#Sub!Reader

[loverslodge]

my bidder

summery: your parents have treated you like a show piece which Bucky hated. but what crossed the limit was when your parents hold you up for an auction without telling you.

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x sub!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT, some plot but mostly smut, auctioning off a person, loss of virginity, panic attack mention, isolation mentioned, age gap (bucky is in his late 30s and reader is late 20s), use of nicknames (princess and baby), dom!bucky but no BDSM (because i don't know how to write it)

A/N: i love me some dad's best friend and especially Bucky. and seeing him in suit in thunderbolts is sending shivers down my spine.

James Buchanan Barnes was a bad man.

At least that's what he thought every time he saw you.

You were all he could think about every time your father was present in the room. Mostly because your father won't stop talking about you.

Your father had a tendency to show you off for his benefit and it irked Bucky greatly. You weren't something to be put in a glass jar but your father did just that. Your mom was no less. She too supported her husband on every decision he made about you and your life.

Bucky had seen you become trapped in your room because everything got too overwhelming. You had turned from a shy kid to a wallflower. That made Bucky overly protective of you. Every time your parents paraded you and your achievements around, Bucky would always cling on to you, trying to comfort you from a distance.

It was just another big party in the y/l/n household. You were forced to dress in white satin gown and were adorned with pearls. They had made you look like a virgin doll. They had their reasons for that, of course, but they hadn't told you anything about it. It's not like this was the first time you were being pushed into the unknown.

The room started to fill up and you started to notice that the room was filled with male guests. Occasional female guests but they all looked like escorts.

You shuddered with a bad feeling and slowly stepped in the shadows. A small yelp left your lips as you crashed into someone. Before you could scramble up and leave, you felt a metal hand steady your very open back.

“Bucky?”

“Hey, princess. You hiding again?” He chuckled at your jumpiness when someone walked too close. He pulled you closer. This was wrong. So wrong but you felt so right in his arms.

“Something doesn't feel right about tonight. I'm way too dressed up for this.” You always felt comfortable in Bucky’s arms but you never said anything. Why? Because you weren't allowed to think or say anything on your own.

Bucky was looking gorgeous in his black tux. His hair was slicked back and he smelled devine. His eyes held the same softness you had become used to over the few years. But you shouldn't think about this. It was wrong. He was your father’s best friend. You shouldn't let your mind take his kindness as something more.

“You look beautiful, princess.”

That nickname. He gave that to you when you met him the first day. You were dressed in your pink pjs and your hair was tied in a loose braid. You were about to go to bed but went down to the kitchen to get some water.

He was nursing a drink when you came across him. He figured you were the daughter and you knew he was the new friend your father had made. He got up from his seat and walked closer to you to introduce himself. He looked so much larger than you. To him you looked adorable and innocent, but locked up in a house. Since that day, he had been calling you ‘princess’ because your cheeks always tinted pink when he did.

“You look beautiful too, Bucky.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear you.

“Why do you look more panicked than usual, princess? Did someone say something to you?” He brought his flesh hand and stroked your back gently to calm you.

“No. That's the thing. Nobody is telling me anything. I don't know what today is about. And there are so many male guests. It's making me uncomfortable.”

“Wait, so you have absolutely no idea how today’s fundraiser is going to go?” Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched in concern. Something was definitely not right now.

You shook your head and looked at Bucky to give you answers. Your innocent eyes were calling to him but before he could tell you what's going on, your mother’s voice rang on the mic and your name was called.

Bucky reluctantly saw you walk away and you kept on glancing back at him. His eyes were filled with worry and you knew something wrong was going to happen.

Bucky sat down at his table near the stage where the auction was about to begin. He thought about why you weren't told about this but he wanted his thoughts to be proven wrong. Surely your parents weren't that power hungry.

All the women you had noticed were called on stage one by one and were being auctioned off. Your heart racing off the charts and you kept on glancing at Bucky from behind the curtains. He hadn't put in a price at any of them. You were relieved by that but terrified about you being put beside all these women.

Soon all the women in front of you were auctioned off.

“And now, a very special someone. She carries all of my pride with her.” Your father began your introduction and you smoothened your dress, trying to look brave.

Bucky felt like he was staring at the devil. How could your own father auction you off to all these sleazy men out here? His biggest fear of tonight was coming to light. He had been meaning to save you from this prison for a while and your father had just given him the reason to drag you away, even if it cost him a few hundred thousand bucks.

“Please welcome my daughter, Y/N! Her bidding starts at…”

You were now standing in front of all these… eyes. You felt cheap. You felt like a whore. Your parents had officially become vultures to you. Tears were streaming down your face as you stood on the stage. Nobody cared about that.

Because the spotlight was on you, you couldn't see who was bidding on you. But as the numbers went higher, the cheaper you felt. Till everything came to a standstill and you saw someone walk up to the stage.

“Come on, baby. Let's get going.” Bucky’s voice tore through the hooting and booing of the crowd.

You gasped in shock but you walked to him anyway. At least he made you feel safer. He wrapped one hand around your waist and the other around your legs and lifted you like a sack on his shoulder.

You refused to meet your parents’ eyes as you were carried out of the room where another round of hooting erupted.

Bucky walked straight to your room, not bothering to stop anywhere else. When you both reached the door to your room, he slowly lowered you down. You were a crying mess but at least now you were safe.

“Come on, princess. Let's go in.” Bucky nudged your back a little.

“B-b-but that's my room.” You cowered.

“Princess, listen. If you open your door and invite me in, only then will I step into your safe space. Also, I cannot talk about anything out here. There are ears everywhere.” He caressed your hair to calm you down. He brought out his handkerchief and cleaned your face a little to make you feel more calm.

You nodded and opened the door to your room and stepped in with Bucky in tow. As soon as you stepped in the room, he closed the door shut. You panicked. Was he going to do something? This is not how you pictured to spend time with the man you had fallen in love with.

“Princess, don't worry. I didn't close, just shut the door for a little privacy. Now, pack your bags. I'm taking you home with me.”

“Wh-what?”

You were shocked by his revelation. Anywhere would be better than here with your parents but you were not ready, were you? You really were a princess and anywhere else felt… scary.

“I'm not letting you stay here a minute longer. Showing off your achievements was different but auctioning you off is fucked up.” Bucky dragged out your big suitcase and started stuffing all your comfy clothes in it.

“Bucky, wait, stop! What are you doing?” You hold his hand and pull him to face you.

“I am getting you out of here. Did you know what was going on down there? Teh auction? It wasn't just for the money. Those were… i cant believe your father… he was selling you off to the highest bidder. You would have been ruined by now! You weren't going to be returned if someone else had taken you!”

Bucky closed your suitcase after emptying more than half of your room. He was frustrated. He ran his hand on his hair and started dragging your suitcase out of the room.

“Wait, Bucky! We can’t- you can't just take me with you! That's- you're my father’s best friend.”

“I can.” He holds your jaw in his hand, softly but with authority. “I paid for you, princess. This is my one and only way of saving you from all of this.”

“Why do you want to save me, Bucky?” Your voice faltered. Your face was very close to his.

“Because, my dear Princess, you belong to me now. I've had my sights on you for a really long time and now I get to have you the way I want.” Bucky pecked your lips and held your hand to pull you to his car that was parked right outside the door.

………………………..

You stepped in the Barnes Manor and looked at the grandeur of everything around you. You didn't expect Bucky to be so… materialistic.

“Not everything is mine. My ex wife was way too much into these things. Been trying to get rid of things but i don't know how or where to start.” Bucky looked at you as if he could read your thoughts.

He asked you to follow him and he took you to an empty room. It looked like an empty canvas. Bucky’s men dropped off your bags in the room and left, closing the door behind them.

“Umm… Bucky… How will you have me?” Your whispered voice bounced against the room walls, making Bucky take a sharp turn at you.

“What?” He was flabbergasted.

“Well, you, uh, paid for me. So, you get to have me, right? That's what the auction was about?” You were fidgeting, looking down at your shoes.

“Is that what you think?” Bucky walked closer to you. “That I brought you here to have my way with you?” Bucky cupped your face and made you look up. “Princess, I brought you here because I am not letting someone else have you, not because I want you.”

“So… you don't want me?” Seeing him this close was bringing back those burning desires you have always felt for him.

Seeing your pout and hearing your question, stirred the buried desire in Bucky back to life. If he could, he would've taken you right there in your bedroom but he held on to the one thread of decency.

“Don't say it like that, princess.” There was barely any space between yours and his lips. “I want you so bad, baby, but it's wrong. You're my best friend’s daughter.”

Your eyes fall on his lips, refusing to waver. “You're right. This is very wrong.” You curled your fist around his blazer pulling him slightly closer.

“Princess…” Bucky warned you.

“Yes, sir?” The designation just slipped out.

Bucky lost all his control. He grabbed your face and crashed his lips on yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth as you moaned in the kiss. Your hand snaked around his neck and forced his face closer to yours. You bit his lower lip that made him groan.

He walked forward without breaking the kiss till you both hit the edge of the bed. He pushed you on the bed gently and hovered over you, taking your lips back on his. He kept on pushing you back till you were in the middle of the bed, all tangled up in him.

His lips moved on every inch of your face, kissing and then moved down to your neck, making you moan louder. He nipped at your skin and kissed down your valley before moving back up to your lips.

“Please, sir.” You were begging so prettily. With perfectly swollen lips and dazed eyes, you looked every way ready to be fucked.

“Princess, are you sure? This is your first time.” Bucky caressed your cheeks.

“Yes, sir. Have me. I'm ready. Please fuck me. Please.” You fumbled with Bucky’s shirt buttons.

“Ok ok.” Bucky chuckled, looking at your impatience. “We've got to get you out of that beautiful dress first and then we will remove my suit, okay? And then if you still feel ready, i will fuck you.”

You scrambled up to your feet and tried to find the zipper of the dress to take it off, without trying to tear it. You pouted at Bucky who was looking at your struggle with an amused face.

“Alright. Let me help you. You'll be patient, yes?”

You nodded enthusiastically and stood still like the good girl you want to be for him. He moved you around and zipped down your dress and gently, it fell down at your foot, leaving you exposed. All you were wearing was white underwear since there was no way you could've been able to wear a bra in that dress.

“Wow, princess, you are even more gorgeous than I had imagined.” Bucky gently cupped your boobs and thumbs your nipples, making you push yourself on to him.

“You, you imagined me?” You look at him with wide eyes. You had never expected the man of your dreams doing the same thing you've been doing.

“Of course, baby. Why do you think it was so easy for you to let me kiss you?” Bucky started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, he was standing in front of you, very, very naked.

You had wanted to cover yourself up but you were so distracted by him, his hands and then his large cock that until he held your hand and guided you back to bed, you were unaware about everything else.

“So, one last time, do you want to go to sleep or do you still want to continue?”

Bucky was ready to pull on the comforter and go to sleep naked beside you. He could relieve himself in the bathroom. He didn't want to put any pressure on you.

“Please, sir. Fuck me.”

Bucky wasted no time in tearing away your underwear and situating himself in between your legs.

“Now, I'm going to have to open you up for me. You still have a chance to say no. After I'm done using my fingers on you, if you feel you've had enough, tell me and we stop.”

Bucky was impatient to have you around his cock but he wasn't going to make you feel like you had to. He actually thought he didn't need to prepare you for seeing how wet and dripping you were for him. But he wanted your first time to be easy, as easy as he could make it for you.

“Pay attention to this, princess. I will go easy but we will use safewords. We will use traffic signals. Green is for good, yellow is to pause or slow down and red is to stop completely. Tell me, which are the safewords? I want to hear them from you.”

“Green is for good, yellow is for pause and red is for stop.” You repeated like a diligent student.

“My good girl. Now, I will be inserting my fingers in you. If you feel uncomfortable, use the safewords. Do you understand?” Bucky started stroking your petals with his fingers, very slowly.

Your breath hitched and you nodded eagerly, excited to see and feel what Bucky would do to you. But he stopped stroking and looked with disapproval. “Use your words, princess. Do you understand?”

“Yes I understand, sir. Please don't stop.” Your breathy reply gave Bucky the satisfaction and he started stroking your petals again, spreading the wetness all around.

Bucky decided not to make you beg so much and very slowly inserted his first metal finger in. you whimpered and gasped at the new intrusion. You cover your mouth with your hands and turn your face, trying to subside the noises coming out from you.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well. So fucking beautful and tight, writhing under me. I haven't even put my cock in yet.”

Bucky was able slide his second finger just as easily because of how turned on you were. He increased his pace and you mewled under him. He tsked at you trying to hide your voices and so he brought his other hand over to your clit and rubbed it, making you move your hands from your mouth to grip the sheet under you.

“I knew I could get you to remove your hands. You sound so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Oh god! I'm gonna- Bucky! Please, sir. I'm going to-” You were struggling to get the words out without moaning in between.

“Cum for me, princess. Drench my fingers.”

And you did just that. His ministrations led to your cum spurting out on his metal hand that kept on moving in and out of you, making you ride your orgasm. When you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean, making you wetter than you already were. A small moan escaped your lips, seeing him enjoying your juice.

“You like seeing me enjoy your juice, don't you?” Bucky chuckled at your squirming reaction. He was still sitting between your legs, you being completely exposed to him.

You nodded with blush heavily creeping on your face.

Bucky leaned down and kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. Your hands rested on his biceps as he sat back up. “What's your color, princess?”

“It's green, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, do you want my cock in you?”

“Yes sir.” Bucky pulled out a condom from the drawer beside the bed and put on the rubber. You looked intently at his actions, learning how to do it when next time you get to have Bucky.

Bucky pecked you on the lips again and aligned himself against your folds. You gasped at the new sensation. Bucky faltered a little. He was about to pull away but you held onto his bicep tighter and pulled him back.

“It's green, sir. I will tell you if I want to stop. So please don't stop. I want you so bad.”

“You beg so pretty, princess. How can I say no to you?”

Bucky pushed his cock furthur in you and just as he was completely in you, your back arched, letting out a lazy moan and a hiss from your throat. Bucky groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

“Fuck, princess. You're strangling me.”

You mewled as he began to move. In and out. The motion was simple but the feeling building inside of you wasn't.

“Been wanting you for so long, sir.” A strangled cry from your mouth cut you off as he pushed himself deeper. “Been thinking only about you.”

Bucky groaned at your confession and his speed increased, making your back arch again with a sudden loud moan. “My princess. All mine, aren't you?”

A garbled moan left you before you could form a full sentence. “All.. yours… sir…”

“Please go faster, sir.” You dug your nails in his bicep.

“No, I don't want to hurt you.” His voice strained. He was holding himself back and you knew that.

“You will never hurt me, sir. Please go faster. Don't hold back.”

Hearing you affirm that you're okay, Bucky pressed himself on you and put his arms under you. Your arms held onto his back and your nails dug and dragged on his back, leaving marks as he increased his thrusting.

“Oh god! Sir! Don't stop. So good!”

“Not stopping, princess. Never stopping. I could just keep on going like this.”

You mewled and whimpered at every thrust and he tightened his hold around you. Your nipples brushed against his and he moved his metal hand from under you to hold your nipple. He turned and twisted them, making you cry out in pleasure.

Bucky put his mouth on your boobs and sucked hard on your nipples, sending waves of pleasure to your folds. His relentless thrusting just added more to what you have been holding on to. The knot in your stomach tightened, sending a familiar shiver down your back.

“Sir, i’m-”

“Cum my princess, you've been good. Cum for me.”

Bucky sped up his thrusting and you arched against him as you found your release. He kept on thrusting through your orgasm, finally finding a release in you. Your pussy had tightened its hold on him and milked him so well. He kept on murmuring praises in your ear as his thrusting faltered and he stayed still.

“Are you ok, princess?” Bucky shifted and pulled out of you. You whined at the loss but were too fucked out to move. “Use your words, baby.”

“I'm ok. I'm more than ok.” You gave him a dazed smile that made him chuckle.

He stood up from the bed and carried you to the bathroom and helped you clean up. He filled the tub with warm water and sat you in the tub and settled behind you. He pulled you flush against his chest and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Will you send me back? Now that you got what you paid for?” Your small voice clenched his heart.

“I didnt pay to fuck you, princess. I paid to get you out of that house. Having you in my bed, naked, wanting, is just a perk.” Bucky kissed your cheek and pulled you even closer. “I am not sending you anywhere, princess. You belong to me now. The moment you stepped in my house, you were mine. And now that I've had your taste, I'm not going back.”

“So,” you fiddled with your fingers. “If I belong to you, if I am yours, then does that mean you belong to me too? Does that mean you're mine too?”

“Yes, princess. I am all yours.” Bucky kissed your shoulder and then pulled you in a sweet kiss.

You both get up from the tub and Bucky dried you with a fluffy towel. He put one of his old t-shirts on you and a pair of his old breezy boxers that had gotten too tight because of his thighs. He wore one of his joggers and an old tank.

You both slipped in bed and he pulled you flushed against him. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes as the tiring activities were taking over you. But then you had a thought and your eyes popped open. You sat up on the bed, startling Bucky.

“What about dad? He… won't he ask you to return me? What will we do? He'll be pissed. He will cut me off. I have nowhere else to go. I think I should go back.”

Bucky sat up and cupped your face, making you look at him. The panicked look in your eyes made him want to tuck you closer to him but it wasn't going to work. He needed to calm you.

“Princess, look at me. What did I say about you being here?”

