#Its core is too exposed...

[blackwaxidol]

Opened Pokémon X for the first time in nearly a decade specifically so I could check on a Deoxys that my friend at the time traded to me.

It occurred to me now that he must've gotten it from ORAS's Delta Episode, which is very post-game... I'm not sure if it was intended that I kept it but I really don't feel bad for keeping it...

Look at my alien virus from space, isn't it so cutes?

[weeeyotch]

eager to please ღ r.r.

robert reynolds x f!reader

pt.2

synposis: aside from a couple sexual interactions, bob has never really learned how to eat someone out. but he's eager to learn for you.

warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), oral (fem receiving), messy pussy eating, sub/dom dynamics, praise kink, dacryphilia

word count: 1.7k

a/n: bob my beloved

For being the strongest man on Earth, he looks downright nervous.

He can take the force of a thousand bullets without a single scratch and fly at the speed of sound. Shit, he even brought Manhattan to its knees in a matter of minutes.

But here, in front of you? With his large, calloused hands gently resting on your parted thighs like they're sacred?

He's trembling.

"I just. . ." Bob swallowed, a loose curl falling onto his flushed forehead, slick with sweat and nerves. "I watched some videos online and—and I just want to do this right."

You ran a soothing hand through his hair. "You will, baby. I'll teach you how. Just listen to me."

He pouts and nods furiously. It makes your heart ache a little bit. This man could fly you to the next galaxy and pluck the stars out of the sky for you, and he would still believe that he isn't good enough.

Lying half-naked on the bed with your thighs spread comfortably around his warm body, you lean back on your elbows. Bob is still dressed in his cozy forest-green crewneck sweater and cream-colored corduroy pants. You feel rather vulnerable being more exposed than him, but the thought of soaking his clothes with your juices and leaving your mark made you absolutely drip.

There is no doubting he could see how wet your pussy is. He seems too anxious to look directly at it, still wanting to play the perfect gentleman. Instead, he opts to take quick glances and then dart his eyes away before you can catch him staring.

You reach down and intertwine your fingers with his, trying to ground him. He offers you a shy, crooked smile that makes your heart leap. Every instinct in your body is screaming at you to absolutely ruin this man; to make him cry, to make him scream, to turn him into your pliant little play-thing.

But that was for another time.

Tonight, you were teaching him how to worship you like a devoted acolyte at the altar.

"Okay," you murmur, "start with some kisses."

Bob leans down, practically folding himself over you. One of his massive hands snakes around your outer thigh, anchoring him in place as he turns his head inwards. He begins by nuzzling his nose against your inner thigh, breathing in the intoxicating scent of your soft skin. Then, he places a single, hesitant kiss.

And another. And another. And another, until he's trailing soft and reverent kisses all the way up to your core.

Just when he's hovering where you need him the most, mere centimeters away from your dripping cunt, he shifts to the other thigh to continue the exact same ritual. The way he's taking his time, so gentle and focused on doting on you, makes your head spin.

With each kiss, he starts to gain more courage. He brushes higher and higher until—

A sharp gasp escapes you as he finally kisses your center. There was no tongue yet. It was just sweet and tentative, like he was afraid to break you.

"That's good," you breathe. "Keep going. Don't be afraid to get a little messy, baby."

Bob's eyes flick up to you, tears already threatening to spill out while silently begging for permission. You nod.

That's all he needs.

He shifts in closer, parting your puffy lips with two thick fingers. Then, in a sudden burst of courage, he leans in and drags his tongue through you in one long, slow, mind-numbing stroke.

"Ohh—fuck."

He dives back in, repeating the motion. His head moves with growing enthusiasm, curls splaying against your tummy as he buries himself deeper within your thighs. It's sloppy. Unpracticed. But fuck, it feels so unbelievably good.

The way he groans against you is almost animalistic, like your taste shattered something in him and is currently rewiring his brain chemistry.

"Holy shit," he pants, pulling back just enough for air, his chin glistening with your slick. "You taste—fuck. Fuck you taste so good."

Before you can respond, he's back on you, devouring you like a starving man. He experiments with every flick and stroke of his tongue, eyes intently watching you—watching, listening, learning. He hones in on the spots that make your hips jerk or thighs clamp around his head.

Each moan you give him is answered by a deep, guttural sound from his throat, like he's getting off just from pleasing you. It's raw, unfiltered, and so undeniably desperate.

Then he pauses, breath warm and heavy against your skin. Slowly, carefully, he adjusts his position. His thumbs come up to gently pull back your hood, revealing the sensitive bundle of nerves underneath.

And then, ever so lightly, he starts to kitten-lick your clit.

He definitely learned that trick from the dozen of videos he watched for 'educational purposes'.

"Oh god, right there," you gasp, throwing your head back. "Right there. Just like that."

A high-pitched whine escapes him, almost as if he has been waiting his whole life to hear that he's doing a good job. His grip on your thighs tightens as he pulls you impossibly closer. He buries his face even deeper in your pussy, dragging slow and reverent strokes over your clit.

Wet clicking noises fill the air, mixing in with the grunts, pants, and your ragged cries.

You start to grind against his face, chasing that sweet, mounting pleasure in your abdomen. "A-ah—you're so good. Bob, you're doing so good."

He groans again, much louder this time. The vibration against your core makes your legs twitch.

His mouth is eager and deliciously sloppy, tongue flicking experimentally then circling with new precision when he hears your broken moans.

He's learning you inside and out—hungrily, obsessively. Every whimper and desperate cry to God you give him is fuel.

Then, his lips close around your clit and suck.

Your back arches. The sensation is pure electricity; it is magical yet almost painfully overwhelming.

"Fuck! Right there. Don't stop, don't stop."

He would rather die.

His fingers flex on the plush of your thighs to ground himself. This is the tightest he has ever held onto you. He's always worried about hurting you with his strength, opting for feather-light touches that never leave you feeling quite satisfied.

But now?

Now he's undeniably pussy-drunk, and the fear has vanished entirely.

"You're so pretty," he pants in between strokes, his words muffled against your cunt. "I want—to do this—forever. I'll—get better. Let me—make you come. Please."

You're already right there.

With your hips jerking, thighs trembling uncontrollably, and his name spilling out of your mouth like a prayer, you are coming undone. It's the worship in his voice, the way he presses adoring kisses to your clit between licks, and the primal desire he has to be good for you that sends you over the edge.

You wail, clutching his hair as your orgasm crashes over you. Your thighs clamp around him, your juices spilling out all over his lips and chin. He licks it up, greedy and reverent, not daring to waste a single drop.

But he doesn't stop.

Being as inexperienced as he is, he keeps going with the same eagerness and fervor. It helps you to ride out your high, but quickly leaves you feeling overstimulated. A part of you wanted to push through the pain and get lost in the pleasure again. However, that familiar sharp ache in your clit makes you flinch.

You squirm and push his head back. Only then does he finally pull away, eyes glazed over, like he just tasted heaven.

You're still catching your breath, thighs twitching as your body tries to recover from the storm he just dragged you through.

His voice cracks through the silence. Soft. Unsure. Raw.

"Did I do okay?" Bob asks, slowly rising.

You blink, trying to focus your vision on him once again. And fuck, he looks absolutely ruined.

His lips are pink and puffy. Your slick coats his chin and cheeks. His lashes are clumped with moisture, like he cried from overstimulation. Maybe he did.

Your chest aches again with that same devious desire to wreck him. The way he looks at you—like a sinner pleading for salvation—makes you feel like a goddess; divine and beautiful, with his animalistic devotion dripping from every glance.

You sit up on trembling elbows. "You did so good, baby. You were so perfect."

Relief washes over him. That same crooked little smile appears and his shoulders sag with solace.

"I wanna get better," he whispers, eyes flicking down to the damp spot on your bedsheets. "Wanna learn everything you like. Wanna be good for you every time."

That sends a pulse of heat straight through you. You reach out your arms in silent invitation.

He climbs up your body and you grab his jaw to kiss him, tasting yourself on his mouth. You cradle his face as he hovers there. It is sticky and messy, but so painfully intimate.

"My good boy," you whisper against his lips, rubbing your thumbs just underneath his eyes where the tears escaped. "I adore you."

A blush spreads across his cheeks.

He gently lowers his full weight against you and shyly nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You stroke his hair, over and over, slow and calming. Every pass of your hand helps him relax, to feel safe and appreciated.

"You okay?" you ask softly, careful not to disturb his peace.

Bob nods into your skin. "Never been better."

You press a kiss to the crown of his head. "You're trembling."

"Only a little," he admits, arms wrapping around your waist. "Just can't believe I did that."

You lay there for awhile in the quiet afterglow. His breathing eventually evens out but your fingers never stop moving; they stroke his back, lightly scratch at his neck and scalp, and trace soothing circles between his shoulder blades.

Eventually, his voice breaks through the stillness again. It is low and timid.

"When you're ready. . ." he begins.

You hum, eyes still closed. "Yeah?"

There's a pause. Then, you can feel a bashful grin growing against your neck.

"Could you try sitting on my face?"

[nanaslutt]

At your mercy

ʚ pairing: sylus x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, switch!sylus & reader, “good boy” kink, dirty talk, teasing, restraints, riding, masturbation, finger sucking, nipple play

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“So…” You drawl, prowling around Sylus like a predator. He’s strapped to a chair, his arms bound behind his back while his legs are secured around the legs of the chair, spread wide. “How does it feel to be the one tied up and at my mercy?” Your foot presses between his spread legs, and his hips leave the chair as he scoots down, giving you more access between them.

Tilting his head back, his crimson gaze rakes down the length of your leg hungrily. “I’m at your mercy now?” He hums a thoughtful sound, gaze laser focused on your heel clad foot that slowly inches towards the bulge between his thighs. “Have you thought to consider I’m allowing myself to be at your mercy?”

Narrowing your eyes, you place your foot back on the ground and stand between his legs. You reach out to touch his chest, finger trailing from the column of his pale neck to where the first button of his shirt is undone. He gasps. “You do look like someone who is awfully willing to submit, right now.”

He laughs, but it sounds breathy when you teasing undo the buttons down his torso. Each scrape of your nails against sensitive skin makes his breath hitch. “Perhaps I’m being so still because the look on your face is too sweet to ruin. You look awfully confident right now, kitten.” 

You hum, peeling open his shirt and pulling it out from where it’s tucked into his pants. It flares out, exposing his impossibly defined abs, and a chest that is rising and falling too quickly, betraying his calm demeanor. But you could tell his impatience from the bulge in his pants as well–and from how he was spreading his legs wider, he wasn’t ashamed of his reaction. “Having the leader of Onychinus like this…”

A half sigh half grumble vibrates in his throat when you undo the belt around his hips, clanking noisily in his quiet room, save for the soft music playing on vinyl in the background. “Heady? Your cheeks are flushed.”

His hips raise when you slide the belt through the loops, gathering it in your hands before discarding it to the floor. “You should see yourself.” He watches with rapt attention as you lean in and brush a finger over his pert nipple. He gasps at the featherlight touch, abdomen clenching. “You’re even red here.”

Sylus grunts, and the excitement in his pants twitches hard enough to be shown through his dark pants. With each touch, his eyes grow more lidded, until he almost looks tired, but you know he’s anything but. 

Flicking your finger over his nipple for the last time, he grunts and jerks against his restraints when you pull away. “Sensitive?” You ask.

His smirk is dizzying. “I enjoy everything you do to me.”

With a mischievous look on your face, you wrap your arms around his waist and settle into his lap. His reaction is immediate. His deep groan finds its way to your core, making you clench around nothing. You can feel him so clearly under you, throbbing and twitching like crazy.

Lust filled eyes meet yours. “Getting excited? I thought this was supposed to be torturous for me?” He gasps, lips parting when you roll your hips against his bulge, trying not to show how much it affects you.

“So this isn’t? Me grinding on you like this, knowing we're so close, yet so far…” You lean in and lower your voice, speaking against the shell of his ear. “Knowing I’m dripping for you and you can do nothing about it, because I am in control… That isn’t torturous?”

When he doesn’t respond, you pull back and smile at the drunk look on his face. All teasing is gone, the look he gives you is almost scary, intimidating, and if he wasn’t restrained, you might have lost confidence. But you were in charge, so he could stare at you with pleading looks filled with dark promises all he wanted.

He parts his lips when you lean in, expecting a kiss, but you divert to his neck instead, laying kiss after kiss in his most sensitive points. He groans, and you can feel the vibrations pressed against you. His hips thrust upwards, and it feels too good to reprimand him verbally, so you instead sink your teeth into his skin. 

His reaction is immediate. He laughs through a groan, biceps straining when he struggles. “So rough, kitten.” He thrusts his hip upwards again, and you respond with another bite. He grunts, gasping heavily. “So that’s it, this is my punishment for being greedy.”

Pulling away, your lips feel swollen when you look down at him. “And you’re not being a very good boy.” He groans at the name, and something inside your head clicks open and malfunctions. 

Sylus. The leader of Onychinus, just moaned at being called a good boy.

“You moved on purpose because you wanted me to bite you, didn’t you?” You ignored the feeling of losing control in your mind, pretending to have composure and not give away that you had probably soaked through your panties.

Sylus cocks his head to the side, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Pinching his chin, you tilt his head upwards, fingers finding his neglected nipple at the same time. His stuttered, deep groan and half eye roll nearly makes you cum. “Good boy’s don't lie, Sylus.”

He smiles, and he looks ruined. “Then punish me. I’ve been bad.”

It took an insurmountable amount of strength not to whip his dick out and sit on it in one go. He had to be punished first.

He groaned when you slid off his lap, purposefully pressing down on him while you did. Then, you dropped to your knees and parted his thighs. “Careful kitten, you don’t look like you’re getting ready to punish me down there.”

You smiled, not diverting your eyes away even while your fingers found his fly and unzipped it. His legs twitched. You pulled his slacks down a few inches, with his help of him raising his hips. They sat low on his ass, giving you just enough room to pull him out. But not before a little teasing.

You ran your fingers along the soft white hairs on his pelvis, dangerously closed to the half slack-half boxer covered monster in his pants. He thrust upwards, and you retaliated by pinching what little fat he had on the side of his hips, making his cock twitch.

“Pinching now?” He gasped, the deep baritone of his voice growing more gravely with his arousal.

You ran your hands up and down his muscled thighs, occasionally teasing his pelvis with your nails. “Down here didn’t seem to hate it so much.” Pressing the points of your nails against his naval, you scratched down his skin with little force, enough to leave red marks on his pale skin. His gasp was loud, followed by smaller grunts and heavy breathing. “Yeah, I don’t think you hate pain at all.”

He laughed at that, the sound expensive and rich. “I told you once before, kitten, I like everything you do to me. Scratch me, bite me, tease me, do whatever you want with me.”

Eyes on his, you dipped your fingers under the band of his boxers and grabbed the base of his cock. He inhaled sharply, like he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs fast enough. “Even if I don’t put this inside me tonight?”

His eyes flickered to your hand that pulled him out of his boxers, pants still on his waist. He looked good like this, half dressed and disheveled, with a drunk expression. “I’m not worried about that.” He replied confidently.

When you released him, he throbbed repeatedly, pearls of pre-cum beading on his tip before dripping onto his pants, leaving a sticky mess. “So confident.” Laying your head on his thigh just inches from his length. You caress his cock starting from the underside with a single finger, drawing it upwards until you reach the wet tip.

Sylus is breathing noisily now, chest rising quickly with his suppressed moans. His bottom lip gets pulled between his teeth when you rub his wetness around the head. “Does this feel good, Sylus?”

He smiles, and it’s a beautiful thing. “Very good, kitten. Your fingers are so soft.” His heavy arousal bobs in front of you when you continue to collect his wetness on your fingers. 

Pulling away, you sit back on your ass and spread your thighs, rubbing his pre together on the tips of your fingers. Sylus continues to spill on his pants, breathing heavily as he watches you. “What are you doing, sweetie?”

“You said my fingers were soft, I wanted to see for myself.” His lips part when you lift your dress and expose your panty-clad pussy to him, which is of course, soaked. You lift the band and slide your fingers in, not moving the fabric so he can see.

You groan in unison when you rub his mess around on your clit. Sylus struggles more now, looking pained to watch you touch yourself in front of him. 

You gasp, running your fingers through your folds, spreading your legs to give him no real view. “You were right, s–so soft.”

His eyes are glued to your cunt, biceps bulge with his incessant pulling at his restraints, and the pool of cum on his pants is now so big it looks like he already came all over himself. “I have much, much more where that came from, sweetie.” He purrs.

You dip your fingers inside, and he moans watching you, even if his view is muted through the fabric. “Fuck.”

“I could fill you with me.” He says, groaning though you don’t miss the plea in his tone. “Anything you want.” He says, before shaking his head. “I know it wants to feel me, such a hot little thing, begging for me to fill it.”

