath, “Ah, Rog,” You moaned, reaching down and lacing your fingers in his hair.

Your stomach tightened, as the tip of his tongue meandered around your wet cunt, making sure to explore every inch you had to offer. He slipped two fingers into your tight cunt, slowly pumping his fingers into you and curling them as he alternated between suckling and lapping at your clit. Before he pulled away to watch you, sigh in disappointment at the loss of pleasure.

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged and bucked your hips onto his fingers that curled against your walls, rubbing against them. You back arched against his touches and as you felt him dive back between your legs, feeling his tongue sharply darting backing and forth on your sensitive nub. You tugged his hair and pressed his face closer into your cunt hoping to relieve some of the pressure that was building in the base of your tummy “Fuck, fuck, ‘m so close.” You mumbled out, your thighs clenching tightly as you tried to stave off your looming orgasm.

He paused momentarily, “It’s okay, you can let go.” He huffed out before swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking on it immediately after, sending you over the edge. Your chest heaved as your thighs clenched on either side of his face, your hand holding him in place as you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you.

He pulled away, watching your pussy clenching and pulsating around his fingers as they slowed down, milking and prolonging your pleasure. You found yourself pulling back from his soft teasing touches “Stop, stop, stop,” You whimpered helplessly as the pleasure and frustration soon became too much for you to handle.

Roger stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and softly grunting at the taste.

You looked at him through hazy eyes, your mouth still ajar and trying to steady out your erratic breaths. You soon found yourself pulling him back up your body, kissing him softly and sensually. Your mouths slowly moving against each other as you held him tightly against you. Roger pulled away pulling off yours and his shirts and trailing a line of kisses from your jaw and down your neck. “You want me to fuck this tight pussy of yours?” He growled right in your ear and ground his hips against your sensitive core.

You whimpered and held his hips in place, moving with them “Please,” you sighed.

“How do you want it?” He pulled away and studied your face, hoping you’d answer him honestly.

You stuttered, trying to find your words, no one had ever asked you that before “I… I…” you could hardly think of an answer “I don’t want to be able to walk afterwards.” There was your answer.

Roger’s face broke into a wide grin, “Turn over for me, love.” He said pulling away and tapping the side of your hips.

You quickly followed suit, rolling over onto your stomach and getting on your knees, spreading your legs and pushing your ass back against him. Roger licked his lips and spread your cheeks, getting a perfect view of your already swollen and wet cunt that was still sensitive from your previous orgasm “You’ve got such a pretty pussy, you know that?” His soft voice saying such lewd words caused you to twitch with anticipation. He hummed, “You like it when I talk to you like that?” He asked and slowly inserted two fingers into you causing you to gasp, “When I call you a good girl and tell you how good that pussy of yours taste?” You let out a low moan and clenched his fingers as they began to pump in and out of your cunt, “I could eat that cunt of yours all night if you’d let me,” He let out a soft sigh, “But, fuck I want to feel you clenching around my cock.” He said and pulled his fingers out of you abruptly.

You whined at the loss of feeling but he quickly pushed into you, his cock stretching you as he filled you up. You clenched the bedsheets tightly and gasped “R-Rog,” You sobbed out as he started moving slowly, still barely recovered from your previous orgasm, “Harder, please?”

Roger pulled out from you nearly all the way and slammed back into you, “You want me to fuck you harder?” He asked leaning over to growl in your ear and gripped a fist full of your hair, pulling it back and forcing your back to arch.

“Yes, please,” You cried out, “Please,” seemed to be the only word you could choke out as his hips harshly slapped against you. The sound of your slurred words mixed with his grunts and the sound of your skin slapping together and filled the room, forming a sinful combination.

His let go of your hair, allowing your arms to collapse as he now pushed your head into the mattress, driving you into the soft plush blankets with his hard-steady thrusts. His hand reached around pressing hard against your clit “You gonna come for me again, baby?” He asked rubbing harsh messy circles on the swollen and sensitive bud. You nodded your head against the mattress, whimpering incoherently, “I want that tight cunt of yours to come all over my cock, come on, I know you have another one in you.” Your walls fluttered around him, your second orgasm building easily and quickly threatening to overtake you.