“That I belong to you and I'm yours.” your voice turned smaller.

“Exactly. So don't worry about your father at all. I'm here. I will handle everything. And you are not leaving this house. This is yours just as much as mine. Understood?” Bucky caressed your cheeks to calm you down.

“Yes. Understood.” You moved closer to Bucky who pulled you further into his embrace.

“Good girl. Now get some sleep.” He pulled you back on bed and kissed your forehead as you snuggled closer into his arms.

Bucky knew it would cost something to have you in his arms but he also knew that once he had you, he would pay the price but never let you go.

[moonstruckme]

obsessed with the sirius and remus drabbles where the reader is getting her attitude in check

how we feeling about the spicy version of it with either of them! 🤭

We are definitely feeling some type of way about that babe. Thanks for your request!

cw: smut mdni, dom/sub dynamics, overstim, mention of "punishment" but of course everything is consensual

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 571 words

“No,” Sirius laughs, swatting the inside of your thigh as you start to droop down onto the mattress. “Stay up for me, you know the deal.” 

Earlier in the night you might have muttered some retort, but now you only whine, nuzzling your face into your pillow anxiously but keeping your hips up. “It hurts.” 

Sirius tsks, giving the vibrator a nudge when it starts to slip from your dripping cunt. You make a half-muffled, afflicted sound. “I know it does, sweetness. It’s a punishment, remember?” 

You’ve been made to cum thrice. The first had gone easily. Sirius hadn’t let on yet that he remembered your little attitude incident from earlier, so you didn’t have the foresight to hold back. But you’re a clever thing; by the second time, when Sirius didn’t let up as your body went limp and your ass was likely growing sore from his handling, you began to catch on. 

Now, your trembling doesn’t ever seem to stop. It only waxes and wanes as he tries different things with you, the insides of your thighs quivering with excitement and exertion. Sirius takes some pity on you. 

“Alright, you want to roll over?” he asks, smiling when you nod into the pillow. “Come now, I know you’re not so tired you’ve forgotten how to use your words.” 

“Yes,” you say, voice pitchy and muffled into the pillow. “Please.” 

“Okay. Let me see you, baby.” 

He gives your hip a tap, and you all but collapse sideways, sighing in relief. Sirius readjusts your legs when they start to fall closed, positioning himself between your bent knees. 

It’s heartbreaking how lovely you are like this. Loose-limbed and glassy-eyed, large pupils fixed on him. Laying yourself bare, offering yourself up to be teased and tormented, kissed and licked and touched until you’re gasping, whining, nearly begging for more. Sirius lays his palm flat to your cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds and the vibrator pulsing in your hole, and pushes his thumb into your clit as he leans over your for a kiss. The whimper that slips past your lips seems like it takes you by surprise, your eyes widening slightly as embarrassment flits across your face. Sirius can’t help but laugh. 

“Having some second thoughts about that attitude of yours?” He pushes harder with his thumb, and you moan as your face turns to the side, overstimulated tears sinking into the soft cotton of your pillowcase. He sizes you up. “What’s your color?” he asks, voice dropping a decibel. 

“Green,” you manage. 

Sirius hums. He uses his free hand to give the underside of your thigh a warning squeeze. “That first question wasn’t rhetorical, babe.” 

“Yes.” You raise your eyes to his again, trembling. “I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, I know,” he croons. He lets his expression soften some, easing the vibrator from your overworked hole. “I know you’re sorry, I know you didn’t mean it. You’re just my sweet girl, aren’t you?” 

You look wary, but you nod tearily. 

Sirius pouts. When he pushes into you, it’s all in one motion, enough to make you seize up on the bed. Seems you’re not really so tired after all. “We just have to learn not to say things we don’t mean, then, yeah?” 

You cross your arms over your face, breaths audibly quickening. Sirius smears a cruel kiss on the inside of your thigh. 

“Don’t worry, sweetness. I’ll help you remember.” 

[singmyaubade]

Good Luck Babe!

Poly!Marauders x Nerd!Female!Reader

summary: after being a wallflower throughout your first five years at hogwarts, you always thought that you could be invisible. but when you hear the marauders talking cruelly about you and proceeding to ask for your forgiveness after, well good luck babe.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, reader wants to kill the marauders , swearing, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), jealousy

[humpster35]

Dom!Chris after sub!reader has been bratty all day and he’s fed up.

[romanovthinkver]

What about Nat taking you for the first time, being soft and careful but losing control for a bit and filling you up to the brim 🥴

sorry for the wait anon, i needed to get rid of my uni things, but here we go! it came out longer than i imagined, hope you enjoy either way!

warnings: sex scenes, dom/sub dynamic, g!p nat, daddy!nat, p in v, gxg, breeding, blowjob, fingering, orgasm, age gap, dirty talks.

daddy! nat was a completely a soft bear during your first time. you weren’t nothing but an inexperienced little virgin thing and natasha was this older woman who clearly had lots of sex in the past.

she took so much care of everything. the bed had towels for the eventuality of blood loss, bottles of water were lined up on the bedside table, the room was in the right temperature, a hand towel ready to wipe you off and she already set items ready for the aftercare. everything was under her control and ready to assure every of your comfort.

wet, needy and ready you were on her big bed being eaten and stretched out for the first time, at every whimper of discomfort natasha would softly hush you and press a kiss on your thighs. she was slow, lovely, giving you time to process and let her taste you in the most delicate ways.

natasha could’ve swear she would have been happy to die between your milky thighs with her mouth and fingers deep inside you, the sweet taste of your juices tempting and the most sinful sounds rolling off your tongue were driving the older woman drunk and lustful.

she was there with you, living the moment, living the passion, living the love flowing between you. starting to memorise your body that eventually became her favourite place to be, to mark, to own.

her knee sunk into the bed and while you were worshipping her plump breasts, she was jerking herself off with grunts and moans. your pussy was soaked thanks to the two orgasms she already gave you.

she shifted both of you on the bed, her back propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed. fully naked, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. her breath came in shallow gasps as natasha watched you, who was positioned between her legs.

natasha’s cock was standing erect and ready as you leaned closer, breath hot against the warm flesh. you kissed the tip hesitating, lips soft and teasing. your daddy eyes fluttered closed momentarily, a low groan escaping her lips.

“oh, bunny,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

your tongue darted out, feeling bolder to giving the tip a series of playful kitty licks looking up at the redhead for guidance which was immediately given as big veiny hands found their way into your curls, gently tugging to guiding your movements.

“look at me, baby girl,” natasha commanded, her voice firm yet tender. you obeyed, gaze locking with her and slowly taking the cock in your mouth starting with just the tip, tongue swirling around it before starting to take more, inch by inch like a drug.

the woman’s hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to thrust deeper into your wet and welcoming mouth, hands tightened in your hairs, trying to maintain control. “take it all, bunny. I want you to take every inch.”

your eyes filled eventually with tears as the cock reached the back of the throat, but you didn’t pull away because you wanted to make your daddy proud, so you relished the sensation of pleasing her, the power and submission blending into a heady mix that made your own body tingle with arousal. bobbing head, cheeks hollowing as you sucked, tongue working the length of the massive venous cock.

natasha’s breathing grew ragged, her moans louder and more desperate. “fuck–you’re amazing, baby girl. just like that.” her fingers twisted in your hairs holding you in place firmly.

you could feel the twitching of the prick as the heavy balls of the woman prepared to release its contents, you redoubled efforts, mouth moving faster, eyes never leaving natasha’s. the connection between you was electric, the intensity almost overwhelming.

“daddy needs you to swallow, bunny,” natasha growled, her hips trembling with the effort to stay still, she was so close and only god knows how she wanted to pin you down and fuck your mouth with mercy. “can you do that for me?”

you nodded as best you could, eyes filled with determination and devotion. with one final, deep thrust, natasha released her load, filling your mouth with the warm, sticky cum. you gagged slightly but quickly composed yourself, swallowing every drop as your daddy had commanded.

the redhead whole body shuddered with pleasure as she watched you. “that’s my good girl. you took it so well, baby.” pulling you up for a kiss, your mouths meeting in a passionate, messy collision. the taste of the cum was still on your lips, and natasha licked it off, savoring the flavor.

"you're so beautiful, baby," natasha murmured against your lips. she kissed her way down to your body again and her thumb found your clit, teasing your folds. you moaned softly, body arching towards the woman.

natasha made sure you was wet enough, she was so worried to hurt you like you were made of glass. patting the tip of her cock against her pussy and brushing the tip gently over her entrance, she breathed softly "are you ready, my little one?.”

you nodded with eyes filled with trust and need. "yes, daddy. please."

the redhead positioned herself and slowly pushed the tip inside you, inch by inch, ensuring you didn't feel too much pain, her lips found yours in a slow, sweet kiss, muffling your mutual groans of pleasure and then finally she bottomed fully inside you.

"you're doing so well, princess," she praised, her voice tender and head resting on your neck, you were so warm and tight and natasha was already on the brick of blowing. she kissed you softly while you gripped at her back with nails digging in slightly.

natasha, once sure the pain went away, began to thrust gently, setting a slow and intimate pace. each movement was filled with love and adoration, her hips moving rhythmically against yours. "you feel so good, bunny. so perfect.”

you whimpered, body trembling with pleasure and need for more. "daddy! oh–more, more. please!”

natasha increased her pace gradually, her thrusts becoming more intense. "fuck–baby, i need to cum inside of you. i need to fill you up, sweet girl. daddy needs to claim you." she continued to move, her body pressed intimately against yours until she felt the climax building.

with a final thrust, the redhead released the cum inside your warm pussy, humping softly to ensure it stayed within you. "take it all, princess. you're so good for me," natasha praised, her voice full of pride and affection.

foreheads touching, breath ragged and sweet smiles painted your lips and bodies locked close, natasha caressed your hair, kissed you gently, and whispered sweet nothings. "you're my everything, bunny. you did so well," her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

she kissed you deeply again and again. your connection building stronger than ever, as you held each other close, the world outside fading away in the warmth of your shared love.

[rio-ava]

CALL ME ANYTIME - Natasha X Reader fic

Hi! This is my first time writing a fic, so please be kind <3

Part Two: https://www.tumblr.com/rio-ava/783485149917691904/call-me-anytime-natasha-x-femreader-fic?source=share

Warnings : noncanon age gap - reader 21, Nat 32

Word count: 3,465

Part One:

The air had a sharper chill than you expected as you stepped into Avengers Tower, nerves prickling at your skin beneath your carefully chosen blazer. This was it. THE interview. Exciting, yes. Terrifying? Absolutely.

You had just turned twenty-one. Fresh out of college in Boston, full of ambition and just enough naivety to believe you could rewrite your life from scratch. Moving to New York City had felt impulsive, maybe even reckless, especially so soon after the city had nearly been vaporized by a nuclear missile during an alien invasion. Your parents hadn’t exactly been thrilled about your choice. Understandably. But logic had never been your compass.

What really pulled you here, what made the danger worth it, was something, or rather, someone, else entirely.

Two years ago, you watched the Black Widow on a grainy TV screen in your college dorm, hurling herself into a swarm of alien monsters like she had nothing to lose and everything to prove. Red hair whipping, face unreadable, moves so fast they blurred. That was the first time you’d felt it: that magnetic pull toward someone who could end you without hesitation, but probably wouldn’t. Maybe it was awe. Maybe it was fascination. Maybe it was the part of you that had always been drawn to sharp things wrapped in silk.

You wouldn’t dare admit it out loud, but Natasha Romanoff was part of why you were here.

You signed in at the front desk with a shaky hand, trying to steady your breathing as you moved to sit in the sleek, intimidating lobby. The wait dragged on, minutes stretching like hours, and just as you were starting to spiral, you caught a flash of red in the corner of your eye. Your heart jumped. Could it be?

You turned sharply toward the entrance, pulse fluttering with the insane hope that it might be her.

It wasn’t. Just another applicant. Red-haired, sure, but not her. You let out a quiet breath and sank back into your chair, chastising yourself for being so easily shaken.

Finally, the door to a hallway off the lobby opened with a faint hiss. A brunette in a tailored black suit stepped out, holding a sleek tablet.

“Y/N L/N?” she called, glancing around the room. “Please follow me to begin your interview process.”

You stood quickly, too quickly, knees stiff, nerves sharp. One foot in front of the other, you followed her through the quiet corridor, each step heavier than the last. You’d been prepared for a panel of SHIELD operatives, maybe even a few intimidating execs.

You weren’t prepared for him.

Tony Stark sat alone in the interview room, leaned back in his chair like he owned the air itself. Which, to be fair, he probably did. A holographic display hovered around him, cycling through your resume, academic records… and things you definitely hadn’t included in your application. Things no one should’ve had access to.

He glanced up, grinning like he’d just pulled the sheet off a magic trick.

“Y/N,” he said smoothly. “Let’s talk about your college minor, your three deleted tweets from 2017, and every bit of your past!” he finished with a smile.

You froze for half a second. Then stepped forward.

So this was how the Avengers did job interviews.

After that remark, he didn’t say another word at for what seemed like forever, he just kept flipping through panels of glowing blue data. Your data. Academic history, social profiles, archived articles you forgot you ever wrote. It felt like watching someone dissect your entire existence with a swipe of his hand.

Finally, he looked up. Eyes sharp, amused.

“That,” Stark said, “is the kind of energy we need around here.”

You weren’t sure which part he meant, your confidence walking in, your clothes, or maybe just the fact you hadn’t passed out under his scrutiny.

“I want to preface,” he continued, “this will not be an easy job. Our little gang has a tendency to… unintentionally create global-level chaos now and then. Press-friendly? Not always. You sure you’re up for that?”

You didn’t hesitate. The question barely had time to settle in the air before you answered.

“I specialize in controlling narratives,” you said, voice steady. “Reworking events to match public perception and shape emotional response. If you’re asking whether I can handle it, the answer’s yes.”

He leaned back, appraising you in silence for what felt

“You’ll be working with the team a lot,” he said. “Which means getting up close and personal with their… less marketable sides. Rogers, for instance, Captain America. Sweet guy. Strong jaw. Smells like old-fashioned values and the kind of hair gel they don’t make anymore. He follows HR policy like it’s a religion. But hey, if you’re lucky, he might even let you touch the shield.”

You smirked despite yourself. The room was cold, the scrutiny intense, but somehow, this was starting to feel like solid ground. Like you might actually belong here.

Then Stark’s expression shifted. One brow ticked up.

“Says here in your file you interned for Mitt Romney’s presidential campaign?” he asked.

You blinked. Then let out a laugh, surprised.

“No, that’s incorrect,” you said. “I interned for Barack Obama’s campaign. Communications team. My parents are grassroots liberals, you can imagine how thrilled they’d be to hear I switched parties for résumé points.”

Tony glanced back at the glowing display, muttered something, and corrected the entry with a flick of his fingers. He almost looked annoyed. Not at you, at the error.

“Huh,” he said. “Romanoff must’ve gotten something wrong for the first time ever.”

You froze. Romanoff?

Your eyes shot up to his, searching for clarity, but the name already hung between you like a static charge.

“Oh, right,” Stark said, completely unbothered. “About that… I may have asked Romanoff, Black Widow, you might know her, to do a little extracurricular background checking on the applicants.”

You stared at him, silent. Processing.

He glanced at your expression and waved it off.

“Hey, don’t give me that look. I like to be thorough. Vetting people is kind of our thing around here.”

Then, almost under his breath, as he typed into his notes:

“Remind Natasha: she’s officially made her first mistake.”

You weren’t sure whether to feel smug, alarmed, or deeply intimidated.

The rest of the interview went smoother. Stark asked sharp, calculated questions. You answered with composure, keeping pace, doing your best to pretend you hadn’t just found out Natasha Romanoff knew your name, knew your life.

Thirty minutes later, you walked out of the lobby with your coat slung over your arm and your heart still racing. You felt good, like you’d nailed it. But underneath the pride, one thought wouldn’t stop circling:

Black Widow knows who I am.

And as much as you wanted that to feel like a victory, part of you couldn’t help but wonder if the digging she did would come back to bite you.

Or worse, if Stark would never let her forget the one mistake you made her make.

———————

You sat at your usual spot in the cozy coffee shop just a block away from Avengers Tower, fingers drumming anxiously on the ceramic cup of your latte. The steam was still rising from the surface, but you couldn’t bring yourself to sip it. You’d been checking your phone obsessively for the past four days - refreshing your inbox, checking for any sign of life on the other end, waiting for the call or email that would tell you whether or not you got the job.

Seven days, they’d said. And maybe your anxiety was a bit premature, especially considering it had only been four. But this was the opportunity. The kind of moment you could only dream about. You were not about to screw it up by being impatient - or worse, not being ready when the call came.

Just as you raised the cup to your lips, your phone buzzed loudly, startling you so much that you nearly sent the latte flying. You exhaled sharply, fighting to calm yourself under the growing stares of nearby customers. After an awkward beat of stillness, you answered the call from the unknown number, voice slightly unsteady.

“Hello?”

“I’m glad you don’t just hang up on unknown numbers like some rookie,” came the voice on the other end, unmistakably Tony Stark’s. “What if you won the lottery?”

You blinked, barely holding back a laugh. “…Tony?”

“Ding ding,” he replied. “You got it. I’ll cut to the chase: You’ve got the job. And I want you in here as soon as possible. How soon can you be here? I want you to meet the crew.”

The words hit you like a wave. You froze for a moment, disbelief rising in your chest.