You gasp, plunging two fingers in and out of yourself. “Sylus.”

Sylus’s gasps are stuttered. “Yes, kitten, let me help you. Use me. Sit on me and take everything I have to give.”

You open your eyes and meet his gaze, realizing you probably look as needy as him now. 

He doesn’t look cocky when you pull your fingers out, though his fingers do lock onto them. He doesn’t even look triumphant when you spread your thighs around his hips and grip his base, pressing his soaked tip against your equally soaked entrance.

“What do you want?” You ask, gripping his cheeks with the hand you were masterbating with.

He grunts as you rub his tip through your folds, using him to rub your clit. “I want you to use me.”

You notch his head at your hole. “That’s it? Even if I finish before you and decide I don’t want your release? You'll take it?”

He nods, throat bobbing as he stares at your lips like a man starved. “Yes.” His voice is all gravel. “Use me.”

So you do.

Sliding onto him is bliss and agony, blending and swirling into pure relief in your gut. Sylus groans with you as you take him all at once, until you're seated on the mess of his pants. You don't spare a second before you hook your ankles on his thighs and start bouncing.

“Good boy,” you sigh, mess covered fingers slipping into his mouth. Sylus smiles around them before sucking, cleaning your fingers.

You impale yourself onto him over and over again, loving how good it hurts, loving how deep he fills you in his position. Your eyes roll back in your head and your head falls back. One hand steadies on his shoulder while the other pushes deeper into his mouth. He doesn’t even gag when you hit the back of his throat, but his eyes do water.

Yanking your fingers out, they’re sloppier than they were before, but Sylus has a big stupid grin on his face that wasn’t there before. “I could drown in you while you devour me.” Crimson eyes caress your face the way his hands would. “You look so beautiful taking what you need, what you deserve.”

“And what’s that?” You gasp, fingers finding your clit and rubbing hastily when his cock repeatedly thrusts into that sweet spot in your inner walls.

He leans in and whispers against your lips. “Everything.” Then, his mouth is on yours, and you devour each other. It’s a battle for dominance, one neither is winning nor losing, but its so aggressive and feral and needy, and you fucking love it.

His and your sounds slip from the cracks of your kiss, and the wetness on his thighs only makes you get there even faster.

Blindly reaching behind you, you dip your hand into his boxers and find his balls, pulling them out with his cock you cradle them in your hand. Sylus breaks from the kiss to hiss through his teeth.

You grab his jaw. “Bad boy, did I say you could stop kissing me?” He shakes his head, a proud expression on his face, lips curling up at the sides. “You said you would give me everything.” You whisper against him, rocking your hips in a wavelike motion, stoking that fire low in your stomach. “And you’re going to give it to me.”

Sylus nods, “Yes ma’am.” He huskily grunts, before taking your lips once more. The kiss is louder and more urgent than before, and saliva spills from your lips.

Rolling his balls in your hand, they quickly become wet with the two of you dripping from where you’re connected. With your finger between you and your hand on his neck, it doesn’t take much longer before you're tipping over the edge.

“Sylus!” You gasp, “H-help me.” 

You start to shake, orgasming around his cock, and he grunts, balls falling from your hands as you wrap your arms around his neck and let him fuck you through your orgasm.

“Can I cum?” He groans, hips losing their rhythm. “I need to stop now if I can’t cum.”

You shake your head, twitching and writhing from the prolonged high as his thrusts get rougher and rougher. “Give me it. Give me everything you have.”

His moans hitch, and a loud snapping sound makes you flinch. His arms are around you then, and hes using the leverage to lift you up and down as he fucks his cum inside you. His thrusts are sloppy and mean as he jerks and twitches wildly, fucking his orgasm as deep as he can inside you.

The two of you are holding each other tightly when he comes down. His thighs shake violently under you, and you can feel his cock throb inside you, softening with his released load.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” He whispers into your hair. You nod, nails digging into his back, and he grunts. “I hope you’re satisfied, because I think I really did give you everything just then.”

You laugh before pulling back, locking your legs around his waist. You both gasp when his cock jolts inside you. “Maybe I should, after all, you did break your restraints.” You raise an eyebrow at him with mock irritation.

He simply smiles, caressing stray hair from your face before tucking it behind your ear. “Do what you want with me, but don’t be surprised when you ring me out again and I’m dry.”

That makes you snort. “Would it hurt? To cum like that?” He goes to answer and you press your fingers to his lips. “I almost forgot about your fondness for pain.”

His laugh is deep, and it warms not only your heart but your entire body. Then, he leans back and gestures to his body. “As you wish.”

You laugh, falling into his chest as his humor blends with yours. You hold each other like that until the ache between your legs from him is too much, and he lifts you off.

[monstersholygrail]

Get Mad

Wolf Hybrid bf x Puppy fem!reader || light spank, grinding, wild sex

“Get mad.”

Your Wolf Hybrid bf demands as you both stand in front of your bedroom vanity. When you had asked him to help you, a sweet Puppy Hybrid, toughen up, you had kinda expected him to laugh in your face. And he did. Burst out laughing in fact. But you hadn’t expected him to then grab your arm in that gentle but firm grip of his and drag you to your vanity.

With all the strength you could manage you scrunch your face up, hold out your claws, and try and give the mirror a mean growl. Of course, it didn’t look too intimidating with your fluffy little tail wagging to show off your happiness.

Your bf wasn’t all that impressed either, ears pointed forward stiffly and fixing you with a hard stare. He motions to the mirror again.

“Get. Mad!”

You don’t waste a second this time, twisting your features up even further, your nose wrinkling, and your lips curling back as you give the mirror an even tougher growl. Swatting half-heartedly at your reflecting with your claws.

“I said get mad!”

His chilling growl registers a second before a harsh ‘CRACK’ rings throughout the air. The pain on your ass blooms a second after that yet it still takes you a moment to realize— that bastard just spanked you!

Without a second thought you whip around to face him, a genuine growl rumbling from your throat. Your tail tucked between your legs. It honestly shocks him, even catching onto the way your body just barely shakes with unrestrained fury.

Still, when he grabs your plush hips to plop you down on the vanity and you go to snap your jaw at his hands, he can’t help but laugh. Even when scary you’re just too cute.

His hands find your ass and drag you to the edge of the vanity. Your face instantly drops when you feel his straining bulge pressing up against his gym shorts. He notices instantly a smirk curls on his lip.

“What happened, ma? Where’d all that anger go?”

The way he purrs his words has you whimpering already. With that deep chuckle of his he continues to tease you, rocking his hips and rubbing against you. The heat of your core seeps through the layers of your clothes and drives him wild.

“Not even gonna fight for what you want? Just expect me to give it to ya?”

Your jaw drops in a shaky gasp as he leans back enough to quickly slip off your pants and expose your glistening lips to the cold air. He groans long and low at the sight, his hips bucking closer to you.

He doesn’t look away from your pretty cunt for a second and he shuffles down his shorts just enough for his thick got to spring from its confines and smack against his stomach. A droplet of pre smearing against his abs. Your cunt flutters around nothing from that alone and your bfs eyes nearly roll back. A short snarl builds from his chest with frustration.

“You know y’re lucky I spoil you rotten— else I wouldn’t give you this dick ‘less ya begged for it.”

Then he’s sinking deep inside your tight heat with one smooth stroke, causing you to choke on air. And of course he doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, fucking into you like a man possessed. Growling under his breath as your cunt squeezes him so fucking tightly.

He fucks you dumb as he slams his length to the hilt with every thrust. Each time his tip brushes against that special spot inside you another though flies out of your head. His arms wrap around you, holding you up and helping you meet each brutal slam of his hips.

“C-c’mon, mmph— fuck yes— show me you can get mad, baby. Take your pleasure, use my cock, that’s it.”

A flurry of praises spill from his lips as he jackhammers into your cunt with such wild abandon that the vanity shakes beneath you, the wood nearly threatening to snap in half. It wouldn’t be the first time. You have no strength to hold back any of the moans that pour out of you, the pleasure so intense you can barely handle it. All of it focusing on rocking back into his thrusts.

His words spur you on, fuel you, and with a burst of energy you dig your heels into his ass and force his cock even deeper inside your scorching walls. The new angle causing his angry swollen tip to kiss your cervix as your bodies smack against each other over and over again.

You work yourself on his girth with a special kind of madness as you use him just how you need to feel good. He reads your mind and listens to your body effortlessly. And when that cord snaps you have one of the best orgasms of your entire life, pleasure buzzing through you and shooting straight to your core.

He works you through your orgasm, never stopping in his relentless pace even as you’re shaking and sucking him back in, practically strangers his cock. Then with a furious growl he slides his length in to the hilt, grinding against your puffy clit, and fills you up with spurt after spurt of his cum.

The two of you are left panting once your orgasms start to ebb away. A playful grin on your bf’s face as he sees just how fucked out you are. He leans in and tenderly presses a kiss to your temple.

“Now gimme a lil growl.”

You do your best despite not even having caught your breath yet. Giving him your weakest growl yet. But instead of teasing you about it he just chuckles under his breath and swoops down to kiss your lips this time. A silent praise for trying your best.

It’s alright. He can be plenty intimidating enough for the both of you.

[meowrimo]

˖˙ ꔫ — TO HOLD, TO DEVOUR

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : you and kuroo have been dating for awhile but now it’s time to take it to the next step. but first, kuroo has a secret to share.

꒰ contents ꒱ : MDNI. kuroo tetsuro x reader ; virginity loss (kuroo), reader guides him through it, kuroo is a quicker learner, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (sweetheart)— WC : 2.2k

Kuroo Tetsuro was a virgin.

It was surprising, to say the least. The sultry sentences that easily flowed from his sensual tongue that always held an air of confidence had fooled you into believing he was a man who had a lot of experience. 

But after awhile, the more intimate things became, the more the words started thinning out and that silver tongue of his lost its sparkle.

Now fully seated in his lap, half clothed and full of want — he falters.

“What is it?” You pull back, tilting your head a little. The blush that once dusted along his cheekbones has spread throughout his body, his chest a fiery pink that you couldn’t help but run your fingers along, trying to soothe the burn with your electrifying touch.

Kuroo’s breath hitches at the contact, his torso rising and falling unsteadily with a distinctive sheen of desire over it. His swollen lips were painted red with passion, kiss bitten and practically begging to be consumed once again. 

The slightly shaky hands he had gripped along your hips dug deeper into the flesh there, nails sinking in to claim every inch of you, leaving crescent moons in it’s wake. 

Unintentionally, he pulls you onto him more, feeling the effects of his arousal throb against your thigh, the heavy press of his cock nestling between your covered core. The sensation makes him shiver, involuntarily pushing his hips up a little more to chase the heat, stuttering at the friction.

“I’ve never done this before.” No teasing lilts, no killer smirk. For the first time you were faced with an entirely vulnerable Kuroo — a man who you did not have the pleasure of knowing but the thrill of discovering him shot down your spine as a new warmth blossoms in your lower abdomen.

“Do you want to?” You try to keep your eagerness down but the thought of being Kuroo’s first was all too exciting. Getting to touch him where no one else has, staking your claim along his body and branding it as his first. The one he will never forget, the one he already hopes will be his last.

“Yes.” He breathes out. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his willingness but you swore you could see some self doubt work his way through his head and shine out of his pretty amber eyes — a brief deer in the headlights before morphing back into the darkened gaze of a panther ready to pounce.

“Want me to show you?” The hands that were resting on his exposed chest slowly slid down, barely slipping under the waistband of his pants. Kuroo lets out a soft gasp, eyes flickering down as you tease him, pants tightening that much more. 

“Yes.” A sudden burst of strength shot through him, a spike of confidence as his desire overpowered his nerves. The moment your fingers wrap themselves around his length, he bucks into your fist — a faint, yet needy sound slipping past his lips. “Yes, please.”

You lean in briefly, brushing your lips against his as you steal the breath from his lungs, spinning around all of the thoughts in his head. All too soon, you pull back, running your thumb along his tip.

“First, we have to help each other out a little bit.” Your voice was level, soft. something he could hone in on and sink his teeth into, listening to every word you had to say. Wide lust blown pools of amber flitting from your eyes to your heaving chest, to where your fist closed around his pulsing cock. “Take off my clothes, Tetsu.”

His cock jumped at the way you breathed his name out. The hands that were securely pressed into your hips fold in, fingers dragging along your skin and hooking under the loose shorts you had on. Deftly, he slips them down as you ease up a little to let him fully tear them off. 

“Wow.” A gust of air left Kuroo’s lungs as he looked at your cunt, fingers already reaching toward it. The two of you have never gotten this far together and he was more than eager to learn how to please you. Slowly, he runs a digit along your folds. “You’re already so wet.”

Curiosity strikes him, plunging his finger into your depths, causing you to let out a soft gasp. The sound went straight to his cock, somehow making him even harder than he was before. If he didn’t sink into you soon, he’s sure he would burst just at the way you clench around his knuckle.

“Tell me what you feel.” You encourage him, your wrist flicking, squeezing along his tip and earning you another one of his delicious groans. But it wasn’t enough, even bucking into your fist didn’t bring him the relief he craved, the kind he’s never tasted before in his life.

“So warm and tight.” Kuroo slowly thrusts his finger in, memorizing how your walls constrict around his digit. The way you were clamping it sent his mind reeling, boiling down to one question that barely slipped past his lips. “You sure i’ll be able to fit? Seems like it’ll be a stretch.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Your hand speeds up a bit, Kuroo’s forehead falling against your chest as he tries to stop panting. The room was getting too hot, the remaining clothes he had on were far too constricting for him. “When we get there, you’ll see.”

A part of you wondered if you should finish him off quickly so maybe he’d last longer once he’s finally inside of you. But the thought was quickly dismissed by the guttural groan he let out. Having him come deep in your cunt for the first time would be worth it.

While his fingers work you open, your hand retreats from his cock. Kuroo stopped his motions, looking up at you with a slight pout on his face, need surfacing in his eyes and clouding it with a dark desire. 

“Why’d you stop?” His shaky, unsteady breath hit your skin, his other hand tightening around your hip, needing something to ground him. Desire bubbled up within him and he was moments away from having it boil over.

“Because I want you to fuck me now.” With that, you carefully slide his pants off so they pool around his ankles. Kuroo’s breath hitched as the cool air met his newly exposed skin. 

“Fuck.” Kuroo muttered, letting you do what you needed to do. Reluctantly, he slid his finger out of your cunt, bringing the digit up to his mouth to get a proper taste. He all but moans in delight, eyes on you as he awaits your next move.

Gently, you push him so his back sinks into the couch cushion, straddling him properly so his desperately reddened cock laid on his stomach.

“Almost there.” You glide over his length, spreading your arousal all over him as you simulate riding him. nestled between your folds, you can feel him pulse with need. “You’re doing so well.”

Kuroo let out what could be described as a whine, the praise caused his eyes to flutter shut for a moment, hips jerking up against your core.

Before you slide down, you swirl his tip around your entrance one last time. Your nails dig into his shoulders as your cunt starts to envelope his cock. It was as if he was carving his way through, the stretch sending jolts throughout your body. 

Never in your life have you felt something fill you up so well. Your thighs tremble as you try to steady yourself, baring the sting in favor of Kuroo’s pleasure.

And the saccharine sound that left your lover's lips had you freezing, eyes snapping to his. The look on his face was a new sight — so blissed out, so vulnerable.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be so sensitive, Tetsu.” You coo in his ear as he tries to hold himself back, keeping the rest of those sweet sounds stored behind his wall of pride. Something that was already cracking at the seams.

“Don’t-“ Kuroo gasped, his head falling back onto the couch, bangs barely covering the desperate look in his eyes. “Don’t — hah, don’t fuckin’ move. Please.”

The sight before you was too good to pass up, so you listen. Mercifully letting him get used to the feeling as he splits you open. The subtle throb of his cock only enhanced how full you felt, the pressure starting to get to you.

“My my,” You coo down at him. “I’ve never seen Kuroo Tetsuro so lost for words.”

His dick twitched in you at the tease so you squeeze back in retaliation.

“Haah — just give me a minute sweetheart, I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” The man sounded absolutely breathless, all of the air sucked out of his lungs from the way you enveloped him. “Just can’t help it, you just feel too good, so so good.”

“Wanna feel even better?” To further your point, you clench around him again, hands running along his chest as the pads of your finger glaze over his nipple.

“Please.” Kuroo hastily sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, pressing down and doing what he can to steady himself for what’s to come. 

As soon as the plea rolled off his tongue, you start to move your hips. The pace you set was languid, taking your time as you dragged out each motion. The way his cock slowly slid out of you, your walls clenching around and all but begging for him to stay in place — only for you to drop back down.

