#What the fuck is the point of making dom dom loose the strap in the first place!?😭💀💀

[rheaanddamianfan]

DOM DOM WON HIS STRAP BACK!!!😭💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

[linoveins]

silky shorts and stained shirts

when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first time…

genre: smut n fluff

warnings: masturbation, perversion, dom/sub fantasies. minors, do not interact!!

w.c.: 2.1k

minho often visits your place unannounced. at some point you just gave him a key and he gladly takes advantage of it. just like today.

minho just got back from dance practice and decided to raid your apartment for some food since he forgot to do groceries and he's feeling too lazy to do them now. 

“Y/N!!!” he announces his arrival, strolling through the door like it’s his place like always.

the apartment is too silent. he figures you’re not home yet. you had a lecture around this time so he wasn’t really expecting you to be here.

he opens your pantry in attempts of finding something quick to eat but clicks his tongue at the lack of food that greets him. seems like you didn’t do your groceries too. he heads to the fridge, hoping for a miracle, and his eyes practically sparkle at seeing a cup of his favorite pudding.

he opens it up, a joyous look resting on his face like a child finding a hidden stack of candy. he makes himself comfortable on your couch, happily chewing on the sweet treat while turning on the television.

he laughs to himself. you’d definitely be annoyed at him for eating your dessert.

deciding to be even more annoying, he gets his phone and takes a video of himself happily munching on the pudding he stole.

“nomnomnomnom.” he chews in front of the camera tauntingly and sends you the video with a mischievous grin on his face.

“ding!” what the hell? the unexpected notification sound coming from your room makes him jump. he gets off the couch and goes to your room to inspect. he already guesses you're probably in there, choosing sleep over attending a minor class. it has happened too many times. you'll always regret it afterwards. he'll definitely scold you for skipping your lecture.

minho opens the door, ready to wake you up, and his heart just drops to his belly.

there you are, in deep sleep, in the thinnest shorts he’s ever seen you in. he hasn't even seen you in any piece of clothing that stops above halfway of your thigh. the loose strap of your camisole had fallen off your shoulder. your legs are tangled with the blanket, one of it hitched over the material, and his knees almost buckle at the bit of cleavage your position subjected you to.

you’re a restless sleeper. he has a whole album in his phone of you in weird positions while asleep. he playfully threatens you that he’ll post some on your birthday when you annoy him with your antics but he never does, wanting to keep the funny and adorable sight to himself.

although what he’s seeing right now is not funny at all. his cock twitches in his pants almost immediately. he blinks three or four times in shock before he finally closes your door, cursing at himself and running to the bathroom.

since when did you look like that?

had your thighs always looked that fucking soft? he groans at the apparent feeling of his sweatpants getting tighter. he has to collect himself.

but he wants to grab your thighs... spread you for him maybe. you’d look so pretty. would you shiver if he touches you higher? and your tits…

“shit.”

he now has an erection in your bathroom, right after staring at your exposed body for much longer than he should have (not long enough, he thinks and buries deep), and right after eating the last cup of pudding you had.

what a horrible friend he is.

he sighs and palms himself. yeah, he’s horrible. he’ll buy you two extra cups of pudding later but he has to take care of his problem for now before he loses his mind. 

he bites his lip, trying to keep quiet as he pushes his pants down. he palms his twitching cock and hisses.

minho gathers all the shame left in him and turns on your faucet to muffle the sounds he knows he’s gonna make eventually. upping your water bill while he jacks off to the thought of your sleeping form...

what a damn horrible friend.

he gently gathers the pre-cum from his tip and spreads it over his cock. he groans. don’t think about her, don’t think about her, don’t think about her… he repeats it in his head as if his cock will listen.

shit, your bathroom smells like you, of course. his cock jumps at the memory of your smell, now invading his senses, and he gives up on trying to be decent and just closes his eyes, thinking of you sprawled out so vulnerable and pretty. 

he’s squeezes the base and he strokes. his thoughts go back to your thighs. your perfect fucking thighs… shit, if he could only push them together and fuck his cock in between them. would you squirm? he bets you will. you can’t even take a massage without squirming. you'll squirm on it, alright.

he keeps the pace rather slow, trying to make the fantasy last as long as possible. he decides he can feel guilty about it all he wants after. 

he's sure you’d go shy on him. you’d whine and complain about it being too big. he squeezes at the base. he’d coo at you. maybe he’ll grind it on your pussy first. he bets you’ll really squirm at that. but he’ll keep you in place. he’ll hold your thighs down. fuck. your soft fucking thighs. he grips himself harder. 

he won’t take your cute little shorts off. he’ll push the fabric aside and rub his heavy cock on you. you’d be so fucking wet, he thinks. so wet for him. he strokes a bit faster. he hopes you’d be so fucking sensitive too. he’d tap it on your clit. no- he groans. he’ll slap it on you. you'd whine so prettily, won't you? moan his name with your gentle voice? you'd get wetter. he'll make sure of it. he'd spread you and fucking hump his cock on your cunt for all he's worth. you would be so fucking wet. shit. 

you’d cry and tell him you're too sensitive. he'd hum in your ear, “poor baby”, in the sweetest fucking tone you’ve heard. but he won’t stop. you don't want him to. he’ll push his cock on it harder. you would grip onto his thighs, whimpering like a good girl.

minho's hand cramps from his harsh strokes. he switches to his other hand and tugs on it at a faster pace. you'd drool and bite on your lips, he can almost taste it. he decides he'll pull down the other strap of your top until your tits fall out. he keeps up the pace. he’s almost there. he'll fondle them. he knows they’re soft too. they'll be so soft and perfect in his rough palms. he’d pinch and squeeze and hold and fucking grope while his dick runs over and over your clit. you’d keep whining about how it’s too much. too sensitive. too intense. but you’ll love it, won't you? you'll beg him for more. he’ll laugh at you all sweet and condescending. “can’t even take it and i’m just rubbing on you? can this pretty pussy even handle me inside?” you'll pout at him for that and he'll follow eventually.

he’d keep playing with your tits. he'd use his mouth eventually. licking and sucking on it. you’ll try to muffle your sounds but you wouldn’t be able to. no, not when his cock would still be all over your messy cunt. he pants, biting on his lip. he’s almost fucking there. he’d take things further. maybe bite on your nipple while twisting and tugging the other one. then he'll do it. oh, you'll scream so good when he rams himself inside you without warning. you'll be latching onto him, clenching and whimpering and cumming fucking hard on his cock.

minho cums right after his image of you. his vision blurs. it’s dizzying. hot liquid squirts all over his shirt, coating his hand. goodness, there’s a lot of fucking cum. he leans back on the door with a sigh, cock out and softening, guilt still far away after having one of the hardest orgasms he’s ever had.

a moment passes and he washes his hands. he washes his face too. his red ears and neck was an embarrassing sight. he gathers himself, and there it is. the guilt.

he realizes he made a mess of his shirt. he needs to get his shit together. he won’t risk the possibility of you seeing him in his cum-stained shirt. minho comes out of the bathroom, shirt in his hand. he’ll just quickly grab one of his hoodies in your closet. 

he enters your room, glaring hard at the closet like it's a life and death situation. he tiptoes across your room, not risking to look at you again.

he reaches the cabinet handle. quickly and quietly, he takes a hoodie. success.

“minho?” your gentle voice startles him out of his internal battles at the moment. “why are you naked?”

he puts on the hoodie, still avoiding looking at you while he closes the cabinet.

“spilled something on it.”

you blink. then you stretch while letting out a moan. he takes a deep breath.

you get up from the bed and go outside. he rolls his dirty shirt in his hand and follows you to the kitchen.

fuck. there you are again. you’re bending over, checking the damn fridge and he clenches his jaw so hard it feels like it's gonna break.

“did you eat my pudding?” you huff at him. he exhales.

“yeah. s-sorry. i’ll buy you two after”, he says, guilt-ridden, and you just stare at him for 5 seconds. shit, do you know about the other thing? it's not likely..

you laugh. “calm down. why do you look all pouty?” you think it’s odd. minho would usually poke fun at you for him eating your food. minho just blinks at you. you shrug and you just look for at least a snack.

“i forgot to do groceries… i won’t have shit to eat tonight”, you say, opening your pantry and finding nothing. you open your fridge again, then you open your pantry again as if food will mysteriously appear the second time you do it. 

he’d make fun of you for it if he wasn’t so distracted by your nipples poking through your camisole, the light from the kitchen making it visible and inviting. nope. you deserve the courtesy of him being normal.

he grips his dirty shirt that he’s still somehow holding onto. you don’t even seem to care about your little attire. you're so comfortable in his presence and here he is he feels warmth pool in his belly again. he blinks and stares at your face instead.

“y-yeah. i have to do groceries too. how about you go with me later? let’s eat at that new place near uni first”, minho says, trying to speak as non-chalant as possible.

“mhm okay. i’m hungry as hell though so let’s go now. i’ll just get changed”, you say as you walk back to your room.

you pass by him and suddenly grab his dirty shirt from him and he panics. he grabs it back a bit aggresively.

“hey! what the-”, you start but he interrupts you.

“sorry. it’s just really dirty”, he quickly says, gripping the shirt tightly so you won’t try doing anything again.

“yeah that’s why i’ll put it in the laundry bin. gimme.” you tug at the shirt he's holding while looking at him confused.

“i-i can wash it. besides, you’ll steal it from me and i like this shirt very much.” he doesn’t. and even if he did. he liked that you took his things. but he puts on a teasing smile anyway so you’ll buy his excuses. you just roll your eyes at him with a smile and shut your door to get changed.

minho sighs in relief. he goes outside your apartment to bury the evidence of his... perversions. he tosses the stained shirt into the bin outside, burying it under the other plastic bags. 

even after destroying evidence, it doesn't make him less guilty of the deed. he'll try not to think about it. it'll be easy. he'll get over it.

he comes back inside your apartment, and there you are again, all pretty in your ridiculous baggy pants and one of his hoodies you stole, all cute with a pout on your face as you frown at your phone when you hear the little “nomnomnomnom” sound come from it.