“I got it? Really?” You couldn’t help the wide-eyed disbelief that slipped into your voice. It still didn’t feel real.

“You’ve got sharp wit, and you handled Romanoff’s little… fact-finding mission better than some of the other candidates,” Stark said, his tone casual, but somehow complimentary. “I think you’ll be a good fit. So, when can you get here?”

You didn’t waste a second. “I can be there in ten minutes.”

Stark’s voice brightened, as if your response had delighted him. “Now that’s the spirit. See you soon, PR Star.”

He hung up without another word, and the adrenaline hit like a burst of lightning. You wanted to jump up, spin in circles, maybe even scream a little - until you realized you were still in a very public coffee shop. You forced yourself to sit still, taking in a few calming breaths before glancing down at your outfit. A red hoodie and a pair of faded Old Navy wide-leg jeans weren’t exactly interview attire. At least not by the standards you’d imagined. A small stain on the left wrist of your hoodie reminded you that you weren’t exactly living the high life yet.

But none of that mattered now.

You rushed out the door, the walk to the tower feeling far shorter than it should have. Before you knew it, you were stepping into the elevator, Tony Stark waiting patiently beside you.

The doors slid shut, and Tony shot you a quick glance. “Ready to meet the gang? Or at least the ones who actually check their phones? Thor’s off doing something… less technologically advanced, apparently.”

You looked up at him, a little unsure. “Ready as I’ll ever be, sir.”

He smirked, clearly amused by your response, then stepped out of the elevator the moment the doors opened. You followed him into the heart of the Avengers’ home base. Your eyes immediately widened as you took in the sprawling space - a massive living room, a well-stocked bar, and a corner that looked suspiciously like a lab.

The scale of it was overwhelming. But what struck you more than anything was the people.

You had expected to be working with the Avengers, but seeing them all in one place—living and breathing and real—was nothing like what you’d imagined.

Steve Rogers was standing by the kitchenette, pouring coffee, and gave you a friendly wave as you entered. Clint Barton and Bruce Banner were lounging on the couch, nodding their greetings. Wanda Maximoff, perched near a window, turned to give you a brief, welcoming smile.

Then, Tony gestured to the room with a wave of his hand. “So, this is the whole crew, or at least the ones who decided to show up today. Thor’s off somewhere… else. And Nat? Well, she keeps to herself.”

You stiffened at the mention of Nat. The nickname, casual and familiar, sent a surge of warmth through you for reasons you couldn’t quite explain. You quickly composed yourself, hoping your face didn’t betray your thoughts.

The rest of the team went back to their business, but Tony’s voice drew you back to the present.

“We’ve got something for you to work on already,” he said, holding out a file. “Take this, and follow me. You’re gonna want to read through it.”

You took the file and opened it as Tony started rattling off media channels and social media accounts. Apparently, there was a huge story to spin, Bruce Banner had fallen from the sky, naked, and wrecked a building. A press release was needed, pronto. This was clearly your first real test.

But what hit you hardest wasn’t the overwhelming amount of work or the magnitude of the task. It was what Tony said next.

“Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you,” he said, motioning down the hallway. “Since we’re gonna need you at all hours, we’ve gone ahead and set you up with a room here on the tower. Same level as the rest of us, just in case we need to drag you out of bed for a crisis. Here’s the door.”

He opened it with a gesture, revealing a surprisingly spacious room. A queen-sized bed, a small seating area, a TV, and a bathroom that was definitely nicer than any apartment you’d ever lived in.

Your eyes widened. “Wait, this is… mine?”

“Yup. All yours.” Stark’s voice dropped slightly, a bit of a knowing smirk on his lips. “Oh, and if you need anything, Romanoff’s room is just across the hall. You’ll probably be getting acquainted with her soon.”

With that, Tony left you standing in the doorway, mouth hanging open. You blinked, trying to process what had just happened.

First, you landed your dream job. Then, you found out you’d be living in the Tower with all the Avengers. And now, you were just a few steps away from Natasha Romanoff’s door.

Life is strange. You couldn’t stop the thought from swirling in your mind.

And maybe… just maybe, you were starting to get the feeling that things were about to get a whole lot stranger

————————-

In the few days since you’d moved into the Tower, you could already feel the weight of the job settling on your shoulders. It was only Saturday night, and you’d already pushed out four press releases, each more demanding than the last. The sheer volume of work was daunting, but you knew it would only get worse before it got better. This was going to be a long week, a long month, maybe even a long year, but at least you were doing it at the center of the universe, surrounded by superheroes.

That night, as you collapsed onto your bed, you found yourself exhausted to the bone. Every muscle in your body begged for rest. But then, as if life had a cruel sense of humor, you realized the most inconvenient thing possible had happened, you were thirsty.

A dry throat was bad enough, but the thought of having to get up and look remotely presentable to get water from the communal kitchen seemed impossible. You didn’t want to make the trek to the kitchen, not when you were so comfortable in your oversized grey sweatpants, ancient hoodie, and the messiest of messy buns sitting precariously atop your head. You hadn’t even bothered to put on makeup. It was the kind of “messy bun” that only comes after a long day—and an even longer night.

With a resigned sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed, knowing the water pitcher in the kitchen was empty. You cursed the universe as you trudged down the hall, praying you wouldn’t bump into anyone. Your luck, of course, had other plans.

As you turned the corner into the kitchen, you collided with someone—and not just anyone. Her.

The notorious Natasha Romanoff.

Your mind went blank for a moment as you stumbled back, disoriented by the encounter. When you finally lifted your gaze, you found her looking down at you, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Of course, you had to run into her while looking like a complete disaster.

“Well, well,” she said, her voice smooth with a hint of amusement. “There’s the PR star who’s been causing quite a stir with the team. Seems you’re doing well if you’re still here a week after being hired.”

You were still reeling from the shock of her being here, let alone talking to you. Your words came out jumbled as you tried to compose yourself. “Uh, yeah. It’s been a lot. But fun. A good ‘lot.’ Not a bad ‘lot.’”

You swore she read your mind in that moment, her eyes scanning your body language with a precision that only someone like her could have. You knew she saw through the awkwardness, but still, she didn’t press. Instead, she softened, just a little.

“Well, I’m glad it’s been fun for you,” she said, a small pause hanging between you two. Then, as if she was about to walk away, she turned toward you again, her voice lowering slightly. “Oh, and by the way, I don’t make mistakes. Not until now. Not until you. You threw me off my pattern, but just this once.”

Her gaze lingered for a moment, and you caught the subtle flicker of something in her eyes—something unreadable, yet magnetic.

“See you soon, neighbor,” she added, her words carrying an unspoken promise, before she flashed you a sly smirk and a wink. You barely had time to process it before she sauntered past you, disappearing down the hall toward her own room.

Before she turned the corner, you called out on impulse, “Wait, Natasha, I—”

She stopped and turned back to you, a raised brow.

“Mm?” she asked, her tone casual, but there was a glimmer of curiosity behind her eyes.

You hesitated, then blurted, “It’s nice to meet you?”

A low chuckle escaped her as she stepped back into the frame of the doorway, leaning against the wall casually. “Oh. So incredibly sorry I forgot introductions. You can call me Nat,” she said with a smirk. “Only people I like get to call me that. Consider yourself lucky.”

She held your gaze for a moment longer, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on you, before she added, “Yeah. Don’t make me regret it.” With that, she gave you one last wink before disappearing down the hallway.

You stood frozen, still trying to wrap your mind around what had just happened. First, to your own innocent eye, you could’ve sworn she flirted with you. Then she gave you permission to call her Nat.

And now, you couldn’t help but wonder: what did that really mean?

[jesuistrestriste]

cw (18+) : dom!art donaldson, sub!reader, reader has afab anatomy, rough and messy fingering, squirting, dirty talk, multiple reader orgasms, art cumming untouched, tears from overstimulation

sometimes when art loses a match, he loses part of himself.

the shift in him happens so quick once he’s off of the court. you can merely blink, and just like that: he becomes a different person. one who you almost fail to recognize.

seeing that sweet, groveling, familiar expression on his face becomes a rarity during the following twenty-four hours after the loss. he gets quieter, his fuse gets shorter, and he begins to use your body like a stress toy. like it’s something to be squeezed and thrown around.

in other words, he gets a bit.. mean.

he lost a tournament earlier this afternoon, and that’s why he’s currently got you stripped down to nothing but your undies, sat in his lap with your back to his chest. his right hand is holding your right thigh to keep your legs open, while his left hand is down past the elastic band of the only garment left on your body. your head is tipped back onto his shoulder and he’s already murmuring the most painfully arousing things into your ear as he fingers you hard enough to have your hips jolting.

“fuck, you’re such a fuckin’ mess down here,” he growls through gritted teeth, his middle and ring finger nestled as deep as they can go into your core, curling and pumping and forcing out gushes of your fluids, “spilling all over our couch, gonna have to get it cleaned or something—“

your eyes are rolled back under low lids, and he knows you don’t have it in you anymore to respond to his taunting quips. he just keeps pushing the pads of his calloused fingers up into that special, spongy spot that makes fizzy little stars dance in your limited vision. it feels like carbonation in your brain and in your gut. he’s relentless. but you knew he’d be this way as soon as he lost the final point. belted out an expletive that made the crowd gasp, smashed his racket, and then rolled his shoulders. the look he gave you then before he fell sweatily into your arms told you everything you needed to know—he was going to take it all out on you later, exactly like he’s doing now, and then kiss it all better. just like he always does. it’s routine.

“mmn, hngh, g-fu-fuuuck,” you sob, your hands flying behind your head to hold the back of his short blonde hair, “aaah—!”

he knows what that means.

the lewd squelching of his digits inside you picks up in volume and in pace. he can feel your gummy walls beginning to pulse around his touch, pulling him in and pushing him out, like even your body isn’t sure what to say or do in response to so much pleasure. you’re drowning in all of it, and he’s holding your head under the water with nothing but love.

you’re coming again. this is the fourth time.

he moans as he feels you squirt, soaking your already-drenched panties, and he trembles when the warmth of your juices fills his cupped palm. he thinks about licking the remnants from his skin once you’re done. he dreams about letting you coat his mouth in your releases. maybe next time. maybe when he’s feeling like less of a failure; maybe when he’s not making you orgasm solely to prove that he’s still good at something.

when your body goes boneless over his own, he lets go of your right leg and rubs circles into your stomach.

“you’re still cumming, baby.. just like that.. keep it going..”

you can only wail in response, feeling the way he starts to use his thumb to flick over your swollen bud while he continues to relentlessly massage your g-spot.

“t-t.. tuh—too.. much..!” you shudder after a few more moments of overstimulation, sniffling and hiccuping, even if you know deep-down that you can take more.

he shushes you. sweet and soft. drags his hand from your stomach to your throat, and rests it there. he doesn’t squeeze, only wanting to ground and comfort you. it’s his way of silently saying “i’ve got you, you’re all mine, we’re almost done.. hang in there, honey..”

so you do.

it’s not like you can really deny yourself the release anyway, it’s too good to give up. he knows all of your weak spots and he abuses them so perfectly, it’s like a dream. an overwhelming, disgustingly wonderful dream.

one last flutter of his thumb over your bundle of nerves is all that it takes to tip you over again, and your stomach drops like you’re jumping off of a diving board from a height of fifty feet. it’s damn-near bruising.

you scream as it washes over you. he keens underneath your seat on him, and you can just barely make out the feeling of his cock jumping beneath his pants and his boxer briefs, his own orgasm involuntarily trickling in and overtaking his frame.

“oooh, shit, shit, shit,” he curses, rutting into your backside as he pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole to rapidly swipe them back and forth over your clit, “that’s it, keep going, you’re so perfect like this—don’t stop, please, don’t stop—“

you buck against his hand, crying out, and then pant like a little puppy when he starts to slow it down after several long moments. you truly can’t move a muscle, he’s turned you into a puppet with severed strings. he gives one last nudge of your sensitive spot with his fingertips, eliciting a whimper from your lips, and then pulls himself back. he sighs heavily with relief. he’s finally sated. he reaches to squeeze at your sides and your chest.

“you’re so perfect..” he whispers breathlessly, trying to bring you back to him, “just breathe for me, baby, you’re alright.. we’ll stay here—like this—for as long as you need, and.. and then i’ll make you some dinner. how does that sound?”

he waits with bated breath for an answer. a confirmation that he didn’t go too far, and that he made you feel good in the end. that you don’t think he’s some loser. that you think he can still win at something.

“.. y-yeah.. please..” you slur.

and that’s all he really needs.

[syluscore]

I'll Never Feel Ashamed

~re6! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

i wrote this request back in december for @death-paint 's birthday. i never got around to sharing it here and i believe our daddy dom leon here needs to see the light of day. i love you lill <3 thanks for the constant support, love, ideas, and motivation you always give me. xoxo

Word count: 1850

Content warnings: established relationship, calls reader housewife/good girl/whore/slut/crybaby/bitch in heat, condescending leon, dom leon, daddy kink, breeding kink, creampie, p in v sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation

!!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!!

You’re turning the heat down on the stove, reducing your homemade sauce to a simmer when his presence materializes behind you.

Your head whips around and a smile breaks out across your face. “Leon! You’re home early!” You place a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before turning back around and stirring your sauce. 

He nuzzles his face in your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. It has goosebumps rising across your skin. You’re gently biting your lip, trying to keep yourself focused on the task at hand. But he’s the most distracting son of a bitch to ever exist.

“I think the sauce is done. All I gotta do is pour it over the chicken and toss it,” you speak cheerfully. He still doesn’t speak, just hums into your skin before lightly sucking on it. 

“Leon-”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. Finish your chicken. Pretend I’m not even here.” He mumbles into your skin. He’s so close to you; you can feel the slight vibration from his throat as he speaks in that low timbery voice of his. 

All you can do is roll your eyes. Pretend he’s not even here? Right. As if he isn’t continuously breathing, kissing, sucking on the most sensitive part of your neck. As if his half hard dick isn’t starting to poke at your ass. 

You remove your sauce from the heat, slowly pouring it over the skillet containing your chicken. You’re trying to stir it, toss it, just anything, but he’s pressing himself so hard against you. He’s basically holding your body hostage where you stand. 

Another minute passes and you’ve successfully coated your chicken in sauce, turning the heat off. When you go to move–to grab plates to dish out the food–he stops you. Pulls your ass against his groin, forcing you to be hunched over and completely engulfed in him.

“Leon? You don’t want dinner?” You ask with a pout on your face and he can hear it in your tone.

“Baby. Not even gonna give me my appetizer? Tsk. You’re supposed to be my good little housewife.” He teases you and you have to force your eyes closed to prevent them from rolling back. You love when he talks to you like this.

“But I worked so hard on-”

“I know you did, sweet girl. Don’t tell me you’re not soaked right now just from a few kisses on this neck. How wet are you already for me?” He cuts you off, leaving you with your mouth gaped open subconsciously. Brain already foggy from him barely touching you. All you can focus on is his body heat against you and his dirty words. 

You whimper, “So wet. Throbbing so much it hurts.” Your cheeks heat up at the words leaving your lips, but it’s worth it. Worth him groaning into your hair, pulling both of your hands behind you and forcing your wrists together. 

He stands up straight and pulls you along with him. Walking you to the back of the couch, pushing your hips into the back of it and pushing your chest down. He releases your hands so that you can brace yourself, pushing your hands into the seat cushions to keep yourself steady.

“Just shut up and take it for me, yeah?” He pulls your pants and panties down in one swift movement. You moan out at his words and he chuckles at you. “What? Don’t wanna be a good little housewife for me? Wanna be treated like a dirty little whore, hmm? Or does it not matter to you? As long as you’re getting fucked, you don’t care what else I say or do.” His hand smacks your ass hard and your feet nearly leave the floor from how hard you jump.

“Nooooo, daddy. I’m your pretty housewife. I’m a good girl for you,” Your voice is super high pitched and whiny. And it drives Leon absolutely crazy. Such a sweet, shy girl completely flipping a switch and becoming a needy slut for him? Yeah. He’s going mad.

“You know how you can be such a good girl for me, baby?” His hands are caressing your hips and plump ass. Your body always sends him into a trance. He can’t get enough of you.

You look over your shoulder and hum in intrigue at him. His dirty blonde fringe falls in front of his eye as he smirks at you. “Let daddy pump you full of cum. Let me breed this tight cunt until I know my baby is in there. You’d be such a pretty mama for me. Stomach all round with the proof of how well I fuck you. Doesn’t that sound nice? Let me bury my cock so deep in this cunt that your body can’t help but take my child? You want that, baby?”

Your eyes gloss over as he continues to speak to you. Just when you think he’s done, he just keeps going. 

“Oh fuck. Yes! Want you to fuck a baby into me. I need it so fucking bad,” Your voice is pleading. Your mouth waters as his hands leave your body and he slowly starts to fumble with his belt.

“Well, of course, sweetheart. All you had to do was tell me. Daddy will breed a baby right into this hot pussy. I can see how fucking wet you are; all ready to be bred until you can’t take it anymore. Don’t you worry, baby. You won’t have a choice. Gonna give you all my babies.”

He frees his cock from his pants and you can see how fucking hard he is. He strokes his hand teasingly up and down the length of his shaft. “How bad do you want it, baby?”

You can’t stop yourself from whining. You’re so wet, you can’t take anymore teasing. You’re a minute away from reaching down and touching yourself. You’re so desperate for some sort of stimulation that all shame is leaving your body. All that matters is your pleasure.