It wasn’t often you were in a position to tease Kuroo Tetsuro, and far be it for you to pass up an opportunity like this. The slower, the better as his mind slowly descends into a haze of desire.

“Need more.” He groans, his voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. His eyes glued to where the two of you connect, watching as your essence coats his cock every time you sit back up. You pay him no mind as he struggles on the couch, squirming for more friction. “Baby, please.”

Even the pet name doesn’t phase you, not when he already looked so fucked out. How was it possible for someone to look so good while looking so pitiful, so at your mercy. 

The inescapable need that fueled through his veins was working overtime and your pointed ignorance was the catalyst he needed to set off.

Gripping onto your plush backside, Kuroo starts to chase what he wants. Ever the determined man, he thrusts up into you stealing all the control you once held in the palm of your hand.

“Tetsu— !” You gasp, falling forward, clutching onto him as he sets an unsteady pace. 

“You feel too good.” Half lidded eyes meet yours, his jaw slack and losing all function beyond saying your name like a prayer. A litany of pleasurable sounds tumble out after it — a moan, a groan, even a whimper from the way your walls clutch onto him. “‘M not going to last long.”

“It’s okay,” You reach for his hand and bring it directly to your clit. The contact had you jolting forward, something that did not go unnoticed by Kuroo. His thumb experimentally circles around the nub, captivated at the way it slowly unravels you. “Oh-“

“Yeah? That feel good?” Kuroo asks. A switch flipped in his mind and the pleasure he was after turns into a new chase. One that involved having you come undone around him, earning your praise as much as he could. The only thing that was screaming in his head was that he needed to take care of you just like you were taking care of him. “Huh? Need you to use your words.”

“Yes!” You mewl, “Feels so good, Tetsu. I swear I can feel you here.” 

To prove your point, your hand splays along your stomach and he groans, driving up into your harder as electricity shoots down his spine.

“Yeah? I want you to feel me here.” His lips brush over the cusp of your breast, right where your beating heart was racing to be with him. The act mixed with his relentless thumb has you clamping around his cock, moaning out as you come undone. 

Kuroo’s hips stutter in surprise, pumping in once, twice more before spilling into you, his teeth grazing along your skin but not quite ready to sink themselves in yet.

The room was silent, spare for the joint battle of catching your breath. Kuroo’s eyes never leave yours, his hands trailing along your dewy sides, helping your body come down from its high. 

“So?” You ask breathlessly. Kuroo smirks, flipping you so you’re under him, sprawled out on the couch. His lithe fingers collect some of the mix of your essence, before pushing it back in. “Tets—“

“Sorry.” Although there wasn’t an ounce of guilt in his touch as his palm smooths along your thigh before he lowers himself onto you, pinning you down. You can feel his length harden against your skin, his tip already prodding your entrance once again. “But we’re gonna have to do that again.”

[zevrra]

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

synop: (this is the final part to this series) ; you somehow manage to take on both viktor and jayce inside the lab.

wc: 2k

includes: smüt(ns//fw), fem!reader, threësome, fïngering, ëdging, v peneträtion, double v peneträtion, semi-public sëx, dirty talk

extra: make sure to read part 1 & 2 as well!! thank you all for the love and support on this <33

“shit.” jayce groans at the sight of you. neither he nor viktor could argue against your wishes when you looked so damn good like that, begging for them both. you watch as both of them blush a soft red before both nodded in agreement. “it’ll take some…time.” jayce adds with a slight gesture to his own twitching cöck; pride and worry in his tone.

but none of that mattered. you said what you said and you’d live up to it. “don’t care. i want you both.”

and he wasn’t kidding when he said it would take some time.

after what feels like an eternity of jayce fingering you, stretching you out, drawing you closer and closer to a second orgasm only to rip his fingers away from you, you’re beginning to fear you might lose your mind. you sit in his lap, as he’s returned to sitting on top of the desk, with your legs spread open wide for all to see. and if you were in any other state of mind, you might have been a little embarrassed about being so exposed. but not now, now you were simply dumbed down with pleasure as jayce’s hand sneaks its way back to your aching pussy.

“no more.” you weep, tensing up as his fingers press back into your core. he easily slides three fingers clean up until the second knuckle inside of you.

“sorry pretty, gotta make sure you can take us both.” jayce mumbles softly into your hair, almost apologetically but he’s not really that sorry. he’s not sorry at all, especially when his fingers slip oh-so-easily inside of you and the noises he forces out of you and your soaking cunt. listening to you moan while your core makes the most embarrassing, wet noises; oh no it turned him and viktor on extremely.

viktor stands between your thighs then, kissing the top of your head as he presses two of his own fingers inside you, sliding right up against jayce’s fingers and stretching you even further. “you were the one who begged for both of us, weren’t you?” vik hums in a teasing tone, a smile on his face. he flexes his fingers inside of you, just about the same time jayce does and it would have pissed you off how in sync they were but the mind numbing pleasure shut you up far too quickly.

“just a little more.” jayce encourages sweetly, placing a kiss against your head.

you whine in response to both of them, panting heavily as their fingers begin to work faster inside of you. they both finger you in turn, matching each other’s pace effortlessly, as they stretch you more and more. jayce’s fingers push deep, viktor’s pulls out, jayce slips his fingers out, viktor pushes his right back in. back and forth they work on your cunt until you’re growing hotter. lava burns in your lower abdomen and in your thighs and it makes you fidget against jayce’s lap. you whine at the tight feeling at your core, begging for any kind of release. and as the tightness grows closer and closer, you get louder and louder with each press of the fingers inside of you. the threat of coming again makes your toes curl, back arching, fingers gripping into the closest arm you can grab onto as your orgasm burns in your lower half.

but just like the several times before, the two men remove their fingers just at the last second. your orgasm threatens to break open the floodgates but is quickly retreating at the loss of stimulation and the edging leaves you gasping while tears cling to your eyelashes. “‘ts enough! i can’t take it anymore!” you plead.

jayce returns to placing soft kisses wherever he can reach while his hands smooth along your arms and the rest of your body. “you did amazing.” he praises, adjusting your body as he speaks, so now you can fully lean your weight back against him. hands sliding under your thighs and keeping your legs open for the next part to come. “viktor, give her what she wants.“

you could almost weep at his words but instead you nod as quickly as you can. “please.”

“mhm darling.” viktor softly hums in response to your begging. one of his hands presses against jayce’s knee as he angles himself right up against your core. his other hand wraps around his overly aching cock, giving it a swift tug with a low groan, before he’s pressing forward. the tip of his pink head slides easily against your wet cunt; and he slides even easier inside of your waiting body.

you tighten at the intrusion but quickly welcome it as viktor bottoms out. his hips press against your own as he slips his cock all the way inside you, reaching deeper than their fingers could have and it makes you cry with relief. “yes! god, yes.” you groan as you take all of viktor with ease.

who in turn mimics your groan at the warmth wrapped around him. he braces himself completely down onto jayce’s thighs now, forcing himself to still for a moment. “shit...” viktor comments with a whine before he slowly pulls out, his pretty eyes never leaving where the two of you connect, staring as he disappears once again inside of you. and he whimpers when he bottoms out for the second time.

you can’t help but chuckle a little at his fixation on your bodies meshing together. you reach with a gentle hand and caress the side of his face and he melts into your touch, glancing up at you while his hips begin to move ever so slightly. “you ok?” you ask sweetly, thumb rubbing across the high of his cheekbone.

“i am better than okay.” viktor replies with a small smile. the pupils of his eyes are wide upon looking up at your mutually red face and you manage a weak smile right back at him.

“c’mere. you’re making me feel so good.” you hum and your words make his hips stutter. he moves just a little faster, leaning forward with your guiding hand to allow both of you to kiss. and you kiss him oh so sweetly. your tongue running across his bottom lip and he gladly matches your movement while he keeps his pace thrusting inside of you.

jayce bites down on your shoulder, not to hurt you or anything, just to get your attention as you and viktor share a heated kiss. “don’t forget about me…” he mutters, pouting as he shifts his hips to press his own angry red head against your body.

you gasp softly at the thick of his tip pressing into your skin, causing you to briefly break the kiss with viktor to glance over your shoulder at the pouting man. “well, come on then. make me feel good too.” you tell jayce and it’s all he needs to hear before his hand slips from the back of your thigh to wrap around his thick cock, pressing the head right up against where viktor steadily fucks into you. you return to kissing viktor, eating up every whimper and groan the other man lets loose into your mouth.

jayce times everything else perfectly. as viktor pulls out, jayce rushes inside. his thick cock spears you deeper than vik’s had and you hate to say it but thank fuck for all the prepping jayce had insisted on. he slips deep inside and before you can fully adjust to his size alone, viktor is slipping himself right back inside of you; right next to jayce.

to say you’re stuffed full is an understatement. they both sit deep inside of you, moving just enough to continue to stretch you further now that they’ve managed to fit inside. you can’t help but cry into vik’s mouth, and it’s his turn to eat up every noise you make. and just like with their fingers before, the two fall into a perfect rhythm. viktor dives in, jayce slips out, viktor presses back inside; the combo leaves you breathless.

jayce’s hands return to your thighs as he ruts inside of you, messy but he makes up for it with his girth while viktor places perfectly angled thrusts into every sensitive bit inside your throbbing pussy. you break the kiss with a sharp cry as the two continue, hearing vik whimper at how much tighter you must feel now. meanwhile jay is in your ear grunting harshly with each thrust. “fuck.” he groans, hips never faltering as pleasure takes hold of him while he slips and slides right up against viktor. his nose digs into the crook of your neck and he practically pants against you, fingers tightening on your thighs.

you can’t even respond. words are nonexistent to you anymore as you’re split in half with both men fucking you; and all you can do is weep with pleasure. your orgasm is quick to build up again, it doesn’t take much now anyway, as the burn returns inside of your lower half. viktor presses his head against your other shoulder and somehow the two know to turn and place kisses against your throat. you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow but would need a damn turtleneck at this point too…you can’t complain though.

“going to…” viktor whispers against your neck and you nod in agreement. you were also getting closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm too.

doesn’t help when jayce suddenly ups his speed and deepens his thrusts, throwing both you and viktor into a spiraling mess. “j-jayce!” you cry, his fingers tightening again against your thighs as he practically piledrives inside of you, wildly thrusting against viktor as well.

“can’t last.” jayce grunts, burying his nose as deep as he can into your neck once more. “finish together.” he adds with a deep groan.

viktor is the first to lose himself. he slips out, whimpering, thrusting into his hand to finish himself off across your hip. you, mere seconds after vik, finish with jayce still pounding into you. he fucks you through your orgasm as it crashes down on you like a wave. you try to form any semblance of words but nothing slips past your lips besides pathetic whines. and with you squeezing tight around jayce through your much needed orgasm, it brings him into his own. his hips stutter harshly a few more times inside your spent pussy before he’s slipping out of you, quickly fucking the rest of his climax out against his hand, roping every last drop out onto your thigh and hip.

after his finish, all three of you return to mostly silence then, the lab being filled with nothing but your shared heavy breaths in the wake of your orgasms. you slump against jayce as viktor leans against you, running a hand to smooth through viktor’s hair as you all try and collect yourselves. and to think this all happened because you were too impatient to wait for nightfall. the thought put a small smile on your lips.

“gods. i need a shower.” you cut through the silence, smiling fondly as both jayce and viktor manage weak laughs. “but i don’t think i’ll be walking for a little while.” you add as you semi stretch out along jayce’s strong lap, soreness already settling into your hips.

as if sudden dots are connected, both men realize that they’ve completely—for lack of better words—soiled you; covered in their sticky mess during the midst of their highs. viktor scrambles to find something to clean you up with as jayce shifts and adjusts you onto the desk he previously had been sitting on to help in the search with viktor. shamefully, they come up with nothing besides jayce’s large shirt and he tries cleaning you up the best he can with it.

meanwhile, you try your best not to laugh as he forfeits up his clothes, staining his shirt with the mess he and viktor shared. you watch with soft eyes as jayce cleans you up while vik dresses himself, handing you jayce’s jacket to semi cover yourself with. “next time…let’s use a bed. and be closer to a proper bath.” you hum ’innocently’.

with both men staring at you with shocked faces, you’re unable to hold back anymore; you break out into laughter as viktor and jayce both chirp a surprise; “next time?“

[studiogrimm810]

It Ends With Him

// Jackson!Joel Miller x you

summary: you’re alone. you’ve lost everything and you don’t even know how you can continue to go on without your son anymore. just as you accept your inevitable fate, an old companion finds you and and gives you a new purpose // 1.4k // base content: grief, child loss, thoughts of giving up, hypothermia, you and joel are more than friends, you knew joel from before the outbreak.

A/N: hello!! this is my first ‘joel x’ fic and i reeeeally wanna do more!! feel free to send in requests. you can check out some of my other fandom work on my page :]

The shelves were picked clean long before your arrival, you knew not to expect much, but you were really starting to lose hope of finding anything at this point.

You had been on your own for too long now, starting to see things in the shadows that weren’t clickers and hearing his voice just as you closed your eyes to rest.

Hope was fleeting fast from your veins.

The icy winter air raked over your exposed skin like shards of glass and you were honestly surprised at one point when you found no blood in its wake. Your joints ache from constant trek through the ocean of snow coating the dense skeleton of once flourishing flora.

Just a few more steps…

The words echoed around your skull, the same things you told him when all hell broke loose at the QZ all those years ago. It didn’t work for him so how could you be selfish enough to think it would work for you now?

You don’t know what fueled your mindless footsteps as you continued to hike through the snow, it’s not like you had anything to live for at this point, but whatever it was it wasn’t patient.

It ignored your feet that felt on fire and it belittled the edge you were about to leap off of in your own consciousness.

You were ready. Ready for the snow to drown you and ready to leave behind the planet the fell victim to its own mother. Ironic.

Ice seeped through your jeans and kissed your knees, running along your legs that gave out and settled you in the plush snow. It was time. You smiled.

Falling back to sit between your own swollen heels, snow devoured more of your body, sinking you deeper into the icy coffin you knew to always be yours.

Nothing on this Earth was for you now and the supplies you’ve yet to stumble on during your weeks alone was obvious proof.

The snow froze your skin, inking up your limbs and over your torso. Freezing claws pulling you deeper as you relaxed fully, letting your eyes laze shut.

You heard his voice calling for you again, but this time it was a greeting and not a bloody goodbye. You couldn’t tell if you were smiling anymore because the freezing blanket suffocated your own muscles.

It’s time.

———

Your muscles felt cemented, heavy and stiff. It was different than sleep paralysis, you could move, but it felt like you were buried under mounds of sand.

When you tried to take a full breath, your lungs only stretched so far and the burn in your throat made you cough.

Whatever room you were in was small and warm. Your body trembled, toes and fingers like ice, but you could feel your core thawing.

This isn’t Heaven, you knew it immediately because if it were, your son would already be wrapped around your neck. Whatever is left of your heart shatters and you mentally curse whatever cosmic being fucked you over so hard to keep fighting for no fucking reason.

This Earth had no right to hold you prisoner. It’s been long enough and you’re starting to think that you should’ve just done the job yourself.

Your name is called, but not your mother-given legal name that you stuck to because the only one that mattered after the outbreak was ‘mom’, no it was.. it was your name. A simple spin on your legal name, sure, but a name that only those from the old world knew.

Only people like…

“Here, drink some water.” Thick like molasses and sweet like syrup, a dampened southern drawl that you thought died with the rest of Austin. “C’mon, stay with me here, ya’ gotta open those eyes.” Aged like wine and pained by time, you know him.

Opening your eyes against the scratchy sand blanketing you 20 feet deep is hell but you have to be sure. A chill runs through your body and you convulse forward, squinting in the, honestly not so harsh, light of the room you’re in.

Cloudy vision blurs the face you already know it to be, and as he speaks again you’re convinced that it really is him.

“Hey, darlin’, you gave me quite the scare there,” he breathes out in a nervous scoff. His voice is lighter than it was a few moments ago. “Thought I found ya’ just to lose you again,” his voice is somber, a gateway to his deeper and more complex feelings of your sudden appearance, you don’t think either of you care to sit aside and assess the situation.

“Joel.?” Your voice is raspy and not your own, frozen and shattered from the bitter cold of whatever hellscape Joel has been holed up in all this time.

“It’s me,” he assures, following with your name again. A word that sounds like poetry in your eyes and ecstasy off his own tongue.

“Where am I? What is this?” You grumble out, trying to push yourself up, but the stiffness of your sore, overused and freezer burnt, muscles mock you and push you back into the cot beneath you with a heft.

“Jackson, Wyoming,” his voice is followed by the scratch of a chair that he must be pulling up to sit beside you. “It’s a settlement my brother Tommy helps run. You remember Tommy, donchya?” His warm hand grips your own lithe fingers and he feels like fire. You hum in contentment, closing your eyes to settle the spinning room.