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a/n: this is my first fic (drabble?) ever. pls bare with me. i made this account just to read but i got distracted seeing lino's ig story. he's sooooo fucking cute i had to write something. also idrk how to do warnings let me know if there should be something else there (^人^)

[mystellenia]

riding bound abby's strap

summary: abby has teased you all day, so you decide to get back at her by taking away her most treasured sense: touch.

content: dom abby turned sub abby, strap on sex, like very very brief mommy kink? (it was literally one time), dry humping, bondage (pretty vanilla tho, just hands tied by a belt), kinda strip teasing

notes: this is so yummy omg. i've also had this idea for prob a solid two months but i’m just now writing it 🤗

(wc 1.3k)

abby lived to tease you. whether it was fleeting touches or whispering nasty things in your ear in public, she loved to see how you lost all composure from seemingly innocent actions. 

today, though, it was too much. she decided to wear her strap the entire day while you two were out shopping, constantly standing behind you and pulling your hips into her own so you'd feel her packing. she also refused to kiss you all day, promising she'd make up for it once you two got home. she'd pissed you off and you needed to get back at her somehow.  

with your pent-up frustration, you found yourself straddling abby's lap while she sat at the dinner table, work papers splayed across the stained hardwood. your hips mindlessly ground into the impossible-to-ignore bulge beneath her jeans, moaning while she sucked marks around the pulse of your neck. 

snaking your hands down her torso to unbuckle her pants, butterflies warm your lower stomach at a brewing thought. swinging your leg back over hers, you settle on your knees in between her meaty thighs and pull her belt from her waist and place it on the floor near you. you grab the hem of her shirt and rip it over her head, throwing it to the other side of the room and leaving her in her bra. 

abby leans back in the chair and smiles at you on your knees before her. "getting straight to the point, are we?" she smirks. 

your hands keep moving to undress her, pushing her jeans over her butt and moving her boxers down just enough for her faux clear cock to spring out, your mouth nearly watering at the sight. pressing your lips to the tip, you spit down the length and wrap your hand around it to lube the silicone up. 

you then smirk up at her, half mischief and half seduction as you rise from your knees and trail your hand up her chest. walking around the chair to be behind her, you drop a kiss on the crown of her head, her leather belt hidden in your hand behind your back. 

her head turns back to look at you, and you grab her chin and smash your lips against hers to distract her as you grab her wrists and pull them together, quickly wrapping her belt around them and fastening the buckle, tightly. 

she pulls back from the kiss and flicks her eyes between yours, arousal painted brightly across her features. 

"did you just..." she chuckles in disbelief, her eyes squinting. "did you just tie me up?" 

"someone thought it was funny to tease me all day, touching me in places you know will rile me up. well, you've touched me enough for today, so this'll have to do." you pat her cheek twice, your words dripping in mock sympathy. 

she incredulously shakes her head and smiles, wetting her bottom lip with her tongue. "you know what? you can have your fun," she concludes, sure that she'd be able to wiggle her way out of the restraints before you came so she could properly fuck you the way she wanted to. 

"perfect," you breathe out, kissing her cheek before walking back around to stand in front of her. you make a show out of undressing yourself, taking your sweet time with caressing your curves and soaking in how her pupils dilate at the sight.

after pushing your black leggings over the curve of your ass and pulling them from your ankles, you pull the loose-fitted t-shirt over your head, looking at the simple seal on the breast once you drop it to the floor. 

all that's left is your underwear and your bra. you kick the polka-dot panties down, but decide to leave your bra on. it was simple: black with small, pink hearts covering the cups. abby seemed to like it, too. her eyes were locked on your bra-clad boobs, only moving to switch from one to the other. 

you take the two steps to stand in between her legs, placing your hands on her shoulders to stabilize yourself as you look down at her dick. your eyes catch her pubic hair below the strap, and you think about going down on her with her tied up but she cuts your thoughts off with an impatient groan. 

"come on, baby, you wanted to tie me up so bad. play your little game and ride me already," she orders, her eyes drinking you up.

her words and poorly masked desperation leave a warm feeling swirling in your stomach, so you swing your legs over hers to straddle her and grab the base of her cock to line it up. 

your jaw drops open as you slowly sink down onto her length, long and breathy gasps making your chest rise and fall as you adjust to the thickness. you hear abby mutter "jesus christ" under her breath, and if your head wasn't thrown back, you'd see her strong arms twitching against the belt tying them together.  

her hips jerk up into yours and push the rest of the length into you, making you hiss at the intrusion. "god," you whisper, and lift yourself back up before slamming your body back down. 

"i- fuck!" abby yelps, not used to being unaware of the next move. 

you fall into a steady rhythm, your thighs lifting and dropping you onto her dick. the way you were moving—the sounds you were making—would quickly push abby over the edge, but she was done letting you take control. she needed to touch you, needed to see the way your pussy swallowed her in with every thrust. 

her hands begin to try and undo whatever maneuver you'd done to restrain them, but nothing budged. you notice her abs starting to tighten, a telltale sign that she was getting closer, and begin rocking your hips against hers and rubbing the base of the strap against her clit. 

she starts getting frustrated at how you have full control over her, but deep in a place she'd never admit, it spurs her on more.  

"wait, baby, wait wait. i can't- fuck. i want my hands. i need to touch you. i need my hands now," she pleads, her eyes starting to water at the oncoming orgasm. 

you ignore her and start praising her, knowing it'll make her thighs shake. 

"ohh, fuck," you say, your voice 90% air. "it feels... feels so good. you feel so good. always are so good to me, baby." 

right on cue, her thighs start shaking beneath you, tears falling from her glossy eyes.  

"oh, i can't- i can't, baby. i’m gonna cum," she whines, her groans replaced by needy whimpers. 

"come on, mama, let it out," you groan, giving her permission. "want you to feel good. let it out." 

she lets out a string of rushed thank yous before her stomach muscles completely tighten as she cums, unable to control the loud whines that leave her mouth as she does. you follow closely behind, allowing the sensation of her cock pushing against your cervix to wash over you. 

after what feels like an entire minute, the two of you come down from your highs, a light sheen of sweat highlighting your skin. abby has her head lolled back and is trying to catch her breath, her limbs like jelly after how intensely she came. you suck kisses on her exposed neck while she calms down. 

"holy shit," she gasps. 

"who would've thought abby anderson could get so whiny?" you tease. 

"i just wanted my hands back! god, you're evil." 

"i love you, too," you grin. 

dom turning into a sub because of desperation kink go brrrrrrrrrr

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[livelaughlovesubs]

My pretty doll

Dom!reader x sub!scara - reader is gender neutral

Warning: feminisation, lingerie, clothes sex, pegging (can be read as a dick), unprotected sex, belly bulge, dacryphilia

Dunno if you read this already, it’s from my old blog: so just a repost (was the only thing I had haha)

Scara was and had always been a brat, never listening to your commands unless he’s in sub-space. Though that was fine by you, because in the end, you both knew it will play out exactly how you want. No matter how much he tries to deny it, he was just your adorable doll after all. Which is why after convincing him, he eventually put on the set of white undergarments you bought him. The fabric was thin and almost transparent, since it was lace you could almost see everything. It felt itchy against his skin, he wasn’t used to these kinds of clothes. The bra was a bit big, or maybe he was too flat. One of the straps was hanging down his shoulder, so he crossed his arms in front of his chest. He also had a cute and small bulge in his panties, thighs clenched together after he noticed you staring.

“Of course you’d like this you pervert.” He mocked, turning around and showing you his shoulder, a pretty pathetic try to cover himself a little. First you made him wear such lewd stuff, and now all you are doing is stare? Not to mention how the loose strap was annoying him, it didn’t want to stay where he wanted it to. Even though he was still insulting you, his face was a flushed red now. Blushing furiously while averting his gaze. He was all bark after all, he could never say those things while looking at you, otherwise he’d fold immediately. “Yet it seems like someone enjoys this even more than me.” You teased while gazing up at him, until you waved him over to you.

The puppet hesitated a little, thinking about the best course of action before walking up to you. “What?” A firm and annoyed tone, a big show just to hide his excitement and nervousness. “Just wanted to have a better look at you, turn around.” “Who are you to tell me what to do?” You giggled, he was trying too hard to seem in control, but that is basically impossible when his face already looks like a mess, it was hilarious. “Come on, scara, do a little twirl for me.” He pouted, crossing his arms and looking away in defiance. Then turning around slowly, he always ends up doing what you want, so why keep making it difficult? Was it due to his pride?

When his back was facing you, you reached your hands out to grab his small waist. “Ugh?!” His body twitched, and he stopped in his track, looking over his shoulder to ask you, “What are yo-” “shhh, don’t make a fuss now.” Before he knew it, you pulled him closer to you, to the point his back was pressed against your body. Then you grind against his butt as you whispered into his ear, “can I stick it in?”

Such an indecent question! How could you- ugh, you really are the worst! “Do what you want, I don’t care.” Scaramouch said, hands grabbing your gently while he felt something rubbing against the downside of his crotch, basically making him grind on it. His breathing hitched, were you planning on..? No, no way, you two haven’t done it for so long, there is no way he could take you whole… right?

“Scara, you look adorable today, but I still think you look the cutest when getting fucked.” Ahh…what were you implying? Did you really want to..? Your fingers moved his panties to the side, not removing them, just out of the way. Enough that you could see his puffy pink hole. The other hand was already reaching for the bottle of lube. Poor boy couldn't even protest before you started preparing him roughly, sticking two fingers inside him. “MmhAa~!”He gasped at the feeling, body jerking forwards. “Oh dear, did I surprise you there?” You were definitely mocking him. He gritted his teeth, wanting to insult you. If only you didn't start pushing the tip against his entrance at that moment.