“Daddy! Stop teasing me,” your voice nearly breaks. You want to cry from how much you want it. No. Tears are falling from your eyes; you are crying from how much you want it.

“Awe. Such a little crybaby. So pathetic–crying for daddy’s cock like this. Patience is a virtue, you know that?” You’re about to bite back at him when he finally shoves his dick into your hole, bottoming out immediately. “Oh fuck, baby. Cock slid right in. Even this pussy is a crybaby for me.” He chuckles at you.

But you don’t care, not at all. Your eyes are squeezed tightly shut as your pussy squeezes even tighter around him. 

You don’t mean to. You can’t help but slowly push your hips back and forth on his cock. You need him to move and your brain is so gone that you can’t even utter the words to ask him for it.

“Look at you,” Leon coos out as he removes his hands from your hips, lazily placing them on his own. “Go ahead, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock like a bitch in heat. Being such a good little slut–breeding yourself on my cock like this.” 

His words are making you work yourself faster on his cock. His filthy words only work you up more and more. You could cum like this. Shit. You might cum like this and he can feel it too.

“That’s it; fucking just like that. Show me how much you need daddy’s cock. Cum on daddy’s cock and I’ll fuck you like the slut you are. Fuck you as hard and as deep as you like.”

You’re pathetically moaning nonstop. All you can focus on is the pleasure; how fucking close you’re getting. 

Leon bends over, slipping his hand down between you and the back of the couch. His fingers immediately connect with your clit and the change in position has shifted the angle of his cock.

Your hips stop moving as his cock stays pressed firmly up against your sweet spot and his fingers quickly rub your clit in the exact way you like. The way that has you clenching around his cock and cumming hard around him.

Your head is thrown back as you moan out loudly through your orgasm. Your hips start to shake as the overstimulation hits and he removes his fingers from your clit. He straightens his back and uses his feet to kick yours even further apart, spreading your pussy even more open for him.

He stares at your leaking cunt with admiration. Your fluids are coating your thighs and it looks like fucking Heaven to him.

He doesn’t give you very much time at all. You’re still panting and shaking with aftershocks when he shoves his cock back inside of you, immediately starting a punishing pace.

“Oh! Fuck! Daddy, I-” You try to tell him how you can’t take it. How it’s too much and it hurts, but the words won’t formulate. They won’t string together and form any sort of coherent sentence. 

You're basically lying limp over the back of the couch, your head and arms laying limply over the cushions.

He grabs your throat with his hand and pulls you up, bringing your back to his chest. His other hand grabs your hip and pulls you off the ground. Your legs immediately tuck under yourself, but he quickly forces them apart. 

Your ankles are up against your ass cheeks and your knees are spread far apart on the back of the couch. Your hands shoot up, gripping to the forearm of the hand that’s wrapped around your throat. 

You aren’t holding yourself up at all. It’s all of Leon’s sheer strength holding you against him. And his thrusts never falter. The new angle has your eyes rolling back and drool dripping down your chin. 

“There you go,” His cheek is right up against yours. You allow your head to completely lol back and lay softly over his shoulder. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna breed you, fuck. Gonna give you a nice cream pie, baby. You want that? Wanna be stuffed with my cum?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” It’s the only word you can think of. The only word you can force past your lips. 

His hips stop as he buries his cock deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan right into your ear. And you’re moaning right back from the sound of him cumming and the feeling of his cock so deep in your tight pussy.

You stay like that for a minute, both trying to catch your breath again. 

You think he’s going to pull out of you when he shifts, but he starts slowly pushing his cock in and out of you again.

“Leon!” You squeal out as he starts to slowly and steadily pick his thrusts back up.

“Dumb girl. You think one cream pie is gonna be enough to get you pregnant? I told you I was gonna be sure, baby. Gonna be nice and thorough. Won’t stop until I’m shooting fucking blanks.”

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[bytemee]

MAKE A WISH — yu jimin.

"it's your birthday, make a wish."

synopsis. it's your birthday.

pairing. sugar!mommy!karina x beefy!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ (smut), g!p reader, dom!karina(?), oral (r receiving), unprotected sex, finishing inside ahaha, she calls u good girl ahahadiohgjh, L smut, and let me know if there's more!

words. 2. sum k

authors note. would become an idol just to try the cakes they give them and drop it on purpose

navigation. main masterlist. request.

you barely had the energy to unlock the door.

your body ached from another brutal shift, your mind foggy from endless assignments and back-to-back exams. all you wanted was to collapse face-first into bed and maybe sleep for twelve hours straight.

your birthday barely crossed your mind.

but the second you stepped inside, the scent of something sweet hit you—vanilla, caramelized sugar, and something faintly floral.

karina stood in the center of your small apartment, looking devastatingly beautiful in an off-shoulder black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. her hair fell over one shoulder in soft waves, framing her lovely face and bright smile.

a small, elegant cake sat on the counter, a single candle flickering on top.

and then, there were the gifts.

boxes—neatly wrapped in expensive paper—lined your coffee table. chanel, cartier, prada. a sleek black bag sat beside them, probably stuffed with things you couldn’t afford even if you worked a hundred shifts.

you sighed, dropping your bag. “karina…”

she tilted her head. “you sound disappointed.”

you stepped closer, rubbing a hand down your face. “i told you not to get me anything.”

a slow smirk curled her lips. “and i told you it wasn’t up to you.”

your shoulders slumped as you sighed, but before you could say anything else, she was already moving. in a few steps, she was behind you, her hands sliding over your shoulders, applying just enough pressure to make you groan.

“you work too hard,” she murmured, kneading into the knots at the base of your neck.

you let out an involuntary hum, your body betraying you as you melted beneath her touch.

“i have to,” you mumbled, leaning back slightly.

karina tsked, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “not tonight.” she reached forward, resting her hands on your shoulders as she guided you toward the table. “sit down, baby.”

you didn’t have the energy to fight her, so you sank into the chair in front of the cake. the small flame flickered, casting warm light across karina’s features as she leaned against the counter beside you.

“make a wish,” she said, her voice softer now.

you stared at the candle, feeling a lump rise in your throat.

there were so many things you could wish for—less stress, more sleep, a break from the relentless pressure of school and work.

but the truth was, the only thing you wanted was her.

so, you closed your eyes, inhaled deeply, and blew out the candle.

when you opened them again, her hands slid down your arms, her lips brushing your cheek. “good girl,” she murmured against your skin.

a shiver ran down your spine, heat pooling low in your stomach.

you turned your head slightly, catching the teasing smirk on her face. you bit your lip, fighting a smile as she pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. it was a quick brush of her lips, but it sent your heart racing. “if you keep calling me that,” you muttered, “i’m gonna start thinking you want something from me.”

karina chuckled softly, pressing another kiss to your neck. “who says i don’t?”

a soft sigh escaped you, your eyes fluttering shut as you reached for her, fingers curling around the silk of her dress as you tugged her closer. she let you, settling between your legs with an amused hum.

her hands slid down your arms, fingertips tracing the veins along your forearms before she intertwined your fingers with hers.

“you’re supposed to be the one spoiling me tonight,” you murmured, squeezing her hands gently.

karina leaned in, her nose brushing yours, her breath warm against your lips.

“then let me,” she whispered.

you didn’t hesitate.

tilting your head, you closed the distance, capturing her lips with your own. karina released your hands, reaching up to cup your face as she kissed you back eagerly. there was none of her usual finesse, none of the slow buildup that drove you wild. it was all heat and desperation, tongues sliding together, teeth clashing in their rush to taste each other.

and god, did she taste good.

it made your head spin as she pressed against you, her lips moving against yours hungrily. your hands came to rest on her waist, holding her close as she pushed forward. her thigh slid between your legs, dragging against your groin as she crowded you against the table.

a moan slipped past your lips, swallowed by her kiss.

she pulled away just far enough to rest her forehead against yours, her dark eyes filled with lust.

you tightened your grip on her waist, tugging her down onto your lap as her fingers threaded into your hair. karina let out a small gasp, her hips rocking against yours instinctively as you buried your face in the crook of her neck. you trailed kisses along her skin, biting softly at the juncture where her shoulder met her neck. she rolled her hips again, sending another jolt of arousal straight to your front.

the scent of her perfume filled your lungs with every shaky breath you took, drowning out the sweetness of the cake beside you.

"best birthday gift ever," you mumbled against her collarbone.

karina laughed, the sound bright and beautiful. "wait! try the cake."

you pulled away, cocking an eyebrow.

she smiled, reaching over to pluck a fork off the counter before scooping up some frosting. she lifted it toward your mouth, watching as your lips parted obediently, taking the bite without question.

"mmm," you sighed happily as the vanilla melted across your tongue.

karina smiled, pulling the fork back. you watched as she licked the remaining frosting from it, swallowing thickly when she caught you staring.

"want another?" she asked, lifting another forkful to your lips.

you nodded, opening wide as she slid the bite into your mouth. you moaned at the taste, closing your eyes to savor the rich chocolate. when you opened them again, karina's gaze was fixed on your lips, her own parting slightly as she watched you suck the last bits of frosting from the fork.

karina’s fingers twitched against your arm.

her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching just enough for you to catch it.

"careful," she murmured, leaning in.

your pulse roared in your ears as her lips brushed your jaw.

"or i might start thinking…"

she kissed the corner of your mouth.

"that you’re the one who wants something."

your grip tightened on her waist.

"maybe i do. it's my birthday after all," you murmured back.

she set the fork aside, pushing away from you to stand upright. she held out her hand, and you took it, letting her pull you up and toward the bedroom. you felt a flush spread across your cheeks, warmth flooding your chest as she guided you to sit on the edge of the bed.

her hands cupped your face again, tilting your head up as she leaned in to kiss you. you could still taste the chocolate on her tongue as it slipped past your lips, dancing over yours in a teasing motion. her fingers slid into your hair, twisting it lightly as she pulled away.

"let's get this off," she whispered.

she tugged at your shirt, helping you out of it before tossing it aside. her fingers traced along your collarbone, down the slope of your shoulders, nails scraping lightly over your ribs. her hands roamed lower, fingertips brushing over your stomach, tracing the firm lines of muscle with a featherlight touch.

"i love your body," she murmured, almost to herself.

her nails dragged lightly across your abs, teasing the defined ridges, before pressing just a little firmer. "so strong," she mused, hands ghosting over your sides, fingertips skating along every dip and curve.

her hands found your hips, thumbs stroking across the sensitive skin as she leaned in again.

she pressed soft kisses down the column of your neck, pausing to nibble at your pulse point. her lips curved into a smile against your skin, and you shivered.

"my big, strong baby."

you could hear the amusement in her voice, and you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in your throat.

"are you making fun of me?" you asked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

"not at all," she replied, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

she flashed a playful smile, leaning in for a quick peck before dropping to her knees. you watched as her fingers slid over the waistband of your jeans, unbuttoning them deftly. "rina—"

"shh," she said, her tone gentle. "let me."

you swallowed, nodding.

she tugged at the material, easing it off your hips. you lifted them slightly, allowing her to slide the pants down, her eyes fixed on your face. once they were gone, she placed a kiss against the inside of your knee, then the other, her hands resting on your thighs as she continued upwards.

"such a good girl," she breathed.

you shuddered.

karina nipped at your thigh, making you gasp, her teeth sinking deeper. you groaned as her tongue soothed the bite, tracing along the mark before moving higher. she stopped just below your boxers, looking up at you through her lashes.

you sucked in a sharp breath, anticipation building in your stomach. "you want it, baby?"

your head was spinning, every nerve ending firing. you could feel yourself getting harder, and she hadn't even touched you yet.

you bit your lip, nodding eagerly.

"use your words."

"yes," you breathed. "please."

she smiled, pressing one last kiss to your thigh before shifting closer. she ran her hands up the length of your legs, her fingers trailing over the fabric, tracing the outline of your bulge. you whimpered, trying not to buck into her touch.

"so eager."

she tugged your boxers down, freeing your length, her hand wrapping around the base. you couldn't help the groan that spilled past your lips, and her smile widened. she pumped slowly, working you over in long, firm strokes.

"fuck," you muttered, arching into her grip.

she lowered her head, her tongue darting out to swirl around the tip, lapping at the precum leaking from the slit. your eyes rolled back as she took you into her mouth, the warmth and wetness enveloping you completely.

she bobbed up and down, sucking hard while twisting her wrist just right. you reached for her hair, tangling your fingers in the soft strands, tugging gently whenever she did something particularly pleasurable.

your hips jerked forward involuntarily when her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, drawing another moan from her lips.

you watched as she pulled off you with a pop, releasing your cock so she could reach up and cup your face again. her thumbs stroked across your cheekbones tenderly. "i love how you feel inside me," she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips.

she released you, pushing herself to her feet and stepping away.

"get on the bed, baby."

you crawled backward obediently until your back hit the headboard. she climbed onto the mattress beside you, straddling your lap, her thighs bracketing yours. her hands slid beneath the straps of her dress, slipping them down her arms and shimmying out of the garment.

you stared openly, drinking in the sight of her beautiful body—the smooth expanse of her skin, the curve of her breasts, the slope of her waist, the swell of her ass. she smirked, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and letting it fall to the side. you leaned forward, taking one nipple into your mouth and sucking lightly as your hands squeezed her hips.

"god, you're perfect," you mumbled between kisses.

she laughed softly. "don't stop," she murmured, pushing gently against your chest. you released her breast, trailing kisses down the valley between them. "that feels amazing," she breathed, leaning back to give you better access. you switched to her other breast, lavishing it with attention.

her hips rocked against yours, grinding against your length, coating you in her arousal. you groaned, thrusting up instinctively. "baby," you whined. "please."

karina hummed, pulling away from you. "you want to fuck me?" she asked teasingly, reaching down to stroke your cock.

you nodded desperately, panting heavily.

she lifted her hips slightly, allowing you to guide your length into her entrance. she sank down slowly, inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut as she stretched around you. your head fell back against the headboard, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. once she'd taken all of you, she paused for a moment, adjusting to the feeling.

karina's eyes opened again, gazing down at you hungrily. "fuck," she moaned, rolling her hips experimentally. she was beginning to believe it was her birthday, not yours. to have you here, like this, moaning beneath her.

her own personal gift.

you gasped, nails biting into her skin. "rina…"

"i know, baby," she whispered soothingly, lifting herself up slightly before sinking back down onto you. your hands moved to grip her waist, guiding her movements as she set a rhythm that had you both gasping for breath.

you arched into her, burying your face in the crook of her neck as her walls fluttered around you. "so good," you mumbled.

"yeah?" she replied, grinning.

"yeah," you replied, lifting your head to meet her gaze. "so fucking good."

her smile was soft and warm. her hands framed your face, brushing your hair off your forehead before she leaned in. you pressed your lips to hers, kissing her slowly and sweetly. karina melted against you, her tongue sliding past your lips to caress yours. her arms slid around your neck, holding you close as you moved together, your hips meeting each thrust.

she broke the kiss with a gasp when you hit a particularly sensitive spot, throwing her head back. your eyes widened at the sight, taking in the way her breasts bounced with every movement, how her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted.

she was beautiful.

you trailed kisses along her collarbone, biting softly before nipping at the hollow of her throat.

"oh," she sighed, rolling her hips harder, grinding against you.

"you like that?" you asked, your voice rough and low.

she nodded, a small whimper escaping her lips. "yes."

you grinned, repeating the action, adding some pressure to her clit. she moaned louder, her fingers tangling in your hair and tugging lightly. "don't stop," she breathed. "keep doing that."

you obliged, pressing a kiss against her pulse point.

"come on, rina," you said, gripping her hips firmly and thrusting up harder. "tell me how much you like it."

she cried out, her back arching as you continued your ministrations.

"i love it," she managed, breathless. "i love the way you feel inside me."

you groaned, sucking a mark into her neck as she spoke. "fuck, rina…"

she pulled away, leaning back until she was practically sitting in your lap, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. your grip tightened on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. "so big," she moaned, rolling her hips again, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you.

"karina…"

your eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as you chased your high. "mm, i'm close," you warned her.

she hummed, speeding up her movements as she rode you harder. you thrust upwards, meeting her every stroke.

"me too," she panted, squeezing your shoulders tightly. "don't stop."

your breath caught in your throat, chest heaving with every ragged breath. your climax was building rapidly, heat coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach, threatening to snap at any moment. "fuck," you gasped.

"please," she begged. "i need you."

"i'm right here," you promised, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, burying your face in the crook of her neck.

"please," she repeated, nails scratching along your scalp. "i want it so badly. please, please, please," she murmured, cupping your cheeks. "i've got you. i'm gonna take care of you, baby."

your jaw clenched, your eyes squeezing shut. "rina, fuck. i'm gonna—"

a string of curses fell from your lips, hips jerking erratically as you spilled into her. your entire body trembled, the force of your orgasm leaving you dizzy. you were vaguely aware of karina's hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer as her hips continued to move, riding out her own release.

your name fell from her lips, a chorus of desperate whimpers and gasps, until finally she collapsed against you. you held her close, stroking her hair while she recovered.

"i love you," she whispered, lifting her head to meet your gaze. "so much."

"i love you too," you replied, smiling softly. "thank you."

she shook her head. "no, thank you." she leaned in, capturing your lips with hers, kissing you deeply and passionately. "happy birthday, baby."

you beamed. "best birthday ever."