“Yeah, Tommy and Sarah, could never forget them,” you look over to him, no longer struggling with blinking the blur out of your vision. You see him clearly now. Aged, warm skin lined with wrinkles, salt and peppered hair, a scar on his temple and the same glassy eyes that held so much love for you and his family.

You separated yourself from his family for the same reason you separated Joel from your son. Neither of you wanted to complicate your children’s lives so to them, you and Joel were barely neighbors who helped babysit, that’s all.

But behind closed doors, on nights when you could manage to sneak away without suspicion, you were something beyond lovers. Something that defied traditional laws of love and settled deep into your gut with unwavering support in the background. You were each other's rocks.

His eyes softened, though. They dropped down to your interlocked fingers, anchoring back to old habits and quick glances, and he nods only once before speaking again.

“Just Tommy, hon,” he brings his face back up but his eyes go to your hairline where he pushes some defiant strands back. Your heart breaks, echoing the grief of a lost child.

It’s quiet as the news settles and his grip tightens slightly, almost unnoticeable by the state of your frozen limbs.

“Me too, Joel,” you choke out, trying to caress a soothing thumb along the back of his hand but your muscles are still so useless that it’s more jerky than calming.

“I’m so sorry,” his eyes meet yours again, somehow holding every emotion he’s wished to bless you with the past 20-some years you’ve been separated.

You didn’t understand why you were forced to keep going after losing your boy all those years ago. For a while, you were numb and would fend for yourself. Then you manipulated your way into some groups to pick up the slack of traveling alone, but inevitably you always ended up alone. And after each departure from another era in your life, you swore that one day the Earth would swallow you up and your time would come soon, but it never did.

Maybe that’s because there was never a scale deciding what you must go through to earn rewards.

Maybe it was because you fucked up so badly in ways you didn’t recognize that solitude was your penance.

Or maybe, it was the love of your life waiting for you in a safe haven where you could live the rest of your lives together and relearn each other.

Maybe, in all of this soul-rotting madness of the world, there was still a chance to patch together what was broken and build a better outcome for each other.

Maybe it was to supply the loud-mouthed moody teenager that Joel took on a chance at a life that was hard to come by these days.

And maybe it was to watch her grow into her own person, being there for her and finding bits of your lost children in her.

Nothing could pave the cavern of grief carved into your very being, but there had to be a reason it didn’t swallow you whole.

And maybe Joel Miller was the reason.

thank you so much for reading <3

[kitten4sannie]

mafia san! always gets what he wants btw, especially when it comes to playing with his favorite toy ♡

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“Look at me, baby, yeah, like that,” San whispers down to you, his breathy voice hardly reaching you past the sound of the loud, crackling fire blazing away behind you within the lavish living room of the estate, though you’re far too focused on the shlick sounds of San’s hand rubbing eagerly along his stiff, dripping cock to really hear what he’s saying to you. He presses a finger into the underside of your chin, tilting it up. “You look like you want something, princess. Use your words, will you?”

“I want to touch you, sir, please let me?” you ask, not even recognizing your own pathetic voice. When did you get this desperate for someone as dangerous as Choi San, the trusted head of the Park Estate? Your legs and feet start to grow numb underneath you from being in that same position for so long, encouraging you to lean forward, resting your head against his bare thigh, your eyes wide and full of need, feeling his muscles contract underneath your cheek as he tossed his head back, his fingers squeezing around the base of his throbbing erection. “I’ll be good, sir, I promise…”

Growing hotter by the second from the raging fire nearby and his pretty plaything quite literally begging on her knees just to put her hands on him, San opened up his heavy fur coat to expose the entirety of his naked body, his pretty tan skin glowing underneath the low light of the room. He gave you a smug sideways smile, angling his cock down to lightly smack it against your heated cheek, making you gasp. “Be good and spit on my cock, then, princess.”

Swallowing down the rest of your dignity, you pursed your lips, letting a few strings of saliva drip down onto the head of his cock, watching him eagerly lube it up, your cunt pulsating like it had its own heartbeat. His curved length was thick and heavy inside San’s slick hand, decorated with prominent veins that all led to the reddened, shiny tip. Your blushing face was mere inches away from it, admiring the way San continued to pleasure himself, from gripping at his swollen balls to running his fingers over one of his perked nipples. Not being able to do anything was simultaneously killing you inside but keeping the fire lit inside your core, and San knew that. That’s why he controlled you in this way.

“Does my pretty doll want to be even prettier for me? Hm? Does she want to be a good toy for me?” San hummed out in between heavy breaths, a few drops of sweat falling off of his jaw and wetting the fur of his coat, all the while thick beads of pre-cum pooled out of his slit and dripped down the swollen head of his cock.

“Yes, please,” you voiced desperately, your dilated eyes flitting from his pulsing cock to his fiery gaze, tears starting to blind your vision from how bad you wanted to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on your tongue, drool escaping from your parted lips.

Chuckling softly at you, he reached down to slip his fingers into your hair, tugging you towards him just as his moans began to grow louder, taking his time as he painted your beautifully pitiful face with his hot load, making sure not to miss your glistening lips, smearing the last few dribbles of cum over them to finally give you a taste. That’s all it took for you to shudder and fall completely apart before him, falling forward into his bare lap, your mind spinning. You really were his toy, operating only for his own pleasure, which in turn had become your own, somewhere along the way.

San’s eyes resembled crescent moons, his smile only growing wider. He had molded you into the perfect pet.

“That’s my good slut. Now, it’s time to bend over and take what I give you.”

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© kitten4sannie, 2024.

[sjyuns]

LOOSE — YANG JUNGWON

boyfriend! jungwon x fem reader 1OOO+ words your boyfriend can’t seem to control his thoughts after seeing you in a loose ponytail warning MDNI, sexual innuendos, dry humping genre suggestive asf fluff at the end mikaela’s note back cause of enchella jungwon, man is insane | collection

It’s just something about the way you look today that keeps Jungwon going, something different, like the loose ponytail your hair is tied into — exposing the soft skin of your neck, flyaway strands framing your face as he watches you focus on the rolling movie you had put on a while ago.

And Jungwon can’t seem to keep track of the time, he doesn’t know if a minute has passed or ten, heck he wouldn’t know even if an eternity passed; it’s just something about the effortless hairstyle you wore today that made him feel distressed.

He inches closer to you, body heat emitting as he slings his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. It’s skin to skin and you sink into it comfortably.

“You alright Won? You feel a little warm,” your concerned voice echoed through his ears as you fill all his senses.

It’s a short moment of silence before you speak again, “Won, are you feeling alright?” and it takes two times for him to snap out of his daydream.

“You just look really good today, that’s all,” he whispers, leaning in to press a kiss on the nape of your neck, “like really fucking good.”

You can sense a shift in the room, and you grin as you turn your body towards your boyfriend, eyes glistening as you tease him, “oh, is it the hair?”

The innocent look that Jungwon once had on his face was now gone, replaced with darkened eyes and ulterior motif. He stares at your features full of pride knowingly before commenting, “you did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“No,” you reply quickly, almost too quickly that Jungwon immediately catches on to your intent. And you freeze as his fingers waltz across your exposed waist before moving up to rest on your chin.

“Look at me,” he says, fingers tilting your chin up to meet his gaze before his lips sink into yours, the taste of clean mint invading your taste buds. And you feel it, all the sparks — all the electricity that could light up a blacked out city.

The grip on your waist tightens as he situates you on him, your body pressed firmly onto his. “Won,” you mumble, skin prickling with intense heat, cheeks flushed crimson under the intense touch of your boyfriend, “please.”

He hums, leaning back against the sofa, cat like eyes predatory as a sly smirk forms against his lips. “Please what, princess?” he teases, and you groan, unable to control your body as your hips grind against his thigh.

And you feel yourself almost reaching a new high, with the way Jungwon watched you like a hawk, sweat glazing his body, defining the curves of his muscles as his hands stay situated on your hips: grasp tight yet unforced, as if he way trying to brandish his touch onto your skin.

“Do this?” he mutters, as he flexes his thigh, muscles propping up as you let out a soft moan, hips quick as you feel the slick from your core seep through your panties.

You feel the need to retort to your boyfriend’s behaviour yet only whines and moans leave your mouth as you slowly come undone under the watch of Jungwon.

“Please,” you beg and just like that, he gives in. Hands moving up as he guides you — up and down his thigh, wet spots from the slick of your core pertinent on the cloth of his grey sweats.

Jungwon lets out a low groan, strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he pulls you roughly towards him, voice gruff as he lets out a whispered ‘fuck’ under his panting breath.

And it doesn’t take long for you to come undone, figure slumping against Jungwon’s as your head moves itself to its designated place at the crook of his neck. You can feel your heart racing, beating at the speed of light as you feel Jungwon’s arms wrap around your waist in a tight embrace.

“You look so pretty,” he mumbles as you lift your head to meet his now softened gaze and you find yourself bubbling with giddiness at his words.

You chuckle softly, breathing heavy as your arms mirror his actions, moving to wrap around his neck as you reposition yourself: only to feel his bulge poking at your core.

“Don’t worry about it, princess” he grins, eyes still focused on your features, “today is all about you.”

“You really know how to flatter me, don’t you?” you reply, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. And he hums in reply, fingers moving to tuck the loose strands of your hair behind your ears.

“Yeah I do,” he says, eyes of admiration never looking away from you, “maybe you should reward me for it.”

You tilt your head in question, and he answers, “maybe you should wear your hair loose more often.”

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[lilacxquartz]

part 17 of 19 of kinktober: trapped

pyramid head x gn!reader

plot: while exploring the town, you find yourself incapacitated in the worst possible position — themes: warning for non con, dark smut, gender neutral reader, size difference, monster fucking, horror, gender neutral smut — w.c: 700ish

kinktober masterlist • main masterlist • ao3

You were incapacitated.

Trapped in between the barely pried open iron bars, providing just big enough of a gap for your upper body to squeeze through and then… stall. In a way, it was humiliating, but in another sense, it was also terrifying because existing within the town as a whole was a death sentence in its own right. From one little miscalculation—you had potentially doomed yourself.

You tried to dislodge yourself again but the bars were too narrowly placed and you couldn’t push or pull yourself neither back nor forth and in doing so, you only found yourself more stuck than before. Panic quickly swept through your being in violent waves, abandoning all sense of rationality in favour of a hurried escape but nothing was working—but then finally, you heard it—the all too familiar scrape of metal, the thud of staggering footsteps—oh no, no, no… he was here.

You turned your head slightly back to just about catch a glimpse of him filling out the doorway, blocking all gaps of light that otherwise cut into the cell. In an attempt to avoid your flesh likely meeting the blade, you strove to push yourself forward, to at least nullify his efforts to strike you down… but then something else followed suit.

You froze as you felt his calloused hands brush around the soft contours of your exposed flesh; his fingers breaching the torn fabric and tearing away the cloth from the skin, readily exposing you to him. You remained statued in place as you feared for the worst, unable to quite comprehend what he was actually doing to you; almost delicately feeling you up—pushing—spreading your legs apart, ripping away at anything that acted as a barrier between you and him.

You tensed as you quickly understood what was following suit; feeling the tip of something very obvious poke against your most vulnerable parts. You writhed around and squirmed under his grip like a fish out of water, only to remain caught and hooked in his presence, feeling him drive into you in a near hungry pursuit. You gritted your teeth as you felt him force himself inside of you, feeling overwhelmed by his monstrous length that completely filled you out to the brim.

With shuddering, quaking cries, you softly wept as he continued to take in his brutal girth, feeling his cock slide in and out of your insides and stretch you out beyond a recoverable limit. With an unforgiving pace, Pyramid Head continued to hilt himself into your core, feverishly bucking into your body as a radiating, almost scalding pain akin to searing agony settled within the confines of your form. Of course however, he showed you no mercy, pounding into you with a near primal fervour; his hips slamming against your behind with each sawing motion.

Somehow, he grew needier as he continued to violate you—his fingernails digging bleeding crescents into the soft peaks of your ass, kneading against the cushioned skin and spreading you open as far as you could physically handle. It was as if he was trying to force you to accommodate the entire capacity of his impossible length, taking advantage of the limiting position, knowing that you couldn’t just pull yourself away.

Nearing his impending climax; his movements soon became more erratic and maybe even sloppy. He leaned his towering form closer wherever he could press against your bare back—causing the iron bars to crack open further—growling out heated breaths that rolled hot down your spine. Each passing thrust caused for you to shake, prompting you to involuntarily roll your eyes to the back of your head and perhaps even see stars from just how overwhelming it all truly was.

Just as you were about to pass out however, the monster finally came undone with one final violent rut of his stuttering hips. You gasped as you felt a stream of hot oozing warmth fill your senses to such an extent that your stomach nearly bulged from his pent up release.

Thinking it was all over, you tried to close your eyes to recover—but then you were promptly taken out of the cell, readily carried around like a rag doll, to be used and paraded around per each of his passing whims.

In a way you were thankful that he wasn’t going to end you outright.

But then you realised what your life was about to become and that much had otherwise terrified you.

Not quite a mercy after all and worse yet, rather a sentence in the hell you found yourself in.

[msfantasy-comics]

Head Returned [18+]

Batboys x Reader

Summary: The boys want to return the favour after you gave them head

Warning: Descriptions of returning the favour through cunnilingus

Part 2

Bruce Wanyne

When you have been with your partner for years, you will naturally develop a choreography to a song only you two can hear.

No words are spoken when you lift your head from your husbands lap. His fist unwrapping its grip from the bedsheets.

Your body already shifting to lay on your back, as Bruce’s senses shift back to reality. His brain swimming in a river of endorphins. His own body sitting up and twisting into your own as he shifts down the bed, his hands gliding a long your body like a man marvelling at a woman’s body, like he hasn’t many time before.

His head begins to dip between your thighs still parting, with light kisses down your legs to your centre.

You wait in bated breath, waiting on your reward for your earlier endeavours.

And just when you thought you couldn’t take a second longer, Bruce’s tongue roughly dives between your folds, from bottom to top, savouring the essence, enjoying the knowledge that your body was merely reacting to his.

Your back arches up in that erotic way you do when he pleases you.

His mouth locked between your legs as his tongue delivers an eye crossing, toe curling worth performance.

Dick Grayson

You swallow with a victorious smile as you sit back in your kneeling position. Enjoying the view of your out of breath fiancé who had a mixture of strain and bliss, painting along his face.

His chest continues to heave as he sucks in deep breaths as if he sprinted for hours without stopping.

“Uh— so good.” He mutters, seemingly unable to comprehend life. “Come mere’” he lazily gestures to his face.

“What?” You ask simply, unable to comprehend how you could possibly sit on your fiancé’s face considering his current state.

“Here. Now.” He gestures again, not even lifting his head from the couch.

“Di—“

“Come sit on my face right now or else.” He says with a serious warning.

You feel inclined to refuse just to see what ‘or else’ means, but you let your ovulation get the best of you, and you were stripped and sitting before you even knew what you were doing.

His tongue licking, lapping, sucking, flicking away. Your uncontrolled moans being pulled from your throat as you grind down into his face.

His arms anchoring your thighs down. Not daring to let you move away.

Jason Todd

“Told ya’ I give the best head— brings men to tears.” You brag, whipping a stray tear clinging to the outer corner of his eye. Like it was your trophy when you triumphantly present him the evidence, which he just bats away.

“Two can play at this.” He hisses, pulling you up onto his lap, his mouth connect with yours as his roughly kissed you. His hands fumbling for your top to be pulled down to expose your chest, his finger pinching and pulling at the peaks as you whine and whimper, leaning into his touch more. “You’re gonna get it now.” He teases, pushing you harshly onto your back as he shucks your bottoms down your legs along with your panties.

It all happened so fast, you didn’t even have time to blink as his finger slides up and down your already wet crease, coaxing for more of your wetness.

“Bet I could bring you to tears too.” He mocks, but you just smile dismissively.

“Go ahead and try.” And at your taunt, his finger sinks into your clenching core as you gasp in pleasure. His single digit bent at the perfect angle as he continues to plunge in and out at a steady pace.

Your hips weaving involuntarily, chasing for more.

So he sticks two fingers in, “Y-yeah! J-just like that.” You gasp again, your hips rocking to the motion of his fingers pummelling your cunt. “Oh!”

You whine, at the sudden intrusion of his tongue rounding circles around your throbbing clit.

His tongue working on you externally as his finger continue to pick up pace, plunging in and out of your box.

Words failed you.

All you could manage to do was coo and writhe, thighs quivering and shaking. Enjoying the onslaught of pleasure being delivered until it happened faster than you could realise.