“UgHh! Ah-ahh.” His legs shook and went weak underneath him, if you weren't holding him, he would have crashed down in that moment. You were very gentle during the injecting though, taking your precious time bottoming out inside him. “Finally you learned how to shut up.” “ughh. fu-fuck you-!” Tsk, still running his foul little mouth however he wants. After many difficulties, you after managed to fit the whole length in, at this point he had his tongue hanging out and eyes rolled to the back to his skull. Like always, he was already getting addicted to this, such a dirty slut he was. “you seem to enjoy this quite a bit, scara.” You teased, and his rim clenched down on you at that. “S-Stop it, UhmM..” “Are you sure about that? You don't want me to continue?” He went quiet after that one, he didn’t know what to say. Of course he wants to keep going at it, but his pride would never allow him to give up this quickly.

You started moving because he didn't give you an answer, though only gently grinding your hips against him. “So? I have yet to hear your answer.” All it took was a few small moves for him to succumb to pleasure, “UgHhnN!! Da-damn it.. I to-old you do what you want.” At first you were still on the nicer side, after finally getting the consent you needed, you switched up to pounding him like an animal. He cried out after the first trust, gripping your hands even more tightly, until his nails dug into your skin. “AaGghhnn, oOhh! Mhm, oh-gahh!” In the matter of seconds, your lovely doll was reduced to a moaning mess. Your dick just felt so good inside him, hitting so many deep and pleasurable spots. All he felt was bliss and ecstasy.

Your chin was placed on his shoulder, looking over at his body. You couldn't help but smirk when you saw the small belly bulge on the tiny boy, commenting on it with a low voice, “do you see that right here?” Then you rubbed the bulge with your palm, he whined at that, “uhmMNN!” “Does this feel good? Having me so deep inside you?” He couldn’t even respond properly now, only squirming around in your embrace. “This belly bulge is so cute~” He heard you say. A belly bulge..? The thought of it was kind of scary, though he swore you were truly that deep inside him. Suddenly you went faster, making his muscles tense up. You just loved how erotic his body was, and how enticing it was to watch the bulge appear and disappear, this was truly your greatest joy. “GAAhh! AhhhH- cu-cumming! Mhm-ngh, i-i..!” He was on the verge of breaking now, everything was too much, the bra was hanging on his arms and about to fall off completely.

“Aww, does my baby want to cum? Then beg and tell me what a pretty doll you are for me.” Even now you were some mean to him, teasing him like this. Can't you tell how desperate he is? “GuhHh… please let me cu-cum.. hmm, please..I-I'm your aAhh.. pretty plaything!!” Right, him obeying your commands after being so rebellious just feels so good. And with that, he came while still wearing the lace underwear, soaking the panties with his semen. A slightly darker spot was visible from his bulge, then a white fluid was seeping out from beneath it. His thighs quivered while he gasped for air, his cum dripped all the way down his milky inner thighs too. Sweat was mixing with big, fat tears, cheeks redder than ever as he pulled a super adorable expression.

“My my, we forgot to take it off. Now you've defiled the lingerie set, what to do~?” You cooed at him in a faked sad manner, as if you were pitying him. A big grin spread on your lips afterwards, he knew you were planning something again. Well, you weren’t exactly hiding it after all. All he could hope for was that he won't end up too tired at the end of this session.

[lvvvyi]

05 : Miguel O'Hara ✧

C.W : gn!dom!reader ; ma'am/sir title ; breeding ; jealous sex Cond. Notice: guys I don't know how to make plot work so here's utter crumbs. this was supposed to be a simple little drabble what the fuck like this is what miguel does to you 😧😧

Thinking about a few lyrics from “Jealou$y” (The Neighbourhood) and Miguel. It’s really clouding my mind, like making me go insane.

❝Promise you that'll make a baby with you.❞  You whisper into his ear, before lining up your strap/cock to his hole. 

Due to your previous rounds, you slid in with ease which makes Miguel groan at the returning feeling of you thrusting into him. You waste no time, and keep to your usual quick pace of pushing your full length into him. He writhes at each jab at his prostate, making him see stars every time. Usually you restrict him from touching you, but tonight felt different. 

You let him grasp at your back, digging his claws into your back. His muscled arms pull you closer to him, allowing you to whisper dirty nothings as you use him. You just had to have your way with him, after that stupid act he tried to pull off this morning. You know the typical act to catch your focus by flirtingly talking it up with some random person. His pride really got the best of him, because it pushed him further to fuck with you. Dragging him away from the “simple” conversation, you don’t bother asking him about it, already knowing his ego is going to talk batshit and just enjoy the heavy silence on the way home.

“This is all mine, yeah?” You remind Miguel through rough moans, while making your strap/cock hit sharply to punctuate it.

“Yes, fu-fuck, ye-” He tries to reply back, but your strap/cock pulsing inside him is all on his mind. With pre-cum already dripping down, his neglected cock grinds against your stomach. You think about moving a hand to help him, but you stop when you glance at his fucked-out state. He’s already so messed up, with messy curls splayed against the sheets and a trembling toned chest covered in bites. Of course you can’t forget those gorgeous eyes staring back at you in a daze. So, the bruising grip on his waist tightens and you continue bringing it to yours.

❝Make a momma of you.❞ You rasp at him, as you feel the heat of your orgasm rising. But Miguel barely registers your words, due to the spurting feeling of your strap/cock.

Slowing down slightly, you fuck out your high straight to his prostate, angling your hips for a different depth. He whines at the change in speed, and lifts his hips into you at his own pace. You give him silent Really? and in response he hides his face with a hand. Even when he’s near fucked dumb, his stupid ego still makes way.

“Ma’am/Sir, lo siento! Ahh, too good!” It’s just utter music to your ears.

So, you make it your goal to see his flustered face stare you down shamelessly. And here Miguel is, crying out loudly to you abusing his prostate and thrusting your strap/cock so far into him. He's shooting blanks and seeing stars at this point. His brain is too hazy from the idea of you fucking a baby into him. He can't help but just lay there, trembling and moaning, letting you grab, pinch, thrust as you please. Absolutely ignoring his aching cock and just focusing on your orgasms, quickly coating his hole white. 

❝Ain’t no drama with you.❞ You remind him that today’s little act really didn’t have an effect on you. Instead you wanted to experiment with how desperate and greedy he can be for you.

Despite your relentless pace inside of him, you litter soft kisses all over his neck and jaw. You allow Miguel to let loose under you, watching as his pride falls and he starts begging you to stop, urging you that it's too much, whimpering at every sharp thrust. Though you both know what's happening if you really do stop - you know he’ll start getting fussy. 

Although crying out for you, Miguel actually is enjoying it. Maybe he should play around with your possessiveness more.

[ 651 km away ]

[l0vergirlv0mit]

Pretty Girl

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: smut with no plot <3 😛

Contents: strap-on r!receiving, fingering r!reciving, dom!hazel, sub!reader, gagging r!receiving, referring to a strap-on as a cock, degration r!receive

a/n: sorry for not posting a while I lost my sparkle for a bit tbh. also didn't receive a soft masc under my Christmas tree this year? really weird. Ends abruptly.

Just coming home from work, Hazels quietly playing games at her pc wearing a very frustrated expression. The only thing pulling her out of her transe was the door to your shared apartment shutting. You slip your heels off and shed your heavy coat.

Hazel watched you intently, her face spreading with a smile.

“Cmere.” Hazel beckons you with a smirk on her face. She leans back in her gaming chair with her toned thighs spread in her black 5 inch inseam shorts and plain white tee You walk over and she’s eyeing you up and down.

You stand in front of her and she hooks her fingers under the waistline of your pants pulling you closer. She wraps her arms around your hips and places a kiss to your clothed abdomen. “I missed you honey.” She looks up into your eyes.

“I missed you too baby.” You stroke over her cheek and she melts into your hand. Hazels eyes becoming heavy at your much needed touch.

“I was thinking about you all dayyyy.” She lifts your shirt to ghost her lips over your stomach her hand rubbing up and down your hip.

“Yeah? What about me?” You replied cheekily smoothing down her messy hair. Your tummy tightening from the tickle of her soft lips. You let out a quick heavy exhale and Hazels blue eyes penetrate yours.

“I was thinking about how pretty you are…” She places one kiss on your tummy as her fingers fiddle with your belt. “How pretty your voice is…” Her finger work on the button of your jeans and she leaves another kiss lower on your hip. Your pants hang loosely on your hips. Her finger breaches the waistband of your panties and she looks up at you again.

“Especially when that pretty voice is moaning my name over and over again.” Hazel finishes and rubs over your erect clit. Your breath hitches and becomes more ragged. “F-fuck Haze I just walked through the door baby” You struggle out a response your fingers gripping her hair tighter.

“I know baby but you just look so beautiful.” Hazels puppy eyes are big and pleading. “I just wanna make you cum baby.” Hazel begged and your legs nearly gave out. You nod fervently and quickly pull her up to go to the bedroom.

Hazels lips find yours the moment you back hits the bed. You kick your jeans off at the speed of light. “I can’t wait to see your pretty face all fucked out for me.” She cups your pussy as her lips attack your neck. Rubbing quick circles over the cotton material of your panties.

Your nearly thrashing at this point. “Be careful please I don’t w-wanna, ah, go to work tomorrow all b-bruised.” You squeak out.

“What? You don’t want your coworkers to know your girlfriend fucks you so good?” She pulls her face out of your neck looking at you with a pout. All while she’s shoving your panties to the side to insert her middle and ring fingers inside your wet fluttering hole.