"better than the cake?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

you laughed. "well…maybe not."

karina snorted, burying her face in your neck.

[jinxsfavv]

Pt.2 of loser vi with mean reader. This time we're MUNCHINGGGG. In honor of @fairexy78

Warnings: sub!vi, oral(vi receiving), implied taller reader, no implied race or weight

After you fucked Vi senseless, you lean down to plant a kiss on her swollen lips. You take the handcuffs off and she winces in pain. "Sorry baby" you pout, rubbing her sore wrists. She wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close. You press kisses all over her flushed face as she hums in content.

"How 'bout a shower baby?" You offer. She nods weakly and you almost laugh. You rise off her strap and take it off. You lead her to the bathroom, guiding her to sit on the toilet seat as you get the shower ready. Once its nice and hot, you pull her in.

She sighs as the hot, steamy water hits her. As you're cleaning her up, she looks up at you with those god forsaken puppy eyes. You catch on quickly.

"Really? Again?" You cant help but smirk. She whines in embarrassment. You giggle and push her back against the shower wall. You press yourself closer to her and plant kisses on her neck. You go down, down, down alllllll the way until you reach her tummy.

You look up at her and she's biting her lip, waiting for you to continue. She would tell you to stop teasing but she's a good girl and knows to wait for you. You take notice of this and smile. You run your hands up her thighs and under, grabbing a fistful of her ass and bringing her closer to your mouth.

As you lick your first stripe up her soaking cunt, she throws her head back and whimpers. You smile once more before sucking her swollen clit into your mouth, all the while you're looking up at her pretty face. Her eyebrows are furrowed, mouth slightly open, and eyes shut tight.

"Look at me" you demand, and she immediately follows. She looks down at you and in response, you suck harder. You're eating her like a starved woman and shes whining like a kicked puppy. She's getting close now. She grabs onto the top of your head, trying to ground herself but her wobbly legs give her away.

"You can cum Violet. C'mon. Cum in my mouth baby. Give it to me" you ramble as her whines get louder, echoing off the bathroom walls. She ruts her hips against your face until she falls apart. She moans loudly and presses your face deeper into her cunt.

Once she's come down, you stand and cup her face with your hands. You press a soft kiss against her lips and whisper, "You did so good baby. Always so good for me" she sighs and presses her forehead against yours. "Love you" she whispers. You smile. "Love you too baby"

you finish cleaning her up and guide her out of the shower, into the bedroom, and onto the bed. You pick out some pajamas for the both of you and settle into bed. She lays her head on your chest and wraps her arms around your torso like a koala. You press one last kiss to her forehead, whispering a goodnight and one more i love you before she drifts off to sleep.

[lolastrniolo]

TAKE IT / M.S.

summary: your boyfriend matt got a little excited while watching a show with you, so you let him have his way with you.

contains: smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, hickeys, stomach bulge, slapping, spitting in mouth, size kink, dom!matt, established relationship, no use of y/n

wc: 1.9k

a/n: english is not my first language

the sound of the television filled the room as you traced slow circles over matts bare skin, your head rested on his chest. his hands played with your soft hair, his fingers massaging your scalp slowly. suddenly, an erotic scene beamed on the screen, in full explicit detail. matt cleared his throat and shifted his position, slightly pulling at his sweats as he did so. your eyes followed his movements, and eventually landed on the growing tent in his pants. he was praying you wouldn’t notice his arousal, but it was pretty hard to miss, to say the least.

“really, matt?” you picked your head up and looked at him with a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “sorry, this is embarrassing, i feel like a teenage boy.” he covered his face with his hands and let out a loud groan. “no, no, it’s fine!” you tried to conceal your amusement, but failed miserably when you let out a loud laugh, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth.

“see, you’re making fun of me!” he laughed with you, now also covering his mouth with his palm, aware of the fact your sister was asleep in the room across the hall. “sorry, it’s kinda cute tho, you getting worked up so fast.” you bit your bottom lip before straddling his lap, your heat hovering right above the bulge in his pants. he sat up and grabbed your hips to reposition you on top of him, his back now pressed against the headboard. he grabbed the remote and shut off the tv without breaking eye contact with you.

“you don’t wanna watch anymore?” you asked, acting oblivious. “nope”, he said, “done watching.” he closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips to yours, his hands immediately snaking around your waist. your lips moved against matts, soft moans and sighs escaping both your lips as you grinded your hips against his. his hands slid their way down to your ass and gripped it, guiding your movements.

he flipped the two of you around in one swift motion, pinning your hands above your head. “what do you want” he whispered, his lips inches away from yours. “you know what i want…” you didn’t wanna give in, avoiding the words he wanted you to say. he stood up from the bed and grabbed you by your legs, pulling you to the edge of the mattress with minimal effort. you loved the way he manhandled you, the way he threw you around. “i don’t know what you want, not if you don’t tell me.”

“matt, please…” you begged, “i need you.”. your hands were propped up behind you to hold you up as matt stood in between your legs. he softly traced your cheek before grabbing your chin and tilting up your head, making you look up at him with a desperate look on your face. “tell me exactly what you need, yeah? and i’ll give it to you.”

“your tongue” you finally confessed, the wetness between your legs growing with the second. “good girl.” matt got on his knees without breaking eye contact. he looped his fingers in your sweats and panties before looking up at you, and as soon as you nodded, he pulled them both down to your ankles before discarding them to the other side of the room.

you propped yourself up on your elbows and watched the way matt trailed kisses along your inner thighs, before sucking harshly on the skin, leaving behind some dark purple marks. “matt, enough teasing.” you groaned, throwing your head back in frustration. he chuckled and shook his head before finally licking a long stripe up your wet slit. a loud moan escaped your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “ah- f-fuck!”

“you taste so good”, matt mumbled. he grabbed both your legs and let them rest on his shoulders, gripping your thighs as he ate you out. soft moans escaped his lips, you could tell he loved every second of what was happening, he might have been enjoying this even more than you. you furrowed your brows as your eyes shut, the pleasure completely overtaking your body. you tried closing your legs in around his head when he started sucking on your clit, but matt forced them open easily.

suddenly, the sound of a door creaking and footsteps were heard across the hall. you quickly pushed back matts head, “fuck, my sister’s up…” you looked at him wide-eyed. he had an annoyed look on his face, frustrated he had to stop his work. a few minutes later, the sound of her door closing was heard, meaning she was probably back in her room. “you think she’s gone?” matt asked, still on his knees. “i don’t know… probably.” you responded, uncertain. that was all matt needed to hear, “good enough”, he whispered, before grabbing your thighs and pushing himself into your heat again, his tongue working between your folds.

you tried to be as quiet as possible, praying your sister wouldn’t hear the way matt made you feel, but matt wasn’t having it. “why are you holding back?” he questioned, his eyes locked onto yours. “i can’t, matt- my sister will hear.” you respond breathlessly. “i don’t give a fuck, wanna hear those pretty moans of yours.” he says, before back into your soaking pussy.

you didn’t need to be told twice, loud moans falling from your lips, “matt…” you whined, “oh my god”. you sat up and propped your left arm up behind you, your right hand flying to his hair. matt flattened his tongue against your folds, letting you do the work. you grinded your hips into his face, legs shaking around his head, your grip on his hair growing even tighter. he recognized your movements immediately and slid two fingers into your dripping hole, curling them up to get you closer to your climax.

the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter, before finally snapping. the hand that was previously in matts hair slapped over your mouth as a loud gasp escaped your lips. matt worked you through your orgasm before removing his fingers and getting off his knees, standing in between your legs again. he brought his two fingers to your lips, “open,” he said.

you obeyed without question, opening up your lips and letting him slide his fingers into your mouth. you sucked on them greedily, tasting your own juices on your tongue. matt swore he could’ve came in his pants just from that sight, the desperate look on your face as you sucked your juices off his fingers, looking up at him with furrowed brows. “fuck, you look so good like that”, he rasped, his voice hoarse. he released his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop before running his fingers through your hair, tugging on it a bit to tilt your head back.

he hovered his face right above yours, and you quickly got the hint, opening up your mouth again. he held your jaw as he let a string of saliva drop from his mouth into yours. he smirked as he watched you swallow his spit, “face down, ass up.” he demanded. you did as told, arching your back for him, your pussy on full display.

you looked back over your shoulder, watching matt take off his boxers and sweats, on which had already formed a small wet patch from his pre-cum. you felt the mattress dip as matt situated himself right behind you and gripped your hips. “think you can take a little more, pretty?” he asked. “yes, i can take it, please.” you whined, wiggling with your ass a little to signal what you wanted.

matt chuckled at your greediness and slid his tip through your folds a few times, before lining himself with your entrance and slowly pushing in. moans and groans fell from both your lips as matt filled you up, completely bottoming out. “fuck, you’re so big…” you praised, you knew matt loved hearing it, and you loved saying it. it was the truth, after all. he probably had the biggest dick out of all the guys you had slept with.

matt grabbed a fistfull of your hair, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand as the other gripped your hip. he tugged on your hair harshly and slid his length almost all the way out of your pussy, before slamming back into you at full speed. you let out a loud cry, gripping the sheets underneath you to ground yourself in some way. matt lifted his hand and slammed it back down on your ass, leaving a red hand print. he pounded into you with no mercy, manhandling you as he groaned and moaned.

you had totally forgotten about your sister at this point, loud moans and screams falling from your lips, luckily slightly muffled by the pillow your face was pressed into. “m-matt, oh my god! fuck- d-don’t stop!” you pleaded. “fuck, good girl. take it- fucking take it. look at you, all fucked out.” he rambled, completely lost in essence as he slammed his length in and out of you repeatedly.

in one swift motion, he flipped you over, so you were now in a missionary position. “wanna look at your pretty face while i fuck you” he rasped. his left hand was gripping your thigh, nails digging into your skin. with his free hand, he pushed up your tank top to free your tits. he furrowed his brows and let out a groan as he watched the way your tits bounced as he slammed into you.

his gaze then lowered down to your stomach, seeing it bulge every time he bottomed out. he brought his right hand to your stomach and pressed down, his jaw hanging slack as he felt his cock slam into your walls from the outside. he grabbed your hand and replaced it with his, making you feel just how deep he was. you stared up at him with your mouth agape, “matt, ‘m gonna- gonna cum” you spoke out in between breaths and moans.

he slid his hand in between your legs, rubbing tight circles on your clit with his thumb. “cum again for me, baby.” he groaned. your legs trembled and your toes curled as you finally reached your climax, this one hitting even harder than the previous one. waves of pleasure ripped through your body as you threw your head back. matt finished shortly after, his hips stuttering and his head dropping forward as he coated your walls in his cum before collapsing next to you on the bed.

after a while of heavy breathing, you both finally caught your breath, chuckling from exhaustion. you cuddle up to him and reach over to grab your phone from the nightstand, your eyes immediately widen when your screen lights up, seeing multiple messages from your sister:

‘oh my god, shut the fuck up!!!!’

‘girl i’m trying to sleep please do this at his house.’

‘i’m so done with y’all. i’m smacking you both so hard tomorrow.’

you showed matt the screen, and his jaw dropped. you locked eyes with him before bursting out into laughter. “why did you decide to go live with your sister again?”

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[blueheron15]

Can you write JJ being sooo rough with reader after Rafe flirts with her

BOOM SHAKALAKA YES LAWWWD 🙌🔥

just imagine ur at a kegger. the sun is nearly setting, and your sweat and sunscreen are sticky as you dance sensually to the blasting music, one hand threading through your slick hair as you wiggle your hips, giggling with sarah, cleo and kie.

you wander off to get another drink, and rafe can’t help but notice how you’re gorgeous and glowing. your tits are practically spilling out of your top and your jean shorts are soo tiny. he takes a puff of his joint before pushing himself off the tree he’s kicked back against before approaching you.

he gets to the beer bottle you are reaching for first. “allow me” he says cockily with a wink. you scoff. he bites the cap off with his mouth, offering you the bottle.

“rafe, be so for real.” you roll your eyes, reaching for a different beer.

“hey.” he says. a bit harsh, but more commanding. seductive. “i offered you this beer. been hearin all this shit how you’re the islands sweetheart. so be a good girl n take it, yeah?”

you can’t even respond due to your notice of his eyes flicking up and down your body.

“ya know, you look pretty hot for a pogue.”

before you have the chance to raise your middle finger, you feel a booming presence behind you. a familiar hand grips your hip harshly.

“the fuck you think you’re doin?” jj spits.

rafe raises his hands in mock surrender. “jeez.” he says, in that slurred, drawn out and thought out voice of his. he lets out a breathy laugh. “you pogues… so tense. cant a guy have a lil fun round here?”

“nah, not with my girl you can’t.” jj seethes.

“alright man” he concedes. “just chill out, bro.” he fake smiles, slamming the bottle into your chest, but glaring at jj behind you. “just take this, tho. the little slut of yours wanted it real bad.”

jj immediately shoved you to the side, lunging at rafe. they threw a couple of swings at one another, but you were able to end the fight pretty quickly. this was bound to happen at keggers, anyway.

jj sniffed, sweeping a hair through his blond locks as he watched topper and kelce parade rafe away through narrowed eyes. “get the fuck back to your side of the island and stay there!”

“screw you!” rafe roared.

“jj!” you chided. half annoyed half concerned. placing one hand on his beefy bicep, and one cradling his face, you forced him to look at you. “you didn’t need to do that! i had it handled! are you alright, though? i-“

he looked at you intensely, breathing raggedly. he whispered possessively. “only one who gets to call you a slut is me.”

you knew what that meant. when jj was in his dominant, rough moods, you were in for the best pain imaginable.

he sped back to his house (faster than he normally drives) knowing that luke was god knows where, and knowing your screams and moans were going to be loud enough to disturb the whole cut.

he fucks you roughly from behind on his bed. one hand keeps your ass pressed flush against his hips, the other grips your hair into a ponytail.

he throws his head back and lets out a grunt. your practically drooling onto the pillow, your eyes rolling back into your head as you go completely cock dumb.

he trails hot kisses up your back, slipping his hand to squeeze your neck and leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“takin it so good for me, hm?”

all you can do is moan in response, prompting him to squeeze your throat tighter. “y-yes!” you choke out. it’s part moan, part plea, part pain.

“yeahhh you are. like the little slut you are for me. only me. fucking say it.” he practically seethes.

“only y-you, jay. only you!” you moan.

even after your pussy squirts all over his cock, he relentlessly drills himself into you. until you continue to cum and cum over and over again.

[singmyaubade]

Good Luck Babe

poly!marauders x nerd!female!reader

summary: after being a wallflower throughout your first five years at hogwarts, you always thought that you could be invisible. but when you hear the marauders talking cruelly about you and proceeding to ask for your forgiveness after, well good luck babe.

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, reader wants to kill the marauders , swearing, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), jealousy

a/n: oh hey... this is kinda based on those cliche 2000's movies where the girl is ugly but not really and she has that glow up or whatever. this was written so quick and not proofread, don't kill me. i hope you enjoy and as always, i apologize if you hate this!

STARTING off your sixth year at Hogwarts being an entirely new person wasn't something that you had planned or expected.

On the inside, you felt exactly the same, the same girl who was bold and could ferociously win a fight when it came to her character.

The same girl who was witty and sarcastic, surprising half of the people around you when you made a joke once in a lifetime.

But on the outside, you didn't have an awkward mis-shaped bob and you no longer wore baggy jackets that didn't do a thing for your figure.

And you didn't hide your face anymore, trying your best to be invisible.

It wasn't that you were shy or that you felt like a loser but you thought social hierarchy was bullshit and the only thing you wanted to focus on was your studies.

You may have been a brave Gryffindor on the inside but on the outside, you had to play the part of a shy mouse as corny as that sounds.

Unfortunately for you, invisibility only tends to last for so long until one moment, you are a nobody and then all eyes are upon you.

And maybe, just maybe, if you hadn't heard the Marauders discussing you the previous year, you would have stayed the same.

You had passed by the boys dormitory to give Remus his textbooks back as you always did when you let you borrow when you heard them speaking of the very person behind the door,

"I still have yet to understand why Lily and the rest of them act like she's some charity case," James huffed, "I mean, she's not some sick patient, they only feel the need to pity her because of how she looks."

You always knew that James had a foul mouth but to be speaking about someone like this, it was cruel.

Remus hissed, "That's not nice Prongs,"

"I'm not even saying it to be a dick!" James groaned, "I just mean, I pity her more for the fact that they don't even invite her to anything outside of breakfast and dinner," He explained, causing Remus to go silent.

Sirius chuckled, shaking his head. "That's absolutely horrid."

James reclined on his bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "I’m just saying, if I were Y/N, I’d be mortified."

Your eyes widened as they began to water, they were speaking about you.

Remus leaned against the wall, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Maybe she just doesn’t want to hang out with Lily and the others."

"Moony, seriously," James shot back, sitting up. "Where is Y/N right now, and where are the other girls?" His eyebrow cocked, trying to make his point as Remus silenced.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Why don’t we investigate for ourselves?" He unfolded the Marauder's Map with a flourish. "Alright, we’ve got Lily, Dorcas, Mary, and Marlene all at Hogsmeade, but Y/N is..." His voice trailed off, eyes narrowing.

James leaned closer, annoyance creeping into his tone as he grabbed the map, "She's-" He stopped, the color fading from his face.