Heat seeps down your thighs as you cunt begins to clench so tight, you think it’ll force his fingers out, his mouth no daring to be pulled away as the rapid knot in your stomach snaps and your cumming so quickly and so hard, your eye sight becomes dazed, specs and spots flicking in your vision like a starry knight sky.

The pleasure was overwhelming as a tear falls from the creases.

Tim Drake

“It’s almost 1pm Mr. Drake-Wayne, and you’ve still not eaten your lunch yet.” You look up from your tablet, expecting some sort of response, but Tim just continued to sit at his office desk with that far away look he’s had all day. “Sir— are you feeling alright?” You ask, taking quick strides forward, placing the back of your hand against his forehead only for him to pull away quickly.

“D-don’t!” He says quickly, grabbing your outstretched wrists, with flushed cheeks.

“Sir?” Your concerned tone pulling through.

“I… I can’t stop thinking about this morning.” He says, looking up at you with that tortured look.

It wasn’t until you casted your eyes downward that you noticed the tent in his pants.

“Do you need to be taken care of again sir?” You ask, going to reach down again, only for his hold on your wrist to tighten.

“I-I don’t want it to just be about me…” He says shyly, the tips of his ears turning red.

“But you clearly, need help right now so I—“

“You know— it’s hard being a man, when we’re aroused, it’s so obvious.” Palming his crotch, your eyes remain locked. “But you—you look unaffected.” He swallows, eyes locked on you like a starved predator. “I want to hear you, see you fall apart.” He says, now pulling your figure in front of him, pushing you back until your ass touches his hard oak office desk. His nimble fingers already hiking you skirt up. “Just a taste.” His false promises falling past his lips like that of a man who promises he’ll only drink a sip when being stuck in a hot dessert for days without water.

Your knees part and expose your wet panties, much to his perverted delight.

His fingers quickly hook the edge of your panties and pull them a side for your glistening cunt to greet him. His tongue instantly diving to slip, suck, flick and massage your clit.

Your moans muffled with your hands as you lean back on the desk and enjoying the feeling of your boss devouring your pussy like a starved man.

Damian Wayne

“Deviant.” He hisses, standing up with that dangerous look in his eye.

“Come here.” He commands, gesturing to the bed.

Getting up slowly, you nervously began to walk towards the bed, the excitement and anticipation building up. Wondering what he’ll do to you.

“Hands and knees.” He commands. So you do, climbing up onto the bed, getting into that delicious position. Without another word, he shucks your bottoms down, you, fully exposing your core to him, glistening in all its glory. “Giving me head made you this wet?” He taunts, but he seems to be more satisfied than anything.

His hands gripping either side of your ass cheeks, spreading them further so he can get to work.

Without hesitation, he’s in deep, licking your clit and slit from a new angle.

Your world begins to tilt when he shoves a finger in, stimulating your from the inside and outside.

Duke Thomas

Of course you didn’t protest.

As soon as Duke tosses you onto your back, you lay there like a starfish, ready for your boyfriend to become lost in the sauce, like he usually did.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Duke teases you, by licking you through your lingerie panties, just enough so you can feel it, but not enough to feel his heavenly tongue in all its glory.

Your whines don’t go unnoticed, and Duke can never teases his angelic girlfriend long… not with those sounds she’s making anyway.

“More.” You beg.

Without making you wait a second longer, your boyfriend rips your brand new panties, just to get to the goods.

His tongue making quick circles around your clit, one hand hooking your hip, preventing you from moving away, as his other hand snakes up your body to pinch and pull at your tits.

“More!” You beg again, and Duke makes sure, that you need not ask for more.

[gukcnt]

04 | SHADOWS OF OBSESSION ⭒ JJK

a criminal's obsession with a shy medical student starts a passionate mix of desire and darkness. As their worlds collide, secrets get exposed and possession turns into love. In a world filled with betrayal and the weight of their own pasts, can they find a way to survive together? or will their twisted bond ultimately destroy them both?

pairing — criminal dom!jungkook x student sub!femreader

genre — criminal au, dark romance, forbidden attraction, enemies to lovers, murderer!jungkook, stalker!jungkook, innocent shy!reader, virgin!reader, medical student!reader, violence, stalking and obsession, contrast of worlds, crime, thriller, smut, lots of angst, fluff

warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, angry!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, toxic!jungkook, consensual non consent, emotional vulnerability, trauma bonding, emotional connection, isolation and loneliness, intrusion, romantic gestures, domestic intimacy, fear, power dynamics, d/s dynamics, argument, confrontation, crying, cursing, rough sex, aggressive sexual acts, several non-detailed sexual scenes, spanking, hair pulling, bondage (use of ropes), making out, hickies/marking, bruising, multiple orgasms, fear, pain play, pain and pleasure play, solo female masturbation, masturbation using a teddy bear, degradation, oral sex (f. receiving), eating out, face riding, face sitting, fingering, clit stimulation, cum swallowing, tongue fucking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, loss of virginity, dirty talk, praise kink, use of words like "slut" and "whore", body worship, breast play, nipple play and sucking, voyeurism, she gets chased by jungkook, elements of shame but she gets turned on by it, jungkook watches reader masturbate, slight cum and breath play, aftercare, kidnapping, mentions of physical harm

wc — 9.2k

a/n — lmafaosdh y'all are gonna hate me for this chapter ;((

series m. list | main m. list

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The air in your apartment was thick with your desperation, a wet sheen clung to your skin as you stepped out of the shower. The steam surrounding you after the hot shower, along with the smell of your floral shampoo.

Your body alive, every part of you pulsating just like your tingling pussy that had been wet constantly, an ache reminding you of the criminal that you swore off your life.

Every bodily reaction of yours occurred with the memory of Jungkook's touch, his rough hands and tongue, made you hate yourself more.

You tried a lot these past few weeks to forget about him, to move on, but every memory of him clung to you stubbornly, you couldn’t get rid of it. You couldn’t focus on studies, couldn’t do anything.

And with each day that need was burning further.

You wouldn’t ever beg for him, or so you told yourself. Yet today you needed release, needed to feel a fraction of how he made you feel.

The innocent girl in you is gone, in place, the temptation took over.

The towel wrapped around you felt suffocating; cheeks flushed from the barrier between you and the need in your core.

You stood in your bedroom, the room dark in the night. The only source of light was the single lamp on the table, giving a faint glow to the room.

The knowledge of what's gonna happen raised goosebumps all over your skin.

You let the towel drop slowly as it pooled at your feet. Your naked body was exposed in the empty room, nipples puckered instantly in the cool air, even the slightest air felt too much on your sensitive skin, and you squeezed your thighs together.

Your pussy dripping with arousal, slickness coating your inner thighs, body constantly craving the euphoric feeling only a certain man could give you

Tonight the silence was there, but you felt him, your body having a mind of its own to know his presence whenever he is near.

jungkook.

Your stalker.

He was watching you from the shadows—his presence undeniable, a dangerous heaviness that made your heart race, your clit throbbing.

Your eyes fell on the large teddy bear he’d given you a few weeks ago. It sat on your bed, being the only witness of your unraveling.

A gift from a monster.

You approached it, your breath hitching as you climbed onto the bed, the sheets dipping under your weight.

Your hand trembled as you reached for the teddy, pulling it to you, fur brushing against your naked skin, which felt like a tease that made you gasp.

You hugged it tightly, your breasts pressing against its softness, nipples grazed its fur, and instantly jolts of pleasure went through you, making you pant.

You dug your nose into the fur, and it felt like it carried a slight scent of him, or you didn’t know if you were going crazy imagining things—cigarettes as always and musk, your pussy clenched.

Your chest heaved as you laid the teddy down and straddled it with a huff, body going on its own, controlled by desire.

Your thighs spread wide, your heat settling against its plush belly, the fur brushing against your sensitive folds. The sensation was immediate and instant—a soft friction that made you moan.

You knew he was there, watching, and the thought felt like a challenge, you were trying to lure in the predator who'd haunted you.

You were the prey, calling him, tempting him enough to break his restraint.

Your hips started rocking slowly, experimentally, fur rubbing against your clit as your slickness soaked into the teddy, shame and embarrassment in the back of your mind, forgotten.

“jungkook.” you whined, voice trembling as your eyes fluttered shut, giving in to your need.

Your movements grew bolder, hips grinding harder, and the fur was now fully slick with your arousal, providing the perfect friction for your throbbing clit.

Your moans grew louder along with your occasional gasps and whimpers, body trembling as you chased the pleasure.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples aching, needing stimulation and your hands clutched the teddy's fur as if it was his skin, the thought intensifying your pleasure, the teddy helping since you needed to hold onto something.

“Oh God… mmmhah.”

You moaned shakily, voice high and desperate with agony as the ache increased, reminding you of his absence.

You imagined him taking you for the first time—eyes dark as he would plunge his thick, hard cock inside you, finally filling you and taking every bit of your sanity.

The thought pushed you closer, your hips started rocking faster and harder, moans now unrestrained and breathy.

“More, more, please, yes.”

You sobbed, voice cracking, your nails dug further into the teddy, thighs trembling.

The fact that the teddy didn’t tear under the force of your hold shocked you.

Your climax was close, tightening in your belly, head falling back, mouth parted in ecstasy, pussy pulsing harder as your brows were drawn together in pained pleasure.

You were very aware that you were taunting him, calling for him.

In the dark jungkook stood, body rigid, cigarette forgotten. His eyes were locked on you, cock hard and straining against his jeans.

The sight of you—naked, needy, fucking his gift—drove him close to a feral animal.

Your body a feast for his eyes, tits bouncing with hard nipples, pussy dripping and soaking the teddy given by him.

He was angry, so very angry, his blood boiling.

And he was going to make you regret it.

His hand itched to grab you and spank you so hard that you’ll feel it for days, not being able to sit, and he was going to punish you in every unimaginable way possible.

He’d promised to stay away, to let you live, but you were breaking him, piece by piece, with every moan and rock of your hips.

That’s it.

“You little slut.” he snarled, his voice a dangerous rumble as he stormed inside the room, no longer holding back.

His sudden presence shocked you enough to stop your movements.

He grabbed your hair, fisting it tightly, pulling your head back, the pain making tears well in your eyes as a scream tore from your throat.

Your eyes flew open, locking into him, few tears escaping, and even in that situation your pussy clenches at the sight of him after his absence for so long—tall, muscular, tattooed hand gripping your hair, his eyes wild with lust.

“My innocent petal.” he growled, face only a few inches away from you, his breath reeking of cigarettes and whiskey.

His hold on your hair not loosening, despite your winches and whimpers as he holds you in the lewd position, you straddling the teddy, arousal very much evident for him to observe.

“Acting like a needy whore, begging to be fucked. You think you can tease me like this? You think you can break me?”

Your breath hitched as hurt flashed through your eyes from his words, with desire, body trembling under his grip. You were exposed, vulnerable, arousal dripping down your thighs, tits heaving.

You hated him, hated yourself.

But the fire in his eyes and the way he gripped your hair so punishingly made you wetter; his words, even though degrading, made you angry, but also made you needy.

You had enough of this, his torment too much in your life.

You summoned every ounce of courage, your hand lashing out and slapping his face, the loud sound echoing in the room.

“Get out!” you screamed, voice raw as tears streamed down your face, body shaking with anger and something else you couldn’t name.

“Leave me alone!”

His head snapped to the side, jaw clenching, eyes darkening to a dangerous black. For a moment he was still, looking at you like a predator sizing up his prey, his anger palpable from where he stood.

Then he released you suddenly, shocking you as his gaze never left you.

You took the chance to quickly scramble off the bed, your naked body glistening with sweat and arousal and your heart pounded with fear.

You ran, bare feet hitting a floor. You ran far away from him, breaths coming out in sharp pants, your mind feeling hazy in fear and need.

The apartment was dark, all lights off, and you couldn’t even see where his presence was, and it increased your terror along with the arousal gathering in between your legs.

You felt exposed running like this in such a bare state, arousal dripping on the floor leaving a trail behind you making it easier for him to find you, and everything was too quiet, you couldn’t hear any noises or his movement that signaled that he was following you.

Your heart beats faster, yet the fear made your clit throb in the same rhythm as your heart.

You stumbled into the living room, body trembling. You glanced back, expecting him to be on you, but he wasn’t.

You knew you messed up this time, big time; you slapped him.

And he was so very angry; you messed with the monster, and he wouldn’t let you escape this time.

Soon you started to hear his heavy footsteps. He moved slowly, his presence a dark promise of what is about to occur, what he is going to do to you and it made your heart race.

His eyes were intense, his lips curling into a sneer.

“Run all you want, baby,” he purred, voice mocking along with dripping anger, “you know you can’t escape me. You’re mine, and you know it.”

You tripped suddenly, foot catching on the rug, and you fell on your knees on the floor, your breasts bouncing at the process, a gasp falling from between your lips.

A lewd feast for his eyes with you being exposed and scared.

You whimpered as you looked up at the man who was unrecognizable now in anger, towering over you. He growled lowly, the sound primal and he slowly stepped towards you.

Approaching.

His cock was hard and aching, very much visible with the large bulge straining his jeans. His hands were clenched as he looked down at you, eyes never leaving you—your trembling form, glistening pussy, tits heaving for him only.

And he wanted to keep that sight memorized forever, your fear fueling his desire further.

“You think you can play me?” He said, shadow now completely covering your form, almost heavily.

“You think you can spread your legs, moan my name, and I'll just break? You’re a fucking tease, and I’m done playing nice.”

You scrambled back, hands slipping on the floor, your heart pounding in fear, tears falling freely.

“It’s time to give you a good lesson for being such a naughty girl.” he coos at you, lips lifting into a slight smirk.

“Look at you, trembling naked and exposed for me, those nipples hard and your pussy dripping sultrily, leaving a trail all over the floor.”

His fingers gestured at your body, making you whimper and look away as you bit your own fist in shame and arousal, his words fueling you more.

“I bet if I spread those thighs of yours, I will find that tight cunt clenching for me, yeah?” he rasped.

You were scared, so scared, but your body betrayed you further and further with his words.

Craving the very monster, you feared

His presence was overwhelming—the smell of his cigarettes, sweat, and rage—surrounding you, making you dizzy.

You wanted to scream, to beg, but your voice was gone, your body under his claim on its own, and your slap had just ignited his growing anger further.

Your back hit the counter, no longer able to back away from him.

You were trapped.

And the knowledge made your heart beat out of your chest, you could see the satisfaction it gave him knowing you had nowhere to go, not being able to escape his wrath.

He crouched, hand reaching for you, his fingers grazing your ankle possessive and slow, like a slow anticipation before attacking fully.

You whimpered, body trembling as you squeezed your thighs together trying to stop the ache.

Your heart screamed for him to take you, to ruin you, even as your mind begged you to run. The tension was cracking between you heavily, his anger and your need mixing together.

And you knew the night was far from over.

You let out a cry, Jungkook didn’t waste any further time, and he picked you up in an instant in the air and threw you over his shoulder, knocking the breath off your chest from how fast it happened.

Your cries filled the quiet room, but he didn’t listen. His hold was tight but not bruising, enough to not give you any place to bulge or breathe.

Your naked body trembled, bare body resting on his shoulder, his hands gripping your ass just a little away from your pussy, and it was too much. Your heart pounded, wondering what he would do to you.

You were slapping and scratching his back, squirming, your body aching from the struggle as you gave up, finally tired.

“I hate you, just let me go!” you sobbed.

The words were like a knife, and they only fueled his rage even more, his grip tightening even more, anger palpable and your pussy clenched.

Dripping slick right on his shirt, you writhed ashamed, but his animal growl told you otherwise and he started he walked in fast strides, reaching your bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed; and you fell on the bed with a gasp, the impact caused your breasts to jiggle, his eyes fixed on them. He didn’t wait any longer before moving.

His hands were quick and rough as he pulled out a coarse rope from his pocket and pinned you down in bed with one hand, his strength knocking the breath out of your chest.

He pinned your wrists above your head, used the ropes to tie them to the headboard. The rope was tight, bruising your delicate skin, leaving red marks that stung with every movement.

Your chest heaved as your breath shook, hard nipples begging for attention that you both craved and feared.

Your legs were laid spread due to the force of his hold, pussy swollen under his gaze from the days of unfulfilled need, and it was slowly growing too much to bear.

You were utterly exposed, trapped, and vulnerable to go nowhere, and you felt like a toy that he could use and treat however he wanted, and the realization made your breath hitch in a mix of panic and anticipation.

jungkook’s eyes roamed all over you with his dark eyes, you didn’t meet his eyes, whimpering as tears spilled on the sheets, and his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles twitched.

“You hate me?” he snarled, the gravel sound vibrated through the room, sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“You think you can say that and get away with it? you’re mine, petal and you’ll fucking learn it sooner or later.”