“ahh fuck!” You whimper at the sudden intrusion. Her fingers pump in and out of you at a fast pace. Your eyes fluttering and mouth agape.

“That’s right baby, thats the pretty face I love so much.” Her darkened eyes scan over your features. You grip her wrist not knowing if it’s to make her slow down or go deeper.

“Feels s’good.” You mumbled out, Hazels watching every facial expression not wanting to miss a second. Hazel dipped down by your ear. “Yeah you like that? Like the way my fingers feel? You like being fucked like a good slut huh?” She was dirty today probably from being home all day. She took a much needed pto day. With a cocky look on her face as she fingered you as deep and fast as she should.

Your poor whimpers soon turned into louder moans. Hazel was quick to shut you up with a sloppy uncoordinated kiss. Her lips slamming into yours as if you were her air. Her tongue didn’t wait for acceptance. You could feel her desperation with her every movement. With you now quiet the wet squelching sound reverberated through the room.

You disconnect your lips for a moment, “More.” You said breathlessly then trying to go back to her soft lips, but hazel is quick to dodge your kiss. Making your brows push together. “More? Like blue 7 inches more?” Hazel said almost out of breath with a shit eating grin on her face still continuing her rough pace on your cunt.

“M-mhm!” You struggled to reply. She slowed and pulled her fingers from your needy pussy. Placing the digits in her mouth and sucking not breaking eye contact with you once. She gets up and pulls a box out from under the bed grabbing her harness and the light blue toy.

Crawling back onto the bed she placed herself between your legs. The tip of the toy sitting against your clit. Causing your hips to buck up into her. Hazel laughs at your actions rubbing up and down your thighs. “Eager girl.” She rubs the tip up and down and stopping to tease your slit.

You bite your lip and look up at her with pleading eyes. “Patience baby I’ll give you what you want just let me play for a second.” Hazel continues to tease you enamored by how wet you were. She pushed the tip in making you let out a sign of relief. Just for her to take it right back out and relish at the strings of slick connected to her cock.

“God. So pretty.” She whispers to herself ignoring the fact that your squirming in anticipation. Hazel finally lines up again and sinks into you. Watching every inch get swallowed with ease. Gummy walls adjusting immediately. The back of the toy hitting her clit just right. She nearly jumped at the sensation taking her out of her transe.

Her strokes are slow and thoughtful making sure to hit just the right spot to have you begging for more. Hazel brushes your hair out of your face smirking. She was teasing you with the slowness of her hips, your brows pushed were together in frustration at her slow thrust. Not like you could do anything because her hands were keeping your hips still.

You let out a quiet “hmph” trying to buck your hips into her. She cocked her head to the side. “What’s wrong baby?” Hazel brought her thumb to your clit to make even slower circles on your sore bud.

You bit your lip muffling a whimper. “Hazel stop fucking teasing.” You said sternly, but she was unaffected looking at you with questioning eyes instead.

“You wanna try that again? Maybe I should pull out right now?” She was dead serious pulling out a couple inches just to prove it.

“No! No I’m sorry! Please, can you go faster baby.” You cried out tears nearly welling in your eyes. You batted your lashes trying to help your case. A smirk spread across her face again.

She bottoms out once again. “Since you asked so nicely. Open up honey.” She placed her pointer and her middle finger at your lips. “Be a good girl and keep quiet for me.” Hazel finished and you opened up for her wrapping your lips around her fingers.

She began thrusting again getting you used to the feeling before going faster then faster. Her eyes glued to your chest as your tits bounced. Soft whimpers gargled in your mouth muffled by her fingers.

The pace she had was absolutely perfect. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the pleasure. “We aren’t gonna use that tone again are we honey?” Hazel said through heavy breaths using the fingers in you mouth to gag you. Furthering her point.

Spit dribbled down your chin from sucking on Hazels fingers for so long. Babbling sweet nothings around her digits. Hazels hips are stuttering from the friction of the strap against her clit. She was closer than you but she’d be damned if you didn’t cum on her cock first. “Dumb baby.” She said plainly, taking her fingers from your mouth and slapping you lightly, but just hard enough to sting. The pain mixing with the pleasure felt amazing. The constant push and pull of her praise and degrading was intoxicating.

She pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your stomach. The swiftness of her movements made you wince. You let out a sad cry at the empty feeling hot tears filling your eyes. You push your ass in the air, arching your back as much as possible for her. You needed her more than anything on earth. “Good girl I didn’t even have to ask you.” Her words sent warm shocks all over your body. You hummed in contentment.

Hazel rubbed over the soft skin on your bottom tenderly. A loud smack rings through the room as you lurched forward. You were sure that hand print was gonna be there for at least a couple of days. You squeeze your eyes shut and clench your jaw. You deserved it after all, talking to her how you did.

“You take it so we’ll angel.” She praises rubbing over the sore skin. She holds the toy in her hands poking at your entrance to prepare you. She chuckles in surprise at how quick you are to push back into her. Fucking yourself on her cock without any assistance. It was enough to make Hazel let out a loud shaky whimper.

Her eyes getting even more lidded she was a bit embarrassed honestly. Even more so when you huffed out a laugh even after trying to suppress it. Her grip on your hips tightened as she fucked into you relentlessly. Your weeping greedy pussy taking everything she gave you.

“Y-yeah you think s-something funny? Let’s see how funny it is when you don’t cum huh? How does t-that—nhg— s-s-sound?”

Hazel was lying of course she needed you to cum. It was the only thing swirling around in that empty little head of hers. But you didn’t know this as your blood ran cold. Frenzied “I’m sorry”s and pleads falling from your lips. Tears falling down your cheeks at the mere thought of it. You were almost there too it would be downright evil at this point.

Your legs shaking uncontrollably giving away that your about to cum. You pray that Hazel won’t pull out of you at any second. “ ‘M g-gonna c-cum.” You said quietly still give her a chance to deprive you if she felt like it.

When she didn’t stop a blissed out smile grew on your heated cheeks. “Y-yeah? Me too.” Hazel whined out less cool and more desperate. It sent you over the edge. Your body went limp slumping in its position, offering no resistance against Hazels thrust.

Her thrust are greedy as she’s bringing herself over the edge. Her strokes twitched and lost rhythm as shes sporadicly pumping inside you until you both where overstimulated and exhausted.

She pulls out of you slowly and your body sinks into the mattress. You laid limply trying to catch your breath. Hazel in a daze gets off the bed and drops the strap to the floor. Laying back down onto the bed. "You're not a slut, I'm sorry, I love you." She says quickly patting down your hair. You laughed at this weakly.

"I love you too baby." You replied to her scooting closer. Hazel pulls you on top of her and kisses the top of your head. "whadya do today at home?" you asked her in a sleepy voice.

"I seriously only thought about you, you have no idea how much I needed that." Hazel holds you tighter.

[theyluvangel]

Could you write the reader pegging Han and Felix

Pegging Han & Felix - f!reader

a/n: thank you for the request anon! I hope this is what you were looking for! I wrote this as a headcannon, but I do have a felix x han x reader fic in progress where both Felix and jisung get pegged by the reader.

warnings: porn without a plot, sub!Felix, sub!han, dom!reader, sort of unestablished relationship, pegging, overstimulation, edging, Felix cries, spelling errors, not proofread

Jisung:

this man loves to take anything up his ass

he loves being pegged, he probably brought it up on the first date

he's obsessed with the fact that you can reduce him to a whining whimpering mess

loves being fucked in missionary or doggystyle

if you want to punish him the best way to do it is the make him ride your strap, poor Jisung doesn't want to do any work, so making him fuck himself on your strap is the perfect punishment

loves a healthy mix of both praise and degradation

loves being edged and overstimulated

imagine: Jisung laying his back, legs pulled back to reveal his puckering hole and cute plump ass. "Please." he begs, just wanting you to fuck him already, and who are you to deny him? slowly you sink your strap into his already loose hole. Jisung can't help but let out loud whines as he finally gets that feeling he's been craving all day. once you bottom out inside of Jisung, he lets out an airy moan, wordlessly begging you to actually fuck him. and when you finally pull out and thrust back into Jisungs prostate, he's gone. No longer having any control over himself, he lets out high pitched loud moans as he struggles to hold his now quivering legs up.

Felix:

felix is an angel who loves getting ruined by your strap

he wants you to fuck him until he can't think a coherent thought

don't even bother asking him to talk to you, you won't be able to understand a thing coming out of his mouth

I wholeheartedly believe that Felix cry's when he's overwhelmed with please, so its rare a pegging session goes without him crying

he just loves to give full control to you, letting you use him as you please

he loves praise, call him a good boy and he'll melt (if he hasn't already)

another one who loves edging and overstim

imagine: Felix was laying on his back, tears streaming down his face, as you pushed him towards his third orgasm of the night. You're strap hitting his prostate every time you thrusted into him had Felix losing his mind. what was once deep groans had turned into high pitched whimpers coming from felix's mouth. he couldn't think straight at this point, he was so overwhelmed but he felt so good. chanting a mantra of "please, please, please." he didn't know what he was begging for, but you were always careful not to push him too far. and anyways, you knew he could give your another orgasm.

[xzaddyzanakinx]

All Better

Warnings: Dom Anakin, Throat/Face fucking, mind probing, inappropriate use of the Force, exhibition

Info: Unburned Vader, helmet/no helmet, Ani is kinda mean but only cause he’s worried </3

“Where are you?” Anakin’s voice echoed through your shared chambers.

You scrambled up from your velvety chaise lounge nestled in the corner of your personal reading room. Anakin rarely came home with such malice in his tone, and if he was asking for you the moment he returned… you were either the cause of his anger or you were the answer to it. You quickly left the room after sliding into your house slippers and straightening up your dress.

“Here!” You smiled, rushing to where he stood in the living room.