"Fucking spit it out!" Remus said next as he snatched the map finally and saw that the map had shown that you were right outside their door.

"Shit!" You heard Remus say as he started making his way to the door.

Hearing his footsteps approaching, you quickly moved away from the door, bolting for your room.

Once you made it back to your dorm, you had sinked the floor. You put your hand on your mouth, muffling yourself as you cried silently.

You honestly hated to even say it but you did consider Lily and the rest of them your friends. You had never really thought about how they didn't invite you to places.

And if you were being truthful, they had never asked you to have breakfast or dinner with them.

You had always just assumed that you could join but they never told you to leave or swooshed you off. Another part of you hated how stupid you were, trying to intrude on their private time.

You didn't want to let it get to you what a bunch of seventeen year old boys were saying but it did sting horribly.

But in a way, it also motivated you to be who you were on the inside. You already had the top marks in your entire year and your plan to work in the Ministry after Hogwarts had already been set.

And now your chance to be something at Hogwarts was right in front of you, an opportunity that you couldn't miss.

You had to do it for yourself.

The Marauders had no idea who you truly were or even cared to know. And although Remus was kind to you, you could always see that he never made any effort to be your friend.

Not that you expected him to but it only taught you that they truly thought you were some hopeless case.

And an assignment to make the Marauders bite their tongues was one that you couldn't bare to fail.

After hearing that, you decided to avoid the Marauders for the next month, especially with summer break approaching. To your surprise, you barely saw them outside of classes, never giving them a chance to reach out—even Remus.

And then that summer, everything changed. You let your hair grow past your shoulders, embracing your natural curls instead of straightening them. You started wearing clothes that were trendy and form-fitting, a huge contrast to your old style.

You discovered a newfound love for self-care, enjoying the process far more than you expected. Each day felt like a transformation, and by the end of summer, your mother couldn’t help but notice. “Finally listening to me about your style, huh?” she teased.

You only laughed as you embraced her,

If only she knew what had caused it in the first place.

As you said goodbye to your family, anticipation mingled with dread. You knew the train ride would be the least of your worries, but the welcome dinner and the ceremony ahead felt like they might just be hell reincarnate.

As you entered Hogwarts, you admired it as much as you did when you were a first year. The castle was something you considered a second home and everything about it was magical, there was no doubting that.

A crowd of students, including yourself, moved toward the Great Hall, and you settled into your usual seat at the Gryffindor table.

You spotted the Marauders and the usual group of girls approaching, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. They took their usual spots in front of you, with the girls on one side and the boys on the other. James sat beside you, and Lily was directly in front of him.

You never quite understood why they arranged themselves like that, but it hardly mattered in the moment.

They were busy in conversation before James had noticed someone next to him, his eyes widening. You couldn't quite read his face but it seemed like a mix of confusion and flustered.

You stared at him back but he still had yet to mutter a word. You cleared your throat, "Uh hello," You practically whispered.

He snapped back into reality, "Oh sorry, hi," He muttered back.

Silence took over you both as James couldn't find the words of what to say to you.

On one hand, he wanted to call you beautiful, to tell you that you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. On the other, he just wanted to stare at you for a few more minutes like a creep.

Lily noticed his gaze and leaned in, smirking. "Excuse my friend; we’re still trying to figure out if he has a brain."

"I thought we solved that decades ago," Marlene chimed in, stifling a laugh.

Lily turned to you with a curious smile. "I don’t believe I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?"

Are you actually fucking kidding me?

You scoffed, "I'm Y/N,"

The entire group looked at you in awe, even the ones who weren't chimed in on the conversation.

"Y/N L/N?" Sirius asked, mouth gaping.

"Yep, that one," You snorted.

They all looked like they had seen a ghost, "You look different," Marlene said as Mary shoved her.

"She means in a good way!" Mary added.

"Uh thanks," You said, awkwardly.

They all continued to stare at you like you were an exhibit in a museum, their eyes scanning you up and down.

"Do you all mind not staring at me?" you asked, trying to break the tension. They all looked away, feigning innocence as they muttered apologies.

"How have you been?" Lily asked, clearly trying to ease the awkwardness.

"Fine," you replied, your tone clipped.

You caught the pained expressions on the Marauders' faces, realizing they were the reason for your dismissive attitude.

"That's great," Lily said, forcing a smile.

You felt a wave of frustration at the awkwardness surrouding you and decided it was time to escape. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you announced, heading toward the exit before they could respond.

As you walked away, you could already here the mutters and whispers emerging from the table, the fascinating topic being you.

You paced as you heard footsteps trailing behind you, but you ignored them, letting your gaze wander around the castle.

"Y/N!" someone called out, startling you.

You turned to see Sirius, James, and Remus hurrying after you. You only let out a snort before continuing your same way.

A hand suddenly reached around your forearm as you turned to see Remus. You quickly snatched your hand away, finally stopping to look at the group of boys who you despised.

Crossing your arms, you shot them a hostile look. "What?"

"We just wanna—"

"We're so—"

"Listen, we just—"

They all spoke at once, but you scoffed and turned back toward the bathroom, starting to walk away.

You were hoping that they would realize you wanted nothing to do with them but instead, it only made them want to chase you more.

They quickened their pace, and you spun around sharply. "For fuck's sake, what do you want?" you snapped.

James took a breath, his expression earnest. "I'm sorry for what I said. I've been thinking about it since you left. I was an awful twat, and you didn't deserve a thing of what I said."

You let out a sarcastic laugh, "Are you serious?" You asked as your expression changed to furious, "You basically called me a loser and said that Lily and the rest of them were only hanging out with me out of pity,"

James hissed as your statement, feeling the razor in your voice.

"-And now you all want to act as if I should just forgive you since I don't look the same anymore," You got closer to James's face, "Fuck off."

You turned your heel again and this time, the boys didn't follow you.

You finally entered the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you struggled to read the expression on your face. You were furious at the Marauders, and the idea of forgiving them felt impossible.

Yet, there was a flicker of gratitude that you felt for the change you’d undergone. You’d gained a new confidence that felt good, but the sting of their cruel words still lingered in your mind.

And you knew that you couldn't let it get to you but knowing they thought that of you, even Remus. It still did things to you that you would never admit out loud.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized it was almost time to head to the dormitory.

The rest of the night had flown by, with first years being introduced to their new home for the next six years while everyone else relaxed in the common room. Despite curfews, fifth years and above knew they could hang out longer—the curfew was mostly for the first years anyway.

"Caput Draconis," you muttered, and the Fat Lady nodded, granting you entrance.

Stepping into the common room, your heart sank as you spotted the last group you wanted to see. They noticed you just as quickly, encouraging you to pick up your pace toward the dorm.

"Hey, Y/N!" Dorcas called out, making you wince as you turned to see her waving.

The Marauders looked down, shame etched on their faces, avoiding your gaze as if you were Medusa.

You approached them slowly, dread settling in your stomach as they eyed you like a science project.

"We were just about to play a fun little game," Dorcas said enticingly, while Marlene snorted beside her.

"I don’t know if Spin the Bottle is a great idea for the first night back," Marlene added, taking a sip of her beer.

"A little peck never hurt anyone," Lily chimed in, clapping her hands together.

Of all people, you’d never expect Lily Evans to approve such a thing. This was the same girl who nearly fainted when she heard about Marlene and Dorcas kissing the previous year.

"I don’t know if this is the game for me," you replied, eyeing the group warily.

"Of course it is!" Lily insisted, but you raised an eyebrow. "Oh my gosh! Not like that, I just mean it's a fun game for us all to play," she quickly added, looking flustered.

Part of you wanted to say no and retreat to your bed, but that was the old you, and you knew it wouldn’t help. This was a new year, and you were determined to embrace new experiences.

Besides, you’d never participated in any scandalous games for all of the years you've been at Hogwarts—it felt like a crime in itself.

So, after a moment’s hesitation, you said, "Okay, sure." The girls erupted in cheers, while the Marauders exchanged worried glances.

What if you had to kiss one of them? Would you refuse and create a scene? Would you want to strangle them for even suggesting it?

The possibilities raced through their mind, but there was no turning back as everyone began to form a circle.

As you sat in the circle, a shiver of nervousness enveloped you. You had never kissed anyone before and the whole thought made you nervous within itself.

Don't get it wrong, you've had chances but they never seemed right and you certainly weren't kissing Matthew Trunchbull underneath the bleachers of the Quidditch field.

So when you got offered a shot of firewhiskey to cool your nerves by Marlene, you took it happily as it burned down your throat.

You brushed off all the negative thoughts entering your mind,

What really is the worst thing that could happen?

[humpster35]

You gonna be good for us?

Chratt x Reader

|Contains: established relationship, threesome, unprotected sex, dom!chris, soft!dom matt, no incest, use of handcuffs and swearing.

A/n: This is my first time writing Chratt Smut so i’m sorry if it’s not good💌🍓

Y/n and Chris have been dating for around a year now. Their sex life was fine in y/n’s eyes. Chris however, was always the type to wanna try new things. He had bought these red handcuffs back in june, that he occasionally used only when he would fuck y/n during doggystyle. But right now Y/n only had one thing on her mind, during the beginning of their relationship, Matt and y/n used to flirt until Chris scooped in and made y/n his own.

Y/n was thinking on those times as she lay her body against Chris’s. He lazily thrusted up into her. The feeling of his bare cock hitting her cervix, though lazily, made y/n’s pussy clench around him. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about Matt?

“Hey.” Chris’s voice snapped y/n out of her thoughts. He started to speed up before she could say anything. The sound of her moans echoed upstairs. The sound breaking all sound barriers of Matt’s walls.

As Matt sit there at his desk, he gripped his cock and covered his mouth. The whimpers that spewed out only further got more sloppy and messy as he heard y/n’s ass slapping up and down on Chris’s dick. He could just imagine how good she must feel, how tight, how warm…and how much he should’ve been the one filling her up and not Chris.

Matt stops touching at his dick, leaving it still on hard as he tucks it into his waistband and creeps downstairs. His feet move as quiet and stealthy as a cat. As he got closer to Chris’s room, he could hear Y/n moaning things like “ahhh Chriss.” and “mmm cum in my little pussy.” His heart rate sped up and he gnawed at his bottom lip.

The creaking of the bed, the headboard slamming into the wall only made his cock drip precum. Deciding to say fuck it, Matt reached into his waistband and let his dick spring out. He hissed as he felt the tip touch his forearm for a mere second. It gave him only a glimpse of how good he would be feeling inside of someone. Not just anyone, Y/n.

Matt softly opened Chris’s door and watched with wide eyes, the scene unfolding before him. Y/n was straddling Chris’s lap, her hair was messy and sticking to her body. The sweat on her body made the clapping of her ass cheeks more lewd as Chris’s cock went in and out of her. It was clear Chris had made her think she was doing all the work, but underneath her, his hips moved in tune with her own movements.

Y/n was so lost in the feeling of Chris’s cock until she heard someone say “fuck.” She didn’t stop—couldn’t stop due to Chris holding her hips in place to get his strokes in. Instead of telling Chris that someone was watching, she decided to look over her shoulder and that’s when she saw Matt.

His face was halfway visible, though she could tell his eyes were closed in concentration as his veiny hand gripped his dick with urgency. The bottom of his pink lip was hidden by his teeth gnawing down on it. Y/n moaned and started to grind on Chris’s cock. She wanted to imagine that a whimpering Matt was underneath her so she could ruin him.

Chris was almost on the verge of climax until Matt’s whimpering became too much. Chris immediately jumped up to sound of his brother in the doorway.

“Matt what the fuck?”

Matt’s hips jerked forward as he came. The cum landed on y/n’s left ass cheek which made her blush and grind a bit on Chris’s dick.

“M’sorry. I didn’t mean to-.”

Chris smiled at looked at how Y/n was blushing at all the attention she was receiving. The way her body remained connected to him and how her pussy got even more tight as she heard Chris confronting Matt, told Chris all he needed to know.

“You wanna get fucked by both of us ma?”

Matt and Y/n’s eyes widened as Matt put away his dick. Did they hear that right? With a whine from y/n, Chris lifted her off of his lap and tucked in his dick.

“If you want this, you’re gonna have to work for it.” Chris looked over at Matt and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Right Matt?”

Matt looked at Chris with a blank expression before letting out a low chuckle.

“He’s right doll. If you’re gonna be a slut then you have to show us how badly you want it.”

Y/n clenched her thighs together

She had never felt so intimidated and turned on in her life. Seeing the two brothers standing there, both so different in their own way, only made her more needy. She stood up and slowly walked towards them.

Y/n was gonna test the waters. See if Chris was actually serious about this.

Matt lifted his head up a bit. His eyes still dead on her, and watched as Y/n slowly took her hand up and down on his chest.

Chris watched in amusement at Y/n’s actions. His arms were folded and he nodded his head to give her permission to continue.

“Wanna make Matt feel good Chris.” Y/n softly spoke and looked down at her feet. She knew that Matt himself was more dominant than her but, she also knew that she had the power to ruin him, make a mess out of him.

Chris chuckled and placed his hands on the sides of Y/n’s hips.

“I bet you do. Matt’s been wanting that, haven’t you Matt?” Chris smirked at Matt knowing that he took the girl he’s brother has always wanted.

“Fuck off Chris.” Matt retorted as he pulled out his dick for Y/n to suck on.

Y/n’s eyes widened as Matt put her on her knees. She was now face to face with his cock, Matt was much longer than Chris. His dick had blue veins coating it, the tip was almost a bubblegum pink and she opened her mouth.

“Yeaa-. That’s it, fucking take it.” Matt groaned while he pushed his dick to the back of y/n’s throat. He made her choke as he didn’t waste anytime on moving.

Y/n moved her head as much as she could, in the same rythm Matt decided to move. The sounds of gagging and slurping was all the came out of her mouth. She rested her hands on the side of his pelvis to maybe help steady herself.

Matt saw this and shook his head, he sped up as the bucking of his hips made Chris laugh. He watched as his brother started to lose himself on only Y/n’s mouth. Chris then positioned himself behind his girlfriend, giving her no time adjust, as he slams his cock into her pussy.

“Fuckkk.” Chris groaned and his hand smacked her ass, leaving behind a print. His dick moved at a fast pace inside of her, Y/n moaned around Matt’s length and he grabbed her hair, starting to make her head move the way he wanted it.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Matt started biting his lip hard. The way his dick would hit the back of Y/n’s throat paired with how warm and wet her mouth was. It was too much, and too tight.

Y/n choked as she felt Matt’s cum shoot out. He held her head in place and bucked his hips more into her mouth, chasing his orgasm.

Chris never let up. He was starting to sweat by how fast he moved, the bucking of hips and clapping of y/n’s ass back against him made him slow down. He took his shirt completely off while still thrusting into her.

Matt pulled his cock out y/n’s mouth, and slapped her face with it. There was still a little cum that landed between eyes.

“Little slut.”

Matt took his shirt off also, he walked to Chris’s bedside drawer and pulled out the tiny red handcuffs.

“How bout we use these.?” Matt held them up so Chris can see.

Chris nodded and threw his head back before pulling out suddenly.

Y/n practically fell to the floor, her body felt spent and she didn’t have the energy to stand up. Matt held his hand out, waiting for her to take it.

“May I?”

Y/n blushed at how soft Matt was being with her and nodded. He helped her walk to the bed with Chris preparing the pillow he was gonna give Y/n to hold onto.

“Baby, hold this.” Chris passed her a pillow with a black cover over it. It was the pillow he always slept on.

“Chris I can’t take it, I don’t think I can take more.” Y/n looked down at the bed, feeling Matt arch her into position.

Matt rubbed her back and ass, he was more gentle than Chris. That’s what she always liked about him.

“I’ll go slow okay?” Matt’s voice was quiet and soothing.

Y/n nodded and Chris decided to stand on the side of them.

“Alright I wanna use these now. You gonna be good for us?”

Chris moved the pillow and threw it back to its original place.

Y/n could hear the handcuffs and she blushed at the thought of Matt being this way. She didn’t know he could be dirty.

“Yes. I’ll be good.”

Matt bit his lip again, he placed the handcuffs on her wrists tightly. He then took his cock, slapping it on her ass a few times, before slowly sliding in her.

Y/n was tight. Matt had never felt something so tight in his life. His hands gripped her hips hard, while Y/n struggled to stay upright.

“Fuck. Y/n.”

Chris kissed her lips and then put his cock to her face.

“Open up for me baby.”

Y/n was hungry to taste his cock. She loved sucking her boyfriend off. Chris’s cock was huge and thick, she always got a mouthful.

“You gonna be good?” Matt started to moan, the slow but deep thrusting of his cock made Y/n shiver everytime he would pull out, then push back in.

“Matt I think she’s kinda busy right now.” Chris chuckled seeing the fucked out face of girlfriend. Her mouth was occupied by his cock and her arms constantly moved. She tried her best to push Matt’s hips away.

“Shit. I don’t think Ima last long.” Matt started to speed up. He grabbed a fist full of y/n’s hair started thrust into her like he was riding a horse. The loud moans of Y/n got muffled by Chris’s cock. She tried her hardest to move away, she couldn’t take it. Matt’s dick was much longer and curved at the end.

“Ouuh-baby. Yea take my dick in your throat.” Chris also grabbed at the girls trying to make her swallow more of him.

Matt kept a tight hold onto her hair, he would smack her ass then scratch down her back a bit. The pain mixed in with pleasure made Y/n’s pussy tighten as she could feel her orgasm building up.