His words were full of anger that wrapped around you in a thrilling way.

You whimpered pathetically, body squirming under his intense gaze. It felt like he was touching you and undoing you with his stare alone.

Your slick coated on your thighs was the shameful proof of how his dominance undid you.

He leaned down, breath hot against your neck, lips brushing against your skin, his ragged breaths showing just how affected he was by this as well.

His teeth sank in soon, hard, and the ache was sharp—a sudden burst of pain and pleasure that made you gasp out.

“ahh!”

Your body arches off the bed, wrists pulling against the rope.

He sucked the bitten spot, tongue lapping over the bruised flesh, leaving a deep purple hickey that throbbed along with your racing heart. His weight over you not giving you any space to move at all

He moved like he had all the time in the world, savoring his meal before he went all in on you. He moved to your collarbone, teeth grazing the flesh before he bites again, another mark forming under his mouth, and the sting, along with a dark pleasure, had you moaning.

“jungkook, please.” you gasped, not knowing if you were begging for mercy or for him to keep going.

He didn’t stop, not paying attention to your words, lips trailing to your breasts, hands rough as he gripped a handful of your tit, cupping it before he squeezed hard enough to make you wince, your nipples hardening further on his palm.

“Nghhh… god.” you whimpered as he leaned down and bit the sensitive skin just above your areola, teeth sinking in, and you cried out a loud, broken sound.

Your mind dizzy, not being able to catch up to the pain and the pleasure that he was igniting inside you.

Your body slowly being marked by his hickeys, a brand of his possession, as he soothed each bite and burn with his warm tongue, and the contrast of his roughness and tenderness had you gasping for air, not being able to breathe.

He moved to your other breast, making sure to lavish his attention everywhere. He left a trail of his marks everywhere along with your cleavage, each one a reminder of you being his.

Your chest now covered with red and purple bruises from him as he took his time marking you, while you breathed your whimpers of pain and need.

His hand suddenly came down on your ass, delivering a sharp spank that caught you off guard with the pain, and the burn jolted you, pussy clenching around nothing.

“Oh, fuck jungkook!” you cried.

The curse slipping out of your mouth made Jungkook growl, hating such words in your sweet mouth.

He gripped a handful of your ass and squeezed tightly, voicing his disapproval through actions.

“You like that, hmm?” he gruffed.

“My innocent little girl, so fucking needy for a monster.”

Another spank, harder and it was too much for you to bear, tears spilled as your sobs filled the room, hips bucking instinctively.

The pain was intense, but it melted into a throbbing pleasure that had your arousal drip onto the sheets, arousal pooling onto the sheets, your body trembling.

You sobbed, wrists tugging at the ropes, plush lips open at all times due to the sensation of pain and pleasure and the sting on your wrists from the rope was adding to the sensory overload.

It felt like your body was alive on sensation only.

jungkook’s eyes were feral as he got off you, his chest heaving as he saw how your pussy weeping for him and it drove him a little over the edge of madness. His eyes locked on your face as you lay there panting, even though he hasn’t done anything yet.

He stripped, movements quick and desperate. His underwear went away next, and you gasp seeing him naked for the first time.

Your breath stopped.

His cock sprang free, massive and intimidating, you gripped the headboard, heart thudding that you had nowhere to escape but to take this monster of a man. The veins were pulsing, and the tip was leaking, glistening with precum.

You gasped, eyes widening, fear filling your chest at the sheer size of him and the huge power he held even by doing nothing.

You were seeing his tattoos in their bare beauty for the first time. His body a work of art from the tattoos and full of scars from his past—tattoos all over his chest and abs, hard muscles all over.

Oh God—he was a demon.

And you were his sacrifice.

Your pussy clenched at the thought of him inside you, and you gripped the headboard tighter, something to ground yourself.

He knelt between your legs, hands gripping your thighs and spread them as wide as they would go, you huffed at how exposed you felt, body stretched to its limits, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, leaving bruises that matched the hickeys he gave you.

“Untie me, please, ahh—”

His mouth lowered on your pussy, interrupting your words, and you screamed at the overwhelming feeling, tongue lapping at your clit with a hunger that almost felt violent.

His lips were restless and rough, sucking hard, teeth occasionally grazing your sensitive bud, and you saw stars behind your vision, having no control of your body as he made you feel sensations you didn’t know were possible.

Your hips bucked on his mouth, moans loud and desperate, body writhing under his assault.

“Fuck, my baby... you taste like heaven.” he grunted against your pussy.

Voice muffled, his tongue plunging inside you, fucking you with a rhythm that had you on the edge. His fingers soon joined his tongue, two at first stretching your virgin walls for what's about to come, and you were tight and resistant despite getting finger fucked by him several times before.

The burn was intense but so fucking good.

He curled them, hitting a spot. “Oh! mmh—please, jungkook, it’s too much—” your cries filled the room, wrists pulling harder against the ropes, skin cutting in the process.

“I can’t—please!” you sobbed, body shaking as your climax started building.

He didn’t stop.

His tongue kept going, lips sucking your clit until you shattered all over his mouth, pussy gushing, your cries raw and broken.

He hummed satisfied against you but didn’t let up, drawing out every shudder and whimper, eyes locked on yours, dark and possessive, as he drinks in your release like it was his lifeline.

He needed it to survive.

You were now basically drooling all over the pillow, mind hazy and he pulls back, lips glistening, his chest heaving, and you could feel his cock twitch against your thigh.

“You’re mine.”

He rasped, eyes burning with something beyond anger—obsession, need, something twisted.

“Say it, petal. Say you’re mine.”

You were panting, body trembling, mind confused with pleasure and fear as your lips moved automatically, submitting to him.

“I’m yours.” you whispered.

Your voice shook, heart pounding with your words, knowing it was true and also knowing it was your final undoing.

He growled, satisfied by your answer, his hands gentle now, a huge difference from his earlier roughness.

He untied your ropes, fingers brushing over your raw wrists, his touch soft and almost gentle as tears prick your eyes from his rare softness that is only directed towards you.

A whimper lodged in your throat when he placed a kiss against each of your wrists before he positioned himself between your legs.

His cock at your entrance, his tip teasing your soaked folds.

“I’ve got you.” he murmured, voice a low rumble, his eyes locking on yours, searching for any sign of pain.

You nodded, breath hitching. Your body was tense but ready, pussy aching for him despite all the fear you experienced.

You needed him so much.

He pushed in slowly at first, and the tip stretched you; the burn was so intense along with the sharp pain, enough to make you wince, nails digging into his shoulders.

He froze, jaw tight as his eyes looked at yours, soft with concern, a gentleness you’d never seen in him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice strained as well from the feel of your tight pussy wrapped around him, even though he isn’t fully in yet.

His hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing your skin.

“Yes.” you gasped, voice breaking as your body struggled to adjust.

“You are so tight for me, petal, wrapped around me like you were made for me.”

His rough words tightened you around him further, making him groan and he gripped your thigh, shushing you.

He lets you get used to it for a bit, being patient and surprising himself in the process because he doesn’t remember the last time he was even a little bit patient.

The pain soon eased into a strange, pleasurable feeling, and you whined, digging your face into his chest.

“Please, jungkook….”

He groaned at your request, control fading and he plunged deep in one swift motion, cock filling you, and the stretch was overwhelming, your pussy clenching around him, getting full for the first time, blowing your mind until you felt dizzy.

“Ah hah… oh God!” you screamed, biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself tethered from the pain.

He didn’t waste any more time as the bed shook, the headboard slammed against the wall from his powerful, relentless thrusts, each one driving him deeper inside you.

He hits spots inside you that you didn’t know existed and you almost felt him inside your stomach.

His growls were feral, his eyes locked on where you were joined as he watched his cock disappear into your pussy, slick and glistening with your arousal.

“ohs” and “ahs” left your mouth, each noise weeping with each of his thrusts, noises uncontrollable, pleasure and pain mixing together, nails digging into his back leaving marks that only encouraged him to go faster, drilling inside you

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your cries, creating an obscene music that you were sure the neighbors could hear, but you were too high on pleasure to quiet yourself.

“my perfect little girl taking my cock so well” he lashed out his words, hips puncturing each of his words inside you, making you cry further on his shoulder, his anger simmering and obsession consuming him further from the feel of your pussy, finally owning every part of you.

His eyes locked on your face, taking in all your pained and pleasured expressions, never getting enough, his control snapping whenever your eyes would roll at the back of your head whenever he hit that spot inside you.

“You drive me fucking insane, you know that? I want to ruin you, keep you, lock you away, and own this slutty cunt so that no one else can have you.”

You wailed, body arching as your orgasm started building again, body weak from all the highs it experienced.

“jungkook, I'm—I'm going to come!” you let out an agony filled scream, body shaking as the intensity overwhelmed you.

“mm, you are close? come for me then, petal.” he growls.

Thrusts growing quicker as his hands grip your ass, lifting you to meet his thrusts, balls slapping against your swollen pussy.

“Let me feel you, let me have you.”

His words burned you even more and you shattered, orgasm ripping through you, pussy gushing around his cock, cries filling the room as your body convulsed.

He kept going, not giving you a break, thrusts relentless as he chased his own release, your pussy milking him.

You were overstimulated, body shaking with aftershocks and the force of his thrusts started building your second orgasm before you even realized, throat aching from all the noises you let out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” he groans, own voice breaking as his hips slam into you, cock pulsing and he comes, hot and thick release, filling you, his hands holding your hips, not letting you escape.

Your pussy clenched around him, drawing out every drop.

His release triggered yours, and you came again, for the third time tonight, cries broken body trembling and the overstimulation made you sob, tears falling when he slowed, his head dipped, tongue entering your mouth, kissing you, tasting you.

He swallowed your cries as his thrusts gentled, cock barely softened when he pulled out, giving you a break that he knew you needed more than anything. You winched at the emptiness, a surge of your release mixed with his dripped out of you.

The sight made his nostrils flare, wanting to fuck them back inside your gaping cunt, but he knew you already had too much.

Your pussy stretched enough for him, and it was visible before his eyes.

He could fuck you all night long if he wanted, but it was your first time and he didn’t want to push you beyond your limits.

He collapsed beside you, breath ragged and he pulled you to his chest, his fingers rubbing your red wrists again almost like he felt guilty for hurting them, but there was also a sense of satisfaction in his chest that he was the one that marked you, made you feel pain and pleasure.

Something that only he was allowed to make you feel and no other man.

The thought made his hands twitch with the need to kill someone that didn’t even exist.

He focused on you, still panting and drooling on his chest. He carried you to the shower, the water warm and soothing against your achy body.

His eyes were soft while he washed you, cleaning all the release, paying attention to your sore spots, a stark contrast to the monster who’d claimed you moments ago.

You were quiet, body exhausted, your heart heavy too tired to speak as you depended on him completely, letting him do whatever he wanted, being his personal doll.

He wrapped you in a towel once the bathing was over, picking you up in bridal style, not letting you walk or use any of your energy.

Your hand clutched his chest as he laid you back in bed, the soaked sheets changed by him, and the warmness of it made you purr unknowingly.

He stood there looking down at you, eyes unreadable, his expression intense as he looked at you like his possession, you looked up at him clutching the sheets to your breasts, your shyness consuming you once again even though he thoroughly saw and used every part of you.

Even parts that you didn’t know existed yourself.

Your body feeling more his than your own.

“What do you want from me?” you croaked, eyes searching his, needing answers, needing something to hold onto.

“Why are you doing this?”

His eyes turned dark and haunted at your question, jaw clenching.

“I don’t know.” he said.

Voice raw with an emotion he didn’t understand.

“I don’t know what this is, but I just know that you—you’re mine. I need to have you, whether you want it or not.”

You swallowed, throat tight from his words, body still tingled from his touch, heart torn between fear and a need you hated yourself for not pushing away.

You curled into him when he laid beside you, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart meet the same rhythm as yours, his hand awkwardly resting on your waist, not used to such domestic acts.

But you knew.

His heart, the criminal's heart that was made of stone but one that, in its own broken way.

Beat for you only.

۶ৎ

The days following jungkook’s claiming of you were delicate, something that stretched between obsession and something softer.

Something neither of you could name

Your apartment, once hollow and lonely with your presence, was now filled with a new rhythm—his footsteps, his voice, and the faint scent of cigarettes along with musk that lingered in your place permanently.

He was no longer just a shadow in your life, his darkness has folded into your light, something that didn’t belong together.

Yet they mended like they were meant to be.

The weight of his gaze was there constantly and his frequent touches because he couldn’t stay without touching you even for a minute.

Along with all that, there were several unspoken questions that hung between you, but you didn’t dare bring them up, not wanting to ruin the normality you had with him.

Not wanting him to close the shell he let down for you, even if it hurts.

Your small apartment seemed to shift in order to accommodate him.

Your couch, the same one that you treated him on several nights before, had gotten used to him.

It bore the imprint of his broad frame along with his leather jacket that was draped over its arm lazily, laying his claim all over your house in a way that even your place got used to.

The kitchen, where once you’d cooked alone in between study sessions, now carried the memory of him standing at the counter, tattooed hand clumsily chopping vegetables for a meal he insisted on making for you after you forgot to eat.

The sight of his broad frame and muscles flexing as he did something so domestic as cooking, you knew he never did for anyone, made your heart flutter.

Your bedroom with its pink sheets and light-colored walls was no longer just yours—his presence had claimed it, his scent almost permanent on your bed.

His shadow always lingering but now visible for you.

jungkook was different now, edges still sharp, but there were still moments of vulnerability from him that caught you off guard.

He spoke more, his voice deep and gravelly, always filling the quietness of your life.

You knew that each of this was slowly cracking the stone wall of his heart.

And you were grateful.

By even getting pieces of him

۶ৎ

One evening as the sun dipped, you sat on the couch, knees tucked under you, a medical textbook forgotten on your lap.

jungkook stood by the window, a cigarette burning between his fingers, smoke curling in the air when he exhaled. His body clad in a black tank top that showed off his hard, muscled body along with his tattoos, the sight making your thighs squeeze together unknowingly.

“Do you ever think about your parents?” he broke the silence, voice almost hesitant, as if the question came out against his will.

You saw the tension in his shoulders and the way his jaw clenched as he waited for your answer.

You swallowed, throat tight, his question brings back memories of your loss that never really left you.

“Every day,” you admitted breathily, voice barely there.

“They died when I was sixteen. Car accident. I… I used to think if I’d been with them, maybe I could’ve done something to save them—I don’t know, but I was at school studying for a stupid biology test.”

A whimper left your lips, fingers twisting the fabric of your sweater, helping you to ground yourself against the ache in your chest.

“It’s silly, but I still dream about them sometimes, like they never really left me… like they’re just in the next room, waiting for me.”

“It’s not silly.” he rasped before turning, dark eyes locked onto yours, intense and for a moment it felt like it was just the two of you and the world disappeared.

Your pulse quickened at his authoritative tone and his need to comfort you, his own eyes holding the trauma of his past.

“Mine didn’t die,” he said bitterly, “they just didn’t want me. Left me on the streets when I was eight, said I was too much trouble. I learned fast that no one’s coming to save you. No one loves you unless you make them.”

He took another drag of his cigarette and looked back outside the window, his words were like a knife in your heart, cutting you further and further.

Oh, jungkook…

Everyone in his life abandoned him, and that’s why he was here so hardened, so guarded that he stopped believing in life itself and you realized just how alike both your stories are, yet different.

How he struggled all on his own with no one to lean into—you always thought that you suffered the most, but now hearing his story made you realize exactly how the universe always treated the ones who didn’t deserve it badly.

“I don’t know how to be soft, petal. I don’t know how to be what you need.” his words brought you out of your thoughts.

The nickname—petal—sent a shiver down your spine.

A reminder of how he saw you.

Fragile, delicate, yet something he couldn’t stop touching.

You stood, bare feet carrying you towards him, your heart pounding. You felt the weight of his gaze like a physical touch as he looked directly in your eyes with intensity.

“I don’t need soft,” you crooned, hands shaking slightly. “I just need you to be you, jungkook. The real you, not the monster you think you are.”

His jaw clenched as he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” he growled, stepping closer.

His presence was overwhelming for you despite seeing him almost every day now.

He was basically a wall of heat and muscle.

“I’m a criminal, a killer. I've got blood on my hands and I'll never wash it off. You’re… you’re light, and I’m the dark that’ll destroy you.”

You reach out with your trembling hand, resting it on his hard chest, you can feel his warmth seeping off the fabric of his tank top. His heart pounded beneath your palm, always wild.

“Maybe I want it.” you whispered, voice small as your eyes searched his, shyness gone for the first time, eyes glistening slightly.

“Maybe I’m tired of being alone, of being the good girl who’s always scared. You make me feel alive, jungkook, even when I'm terrified of you.”