The second he saw you his helmet came off, hissing as he unlocked it. A scowl twisted his handsome features, lips curled in a snarl. His mechna-hand clutching his helmet as he lifted his arm to address you.

“What is this business about your personal ship?” He growled, “you think you can leave without telling me?”

Shit.

“No! Ani, no.” You rushed to put your hands on his broad chest, an attempt at calming him.

“Ani, you-I just-“ you sighed, looking into his narrowed eyes. “You’ve been so busy and-“

“And what? You decide to jettison off to Force knows where with that little rat of a handmaid you keep?” He spit, cutting you off.

You could almost feel the heat radiating from his anger flushed cheeks, his brows pointed downwards in a way he usually reserved for scolding subordinates.

“Anakin!” You smacked his shoulder, trying to get him to focus. “If you’d just let me explain-“

“Explain? I don’t need an explanation.” He growled, using his helmet to push you away from his chest. “I need an apology.”

“But I-“ you felt the muscles in your throat constricting, if you didn’t know better you would roll your eyes at his dramatics.

His flesh hand out and raised in your direction as he squeezed your neck through the force. His helmet flying into the wall beside him with such strength that he dented the durasteel. An unwanted addition to the mural you’d worked diligently on while he was away on a past mission.

“Hey! Watch-“ you coughed, his grip tighter around your throat.

“You dare to test me during a time like this?” He laughed coldly.

His flesh hand fell to his side though the hold on your neck stayed tight, he approached you at a snails pace. With his hands folded behind his back he lowered you to your knees with a quick nod of his head, the breath left your lungs in a grunt on impact. As you winced from the sharp pain in your knees a sick smile formed on his soft lips.

“Ah“ step, “pol”, step, “ah” step, “gy”.

Your jaw dropped with the weight of an invisible hand digging into your chin. You squirmed below him, feeling your head tilt upward against your will. You watched helplessly as he shed his robes, antagonizing you with a nudge to part your legs with each item he removed.

He stood before you now, naked. His muscles tense and bulging in his anger, his stomach purposefully clenched tight to make his tick cock stand tall and proud. Despite his behavior, a look of compassion crossed his eyes. A clear sign for you to deny him of this if you wished, his force hold on your chin loosening enough that you could utter the safe word if needed.

A sinister grin replaced any sign of mercy when you ignored his question, submitting to him as wanted. He closed the distance between you, dragging you across the floor by your hair gripping in his mechna-hand until you were face to face with his throbbing cock. Your dress dug in at your shoulders having been pulled down under the weight of your body as he moved you. Your breasts threatening to spill out, Anakin noticed your discomfort and so graciously lessened the burden for you. Ripping the silk straps that bore into your soft skin with one finger of his mechna-hand, allowing the loose fabric of the dress to pool around your hips.

“There, all better.” He cooed, smoothing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, securing you into position with the grip of his flesh hand.

Having wasted enough time looking at the drool dripping from your eager mouth he demanded you stick out your tongue, of course you obliged. Feeling the heady weight of his length slapping your tongue. Slowly he entered your mouth, he was in no mood for mercy today, going straight down your throat with no chance to adjust.

You gagged loudly, eyes watering when the tip brushed your uvula. The only sign that Anakin gave you to acknowledge your plight was a pleased groan. He wasn’t going to fuck your face today, no, he was going to use your mouth to fuck himself. He stood still, his hand gripping the back of your head while his mechna-hand rested lovingly in the crook of your neck, thumb brushing gently across your throat. Not to soothe you of course, but instead to feel his own cock bulging your throat.

He moved your head at a ridiculous pace, snot and tears rolling down your chin to mix with the saliva dripping down his balls. He allowed you the use of your hands, so you braced yourself against his muscular thighs. Digging in your fingernails to punish him right back though it was in vain, as your nails scraped at his hairy skin he hissed and you felt his cock twitch against your tongue.

He was enjoying it, that fucking bastard.

Just as the thought crossed your mind he forced your nose into the curls at the base of his thick girth, rolling your head so he could rock into your mouth. Effectively suffocating you, his musky scent numbing your mind.

“Don’t you curse at me.” He growled.

Your eyes shot open, how had you not realized he was picking through your thoughts?

“It’s easy when you’re cockdrunk.” You heard echoing through your skull, the vibration that came along with speaking via the force sent a tingle down your spine.

“Let’s see.” He hummed, resuming the forceful back and forth motion of your head.

“Boring.” He grunted, “stupid, stupid, boring, stupid.”

He was flicking through your memories of the past few days you’d spent alone while he was gone off to destroy something or kill someone, you rolled your eyes when you heard ‘first one’ echo in your brain. A swift thrust upward correcting your small symbol of annoyance and replacing it with a pained gag.

“There we go.” He sighed, a mixture of pleasure and intrigue at finding what he was looking for.

“How sweet.” He cooed, his mechna-hand stroking your cheek. “A gift for me?”

“What is it?” He asked, looking down at you like he expected you to answer him.

So you did, or at least you tried. Choking out incoherent noises in response to him, which he gladly pretended to understand, a wicked smirk curling his lip.

“Good. Very thoughtful.” He grunted, his movements of your head stilling in favor of thrusting into your mouth. Holding you firmly in place with both hands laced together at the back of your neck.

“You know what else is thoughtful?” A rhetorical question posed through gritted teeth.

“Getting permission,” he moaned, watching your eyebrows furrow, “from your husband to leave home.”

You tried to protest, tapping his leg, attempting to reach out through your force bond that was still established, still connecting him to your mind, but he blocked it. Tutting in disapproval.

“No excuses love, you know the rules.” He smiled softly, thumbing both cheeks as they hollowed out around his length.

“I only want to keep you safe!” He growled, soft smile gone, “the rules are there for a reason.” He reminded you.

“Imagine my fear when I saw your ship’s signature leaving the Death Star without prior approval. I was two systems away and you left your commlink behind.” He forcefully thrusted into your mouth, getting sloppier by the second.

“Threepio,” he scowled, “answered my ping. Think of how scary that was for me! You didn’t even bring your droid!”

His voice wavered, as if he was actually upset, on the verge of tears. But you couldn’t see, not through your own blurry eyes. His breathing ragged and uneven a hint at his true emotions.

“Threepio!” He shouted, great he was summoning him. Wonderful.

“Master Ani! You’ve returned.” You heard him answer, the sound of mechanical shuffling nearing you.

You’d never been so thankful for your well furnished living room, the sight of you half naked and disheveled was hidden from his poor innocent eyes. Though he was unfortunately privy to Anakin’s sweaty torso and the rapid thrusting he was doing.

“Oh my.” Threepio muttered, turning around, “what could you possibly need right now.”

“Tell her how terrified I was.” He demanded.

“Master Ani-“ he started.

“Tell her!” He shouted.

“Oh alright.” He huffed, you could barely hear him over the slurping wet noises your mouth was producing. He cleared his throat loudly, probably hoping Anakin would stop.

“Sorry to interrupt you Miss, but Master Anakin is quite right. He was distraught over your leave of absence unattended, as was I. I was unaware of your departure!” He responded, quickly shuffling away.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have your data from today wiped.” Anakin grunted, shouting after him.

“Oh thank the Maker.” You heard C-3PO mutter as he locked himself in a room down the hall.

“See?” Anakin asked, his thrusts slowing, “I was distraught.”

His words were meant to sound condescending, but failed miserably, he really was upset. A tinge of guilt flooded through you as you wiped at your eyes.

“I was so scared.” He whispered, moaning loudly after uttering the words. “Scared you’d been taken!”

His voice was broken, the shattered pieces piercing your heart. Anakin could feel your guilt, your self loathing for upsetting him through the Force bond. He whimpered lowly, hips becoming flush with your raw lips.

“D-don’t” his body shuddered as he doubled over, hot ropes of cum sliding down your abused throat, “don’t you ever do that to me again.”

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[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club Series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors don’t you even dare

Chapter 013: Accept The Risk

“Are you ready for a good pounding, baby?” — Beat it Upright by Korn

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012*, 013** , 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

NSFW — aggressive!dom!eddie x submissive!shy girl, eddie’s daddy kink alive and well, size kink, spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation/crying, slapping, biting, hair pulling, choking, degrading, praise, wholesome fluff if you squint, unprotected p in v (unless you want a crotch goblin in this economy, WRAP IT TF UP), cream pie, squirting

word count: 2.8k words

“Don't pretend you're not fucking freaky, baby.”

♡

The door to the dressing room bursts open shortly after you shut it.

In storms an enraged Eddie, appalled that you shut the door in his face after he had walked so closely behind you. You attempt to act clueless, counting your tips and separating them to help tip out the staff in the back.

"Here's uhh, 20 percent for Argyle," you announce. "20 for Nance, 20 for you. I’m sorry, I almost forgot to tip you guys out.”

Eddie crinkles the money in hands, eyes refusing to leave you at this point in time.

His tear-ridden stare is all-telling. First, he’s had to hear you get fucked senseless by Steve, one of his best friends. Now, he had to watch you dry hump Henry into literally the next day — another best friend of his — in an outfit he chose for you and bought with his own money.

You really did it this time.

"And that just leaves me with my tips," you add tossing your tote bag over your shoulder. "Also helped Johnny close the register. Everyone else dipped out to bar hop.”

"And you're clocked out?" he musters.

"Well duh, if everything's done."

You're given no time to react when Eddie lunges at you, causing your bag to sulk to the floor, the straps burning your forearms on the way down. You begin to levitate upwards by the virtue of Eddie's throttling grip.

"OW!" you yelp. "What the fuck, dude?!"

Eddie cinches his arm around your waist and hoists you over his shoulders. His breathing is hard, audible grunts escaping from all the tossing you around like a rag doll. You don't attempt to wriggle free, because if you did you feel like your forehead would meet the hard floor.

You smack Eddie’s shoulder blade.