Chris started to cum after three more thrusts. He shot his load into Y/n’s mouth, not even bothering to move so that she would swallow it all.

“Swallow it. Like the whore you are.”

Once Y/n’s mouth was finally free, she had tears streaming down her face from overstimulation. She felt Chris kiss her lips, her pussy still being fucked into by Matt.

“M’not a whore.” She started to whine. Matt shut her up though, a firm smack to the ass and he pulled her head up to look at him.

“Oh baby. You are a whore. This what you wanted?” He started fucking into her faster, the tip of his dick reaching her cervix.

“Y’like getting fucked by two men huh?”

Chris undid the handcuffs and Y/n’s hands immediately fell on the bed. Chris smirked, he pulled her in closer to him.

“It’s okay baby. i’m here” He kissed her lips deeply. Matt continued fucking her hard, the sloppy thrusts only signaled to Y/n that he was close.

Matt let go of her hair. Y/n’s head fell down and he pushed her into a deeper arch. He fell in love with the way her ass would jiggle so much from the constant bucking of his hips.

Chris felt Y/n start squeezing his hands. He also knew that she was close, Chris put his fingers into y/n’s mouth.

“Spit.”

Y/n obeyed and he felt Chris start rubbing her pussy. She lay her head on his shoulder while Matt started to squeeze her hips more.

“Ohhhhh-fuck. Fuck, i’m gonna fucking-.”

Matt pulled out quickly and stroked his cock, his cum shooting onto y/n’s ass.

“Chris don’t stop. Fuck i’m so close.” Y/n felt her body tense up, she started playing with one of her boobs.

“Cum for me. Cum for me baby.” Chris bit his lip and then started to make-out with Y/n. His fingers were so thick and he would rub her clit fast, Y/n couldn’t handle this because she already came once when Matt was fucking her.

“Chris—please, i’m gonna cum.”

Matt bent down and grabbed her ass. He dove in between them, then started to lick from her asshole to pussy.

Y/n immediately threw her arms around Chris. It was now the two boys pleasing her, Chris’s hand was still rubbing at her clit, while Matt worked on her asshole and the bottom of her pussy. This feeling was becoming too much and she couldn’t stay still.

“I can’t take it.”

Chris wrapped his arms around her upper body and held her in place while smacking at her ass. Matt’s tongue poked inside of her tight asshole and this was the first time anyone has done that. He was hungry for her, to taste every part of her.

Matt knew that this was a once in a moment thing and he was gonna make the best of it. Chris and Matt then placed Y/n on her back. Chris opened her legs and started sucking on her pussy.

“You taste so fuckin good ma.” His tongue was long and the feeling of his stubble caused y/n to completely let go. Her arms lay above her and her tits got played with by Matt.

“You’re so fucking pathetic.” Chris slapped y/n’s thigh as he got up.

Matt then took his position, his tongue slowly licked down from y/n’s stomach, then, he only kitten licked the clit. He knew he was teasing her but he didn’t want her to cum that fast.

“Matt please let me cum.” Y/n’s voice was hoarse from all the screaming she did. She even grabbed Matt’s head and put it more into her pussy, but Chris grabbed both of her wrists.

“As you wish.” Matt smirked then held her thighs down while sucking on her clit. His tongue lapped up and down her slit then it went back to the clit, he even stuck his tongue inside of her pussy.

Y/n immediately came. She couldn’t handle the stimulation she was getting. Chris started to lick and suck on her boobs while Matt did his job.

Matt spit on her pussy then rubbed it in. He started licking the clit more until he saw y/n’s legs shaking from overstimulation. He stopped and wiped his face.

“Aight Matt I think she’s done.” Chris let y/n’s wrists go and the girl lay there limp. He peppered her face with kisses and hugged her tightly.

“I love you baby. You did so good for us.” Chris kissed her lips endearingly. Y/n smiled at him and then pulled Matt in for a kiss.

Matt laughed and started to put his shirt back on. Chris stroked Y/n’s hair, they all needed to catch their breath. But both the boys knew that Y/n was the one who had been doing so well at taking them, so they gave each other a silent glance.

“Matt go run the water in the bathtub.”

Matt nodded and got started. Chris lifted Y/n, carrying her to the bathroom so that she wouldn’t have to walk. Matt added her favorite body wash, Chris pulled out his phone and went on uber eats.

“Aight Matt in like twenty minutes they’re gonna be bringing us all chipotle.” Chris put Y/n in the bath tub and then headed out so he could clean the room.

Once the room was clean and so was Y/n, all three of them sat in the living room to watch a movie together. Y/n rested her head on Chris’s shoulder, his arm was wrapped around her while Matt held her hand.

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Hi love the yandere fics here’s mine with a yandere karina noona with a subby malereader with some smut please

Noona's Favorite (SMUT)

dom!Noona Karina x sub!Male Reader

AN: Surprise Smut Y'all! Hope y'all like this one!♥️ I'll be back by the weekend again!😭🫶🏻

It started subtly at first. Karina had always been a doting older sister, a little overprotective, a little too touchy, but nothing alarming. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You were used to her treating you like her baby, pampering you even when you insisted you could handle yourself. But lately, it had become more than just affectionate teasing. She decided what you ate, what you wore, and even who you could talk to. She didn’t outright forbid you from having friends, but whenever you made plans, she conveniently needed you at home. If you resisted, she’d pout, guilt-tripping you into staying. And if guilt didn’t work? Her tone would turn sharp, a quiet authority in her voice that made you shudder.

It was easy to dismiss as just Karina being Karina—until you realized you hadn’t hung out with anyone outside of her in weeks.

One evening, as you sat on the couch, Karina sat beside you, pressing close like she always did. Her fingers lazily played with the hem of your oversized sweater—one that she had bought for you. “You’ve been so good for noona lately,” she murmured, her voice a mix of amusement and something deeper, something possessive. “I like it when you listen.”

You swallowed hard, staring at the television, pretending not to notice the way her fingers trailed up your arm. “I’m not a kid anymore, noona,” you muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “You don’t have to—”

Her nails scraped lightly against your wrist before she gripped it, cutting off your words. “But you are mine,” she whispered, leaning in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Aren’t you?”

Your breath hitched. The air between you felt too thick, too charged. You tried to pull away, but her grip tightened. Not enough to hurt—just enough to remind you of the power she had over you. “Noona…”

She hummed, tilting her head, a knowing smile playing at her lips. “That’s not a no.”

You looked away, your heart hammering against your ribs. She had always been overwhelming, but lately, it felt like she was actively trying to break you down.

And maybe the scariest part was that it was working.

You weren’t sure when exactly you stopped fighting. When did it start feeling natural to wait for her approval before making decisions? When did you start looking forward to her praise, her touches, her attention?

One night, after she had dressed you in the clothes she picked out—something soft, something that made you look smaller than you were—she sat you on her lap, her arms wrapped around your waist. “Such a good boy,” she whispered against your hair, her fingers tracing patterns on your thigh. “Noona’s so proud of you.”

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t move away. You should have. You knew this wasn’t normal. But when she held you like this, when she spoke to you like you were something precious, it was so hard to think of anything else.

She had won.

It wasn’t until she started locking the doors that you realized how deep you had fallen.

“Noona,” you said one night, watching as she casually turned the key in the front door. “Why are you locking it?”

She smiled, pocketing the key. “Because I don’t want my baby running off.”

A chill ran down your spine. “I—I wasn’t going to—”

She stepped closer, her fingers tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet her gaze. “You don’t need to, do you?” she cooed. “Everything you need is right here. With me.”

Your breath came unevenly. She was too close, her scent intoxicating, her touch warm yet suffocating. “Noona, this isn’t…”

“Shhh.” She pressed a finger to your lips, her expression soft but firm. “I know what’s best for you.”

And the worst part was… you believed her.

You stood up, stretching. “I think I’ll take a bath.”

Karina tilted her head. “A bath?”

You nodded. “Yeah… I just want to relax for a bit.”

She pursed her lips, then closed the gap on you gracefully. “I’ll help.”

You blinked. “Noona, I can—”

She was already firm with her decision, fingers grazing your collarbone. “You’re always so shy,” she murmured. “Let noona take care of you.”

Her hands found the hem of your shirt, and before you could protest, she was pulling it up, her eyes gleaming with something dark, something possessive. “Let me make sure you’re all clean,” she whispered.

Your breath hitched as she guided you toward the bathroom, her grip on your wrist firm, unyielding. She gazed at you, her fingers reaching for your waistband.

“You don’t have to do this, noona,” you tried, but your voice came out weaker than you intended.

She only smiled, her fingers ghosting over your skin. “Shhh, just let noona take care of you. Isn’t that what you always want?”

Your heart pounded as she stepped closer, her gaze never leaving yours. Her fingers traced over your exposed skin, slow and deliberate, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. “I love how obedient you are for me,” she whispered. “You were made to be taken care of.”

She hung up the towel with a practiced ease, setting out the usual hygiene essentials before turning back to you.

You kept your head down, heat creeping up your neck, your bare skin prickling under her gaze. It was humiliating—being this exposed, this vulnerable in front of her—but Karina only smiled, tilting her head like she was enjoying the sight.

Without hesitation, she reached for the shower, twisting the knob until warm water cascaded down. “Let’s begin,” she murmured, her voice smooth, unbothered, as if this was just another normal routine between you.

At first, it was. She rinsed you carefully, fingers moving with practiced ease, lathering soap over your skin like she had done this a hundred times before. But then, her hands wandered lower—slow, teasing, tracing a path down your stomach.

Your breath hitched.

Her touch was different now, her fingers gliding over you with a pace too slow, too sensual to be anything but intentional. A quiet moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Karina leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear, her voice nothing more than a whisper. “See? Noona knows exactly what you need,” she purred. “So stop fighting it, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

Her fingers wrapped around your cock, warm and firm, moving with an agonizing slowness that sent a shiver down your spine. Her strokes were teasing, deliberate—just enough to keep you tense, to keep you hard, but never enough to satisfy.

Karina stayed close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered sweet, possessive words, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re so sensitive,” she cooed, giving you a slow, purposeful squeeze. “So obedient for noona.”

Her pace gradually quickened, the slick glide of her hand becoming more intense, more intoxicating. Every stroke, every whispered word sent waves of pleasure through your body, making it harder to think—harder to resist.

As Karina maintained her steady, intoxicating pace on you, her free hand moved to the hem of her shirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted it over her head, revealing the curves of her body—her bra struggling to contain the weight of her full, perfect breasts. The sight alone had you swallowing hard, your cock twitching in her grip.

She noticed. Of course, she did.

“Does noona look that good, baby?” she cooed, a teasing smile playing on her lips. She let the fabric drop carelessly to the floor, tilting her head as if she was waiting for your answer.

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe properly. The way her fingers moved along your length had already stolen most of your composure, but now? Now, with her bare skin right in front of you, your mouth was dry, your throat tight.

Karina giggled at your silence. “You’re so cute when you’re shy,” she murmured. Then, without breaking her rhythm, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down inch by inch, revealing the delicate black lace of her panties—so sheer, so sinful, that it left little to the imagination.

Her eyes darkened as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “You don’t have to hold back anymore,” she whispered. “Noona knows exactly what you need.”

Your moans grew louder with each passing second, your body trembling under Karina’s touch. She stood in front of you, barely clothed—her toned stomach, her soft, supple curves all on display—while her hand worked you at a pace that kept you teetering on the edge, never quite letting you fall. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew how to toy with you, how to drag out every second of pleasure until you were completely at her mercy.

She caught the way your gaze kept flickering down, unable to resist staring at her chest—the way her breasts strained against the flimsy lace of her bra, the way they moved with every small motion.

A sly smirk spread across her lips. “You keep staring, baby,” she mused, her voice dripping with amusement. “Do you like noona’s tits that much?”

Your breath hitched, heat burning through your body, but before you could stammer out a response, she leaned in closer, her tone turning even more seductive.

“Tell me… how would it feel if I let you between them?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out—just shaky breaths and the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Karina knew exactly what she was doing to you, how easily she could turn you into a trembling mess beneath her touch.

Before you could even process it, she pressed closer, her soft, warm skin enveloping you as she nestled your cock between the plush valley of her breasts. A teasing smile played on her lips as she gave an experimental squeeze, trapping you between them before slowly beginning to move.

A low, broken moan slipped past your lips, your hands instinctively gripping her shoulders for support. The heat, the softness—it was overwhelming, and Karina reveled in your reaction, keeping her gaze locked on yours as she continued.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she murmured, her tone laced with amusement. “Don’t hold back, baby… I want to hear you.”

You struggled to keep yourself together, but Karina had no intention of letting you. She wanted to remind you exactly what you were—nothing more than her submissive boy.

She toyed with your length, slowly pressing her soft mounds around it, trapping you in warmth. Every time the tip peeked out between her breasts, her tongue was there, flicking against it with deliberate, teasing strokes.

"Aww, look at you," she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. "So desperate, so easy to control."

You let out a shaky breath as she continued, the slick heat of her tongue making it impossible to hold back your reactions. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she slid you free from her cleavage and tapped your length against her hardened nipples. Each slap sent a jolt of sensation through you, and she smirked at your helpless whimpers.

"You like that, don’t you?" she teased, pressing your tip against her stiff peak, making sure you could feel every inch of her. "Come on, baby, don’t hold back. Tell me how good it feels."

You whimpered out an answer, your voice shaky, needy—"Noona… you feel so good… so warm…"

Karina's lips curled into a smirk, clearly pleased with your response. "Mmm, I know, baby," she purred, her pace on you growing faster, more relentless. The slick heat of her touch, the way she worked you so effortlessly—it was too much.

Your body tensed, breath hitching as that familiar, dizzying pressure coiled tighter in your core. She could feel it, sense it. "Getting close, aren’t you?" she teased, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "Go on, baby… let noona feel all of it."

Within minutes, the tension in your body snapped, a strangled moan escaping your lips as your release spilled over Karina’s chest, streaking across her soft skin and soaking into the delicate black lace of her bra. Your vision blurred for a moment, waves of pleasure crashing over you so intensely that your legs nearly gave out.

Karina let out a low, satisfied hum, her fingers gliding over the mess you left on her. "Such a needy boy," she teased, scooping up the warmth with her fingers before bringing them to her lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting you, savoring it.

She locked eyes with you, a smirk playing at her lips as she licked her fingers clean. "Mmm… so sweet," she mused, tilting her head as she watched you struggle to stay upright. "See? Noona always takes care of you."

You could barely think, chest rising and falling rapidly as the aftershocks of pleasure left you weak. "K-Karina… I…" You swallowed hard, still dizzy, still trying to find your footing.

But she only chuckled, reaching out to steady you with a firm yet gentle grip. "Aww, poor baby," she cooed, running a hand up your shaky thigh. "Was it too good? Did noona wear you out?"

You lay in her arms, completely spent, your body too weak to move. She stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “See?” she murmured, satisfied. “Noona will always take care of you.”

You should have been afraid. But all you felt was the warmth of her embrace, the possessive weight of her touch, and the undeniable truth:

You were hers.

Days passed, and you barely noticed how much time you spent inside the house. Karina barely let you leave her side, and when you did, she made sure to bring you back quickly. She cooked for you, dressed you, held you—she controlled every part of your life now.

One afternoon, she came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as you stood by the window, staring at the outside world. “Thinking of leaving me, baby?” she murmured, lips brushing against your nape.

You shivered. “No, noona… I was just—”

“Just what?” Her tone darkened. “You don’t need anything out there. I give you everything you could possibly want.”

“I know, noona,” you whispered. “I just… I miss fresh air.”

She turned you around, cupping your face in her hands. “Noona can give you fresh air,” she murmured. “On one condition.”

You swallowed hard. “W-what condition?”

Her smile was soft, deceptively sweet. “Kneel.”

Your legs felt weak as you sank down before her, your body responding before your mind could catch up. She chuckled, brushing your hair back lovingly. “Good boy.”

You swallowed hard and obeyed, lowering yourself before her as she slowly slid her hands down to the waistband of her shorts. Instead of starting from the top this time, she smirked and pushed them down first, revealing a pair of delicate pink lace underwear that left little to the imagination.

Your body reacted instantly—your length twitching at the sight of her teasing curves wrapped in soft fabric. She noticed, of course. Karina always noticed.

"Aww," she cooed, stepping closer, her fingers brushing through your hair. "You're so easy to read, baby."

With one slow, deliberate motion, she pushed her shorts down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles. Then, her fingers tilted your chin up, making sure you were looking at her as she gave her next order.

"Take it off," she murmured. "But with your mouth."

Your breath hitched, hesitation flickering across your face. She could see it, the slight falter in your movement, the uncertainty in your eyes. But Karina wasn’t the type to tolerate hesitation—not from you.

Her grip in your hair tightened, a silent reminder of your place. "Don’t make me ask twice," she warned, her voice dripping with authority. "Or do I need to remind you who’s in charge?"

That was all it took. With shaky breaths, you leaned in, lips parting as you carefully caught the waistband of her lace underwear between your teeth. Karina let out a pleased hum, her fingers running through your hair as you slowly pulled them down, fully submitting to her.

"Good boy," she whispered, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. "I knew you'd listen."

As her underwear slid down her legs and hit the floor, you were met with the sight of her bare, glistening pussy—pristine, well taken care of, and utterly mesmerizing. The warmth of her skin, the way she stood before you with unwavering confidence, sent a shiver down your spine.