He froze, breath ragged, and for a moment you thought he’d pull away, retreating to his usual nature.

But then his hands were on you, rough and desperate, cupping your face, fingers tracing your features.

His callouses against your soft skin, and you closed your eyes, leaning onto him, body constantly craving him and the rare gentleness he let out sometimes.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” he muttered, gruffly, lips a few inches away from yours.

“I don’t believe in love, petal. It’s a fucking lie, a trap for the fools. But this—this thing I feel for you—it's worse. It's like I need to breathe you in just to keep you going.”

Your heart squeezed as tears spilled down your face from his vulnerability. You gripped his wrists, nuzzling on his palm, anchoring yourself to him, your cheeks warm.

“Then breathe me,” you whispered.

“I’m here, jungkook. I'm not running. Not anymore.”

A groan left his lips, pained, and he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you, not the hungry, devouring kind that he gave you before, but something softer and deeper, and it almost melted as deep in as your soul.

You not being used to it.

His lips were warm, tasting of smoke and whiskey as you both got the chance to explore each other without rushing anything, his tongue gentle while he explored your mouth, coaxing soft whimpers from you.

The room spun, the distant hum of the city fading until it was just him—his heat, taste, his heartbeat against yours.

He pulled back, forehead resting against yours, breath mingling with yours, your hand clutching his top.

“I don’t know how to do this.” he rasped, vulnerable in a way that made your chest ache.

“I don’t know how to be close to someone without breaking them.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, dark strands soft and thick, his eyes falling closed with brows furrowed together, an act you found out that he loved with no words spoken, something that steadied him to reality.

“I’d rather be broken by you than whole with you.” your voice shook as you finalized

He growls, a sound of frustration and need, pulls you into his arms tightly, almost suffocating you.

You buried your face in his chest, leaving tear stains onto the fabric, the steady thump of his heart comforting you.

His scent enveloped you like always, so uniquely him, grounding you in a way nothing else could.

۶ৎ

Over the next few days, he showed you pieces of himself, of a man shattered by the cruel world, and you knew how hard it was for him to even give those fragments.

He took you to his cabin in the forest, the same forest where he took you that day to give you the best day of your life. The air and environment here were very different than what you were used to. The air smelled of earth and wood, trees surrounding you everywhere.

His place was very different compared to yours, walls lined with shelves of some books and mostly several weapons. It lacked any furniture or accessories.

The place just seemed livable, but it was void of any life… something that suited jungkook.

A single bed sat in the corner, dark sheets rumpled from his restless nights. The fireplace was casting a warm glow over the room, and his smell was even heavy here, surrounding you with him in his own world.

He told you about his past, each word a wound laid bare for you to see, his voice low and halting.

“I was a kid when they left me.” his deep voice uttered, sitting on the cabin's porch, you beside him as you both looked at the night sky adorned with stars.

His leather jacket was slung over your shoulders because he knew how easily you get cold.

“didn’t even look back. I survived because I had to, because I learned to fight, to take what I needed. The streets don’t care about you—they’ll eat you alive if you let them.”

He lit a cigarette as you looked at him, admiring his rough beauty that was full of scars telling his story without any words.

“No one ever loved me, petal. Not my parents, not the gangs I ran with. I'm not built for it and I cannot give it to anyone.”

Your knees draw up as you hug them, your body leaning against his shoulder, both of you hearing the chirp of crickets.

“I understand,” you said, softly, “my parents loved me, but they’re gone, and I’ve been alone ever since. We’re not so different, you and I. We both know what it is like to lose everything.”

His eyes met yours, dark and searching, and for a moment you saw the boy he’d been, the one who’d begged for love and found only betrayal.

Your heart hurt in a way you didn’t know was possible, heart bleeding for the young boy he had once been.

“You’re wrong,” he grunts, voice almost angry.

“you’re still soft, still good. I'm… I'm a fucking mess, baby. I’m tainted with blood, and you—you’re the only thing keeping me from falling apart.”

You reached for his hand, fingers small against his, as his hand gripped yours tightly.

“Then let me hold you together.” your voice trembled with emotion.

“I don’t care if you’re a mess, jungkook. I don’t care if you’re a criminal, a monster. I see you and I'm not afraid.”

He pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping around you as your legs circled his waist, his breath hot against your neck, leaving small, open mouthed pecks that had you shivering with parted lips, your head falling back slightly.

Your breasts pressed against him, both your hearts racing together, connected.

“You should be afraid.” he murmured, lips brushing your earlobe before biting it making you moan.

“I could ruin you, petal. I could break you, and I wouldn’t even mean to.”

You pulled his face away from your neck and cupped his face, his skin warm and you felt the tension in him.

He was in a war between his need to protect you and his need to possess you.

“I’m not asking for soft jungkook. I'm asking for you.” you croaked.

He kissed you hungrily, his fingers sliding under your shirt, tracing your soft skin before he undressed you with an urgency.

The porch creaked underneath you both as he made love to you under the starry night. The sounds of the forest mingle with your breathy moans and whimpers along with his occasional groans.

You melted into him, body against his hardness, your heart finally open to his darkness.

۶ৎ

In the days that followed, he did things for you—small acts that spoke louder than words.

He’d make your coffee just the way you liked it and making sure to serve it to you in your favorite pink mug, especially during your late-night study sessions.

He never stopped the habit of leaving you pink roses even though now he was very much into your life. He’d leave pink roses on your pillow every morning, the sweet smell reminding you of the days when he’d stalk you, how it terrified you yet excited you.

One night you fell asleep on the couch, your head in his lap, and he stayed didn’t move you away or remove himself, his fingers stroking your hair, touch awkward but meaningful in a way only for you.

He didn’t know how to cuddle, didn’t know how to be gentle, but he always tried, fingers trembling as he held you, his heart full of fear and want for you.

۶ৎ

“You’re making me soft.” he muttered one morning, standing in the kitchen, hair messy from sleep, only wearing underwear after a night of intense passion.

His body still adorned with your scratch and bite marks, something that happens when he drives you closer to madness with the pleasure and pain.

You blush and avert your gaze, focusing on stirring the sugar into your tea. The regular routine you both fell into gave you a peace you’d never known.

“Maybe you were always soft.” you teased with a small giggle, but your voice turned serious.

“You probably just needed someone to see it.”

He scoffed, but there was a flicker in his eyes, something close to hope.

“Don’t get your expectations up, petal,” he said gruffly, stepping closer and pulling you to his chest with a yank, making you gasp as you held onto his bare chest.

“I’m a bastard. Always will be.”

“And I’m still here,” you huffed, heart laid bare for him easily.

“So, deal with it.”

He laughed, a rare genuine sound that warmed the room, and he suddenly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, making you let out a scream as both your hearty laughs filled the air while he carried you back to the room.

You knew he was a criminal, he had blood on his hands, had no mercy, but you saw something beneath that.

You saw a man, the one who cared, who made you feel alive, who knew what you liked and disliked, memorized the small details of your life, and who would burn anything and anyone just to see you smile.

And you cherished it, every moment, every rose, and every awkward touch because it was him.

Your jungkook.

Your home.

۶ৎ

The night was alive as you returned from a bike ride with jungkook. Your heart a bubble of joy from the experience, the freedom that only he brought into your life.

His kisses, fierce and consuming, still clung to your lips along with the memory of his hands on your body that left you breathless, claiming you with all of him.

He’d promised to take you to classes tomorrow and to watch you sleep, his presence a twisted comfort you’d come to crave.

But then he’d said he had to leave for “work.”

The word twisted something inside you.

It wasn’t unusual for him to sometimes leave to deal with something that he’d never mention to you, no matter how much you insisted, saying it’s better if you don’t know and saying you are too soft for it.

It wasn’t the promise of his return that unsettled you—it was something else, you couldn’t explain, as if the word carried a weight of something that you couldn’t fathom.

It didn’t happen before, you never felt like this before he left.

A chill settled in your bones, a bad feeling you couldn’t shake as you watched him ride away, the roar of his bike soon fading.

You stood outside your apartment for a minute as you hugged jungkook’s hoodie tighter around you, oversized fabric swallowing your frame, smelling of his very presence.

Your fingers clutched the fabric, heart still racing from the ride, his touch, and the way he’d made you feel alive in a world that often felt too heavy.

Now that he was gone, that dread returned as you moved slowly, climbing the stairs to your apartment, bringing out your keys.

The moment you pushed open the door, the air suddenly felt heavy and wrong, like someone had invaded it. Your apartment, that was usually warm, was replaced by a stillness.

The scent hit you first—not jungkook's familiar cigarettes or musk but something else, something like rust or blood.

Your pulse quickened in fear as you breathed shakily, gripping your hoodie closer, the fabric shielding you against the growing terror.

Your breath hitched as your eyes scanned all over the space, the couch, and your room.

Nothing was out of place—no overturned furniture or broken things—but the wrongness was very palpable and it was making your skin crawl.

You took a small step forward, hands trembling as your fingers fumbled for the light switch, wanting to turn it on, but before you could reach it—a creak.

Your blood ran cold, body freezing, eyes fixed in the darkness, and you swore you heard a low, guttural chuckle, and it was enough to make your knees buckle in fear.

“jungkook?” you whispered, hoping with all your might it was him, that he came back and didn’t leave you and was just playing a silly prank on you.

But the silence that followed was worse, and you knew deep in your gut that it wasn’t him.

This wasn’t his darkness, his twisted devotion.

This was something else, something that wanted to hurt you.

You backed away, your heart pounding, breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Your mind screaming at you to run, call for help, but your feet remained still, frozen in fear and knowing that if you decided to run, it would worsen the situation.

The creak came again, closer now. Your scream lodged in your throat as a man stepped into the light.

He was enormous, towering over you. There was a big scar on his face that looked like a slash from a knife, his teeth crooked as he looked at you.

His lips curled into a smirk, revealing yellow teeth that sent a wave of nausea through you, stomach twisting as you stumbled back, hip hitting the couch.

“So jungkook’s been preying on you, little girl,” he said voice dripping with malice and he took another step forward.

“Guess his priorities changed, huh? he got himself all soft for a pretty little thing like you. But it's time to take his silly little pet away.”

His words stole the air from your lungs, body shaking beyond your will.

Your mouth opened, jungkook’s name a desperate plea on your lips, a scream for the man who’d claimed you, who’d promised to protect you… one that you feared in the past but now you desperately needed it.

“No, please,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as you shook your head.

“Who are you—"

He laughed, a harsh sound that made your skin prickle with disgust.

“Oh, how cute, you’re begging already.” he taunted, eyes raking over your frame.

“He’s got you all wrapped up, doesn’t he? but jungkook’s not here, sweetheart and I’m not as patient as he is.”

Your knees gave out, sinking onto the floor, hands scrambling to find something, anything, to defend yourself, but there was nothing—only the rug beneath your fingers, the door at an impossible distance.

Your tears fell as your chest heaved, trying to breathe against the terror paralyzing you further.

“Why?” you choked out, “What do you want? I don’t know anything, I swear. I—”

He crouched down, face level with yours, his breath making you want to throw up.

“I want jungkook to hurt,” he said, voice venomous.

“He’d been like a thorn in my side too long, thinking he’s untouchable, hiding behind his little obsession with you. But you—you’re his weakness, aren’t you? break you and I break him.”

He laughed loudly and your heart shattered, the realization falling over you. You were a weapon held against Jungkook, and the thought of him—being hurt because of you was unbearable.

“No.” you sobbed.

He lunged faster than you could react, hand clamping over your mouth as you screamed beneath his hand.

“Shut up.” he snarled, his other hand gripping your arm, yanking you to your feet. Your body thrashed, screams muffled, but he was too strong, his strength bruising you.

He laughed, his fingers tightening.

“Fiery little thing,” he mocked, “jungkook trained you well, didn’t he?”

You bit his hand hard, teeth sinking into his flesh, and he roared, releasing you, and you stumbled back vision blurring with tears, your mind set on getting to Jungkook, wanting him to come protect you like he has always done.

You turned to run, feet slipping as your hands finally reached the door, for freedom, for him.

But the man was faster, his arms wrapping around your waist, a sob of fear and pain escaping you as he backhanded you hard enough that it split your lips, blood dripped as the metallic taste filled your mouth.

“You’re not going anywhere.” he growls, your mouth opened for another scream, voice raw, body shaking as you fight with all you can, nails clawing at his arm, drawing blood.

But the man only laughed at your weak attempt, his hand reared back carrying something heavy and before you know it, a sharp, blinding pain exploded in your head, consuming you.

Your vision blurred, the world fading as you fell on the floor.

Your last thought was of jungkook—his promise, his obsession—and the hope that he’d find you before it was too late.

Everything went black, jungkook’s name a whisper on your lips.

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[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

reader riding rafe’s abs and rafe recording it? :p

❛ AB RIDING RAFE ❜

girlfriend¡reader . . . rafe cameron

You ease yourself onto Rafe’s waist, your bare skin meeting the warm, unyielding ridges of his abs, each chiseled line of muscle pressing into your core with a heat that steals your breath.

The room is hushed, bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, its light tracing the sharp angles of his jaw, the faint stubble shadowing his face, and the fierce, hungry spark in his piercing blue eyes. Your hands find his chest, fingers spreading wide over the firm swell of his pecs, feeling the steady, reassuring thump of his heart beneath your palms.

Your thighs tremble, a tangle of nerves and raw desire, your body already slick as you shift ever so slightly, the contact sending a shiver rippling through you, sharp and electric.

Rafe’s sprawled beneath you, one arm slung casually behind his head, the other reaching for his phone on the nightstand. He flicks it open with a lazy, practiced motion, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips—cocky, but softened by a flicker of something tender, something just for you.

“Gotta record this, baby,” he murmurs, voice low, gravelly, wrapping around you like a warm tide. “You ridin’ my abs like this? Shit, it’s too damn perfect not to.”

The phone’s red recording light blinks on, and your stomach twists, a heady mix of shy exhilaration and the raw vulnerability of being so utterly exposed.

Your cheeks flush, warm under his gaze, and you bite your lip, hesitating, your fingers tracing the deep, sculpted grooves of his abs to ground yourself. The slick glide of your core against him makes you gasp softly, the sensation immediate, unfiltered, and overwhelming.

“Rafe… you’re sure this stays between us?” you ask, voice quiet, a little unsteady, your fingers lingering on the hard lines of his stomach, each ridge a testament to his strength.

The slickness between you makes every subtle movement feel amplified, your skin tingling where it meets his, and you can’t help the way your breath hitches, already caught in the pull of him.

His eyes meet yours, steady, unwavering, the smirk easing into something more serious. “Only me, princess,” he says, voice firm but soft, like a promise. “This is mine. You’re mine.”

His free hand settles on your hip, fingers curling lightly into your skin, not guiding, just resting there, warm and possessive, the pads of his fingers rough against your softness. “Go on, move for me. Show me what you got.”

You draw a shaky breath, steadying yourself, and begin to roll your hips, slow and deliberate, testing the rhythm. The hard, unyielding ridges of his abs drag against your clit, slick and precise, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that makes your toes curl.

The friction is exquisite, each subtle shift of your body pulling a soft whimper from your throat, the sensation building in your core like a slow-burning fire.

Your hands slide up his chest, nails grazing the tanned skin, leaving faint pink trails as you brace yourself, thighs quivering with the effort of holding steady.

The slickness makes it smoother, your body gliding against his, and you can feel every detail of his abs—the way they flex subtly under your weight, the faint sheen of sweat mingling with your arousal, the heat of him searing into you.

Rafe’s watching, eyes hooded, the phone steady in his hand, its lens drinking in every detail—every hitch of your breath, every quiver of your hips, every flush that creeps across your chest.

His abs tense beneath you, not from strain but from the way he shifts, angling himself just right to give you more, to let you feel every inch of him. The slick glide of your core against his skin is intoxicating, each roll of your hips pulling you deeper into the sensation, your body chasing the pleasure with a single-minded focus.

Your breaths come faster, shallow and uneven, the coil in your lower belly tightening with every movement, your skin prickling with the intensity of it all.

You lean forward slightly, hands finding his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle as you pick up the pace, grinding harder now.

The change in angle makes you gasp, a high, trembling sound, as the pressure shifts, the ridges of his abs catching your clit in a way that’s almost too much.

Your core throbs, slick and aching, and you can feel the mess you’re making, the way your arousal coats his skin, glistening in the lamplight.

The vulnerability of being so bare, so exposed under his gaze and the unblinking eye of the phone, makes your heart race, but there’s a thrill in it too, a quiet power in knowing he’s watching, captivated, unable to look away.

His hand on your hip stays light, thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin, a silent reassurance that grounds you even as you spiral.

“Fuck, baby,” Rafe murmurs, voice rough, low enough to send a shiver through you. “You’re somethin’ else.”