“Put me down, Munson!” you order. “I’m not playing.”

“Yeah?” he grits his teeth. “Well neither am I.”

It's like a carnival ride in the dark. You can't see in front of you or off to the side. You just know the room is spinning. Fast strobes of light shooting across your periphery as you try to make up the orientation of the room.

It is when you hear beads being pushed to the side, that you know Eddie has brought you into a private show room.

Without mercy, but ensuring you landed safely, Eddie drops you from his grasp. You flail recklessly onto the couch. It’s not until you’re out of his grip that you realize how freeing his restraint felt.

You prop yourself up with your elbows, blowing loose strands of your hair away from your face.

"Ow?" you repeat, this time flatly.

"You're insufferable," Eddie hisses, berating you with his injurious glare. His gaze fixes on you as one of his hands ventures about his own body, undoing his belt with just one quick swipe.

"Says the one who literally just tossed me into a dark room," you snap. "Have you any etiquette?"

"Shut up," he demands.

If Eddie was hard to read before, he’s certainly not hard to read now. Now it’s time for him to get even.

The silver parts of the accessory clinks as he chucks it onto the floor, eyes glued on you the entire time. You gulp as he edges closer.

He stops in front of you.

"That set was for my eyes and my eyes only, by the way,” he hisses. “Thought I told you that.”

“Hm, was this before or after you told me you didn’t want to commit?” you challenge him. “I don’t belong to you, Eddie, remember?”

“You got me there,” Eddie shakes his head bitterly.

He stoops down to your level, getting down on his knees. Eddie's unbelievably close now, a strand of his curly hair dangling in your face as he exhales hot air down your neck.

"Do you really wanna play that game?" he asks. There's a riddle in his question. "Do you?"

Your eyes meet his. They're darker than usual, not that you believed that such thing was possible. Dark. Longing. Frustrated. Forewarning.

And for a second, they flicker back to the gaze you're used to again. Loving. Careful. Respectful. Like the look of concern he flashed you when you were cross-faded in his van, asking for him to stay a while. Like the time he made sure you were good enough to dance after being assaulted by a customer. Like the time Billy came storming in, causing you to spiral into a full-blown panic. THAT look of concern.

Are you sure this is what you want?

It is.

"Yes," you gulp, consenting to whatever wrath of his you’re about to face. "Yes, I do actually."

And just like that, the animalistic gaze returns.

His throat bobs when he swallows as he verifies with you one last time.

"Yeah?"

You nod. "I said what I said."

Back to the scheduled programming it was.

It’s not long until Eddie throws himself on top of you, smacking his eager lips onto yours like it’s oxygen. You hungrily bury your hands in his hair, moaning as your tongue inserts itself into his mouth to lock itself with his.

Eddie groans and moves a hand to your throat, issuing a light squeeze while he grinds himself against you.

“Fuck,” you mewl, the second your lips break apart. “Needed you so bad, Eds. Needed you all night.”

“You aggravate me, you know that?” Eddie sighs, burying his head into your chest, kissing along your tits as he does so. He strokes your bicep lovingly as he kisses you.

“Yeah, well the feeling’s kinda mutual,” you attempt to giggle as tears of overwhelm trickle down your face. “The feeling’s mutual.”

“Do you,” Eddie pants as he unbuttons and tugs at your set. “Remember Heather? My lady friend.”

You nod between breaths. “Mhm. Why?”

“She — never ended things with me.”

There’s a slight pause on your end. “Oh?”

“She never ended things with me,” Eddie continues. “I ended things with her. All cuz I wanted to get to know you and it wouldn’t be fair if I kept her around.”

Your bottoms are off now and the top of your set hangs loosely at your abdomen. You chuck it off of you instantly, refusing to look away from Eddie as you do so.

“Wh-” is all you can get out.

“Why do you think I was so grumpy and irritated that morning?” Eddie questions, moving his lips up to press against your neck. “Huh? I was upset that Harrington got to you first. Didn’t wanna get in between you guys though…”

“Eddie…”

“And inviting you to BYOB night?” Eddie pants as his free fingers curl around your inner thigh. “I only ever invite the people closest to me. You were the only outlier that night. Feel like Steve knew right then and there something was up. But he chose to ignore it.”

His fingers trace your entrance but he keeps them there, kissing up and down your neck as you breathe deeply under him. You pout and tug at his jeans, aching to have him inside of you this very instant.

“And I didn’t intend on fighting your brother that night, and for that I’m so sorry,” Eddie sighs. “But I saw how scared you looked and how aggressive he was being with you, and I knew if I didn’t intervene it was going to be the last time I saw you.”

Eddie hands cup your breasts as he nibbles at your ears, sucks at your temples, and leaves gentle bites at the crook of your neck.

“I’m avoidant, and stupid, and dismissive, and a fucking idiot,” Eddie admits to you. “But I care about you so much. Believe me, Hargrove. I know how this shit looks. I’m just so scared.”

“Eddie…” you soothe him. “Eddie. Just shut up and fuck me already.”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he hears you say that. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief to oblige.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

Grabbing you by the hips, he shifts to reposition you, sprawling you out on top of him. You grind yourself atop his stiff erection as his hands caress every inch of your body. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you unbutton his jeans and pull them down with his boxers, exposing his throbbing cock right underneath your already soaking cunt.

A small string of pre-cum leaks from his scarlet tip.

“How bad do you want me baby?” Eddie coos.

“So bad,” you whimper. “As bad as I was tonight.”

He can’t help but laugh. When you say that, Eddie’s tongue rolls sneakily around in his cheek.

“That’s really bad,” he comments with a shit-eating grin.

“Mhm,” you nod innocently.

“You know what happens to really bad girls though, right?”

“They get punished?” you guess. “AH!”

You’re given absolutely zero time to react again when Eddie slams himself into you. God, he’s huge. God, he burns. You wince in the most pleasure-filled pain you’ve ever been in your entire life as Eddie shushes you, thrusting slowly into your heat as he fingers your mouth.

“Good girl,” he encourages you. “That’s a good girl. Being so brave for Daddy, huh?”

You struggle to even nod, diverting all your focus to accommodating Eddie’s length and girth. He proceeds to rock into you slowly, intertwining a hand with yours with one hand, and letting you suck hard on his fingers with the other.

Slowly, Eddie slides them out of your mouth so they can enclose themselves around your neck. You whimper as he does so. And slowly but surely on your end, you feel yourself stretching to make room for him, the slickness of your wet, and already sore pussy aiding in the process.

“I need to piss you off more often,” you joke. “If it gets me punished like this.”

Eddie groans. “Please don’t. I hate seeing others have you.”

He pulls you into him and repositions you onto your belly, and lining himself up behind you.

“My two best friends?” he demands in anguish. He swoops in to plant gentle kisses against the back of your neck. “Baby, really?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. “I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

“Yeah, we’ll see how sorry you’re about to be.”

“FUCK!” you squeal as Eddie deals you a rough spank across your asscheek.

He smiles grimly as you moan into him, arching your back as you beg for his cock to ruin you some more.

“I need you Eds,” you groan impatiently, grinding against him like a cock-drunk whore. “Eddie? Daddy? Master? What do you want me to call you?”

“Sweetheart, you can call me what you want,” Eddie kisses up your jaw. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you.”

He shoves his fingers back into your mouth as he inserts himself into you from behind. You mewl as you take in that familiar stretch, surrendering to Eddie as he proceeds to drill into your cunt relentlessly. The screams you let out as you unravel underneath him are like music to his ears.

No one has ever been able to hit it this good. No one ever made you feel this good. Not your first love. Not your last boyfriend. Not Henry during the lap dance. Not even King Steve.

"Who does it like me?" Eddie asks. "Huh? Who fucks you better than me?”

"No one," you admit as you wail, hands gripping tightly onto the throw pillow on the couch. You pull it towards your chest to hug it for comfort. It’s like you can feel Eddie in your stomach. “N-no one — FUCK — no one does it like you, Eddie."

He twists your hair in his hands and pulls you upwards towards him.

“Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?” he demands. “Hm?”

“Y-you,” you answer. “It belongs to you.”

A shockwave spreads across your body as Eddie quickens his pace, making sure to hit the spongey part of your heat with every thrust. He stops at the last one, making sure it stays there just a while longer.

“Oh, shit!” you moan, digging your nails into the couch. “Fuuuck, Eddie…”

“I know…I know…” he soothes you. Eddie sarcastically shakes a head at himself at the crook of your neck. “That was a mean one, huh?”

Tears well in your pleasured-filled eyes.

"Aw, she's crying," he mocks you before giving your hair another firm tug. "Can't take me, sweetheart? Can't take my cock?"

Eddie's words, albeit cruel, were deemed just for the moment by his reassuring touches. The delicate rubbing was all you needed to know that it was him asking, "Are you okay? I can stop if you'd like."

But despite being fucked out, you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. You wanted more, you needed more. To make up for all the ‘almosts’ that there had been. And there were a lot.

“Don’t stop, Eddie!” you chant. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh FUCK, right there…”

You feel him smiling to himself as he places you in a headlock between his forearms. With the newfound leverage he acquired, he pistons himself into you sloppily, a pleasure-filled groan escaping from his mouth as well.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie moans. “Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Jesus fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Suddenly he pulls out.

You whine at the sudden retreat, turning and staring up at him with disapproving eyes. He chuckles.

“Don’t worry,” his kind smile reappears, only to be eclipsed again by that same dark gaze. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He releases you to pin you onto your back so he can pound you in missionary.

As he pistons his hips into you, Eddie whispers to you sloppy somethings, saying how much of a brat you’ve been all day and how he’s nowhere close to being done with you yet.

You feel a euphoric stretch as the crook of your heels dangle over Eddie’s shoulders. He reinserts his fingers into your mouth to muffle your screams. The overstimulation of all your senses are sure to drive you over the edge.