The tight feeling in your belly began to build and you clenched your eyes shut tightly, choking out a high-pitched whine before your walls clenched hard around Roger’s cock “Ah, fuck, that’s my good girl.” Roger grunted through his tightly clenched jaw. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs and hips as his pace began to lose rhythm and become uneven. He groaned loudly, burying himself to the hilt as he spurted hot ropes of come into your still clenching pussy, allowing it to milk him as he worked the two of you through your highs with a few shallow thrusts.

His hand stayed on the small of your back as he stilled, slowly pulling out and whimpering as your tight walls brushed against his sensitive member. You straightened your legs out and laid flatly against the bed while Roger flopped over next to you. The sound of your rapid breaths filled the room as a comfortable silence hung in the air before Roger broke it, “I knew I made you nervous.” He said proudly.

You turned your head towards him, your muscles aching as you did, “Shut up,” You said and buried your face with embarrassment.

Roger pulled you into his sticky and sweaty chest, kissing your bare shoulder “I think it’s cute.” He mumbled against your skin.

“Cute?” You asked, peering up at him.

He swallowed thickly and nodded his head “Yeah, cute.” He reassured and reached down, pulling his tangled blankets over the two of you. You rolled onto your side, your back against Roger’s chest as he tapped soft mindless rhythms against your skin, “You know you should come around more often.” He said softly.

You rolled over and faced him still in his arms “If this is what happens when I come around more, then I guess I can.” You tried to feign disappointment but couldn’t hide it behind your post sex glow.

Roger’s hand came up, lightly brushing your messy hair from your face, “If you would have stopped hiding in your room, this would have happened sooner.” Roger admitted, his thumb softly rubbing circles on your cheek.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, sighing softly, “Can… can it happen again?” You asked sounding hopeful.

Roger couldn’t help but grin as you resorted back to your shy tactics, “Of course it can.” He said and once again pulled you back into his chest and running his fingers through your hair.

As the two of you laid in silence and felt a wave of exhaustion claim you, you couldn’t help but secretly feel thankful that Veronica had convinced you to go out tonight.

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AC’s Kinkmas Celebration

What’s up everyone! It’s that time of year again!

I know I’m a little late but give a girl a break, I’ve got finals to study for. So to make up for it I’ll be writing starting now until January 1st!

I have a set of 15 kinks I will be writing for and you my lovely follower gets to choose which characters I will be writing for! The prompts and rules are listed below! Feel free to hit that young reblog button to signal boost and help spread the word!

My Asks

The prompts

Bondage/restraints Dom!Roger Taylor x Reader

Sensory deprivation

Pegging John Lennon x Reader

Threesome Roger Taylor x Reader x Brian May

Phone sex/ sexting Roger Taylor x Reader

Dirty talk Roger Taylor x Reader

Over stimulation Roger Taylor x Reader x2

Voyureism Roger Taylor x Reader

Masturbation (mutual, getting caught, etc) Paul McCartney x Reader

Breeding Kai Anderson x Reader

Dom/sub 

Pet play The Beatles x Reader

Temperature play Paul McCartney x reader

Cock warming Warren Worthington x Reader

Breath play

My Asks

The rules:

Who do you write for?

Basically anyone you see my posting about!

Queen/BoRhap

Marvel

The Beatles

BNHA

Naruto

X men

AHS

What don’t you write?

I’ll pretty much write for anything because I’m a horny bastard but there are a few exceptions!

Incest

Yandere

Adult and minor relationships

character x character

m/m

How can I request?

That’s easy! You can send me an ask or a DM with the link you’d like and character(s) you’d like to see! Anon is welcome as well! Requests are taken on a first come first served basis, after they are taken I will cross the prompt off and write the character name near it.

If you have a kink you’d like to request by all means shoot me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

Where can I find these when you’re done?

I will be tagging all of my fics as ACs Kinkmas

You can also find them under my masterlist!

What can I expect you to write?

Honestly I don’t even know what I expect myself to write!