Karina ran her fingers through your hair, tugging lightly as she looked down at you with a smirk. "What are you waiting for?" she murmured, voice thick with need. "Put that pretty mouth to use and make noona feel good."

You swallowed hard before leaning in, your breath hot against her. With careful precision, you pressed your lips to her cunt, starting off slow—exploring, getting a feel for her. The way her body tensed slightly, the soft little gasps she let out, it was intoxicating.

"Don’t be shy now," she teased, but her voice hitched when your tongue flicked just right. You took that as your cue, growing bolder, pressing deeper, letting your tongue work its wonders.

A sharp moan escaped Karina’s lips, her grip tightening in your hair as her thighs threatened to close around your head. "Oh—fuck," she breathed, surprised. Her head tilted back slightly, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washed over her. "You—ahh… you already know exactly where to touch me…?"

Her reaction fueled you, pushing you to focus on those exact spots, determined to keep pulling those sweet, unrestrained moans from her lips.

Karina's moans filled the room, each desperate sound growing louder as your tongue moved against her, working her just right. Every flick, every slow drag of your tongue had her gasping, her fingers tightening in your hair as if she never wanted you to stop.

She looked down at you, her eyes dark, hazy—filled with pure lust. The way she stared at you, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly, sent a deep ache straight to your core.

"Mmm… such a good boy for noona," she purred, her voice breathy yet commanding. "You love tasting me, don’t you?"

You let out a low hum against her, the vibration making her shudder. A smirk tugged at her lips before she tilted your chin up slightly with two fingers, just enough to see the hunger in your eyes.

"Look at you," she cooed, a teasing lilt to her voice. "So eager… so needy. You love noona’s pussy, don’t you?"

The way she said it—the way she owned you in that moment—made your length twitch, growing impossibly harder. She noticed, of course. She always noticed.

"Aww," she teased, dragging a thumb along your cheek. "You're so hard just from eating me out? That’s adorable."

Karina let out a breathy chuckle, her fingers still tangled in your hair as she looked down at you with a wicked glint in her eyes. Then, in that same sultry tone that made your body burn, she murmured, "Do you want to feel noona from the inside?"

The words sent a shiver down your spine. At first, you froze, caught off guard by how direct she was. But in the state you were in now—desperate, aching, completely under her control—you didn’t even have to think about it.

"Y-Yeah… I do," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Karina smirked, but instead of giving in to your desire right away, she leaned down, her lips ghosting over your ear. "Then make me cum first," she purred, voice laced with command. "If you want to feel me, you better work for it, baby."

You didn’t need to be told twice. Without hesitation, you buried yourself back between her thighs, this time with renewed determination. Your tongue moved faster, more precise, eager to pull every last moan from her lips. You even slid two fingers inside, curling them just right, feeling the way she clenched around you.

Karina let out a sharp gasp, her body tensing as her grip on your hair tightened. "Ahh—fuck, that’s it," she moaned, her hips rolling against your face. "Just like that… don’t stop, baby… make noona cum."

You kept your pace, relentless and steady, feeling her body tremble beneath your touch. Within minutes, her release became inevitable, and a sudden gush coated your face as she cried out in pleasure. Her moans grew louder, desperate, each breathy whimper fueling your own arousal.

“A-Ah! Oh my god—! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she wailed, her back arching off the table.

As the intense waves of pleasure overtook her, she thrashed against you, hands gripping your hair tightly. More of her release splashed against your skin, dripping down your chin, but she didn’t care—she was too far gone.

Through ragged breaths, she gasped, voice laced with raw desperation.

“Put it in—now! Fuck, put your cock inside me while I’m cumming!”

Your body moved on instinct, obeying without hesitation. After all, you were a good little brother, and you would always follow her every command.

With your cock already buried deep inside Karina, you started moving—slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as her tight walls clenched around you. The way she gasped, her breath hitching with every measured thrust, sent a thrill down your spine. She was so warm, so wet, every part of her pulling you in deeper, making it impossible to hold back.

But she wasn’t having any of your teasing.

“F-Fuck,” she whimpered, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist. “Why the hell are you moving so slow?”

You gritted your teeth, trying to control yourself, but the way her nails raked down your back made it impossible to ignore her desperation.

“Stop holding back and fuck me properly,” she demanded, voice dripping with frustration. “Harder—faster! I don’t wanna feel you playing around, I wanna feel you ruin me.”

The sheer need in her tone sent a jolt of heat through you, and you finally gave in, gripping her hips tightly as you slammed into her. The shift in pace had her moaning uncontrollably, her body trembling beneath you as you drove into her with everything you had.

You kept your pace fast, each thrust drawing a moan from Karina—breathy, desperate, laced with curse words as she struggled to handle just how good your cock felt inside her.

“F-Fuck… shit—ahh… how the hell do you feel this good?” she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders.

She was still the dominant one, still in control, but even she couldn’t hide how overwhelmed she was. No matter how much she tried to keep her composure, her body betrayed her—hips instinctively rolling to meet your thrusts, walls tightening around you like she never wanted to let you go.

“Shit… you’re supposed to be the submissive one,” she growled, panting heavily, her voice trembling with pleasure. “But your cock—f-fuck, I can’t believe how good it feels inside me…”

Her pride told her to stay in control, but the way her body reacted to you told a completely different story.

You continued thrusting into her for what felt like an eternity, completely lost in the heat of her body. Every moan, every desperate gasp she let out only pushed you closer to the edge. And then, suddenly, that familiar pressure coiled tightly in your core—your release was coming fast.

“N-Noona… I-I’m close,” you panted, voice strained as you tried to hold on. “I should pull out—”

Before you could even think of stopping, Karina’s hands shot up, gripping your back hard, nails digging in deep enough to leave marks. Her legs locked around your waist, trapping you in place as she tightened around you.

“The fuck you are,” she growled, her voice low and commanding. “You’re gonna cum inside me. Every. Last. Drop.”

Her breath was hot against your ear, her body trembling beneath you, yet her dominance remained unshaken.

“If you even think about pulling out, I swear I’ll punish you so badly you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” she warned, her hips grinding against yours, pushing you deeper inside her. “Now be a good boy and fill me up.”

The way she clenched around you, her words dripping with authority, sent you over the edge. There was no resisting her—there never was.

Within seconds, your release hit you like a tidal wave. With one final thrust, you buried yourself deep inside Karina, your cock pulsing as you spilled everything inside her, painting her walls white. She gasped, her body shuddering beneath you as she felt the warmth of your climax filling her completely.

“F-Fuck…” she moaned, her nails still gripping your back. “That’s it… just like that… mmh, such a good boy for noona.”

Your body trembled as you finally pulled out, and the sight beneath you made your breath hitch—thick, creamy release spilling out of her, dripping down her thighs, evidence of just how much you had given her. Karina bit her lip, fingers trailing down to her core, gathering some of the mess before holding it up for you to see.

“Look at this,” she smirked, voice dripping with satisfaction. “You filled me up so well, baby.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft but teasing kiss to your lips. “You really are such a good boy for me.”

Karina let out a satisfied sigh, her fingers lazily tracing circles on your chest as she admired the mess you left inside her. A smirk tugged at her lips as she glanced up at you, eyes dark with lingering desire.

“You did so well for me,” she purred, her voice soft yet commanding. “Good boys always get rewarded.”

Before you could even respond, her hand reached down, wrapping around your still-sensitive cock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through your exhausted body. She stroked you slowly, teasingly, her grip firm yet gentle.

“You want to keep being a good boy for noona, don’t you?” she cooed, tilting her head as her thumb grazed over your tip, smearing the remnants of your release. “You’ll always make noona happy, won’t you?”

Her grip tightened slightly, making your breath hitch. She leaned in, lips ghosting over your ear.

“Because good boys don’t stop until noona says so.”

You never went out for that fresh air anymore. The thought barely even crossed your mind. All that mattered was making your noona happy. Pleasing her. Obeying her.

Not that she would ever let you out.

Ever.

[mystellenia]

ellie's breeding strap

summary: ellie tries out the cum filled strap with you for the first time.

content: dommy mommy!ellie, sub!reader, breeding kink, cum filled strap, mention of reader ovulating, begging, praise, one (1) pussy slap, oral (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), horndog!ellie, desperate!reader

notes: giggling at how when i started writing this i was like ‘gonna keep this under 1k words!!’

(wc 2.0k)

"baby!" you hear ellie yell out, hearing her tone turn whiny. "are you almost done? come back, please." 

"yeah, i'm getting out now!" you pull the shower curtain open as your pruned fingers wrap around the faucet handle, the pitter-patter of the shower water slowing down to a stop. wet feet sinking into the shag rug just outside the tub, you wrap yourself in your towel and dab your skin dry, securing it under your arms. 

"there you are," ellie says, moving her gaze up from her phone to follow your covered figure as you make your way across the bedroom. her eyes briefly drop to the hem of your towel at your mid-thigh before moving back up to your head. she watches you rummage through the dresser and pull out a pair of clean underwear and one of her folded oversized t-shirts. 

"ugh, i hate showering but i love feeling clean." you place the underwear on the top of the dresser and unfold ellie's shirt to look at the design. without folding it up again, you drop it in the drawer and pull out another one of her shirts, again unfolding it and holding it up to examine it. "my phone says i’m ovulating today. wanna get me pregnant?" you joke, throwing a smile over your shoulder at her to see her head perched up against the headboard and her eyes zeroed in on you. 

"whoa," you shudder while turning your head back to face the shirt again. her gaze was almost predatory, and it made a warm feeling swirl in your stomach. "don't look at me like that." 

"like what?" she mutters, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up. 

you settle on this shirt and shut the drawer, pivoting to face her. "like that," you say, "like i'm a turkey leg. like you wanna eat me." you say the last part a bit quieter, intimidated by her stalking closer to you. you then become hyperaware of the single layer between your body and her, one that could very easily be discarded. 

ellie finally approaches you, her eyes flicking down to your exposed shoulders and then back up to your eyes. she raises her hand to grab a strand of hair, thumbing the wet lock and twirling it around her finger. 

"you're ovulating today," she echoes lowly, to herself more than to you. pulling her fingers back, she lets the hair fall to your shoulder and watches a drop of water trickle down from it. 

you try to appear unaffected, but your breath can't help but hitch at the cold drop of water falling down, eventually getting soaked up by your towel. 

ellie pushes your hair over your shoulder and wraps her hand around the back of your neck. she draws in and just lets her lips brush over yours, laughing at how you try to chase them as she pulls away a little. 

"oh, no, baby." she pulls your towel out from under where it was secured under your arm and lets it fall to your feet. your nipples immediately tighten at the wave of air and at her presence. you almost whine at how she hasn't looked down at your body yet, her gaze still fixed on your face. 

"get on the bed," she orders. 

your brain was fogged by lust, and you ask her to repeat herself. 

"get" —she steps aside to clear a path for you to lay on the middle of the mattress— "on the bed." 

you slowly walk towards the bed, one shy foot in front of the other, and ellie pushes on your shoulder when you stand about two steps from the bed, making you fold over onto the mattress. your knees slightly touched the floor, but your damp torso was spread across the cold sheets, your body wrapped around the edge of the bed in an "L" shape. 

you feel ellie's warm palms on your shoulders, tracing down your spine and down to your ass where she begins to roughly knead the fat. 

"mmmm," she groans, soaking up the way you squirm under her touch. she kneels down and spreads your ass cheeks to get a clear view of your cunt, puffy and crying for her. 

she presses a firm kiss to your neglected clit, and you jump, surprised by the sudden touch. sticking her tongue out, she licks a long, flat strip up from your clit to your pulsing hole. you push your hips back into her face and whine, chasing the pleasure from her mouth. 

ellie stands back up and harshly slaps your pussy, making you yelp out and close your thighs around her hand. her hand wraps around your left knee and quickly flips you over onto your back, now grabbing both knees and pushing you higher onto the bed by thrusting her hips into yours. 

"ellie," you breathlessly plead, needing more than what she was giving you. 

she climbs onto the bed to kneel in between your spread legs, your bare pussy so close to her clothed one. "yeah, baby?" 

simply whining, you lock your feet around her hips and pull her closer to you, the brief friction of her jeans on your clit making your eyes close. 

ellie drops a hand by your head and leans down to kiss your neck, sucking her way up to your lips into a messy kiss. she moans into it, her other hand trailing down to rub your thigh that was hugging her hips. she moves it down to your weeping cunt, just sliding three fingers up and down to gather your slick. your hips buck at the teasing, and you break the kiss in frustration, throwing your head back onto the sheets. 

"ask me to put my fingers in," ellie says, her eyes locked on yours. 

you lift your head back up to look at her. "i..." you try, but trail off into an embarrassed whine. 

she clicks her tongue. "come on, baby, use your words. i'm not doing it until you ask me." 

"please give me your fingers... inside, please," you murmur lowly and close your eyes, your face warming. ellie lets it slide because she needs this just as much as you, if not more. 

she dips her fingers into you and stops at her last knuckle, letting you adjust to it while her thumb rubs your clit. once you start getting restless, she pulls her fingers out and thrusts them back in, finding the rhythm that makes your moans the loudest. 

your eyes crack open to look at her, her eyes already on your face. "you look prettiest when i have you like this," she says, her eyes dropping down to watch how your pussy swallows her fingers in. 

keeping her fingers pumping inside you, she lowers her face down to your core and latches her lips onto your clit. your hips fly off the bed and you shriek, your hand flying up to your mouth to cover it. the duet of ellie's fingers rubbing your g-spot and her mouth violently sucking on your clit brings you to your climax embarrassingly fast. your hands shoot to her hair, pulling her head into you as you ride out your orgasm.  

ellie pulls her fingers out but continues to lap at you until you grow overstimulated and push her away. she kisses your stomach, then moves up to your lips to kiss them. you moan at how you can taste yourself on her lips, your cunt clenching at the thought. 

"i have something to try, i'll be back. don't let your hands trail down, yeah?" she drops one last kiss on your cheek, standing and making her way to the bathroom. you think about touching yourself while she's gone, but you quickly remember what she said and settle for just rubbing your nipples.  

after about two minutes, the bathroom door opens and out walks ellie with a new strap secured to her hips. she's ditched her shirt and sports bra, but her jeans and boxers are pushed down to her mid-thigh, seemingly just low enough for her to buckle the harness on without getting fully naked. as she walks closer, you examine it more. it's black, a little skinnier than the ones ellie normally uses, but this one is much longer. you notice a small hole at the very tip. 

"it's a breeding strap. remember how we were talking about it?" ellie says, closely watching your face to gauge your reaction. 

your pupils swell with lust, and you forget to verbally respond, instead dumbly nodding while still looking at the strap. 

she chuckles at your response, at your eagerness. "yeah?" 

"yeah," you breathe, opening your legs just slightly to not look so desperate, even though you were. 

ellie settles on the bed on her knees, lifting your legs and placing them on her thighs. she spits down onto the strap, pumping it with her hand to lube it up for you, and the sight makes your stomach tighten. 

rubbing the tip through your folds, she squeezes your thigh in confirmation. "you ready?" 

"yes," you respond breathlessly, your clit throbbing in anticipation. 

she grunts in response, pushing the tip inside. with the strap being skinnier, the stretch isn't too bad. by the time she normally bottoms out with other straps, though, she continues, and you look down in surprise, still seeing a good inch and a half left. the further she pushes in, the lower your jaw drops, a loud moan escaping your mouth once you finally feel her hair tickling your clit. 

"how you doing?" ellie asks, checking in on you. 

"yes, again. do it again." you move your body up so she can pull out faster and thrust in again. 

she smiles at how clearly you're enjoying this, and obeys. this time, she thrusts in quicker, forcing a gurgled whimper out of you. 

"fuck," she exhales. pulling out again, she settles at a faster pace, the tip deliciously prodding your cervix. 

it was clearly one of your more vocal days, your moans and whimpers bouncing off of every surface in the room, the wet slapping of your ass meeting ellie's thighs still audible. ellie only rarely got you so broken down like this so quickly, and she felt that dangerous swirling heat deep in her stomach, the base of the strap pushing on her clit at the perfect angle. 

"so deep," you manage to eke out. 

"i know, baby. so deep. gonna give you my kids, yeah?" her legs began to shake and she was starting to sound strained, telltale signs that she was getting close. she brought her hand in between the two of you to quickly rub your clit, and your moans somehow grow even louder. 

"i'm gonna cum," you basically whisper, unable to form a thought longer than five words. 

"you gonna cum?" ellie echoes and you rapidly nod. "say my name when you do." 

your moans become weak whimpers as you cum. "el- ell- fuck," you try twice and fail to say her name. her orgasm slams into her at how pathetic you sound, and her hand scrambles to squeeze the base of the strap, shooting warm cum deep into your cunt. the tightness in her stomach doubles at the sight of cum leaking out the sides of your pussy, the thought of her seed inside of you enough to make her moan. 

ellie collapses onto you, a twitching and panting mess. you lay lifeless underneath her, trying to regulate everything after a mind-numbing orgasm.  

"jesus fucking christ," she breathes out. 

you loosely throw your arms around ellie's back. "that was so good," you pant. "wanna order in?" 

"in, like, ten minutes. can't pull out yet, i gotta give it time to hold." 

i havent posted in like 2 months i think sorry my kittens. i like never post 2k words tho so stay well fed. also go drink some water bc i always forget

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