“Wish Henry could see this,” he tuts. “He’s probably fucking his fist right now at the thought of you.

“Ah!” you whimper. “You’re gonna make me cum, Eddie.”

Your core starts to tighten and your walls follow suit, suctioning themselves tighter around Eddie as your muscles squirm and pulsate against him.

“Little does he know his best friend and boss is fucking your brains out instead,” he heaves. “Fucking drilling you into this couch hm?”

He chokes you as he sneers, fucking you deep with a pace so fast you’re sure you’re seeing stars. Was this really happening? The air fills up with profanities and the sounds of skin slapping together, wet sloshes accompanying said slaps. You continue screaming Eddie's name as your legs dangle in the air. Eddie cups your breasts for maximum leverage.

"So fucking needy," he comments. "Never seen anybody get so dumb over some cock.”

"Fuck," you mewl. This was it this time. His words are going to send you over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, I’m really gonna cum. FUCK, EDDIE!”

"I am fucking, baby," he smirks down at you smartly. "Daddy's got you. All you gotta do is take me."

“Shit,” you squeal. “Holy fucking shit, I’m cumming!”

"Take it," he orders. "Take it like the slut you are."

"Oh, god,” your vision starts to blur. “I-I’m Daddy’s Little Cumslut.”

"Yeah, you are," he agrees, kissing your tear-filled cheek. "Mine and only mine.”

And suddenly, your legs tremble profusely as your body gives out on you. Eddie fucks you through your orgasm, not seeming to care when you drench his abdomen and thighs with your pleasure-filled juices.

“Holy fucking shit, I just squirted,” you gasp.

“Fuck yeah you did, baby!” Eddie chuckles. He kisses your forehead one more time. “Fuck, I’m getting close too.”

And soon Eddie’s moans fill the air as he finishes inside you. You grind your hips against his and ride him from underneath, milking him of the last of his seed. Eddie’s dick twitches inside of you in pleasure.

Eddie shoots you a hazed-filled look, one of adoration and lust.

“I’m really gonna let you ruin my life, huh?” he says as he shakes his head.

“It depends. Do you accept the risk?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” he stares down at the puddle you two created have created on the couch. One mixture was already dripping down from the couch to the floor, and the other mixture is just now oozing out of you, now that he’s pulled out. “And did.”

You two help each other up from the couch and scatter to find the clothes you’ve aimlessly tossed around the room. When you’re fully dressed, you scan the room for some paper towels, so you can wipe away any evidence of you and Eddie staying behind long past closing.

"Might as well clock in," Eddie banters. "We've got a lot of cleaning up to do."

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IZOU X FEM READER / NSFW WC: 3.9k CW: soft dom!izou, sub!reader, mouth fucking, izou puts lipstick on you and then ruins the look, he also drops the lipstick at one point so oops, hopefully it isn't expensive. *washes hands* A SUMMARY: You and Izou have always danced around the unspoken sexual attraction between the two of you. Now that you have him in your room, with a little confidence, you try to cross the line between friendship and more.

Izou floods your senses the moment he walks into your bedroom. The heady scent of his cologne; seductive, and simultaneously ambiguous. Its detailed description eluded you every time, the same way the meaning behind his smiles and lingering looks did. You could never make heads or tails of what Izo meant to you; of what you meant to him. The uncertainty of the ‘something’ that was shared between you would haunt you even in your sleep. You’d wake up from dreams you couldn’t remember, with your heart in your throat and the taste of doom in the back of your mouth. 

You feel that acrid taste on your tongue even now, as you observe him touch your belongings. His tapered fingers lightly tap the cosmetics you left littered on your vanity. It felt strangely intimate to watch him pick them up, one by one, his hawkish gaze inspecting every item with intense curiosity. The sharpness of his jaw, and the tapered end of his nose, his long straight lashes–it all was so beautiful you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

Izou’s curiosity finally settles on one of your lipsticks. He picks it up and uncaps it, slowly turning the mechanism at the bottom to reveal the treasure hiding inside the tube. It’s a vivid rouge red, brand new. You hadn’t used it yet. You were saving it for a special occasion; but as with things left on your court to do–the initiative was never there. Cowardice makes your tongue feel heavy, so your next words tumble out clumsily: 

“Do you like it?” He turns his face slightly to observe you, a thin well groomed eyebrow rising with his unspoken questions. They were always there. You could sense them hanging off the planes of his face, the knuckles of his beautiful fingers. There were always questions you felt he wanted to ask, answers he sought but neither you or him ever addressed the elephant in the room.

Two blind idiots, performing an uncoordinated dance to an audience of no one.

“It’s pretty,” he finally answers. Izou swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bob up and down. You take in a sharp breath as the desire to press your lips against his neck clouds your thoughts. The long shape of his neck is elegant, and his broad shoulders look muscular even under his loose yukata. The silhouette was a refined tease. It showed just enough to whet your appetite but the hidden secrets underneath its silkiness was a temptation you wished to know more of.

“You can try it on if you want,” you push on. Today Izou has agreed to help you get ready for the local summer festival. You were unsure how to wear your yukata, how to put up your hair or do your makeup. It was your first time, but everyone’s excitement about it infected you. Izou so kindly offering to help you only served to motivate you more. You fiddle nervously with the waist strap keeping your obi in place, trying not to pay too much attention to how Izou applied the lipstick on his lips.

It is a failed effort. Your dark eyes are honed in on the creamy lipstick; how it covers his bottom lip in color. He traces his top lip, the contrast between the red and the fairness of his skin makes his cupid bow all the more evident. He was a talking, walking piece of art. You had thought so even before. The cruel reminder makes you feel inadequate to be in his presence but when he turns to you with a small smile you feel it flutter away into nothingness.

The warmth of his playful grin soothes your ruffled feathers.

“Your turn,” he declares, and before you can decline him, he reaches out with a free hand to clasp your chin between thumb and index finger. “Open your mouth.” You stare up at him, heart hammering away between your ribs. There’s a darkness in his eyes you can’t look away from; and you fall into the abyss. He lets go of your chin only to press his thumb against the soft flesh of your bottom lip.

“I said open.” He presses down with some force and your lips part as you breathe in a sharp gasp. His lips stretch into a Cheshire grin. His dark eyes shimmer even in the dim lighting of the room. “That’s a good girl. It’s easier if you just listen to me.”

You nod subtly, afraid to move too much and damage his work. Izou drags the lipstick across your bottom lip. You watch him with his eyes downcast, his black eyelashes look so beautiful against his pale cheeks, you wish you could touch them. You both envied and desired his beauty. In more ways than one. He uses his knuckles under your chin to make you look higher up. 

“Look up, darling,” he says sweetly, carefully painting your top lip. “The shape of your mouth is so pretty. You should wear color on it more often.” Gently, he holds your chin to tilt your face from side to side. There’s a small frown settling between his brows as he purses his lips. Silent laughter shakes his shoulder. “Although it’s a shame it’s so small. No wonder you eat in such small bites.”

His smile turns crooked, and heavy. You feel his gaze on your lips, and your mouth runs dry. There it was again–that certain something that was never addressed. You had always toyed with crossing the line, with taking his bait but always feared having interpreted it all wrong.

But now he was in your room, and surely, this was flirting, wasn’t it? You lick your lips nervously, tasting the chemicals of the lipstick immediately on your tongue. Izou sucks his teeth noisily. You know he’s about to chastise you, perhaps apply more lipstick now that you’ve partially ruined his careful work. You know this and yet you can’t keep the heat away. You can’t stop from insane thoughts taking away your common sense. What if you crossed the line now? What if he crossed it with you?

“It’s small,” you tell him at last, reaching out for his wrist. He is still holding your chin in one hand, the lipstick in the other. You curl your fingers around his cold skin. “But there’s a lot I can do with it.”

Izou seems to be frozen. At least that’s the impression you get. You know he isn’t from the way his lashes flutter when he blinks, how his chest now rises a little bit quicker. 

“Is that so?” he replies slowly, his thumb now drawing circles on the corner of your mouth. “As usual, you think very highly of yourself. It truly is so little,” he insists, squishing your face with his hand. Your cheeks push against each other, and your lips purse with his strength. It is uncomfortable to be in this hold like this, especially as he brings you a little bit closer to his face. You falter in your position, getting on your tippy-toes to keep from falling over. “What’s the best you can do?”

Your heart threatens to explode on you. You feel a painful surge of adrenaline taking over your chest before it turns into searing heat. It traverses through your veins, filling your extremities with tingling pleasure. You pull at  his wrist, and he releases your face. Slowly, you lower yourself as best as you can in your yukata, until you are kneeling on the ground in front of him.

“I-i can show you,” you stammer quietly, your own voice barely registering in your ears. Izou looks down at you, some of his ebony hair softly framing his face. Your lungs feel empty, so you take a deep breath; noisy and desperate. Izou tilts his head as he watches you. “If there’s anything you don’t like,” you turn your gaze away from him, as a flush takes over your face. It feels hot, and your eyes fill up with tears. You’re so embarrassed at yourself but now that you have taken it this far, it would be a shame to give up halfway. “You can always instruct me. I do well with guidance.”

There’s a moment of silence. It’s probably shorter than it feels, but it makes you think it’s eternal. You clutch your hands into fists, so tightly it becomes painful as your clipped nails start biting into your skin. You clutch them even tighter when Izou laughs. You look up sharply, eyes narrowed, and filled with unshed tears. The shame slowly turns to anger, and you begin to retract everything spoken until Izo reaches down with one hand, still standing before you.

His fingers ghost over your cheeks, cold and fleeting. His icy touch soothes the heat of your cheeks.

“You’re so sweet,” he says gently. His voice is melodic, and soft. “Do you promise?” he asks as he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. You nod once. Izo taps your nose with one finger. “Good. Well?” He asks you next. You look up at him perplexed. He tilts his head again, his brows knitted together in anticipation.