You can expect at least a 1k blurb or maybe a 5k+ novel depending on my mood. It will be a guarantee they will all be at least 1k

My Asks

[asphalt-cocktail]

Kinkmas Prompt #1: Bondage

A/N: Honestly I’m not sorry for what I just wrote. I’m not even putting in a little preview because it just starts off right away. Also once again, not my best ending so oops. If you would like to request a prompt and character yourself please reference my Kinkmas masterpost.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut, bondage and use of restraints, Dom!Roger, Sub!Reader, after care, fluff, dirty talk, swearing, not proof read, porn without plot dont read if you’re not comfortable with said themes. Like my other Roger writing, this can also be read as Ben!Roger.

Kinkmas 2019 Masterlist

General Masterlist

Asks

If you are considered a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing. 

You struggled to keep your balance as Roger secured the soft straps around your ankles while you knelt on the bed. Your legs were securely spread apart by the hard metal cylinder between them and were spread almost uncomfortably apart, it was just enough to cause your thighs to almost ache. They would typically be sore if you held this stance in any other instance but this time your mind was distracted on other things, like how your core throbbed or how Roger was still clothed while you were completely bare, or how he peppered soft kisses on the backs of your thighs and was getting dangerously close to your dripping core.

He pulled away, causing you to whimper at the loss of warmth and guided your head down onto the mattress. Your hands were pulled through the gap between your legs and your wrists were secured on the spreader bar. You tugged on them and adjusted your stance for optimal comfort before you gave Roger an awkward thumbs up.

Times like this only happened once in a great while, sometimes he would strap you up after he returned from tour to take his time with you, teasing you, and going over every inch of your body that he missed; or sometimes you ended up like this after a particularly long day at the studio filled with arguments and disagreements with the boys that led to him being holed up behind the kit until late at night. Tonight, just so happened to be the first option. Roger had just returned from tour, the last few nights of it had been filled with him sneaking off to take your teasing and tantalizing phone calls “Watch yourself, love.” Roger warned you the night before he returned.

After that you knew you were in for it.

When Roger entered the house, he dropped his bags and shut the door, stalking over to you. The moments leading up to right now had been a frenzy of teeth clanking kisses and grabby hands.

Roger smoothed his hands over the round globes of your ass, and you shivered “You been good for me, lovie?” He asked, his tone soft and kind.

You nodded your head against the bed sheets, “Yes, sir.” You answered obedient as ever.

Roger pulled his hand back and you braced yourself, “I don’t know about that.” He chastised, “’Specially with those last few phone calls.” He gripped your cheeks and spread them apart to get a view of your wet cunt, “Made me late to one of our meetings.” He mumbled.

You shivered with anticipation, “I’m sorry.” You whimpered and tried to lean into him, the muscles on the back of your thighs straining with your movement.

His hand came down and swatted at your hind end and you jumped at the stinging feeling, moaning in response, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” his voice was firm, but he never raised it.

You shook your head “N-No” You answered trying to focus while he ground his straining and clothed erection against your core.

Roger pulled back and smacked you harder, “You know what happens when you lie to me,” He warned.

You sobbed, feeling him pull away and a rush of cold air flooding your hot skin, “Yes, I did, I’m sorry. I just missed you so much.” You choked out.

Roger hummed running his hands over the developing red marks on your skin, “I think ten will teach you a lesson, yeah?” He asked, patting you lightly.

“No, I’m sorry, I promise I won’t do it again.” You whined.

“What was that? Eleven? I think that’s a great idea, but,” He licked his lips and kept his hand firmly on the side of your hip, “You know, I don’t like odd numbers so why don’t we make it twelve.” He pulled back and gave you one crisp smack, “If you lose track, I’ll add more so count.” He sounded frustrated at your lack of response.

“One!” You said your back lightly arching against his firm touch.

Smack

“Two!” You let out a shaky sob, things had only just begun, and you were already a wreck. As Roger continued to decorate your backside red, your mind began to haze over with a dense fog.

“I didn’t hear you count that one,” Roger’s voice teased, smoothing his hands over the raised and red skin.

“Fuck,” You hissed, back arching against his touch, “E-eight.” Your hands clenched and your fingers dug into the straps that circled your wrist and your toes curled.