He’s not pushing, not chasing anything for himself, just letting you take what you need, his eyes flicking between your face and the phone, like he’s torn between watching you in the moment and preserving every second for later.

The phone’s lens catches it all—the way your thighs tremble, the way your chest heaves, the way your fingers clutch at his shoulders like he’s your lifeline.

Your hips find a rhythm, steady but desperate, each grind pulling you closer to the edge. The slick slide against his abs is relentless, each ridge hitting just right, the texture of his skin driving you wild.

Your thighs burn, muscles straining as you rock faster, but the ache is secondary to the pleasure, the tight, pulsing need building in your core.

You can feel every detail of him—the faint trail of hair below his navel, the way his abs flex and shift under your weight, the slick heat of your arousal making every movement smoother, sharper

. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks, and you can’t help the soft moans spilling from your lips, each one louder than the last as the pleasure mounts.

You shift again, leaning back, hands bracing on his thighs behind you, the new angle making your clit catch perfectly against the hard lines of his abs.

The sensation is blinding, a white-hot spark that pulls a cry from your throat, raw and desperate. “Rafe,” you whimper, voice trembling.

Your head tipping back as the pleasure crests, your hair falling in a messy cascade around your shoulders. The slickness makes every grind feel effortless, your body moving on instinct now, chasing the high with a fervor that leaves you dizzy.

Your skin is flushed, tingling, every nerve alight, and the sight of him beneath you—his abs slick with you, his eyes dark and reverent—makes your pulse race, a heady mix of power and vulnerability.

Your breaths are ragged now, coming in short, uneven pants, the coil in your belly so tight it’s almost painful. You can feel the edge approaching, the pleasure sharpening with every roll of your hips, each drag against his abs pulling you closer to release.

Your thighs shake, the effort of holding yourself up secondary to the need driving you, the way his muscles press so perfectly into you. The phone’s still recording, capturing every shudder, every whimper, every flush that spreads across your skin, and Rafe’s watching, his gaze intense, like you’re the only thing that exists in the world.

“Keep goin’, princess,” he says, voice low, a quiet coax that sends a thrill through you. “You got this.” His hand on your hip tightens just a fraction, not guiding, just steadying you, his thumb brushing your skin in a way that feels like a lifeline.

He’s not moving, not seeking anything for himself, just letting you use him, his body a canvas for your pleasure.

Your hips stutter, the rhythm faltering as the pleasure peaks, and you lean forward again, hands clutching his shoulders, needing the anchor.

The change in angle makes you cry out, a broken, desperate sound, as the pressure hits just right, the slick glide against his abs sending you spiraling. Your body trembles, thighs quaking, and you can feel the mess you’re making, the way your arousal coats his skin, slick and glistening, marking him as yours.

The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that steals your breath. “Oh, God,” you moan, raw and trembling, your hips jerking erratically as you ride it out, pleasure pulsing through you in relentless waves.

Your core clenches, every nerve alight, and you shudder, grinding through the high, the slickness making every movement drag out the ecstasy.

Your vision blurs, your body shaking as the aftershocks ripple through you, your breaths coming in gasps, your skin flushed and sensitive. You collapse forward, hands still gripping his shoulders, your face pressing into the crook of his neck, overwhelmed, dizzy, the scent of his skin—salt and musk and him—grounding you.

Rafe sets the phone aside, the red light blinking off, and his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, his lips brushing your temple. “Fuckin’ unreal, baby,” he murmurs, voice soft, almost awed, his hand stroking your back in slow, soothing circles. “That’s mine. You’re mine.”

You’re still trembling, heart pounding, but safe in his hold, the world narrowing to the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart, and the quiet promise in his words.

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[raekensluver]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟶𝟸 — ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪsᴍ

october 3rd | theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, degradation, name calling (whore/slut), porn without plot.

word count: 800+

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your legs quivered as theo positioned himself behind you, his cock sliding back into your cunt with a wet, satisfying sound that seemed to echo through the quiet mansion. "you like it like this, don't you?" theo murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "spread out for me like a fucking feast."

his words sent a thrill down your spine. the thought of someone walking by, catching a glimpse of your entwined bodies, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "what if someone sees us?" you panted, your voice barely a whisper.

"let them," he responded with a low chuckle, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "let them see how much you're mine."

his hands moved to wrap around your wrists, gently but firmly pulling them behind your back and pinning them there. the sudden restraint made your breath hitch, your eyes widening in surprise as you felt your body become even more exposed to the outside world. but instead of fear, you felt a thrilling sense of danger and excitement. theo's hips surged forward, filling you completely, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan.

his rhythm grew faster, his strokes deeper, each one hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. the coolness of the glass against your skin was a stark contrast to the heat of his body, making you feel alive in a way you never had before. your eyes squeezed shut as the sensations grew too intense, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

his grip tightened on your wrists, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder with each thrust. you could feel his muscles tensing, his body coiled like a spring ready to unleash its climax. the floorboards of the house squeaked as theo fucked into you in a steady, demanding rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mansion.

"look at you," he growled, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down your spine. "so fucking eager for anyone to see you like this. such a little slut, taking it all for me." his words were like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline, igniting a fire within you that you didn't know could burn so brightly. you pushed back against him, urging him to go harder, faster, the thrill of his dirty talk spurring you on.

his breath was ragged in your ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it as he whispered, "you love being watched, don't you? you want them to see how much of a whore you are for me." the word 'whore' sent a bolt of electricity straight to your clit, making your pussy clench around him. you could feel yourself getting wetter, the slickness of your arousal making it easier for him to slide in and out.

you nodded, unable to form words, the admission spilling out of you in a silent scream. theo chuckled again, the vibration of it resonating through your body. "good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "now, come for me. come on, let go."

his hips hammered into you, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room. the anticipation was almost too much to bear, the pressure in your core coiling tighter and tighter. and then, with a final, powerful thrust, it snapped. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning out the world around you. your pussy spasmed around his cock, begging for more as you felt your juices dribble down your thighs.

theo's grip on your wrists tightened even further, his knuckles turning white as he held you in place. "that's it," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. "just like that, baby. you're so fucking beautiful when you come."

you couldn't help but whimper, the sound muffled by the glass as another wave of pleasure rolled through you. his cock felt like it was hitting a spot deep within you that no one else had ever reached, and you felt yourself getting lost in the sensation. your eyes squeezed shut even tighter, your body trembling with the force of your release.

theo's strokes grew erratic, his breaths coming in harsh, staccato bursts. "fuck," he hissed, his movements becoming more frantic. you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles strained and tightened. "i'm going to cum," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded, your own breathing ragged and uneven. "cum inside me," you begged, the words slipping from your lips in a breathy moan. the idea of him marking you, claiming you in the most intimate way possible, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through you.

his response was a feral growl, his hips bucking against you as he lost control. with one final, powerful thrust, he filled you with his warmth, his cum spilling into you as he reached his peak. the feeling of him pulsing inside you was almost too much to handle, sending another orgasm ripping through your body. you felt your walls clench around him, milking him for every last drop. as the intensity of your climaxes began to wane, the cold reality of what just happened seeped back in.

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[aurorawritestoescape]

MOVIE NIGHT

Stepdad Joel Miller x f!reader || 650 words

Summary: a movie night ends with a bang.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, big legal age gap, perv!Joel and his usual antics, depravity so be warned, light drugging, public but you’re not caught, infidelity, fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, degradation, daddy kink, swearing

A/n: this moodboard and the drabble are made for @evolnoomym ‘s First Birthday Party. My prompt was Movie Night. Happy blog anniversary, baby! Ily!❤️ Big thank you to 🎯 anon for the mom thot😵‍💫 Kisses to my love @milla-frenchy for looking this over😘 Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

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“Joel, are you crazy?” you whisper in panic as your stepdad manhandles you on his lap and throws your legs apart with his strong hands, making you straddle him on the couch.

“Crazy about these girls,” Joel gruffs, pulling your top up and exposing your naked breasts. He hungrily starts kneading your soft flesh, grunting and growling like a wild animal finally sinking its teeth into a prey. His pupils are two lustful black holes, his plush lips are wet, his forehead glistening with sweat in the blueish light of the tv. He’s probably been hiding his boner under a blanket all night and now his musky scent hits your nose and makes you gush into your shorts.

“Fuckin finally,” Joel mumbles and pushes his face against your tits. You clap your hand to your mouth when a mewl threatens to escape your lips, your eyes darting between your mom, sleeping on the other side of the couch and your stepdad’s face between your breasts. Your heart is beating so loudly you’re afraid the booming is going to wake your mother up. That or the smacking sounds of Joel sucking on your pebbled nipples.

You grab him by the hair and tug lightly, trying not to hurt him.

“Joel, stop. Let’s go up to my room. She’ll wake up..,” you beg quietly, your voice strained with fear.

“She won’t.” You barely understand his muffled grumbling, his mouth full of your tit .

“What do you mean she— ahhh..”

You struggle to finish your question when Joel shoves his paw into your shorts, nearly ripping them in half, and pushes two thick fingers into your wet hole. Now it’s impossible to deny that you’ve been hardly watching the movie tonight and instead have been dreaming of riding your stepdad on that very couch. Dreams do come true!

“Dropped a couple of her candies in the tea. She’s gonna be out till the morning.”

“Ohhh,” you moan, keeping your voice down, yet failing to hide the bliss, coursing through your body, when Joel begins fingering you. His giant hand is gripping your hip, setting the rhythm of your movements, when you start meeting his fingers half-way.

As always when you’re with Joel, soon lust engulfs you like a wave, and a few minutes later you’re happily bouncing on your stepdad’s cock without a care in the world, your naked tits jiggling in front of his flushed face. The couch is squeaking like crazy but you two are going at it harder, faster, hotter with every thrust and every moan.

“Nasty slut. Jumpin on my schlong when mommy’s right here. Daddy’s cock too addictive, huh?”

A hazy smile blooms on your face, and when Joel latches onto your neck and half kisses - half bites your delicate skin, your pussy squeezes around his throbbing cock and then chokes it again and again, massaging his shaft, creaming around his stiffness and his sweatpants.

The next moment the pillow of Joel’s balls under your ass starts emptying, and you feel his cum being pumped into your core with mighty squirts, as he’s growling against your neck,

“Hnggggughhhh.”

“Daddy-daddy-daddy-,” you chant, begging him not to stop, to continue fucking up into your needy pussy, to give you more pleasure, more cum, more love.

You’re still trembling with aftershocks when Joel’s nose slides up from your neck to your cheek and he pecks the corner of your lips. You sit up swaying and look into his hazy bloodshot eyes.

“You’re disgusting,” you pant and he smirks before pulling you roughly into a passionate kiss, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue.

Joel softens inside you while you’re making out next to your snoozing mother, and when your eyes get droopy, he takes you in his arms and carries you to your bedroom.

“Did you enjoy the movie night, little slut?” he coos mockingly while tucking you in. You give him a tired but satisfied smile and purr,

“Yes, daddy.”

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[dazzlingjaeyun]

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ – ꜱɪᴍ ᴊᴀᴇʏᴜɴ

bf!jake x gf!reader

୨୧ genre: smut, MDNI | words: 1.3k | cw: mentions of alcohol, nicknames (baby/doll), making out, hickeys, dry humping?, fingering, hint of orgasm denial (?) (+ lmk if i missed anything!) ୨୧

hanna says: came across a request for this on my for you and decided to try, that's my first (and probably last lol) time writing content like this saur let's hope it's not too cringe

mature content under cut, minors do not interact!

it must have been somewhat between one and two in the morning when you heard your hotel room's door click, signaling that your boyfriend had come back.

jaeyun's eyes fell on the bed where you shifted slightly to face him.

"you're still up?", he whispered. from the way he had slight trouble pronouncing his words, you understood that he'd had a drink or two at his work event's after party. he would have taken you with him, but you weren't official yet, so the least he could do was take you on that trip and spend the little free time he got with you.

"mhh", you replied softly – and you swore you could hear him mumble thank god under his breath.

you reached for the small lamp on your bedside table, turning it on to light the room in a dim light. when you turned back around to face him, you found his eyes on you already. god, he looked so fine – dressed in simple black dress pants and shirt, a jacket with its sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, the tips of his nose and ears slightly flushed, and his hair just a little messy from running his hands through it too many times.

jaeyun watched you as you stood up from bed and walked over to stand in front of him. you were still wearing only the shirt of his that you had put on after taking a shower in the afternoon before he had left. now, as the faint scent of your cologne mixed with his signature scent, reminding everyone who you belonged to, jaeyun wanted to rip his shirt off of you all over again. not to mention your choice of underwear – the black lace he liked on you the most.

"you need help?", you asked gently, putting on your most innocent face as you slowly let your hands wander over his clothed torso, up to his chest where you grabbed his jacket to take it off.

jaeyun felt his blood jolting through his body at your feather-light touch and the way you looked up at him with those big, doey eyes.

once his jacket was discarded on the floor, you hesitated a second, before reaching for his belt, aiming to open it.

jaeyun's breath hitched when one of your fingers accidentally brushed against his crotch. he grabbed your hands harshly, turned you around and took two big steps towards the door, making you stumble back in surprise until your back hit its cold wood.

"impatient, are we?" he mumbled, bringing his knee in between your thighs and pressing you against the door harder, "i was barely through the door."

his eyes were darker and his breath flatter than before, his lips slightly parted as his hands let go of your wrists and found their way under the fabric of your shirt and to your hips.

without another warning, he crashed his lips onto yours. the kiss was impatient and rough, nothing of the sweet boyfriend who had left for his work event earlier in the evening. you felt his tongue on your bottom lip, parting your lips a bit further to grant him access. your hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. a soft moan escaped you when you felt his knee pressing closer to your core, his tight grip on your hips keeping you steady.

he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his, before kissing his way over your jawline, down your neck and to that one sensitive spot right above your collarbone, where he began sucking and biting your skin, making sure to leave a mark.

you let your head rest against the door, closing your eyes and letting out quiet moans from time to time. jaeyun left a trace of wet kisses across your neck, softly sucking here and there, covering you in as many hickeys as it would take for the whole world to finally know you're his and his only.

you felt the heat that had started pooling between your legs the second you had touched him grow more and more unbearable, so you tried to arch your hips slightly into his leg that he still kept stable between your thighs. the action didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend, causing him to grin against the skin of your neck and tightening his grip on your hips.

"so impatient", he teased again, "couldn't wait for me to come back and fill you up, hm?"

"just wanted to help you with your clothes", you tried to object, but your body betrayed you with another moan when he grabbed your hips even tighter than before and slowly rocked them back and forth on his thigh for a moment.

"just wanted to help? so you're telling me that if i touched you now, you wouldn't be soaking?", he asked, his voice now radiating pure confidence – he knew the effect he had on you and the way your body responded to his.

you didn't reply, instead pulled your bottom lip between your teeth a bit and just looked up at him.

he pulled away his leg from between yours and let one of his hands wander from your hip to your clothed core, never breaking eye contact.

your breath hitched when he pulled your underwear to the side and slid one finger through your folds. "thought so", he said triumphantly as he felt your arousal coating his digit from just the simplest touch.

"just wanted to help, hm? didn't plan this when you wore these?", he asked as he grabbed your panties and pulled them down, letting them pool around your ankles.

while one of his hands went back to your hip to hold you in place, the other found its way back to your core, his finger collecting your arousal and moving up to draw small circles around your clit. your eyes fluttered shut at the touch, the pressure building up even more. you tried to move against his finger, but his grip on your hip was so tight you could barely move and you were sure it would leave marks tomorrow.

"j-jaeyun", you softly moaned out his name, which made his pants tighten around his length even more.

"what do you want, baby? gotta use your words", he replied in a sweet, yet demanding tone. just when you opened your mouth to reply, he worked his hand a bit faster, drawing another choked moan from you as your breath got stuck in your throat.

"hmm, maybe this?", he asked, before moving his finger from your clit down to your hole and sliding it in in one go. the back of your head hit the door yet another time as you felt the slight strech. you nodded eagerly when he curled his finger, unable to find the strength to reply to him.

"words", he repeated, this time more demanding. you gulped, trying to collect your thoughts before you replied, "yes, l-like that."

"good girl", jaeyun smiled mischievously, starting to pump his finger in and out at a steady pace and adding a second one once he felt you were ready. you leaned into his touch, your head thrown back against the door, your voice leaving a mixture of moans and his name, as your legs started shaking at how delicously his fingers hit that one spot with each pump.

"so close", you managed to mumble when you felt the knot in your stomach tightening, dangerously close to snap. you clenched around his digits, only to be left with nothing when he pulled his hand away, still keeping the other on your hip to hold you. you opened your eyes in shock, ready to complain, but he was faster.

"sorry, doll, but you i need you to cum around my cock"

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