Your legs shook and you’re the arousal from your cunt had begun to spread to your thighs. You could hear Roger shuffling around behind you, and you attempted to turn your head but couldn’t due to your restraints. You felt the bed dip behind you from his weight returning and settling behind you, “You’ve been so good for me love, I think eight was enough.” He said rubbing your sides softly, his hands trailing to your core where he teasingly stroked them. Your hips twitched due to the unexpected feeling, “Nice and wet for me.” He hummed and stuck two fingers inside you, curling them against your soft walls and pumping them with a steady rhythm.

You preened against his hands and groaned when you felt him pull his fingers from you, “Please, Rog.” You whimpered.

“Please what?” He asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Fuck me,” You whimpered, “Please, I want you so bad.” You were begging him at this point. Roger teasingly rubbed himself between your wet folds and you moaned feeling him, silently begging “Please, please, please” You whimpered softly.

Roger finally inserted himself into you and the two of you groaned at the feeling. He remained kneeling and pulled you back onto him by your hips, taking complete control of your immobile body and repeatedly pulling you back against him. He moaned, watching your ass move as it harshly collided with his hips as he remained still.

Your legs shook as you were rocked back and forth against him, Roger’s fingertips digging harshly into the skin of your hips. Roger pulled out momentarily and shifted his position, lifting one leg while continuing to kneel with the other and began harshly rutting into you. His hands came down and smacked your tender ass before he leaned forward and held your head down into the mattress.

You laid there taking it, unable to move and muscles straining against the restraint bar. He pulled your hair, causing your head to turn so you could look at him. You glanced up at Roger, eyes wild with blown pupils “You like it when I use you?” He asked harshly snapping his hips against yours.

You nodded your head, opening your mouth and inviting him to slip a finger into you which he accepted without a second thought. He popped his thumb in your mouth which you greedily sucked on, rubbing your tongue against his finger pads. Roger couldn’t hold back the moan at the sight of you completely fucked out beneath him, hair a mess, face flushed and stained with tears as he continued to fuck you with an unforgiving pace.

Your walls quivered around him, causing him to momentarily slow down, teasing you and prolonging the inevitable “You gonna come for me love?” He asked brushing your hair from your face and firmly grabbing it. You nodded his head which only caused him to yank your hair and a hiss to escape your lips, “Answer me like a good girl,” He warned, “Needy sluts don’t get to come. Are you a needy slut?” He chastised.

A shiver crept up your spine at his demanding tone, “N-no,” Your voice was hoarse and raw, “I’m a good girl.” You answered, some drool dribbling from the corners of your lips due to his thumb still being in your mouth.

“Yeah?” He asked thrusting deep into you, “You’re my good girl.” He groaned, holding his own release back, “Fuck,” He cursed feeling you throb around him once more, “Come on, come on my cock like a good girl.” He said through gritted teeth.

You allowed your release to wash over you, your lips forming an ‘o’ and a writhed, sobbing as he continued to thrust into you. Your legs trembled when you felt Roger come, spurting inside you. He lazily thrust once, twice, and finally a third time before he pulled out of you and spread your cheeks apart to see your mixture of fluids leaking from your cunt. He let out a content sigh before moving to unstrap your wrists from the spreader bar. He helped you re position your weak, jelly like limbs and left you laying on your stomach in a post orgasm induced haze before he returned to ride you of the mess between your legs. Finally, he unstrapped your legs and helped you roll onto your back, pulling you close into his chest “You feeling all right, dear?” He asked kissing your forehead and reaching out for your hand.

You nodded your head and took his hand in your own. Your wrists were rubbed raw and you lightly winced feeling his calloused fingers lightly brushing over them, “I’m good.” You said sighing sleepily, “It was good.” A lazy smile spread across your lips before you glanced up at Roger, “Are you okay?” you asked matching the concerned tone in his voice.

Roger smiled and looked down at your sleepy face and brushed your hair out of the way, “’Course, you were bloody brilliant.” He said, placing a kiss on your temple and slumped under the covers together; he was always so cuddly afterwards and made sure that you were properly cared. You nestled up close to Roger, feeling comfort in the heat that radiated off his body as he held you close and soon let your exhaustion take over.

[asphalt-cocktail]

#9 masturbation, getting caught w/ Paul McCartney?

Oh you already know how much of a hoe for our boy Paulie I am, so of course! I’m going to go ahead and cross it off, and feel free to request more off the list!