You blink up at him, unsure of what he was expecting of you. He looks down at himself, where his crotch would be under the clothing, and your mouth parts in acknowledgement. 

“R-right,” you stammer again, and reach out with trembling hands. You barely touch the fabric in front of him before Izou is sucking on his teeth again.

“Aht aht,” he chides, with a small shake of his head. “No, my darling. You can’t use your hands.” You look up at him, at a loss for words. He smiles down at you encouragingly. “You’ll only be using your mouth today. Do you think you can do that for me?” You nod again, and bring down your hands. You shuffle on the floor slightly, your knees painful against the hard floor. You know there will be bruises on them later, but it would all be worth it for as long as you can keep up your bravado.

The closer you move your face towards Izou’s crotch, the harder your breathing gets. You can hear yourself panting, feel the moisture of your own breath bouncing back against your face. You inhale the scent of his yukata, and detect his unique scent, mixed with soap. You hum lightly as you press your face deeper.

“Let me help you,” Izou declares. His voice is lower than before, and you can detect a slight tone of impatience. His hand is still gentle when he cups the back of your head. “It seems you’re having a hard time finding me.”

He chuckles lightly, when you yelp as his hips jut out towards you. Somewhere pressed against your cheek is a softness that begins to harden. You hungrily turn your mouth towards it. You kiss him through the cloth, feeling him harden slightly.

“Don’t worry about the lipstick,” he tells you, noticing how you seem to hesitate on adding pressure. “I don’t mind being dirty.”

Desire sits perilously at the pit of your stomach. You consider pushing it off the cliff, along with the rules of your arrangement–anything if it meant you could hold the weight of his cock in your hands. The fear of him walking away, and losing any and all opportunities to get closer to him was far greater than your perverse fantasy. You use your nose to push your way inside between the fabrics. You gasp at the sight of his exposed cock, half hard as it decides which way to lay. His balls look heavy already as they hang from his frame between his legs.

He must have heard your shock because he laughs even as he pushes on your head again, egging you on.

“Aren’t you lucky?” his voice finds its way to you, even with your blood pounding in your ears. “I’m not wearing any underwear today.”

Izou side steps, giving you more space between his legs. You angle yourself enough to drop a kiss on the inside of each thigh; a red lip mark left behind each time. There’s a faint scent of sweat that isn’t entirely unpleasant as you drag your tongue along his shaft. You bring it back down to toy with his balls. It quickly gets messy as you slurp him into your mouth, his soft grunts encouraging you even more.

“Don’t tease me, beloved,” he hisses, his hand still on the back of your head. You hear something small drop to the floor, as his other hand joins you. “Put them in your mouth already.” You open your mouth and ever so slowly scoop his sack into your mouth. “Nngh,” he grunts. You feel him stiffen slightly as you close your mouth slightly around him. “Yes, now suck. Hurry.”

Izou’s head snaps  back when you actually listen to him, when you finally give him the pleasure he wanted. The more you curl your tongue around his balls, the more his hips move, the more he just wants to hammer into that pretty little mouth of yours and ruin you forever. The idea of your lipstick smearing around your mouth and all over his cock is making him even hornier. He grabs your hair and pulls away suddenly.

“Move,” he orders you and you look up at him in a daze. Already your lipstick is smudged in one corner. Your cheeks are bright, and there is a hazy shine to your eyes that fill the pit of his stomach with heat. You had just started, and you were already halfway gone. He chuckles softly, and brushes the back of his fingers against one of your cheeks.

“Move over there,” he points at the bed. “Stay on the floor. Your back against it.”

You follow his instructions without a single word of disagreement. You scoot back until your back is against the mattress, leaving you nowhere to retreat. Izou lowers himself in front of you until he’s standing on his knees. Your heart runs faster as he pushes fabric aside to grab his own cock. His large hand pumps up and down, using his thumb to catch the bead of precum sitting at the tip.

“Open,” Izou commands as he moves his hand towards your mouth. You listen, of course. Izou pushes his thumb inside your mouth, and drags the precum across your tongue, and against the inside of one of your cheeks.

“Now suck. Make sure you don’t miss a drop.” You suck on his thumb as if you had been starved for days. Moaning even as you curl your tongue around his digit. Izou watches you with parted lips, his own breathing becoming heavier as he watches you.

“Look at you,” he whispers, his free hand around your throat. “I always knew you and I were the same.”

He pulls out his thumb from your mouth, and cups your cheek. He leans down to brush his nose against yours. His hand is surprisingly rough against your skin, as he brushes the side of your face with his palm. His breath smells sweet as he speaks against your mouth.

“So full of dirty desires, aren’t you?”

He kisses you next, forceful with closed lips at first. It isn’t long before his gentleness gives away. It splinters off as his tongue pushes past your lips. You moan into the kiss, your hands pressed against the floor. It’s sloppy, messy, wet and imprecise. It lacked all the elegance and refinement with which Izou usually carried himself. When he pulls away, you feel the coolness of the air on your drool covered chin. 

“I want you to open your mouth again,” he tells you, his cock once again in his hand. You swallow as you look at it, and take in its girth. Perhaps you had overestimated yourself. You curl. your fingers into fists and press them against the cold ground. As your mouth parts, Izou adjusts himself on his standing kneeling position, moving closer towards you. He taps your bottom lip with the tip of his cock. “Come on, darling. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

You open your mouth as wide as it goes, and flatten your tongue. Izou slides into your mouth slowly. You focus on breathing through your nose as you feel him fill  up your mouth. 

“That’s a good girl,” he groans, pushing his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. Izou snaps his hips slowly at first, making sure not to push too deep or too fast.

You watch his face carefully, deeply focusing on breathing through your nose and not gagging as he fucks your mouth. Your head bounces slightly against the  mattress with every thrust he gives into your mouth. It pushes you against him, helping him inadvertently reach deeper into your mouth each time. His lashes flutter slightly every time he pushes into your mouth. There’s a slight wrinkle of his noise every now and again you can’t decipher the reason behind until he speaks.

“Careful,” he hisses with a curl of his lip. Your heart seizes with temporary fear. “Your teeth.” He pulls out of your mouth, and you wipe the drool of your mouth with the back of your hand. Red smears against your cheek and against your arm as you do so. Izo smiles.  “Curl your lips, and relax. You have to relax, love.”

You nod repeatedly, feeling at the moment as if that was all you were good at. Izou taps his cock against your mouth again, and  you open your mouth, taking his instructions and applying them. Izou seems satisfied with your efforts this time as he picks up the pace. His hips now brutally snapping in rhythm as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat. You gag repeatedly, and your eyes water as you fight your gag reflex. You fear the worst when you taste something in the back of your throat, so you shut your eyes tightly, curling your tongue and sucking as hard as you can.

Izou cries out, and he pushes even deeper. Your eyes fly open as you swear you feel him trying to shove himself down your throat. 

“That’s it,” he breathes out harshly between pants. There’s a soft moan in the back of his throat he tries to smother. “That’s it. Look at me.”

The head of his cock keeps hitting the back of your throat. There’s a burning soreness there that  you know will make it painful to talk tomorrow but you don’t care. You don’t care about your achy knees, or how tears slide down your cheeks. You don’t care that you can barely see Izou’s silhouette through your wet lashes. All you care is that he’s kneeling there, using your mouth, his fingers now buried in your hair. All you care about is that  you can hear him moaning softly, saying your name so quietly you think it’s a dream.

Although he’s fucking your mouth at a brutalizing pace, it doesn’t stop you from fantasizing. It doesn’t keep the thoughts of him pounding in your pussy just like this away. You wish he would; desperately. Your panties are soaked, and you try to rub your legs together, the sensation silky and pleasurable against your folds and inner thighs. You try to bring your hands to the front of your yukata, to feel any part of yourself–breasts or the center between your thighs but Izou grabs your hair and shakes it in his hold.

“I said no hands,” he growl, still fucking into your mouth as he frowns down at you. “Hnng. Not even to touch yourself.” His own thoughts and speech are interrupted by pleasure. He groans gently before he can proceed again. “Is that understood?” You nod and relax your jaw once again.

You moan as he continues fucking your mouth, moans that almost sound like sobbing. It’s just when you think you won’t be able to speak for days that Izou’s hips start faltering.

“I’m close,” he mutters, his hold on your hair tightening.

Izou looks down at your mouth. He takes in the way he fills you up, how your mouth can barely take him in. He bets your cheeks feel sore from being stretched, that your jaw might even lock up later. There’s a perverse joy that comes with this knowledge. The same way that ring of red around the very base of his shaft brings. Just knowing he had been deep in that little mouth of yours, so deep that you have shed tears brings him closer to his orgasm.

It’s not your mouth, or your smeared lipstick, your dirty cheeks stained with mascara and tears that does him in; but it’s your wet eyes, your curled lashes tapered with tears. It’s that look of reverence even as you sob on his cock that snaps the core deep in his belly. His breath is ragged, as he cries out gently when he cums inside your mouth.

You make no intention to move, and he grips your hair tightly. “Don’t swallow,” he tells you sternly even as his hips stutter. As he slowly comes with his high, he pulls out of your mouth slowly. “Don’t spit it out either.” You nod quietly, bulging cheeks and pursed lips make you seem innocent and adorable. Izou laughs. He caresses your cheek gently with one hand, his other goes to cup your chin. “Open. Show me first.”

You open your mouth, curling your tongue to hold on to his semen. He looks at it, milky white as it pools on the center of your pink tongue. Izou smiles and nods once. “You can swallow now.” He watches you push it down, and notes the wrinkle of your nose as you do so. He takes no offense to it, and instead pats your head gently. “You did such a wonderful job.” Izou kisses your forehead gently, and then your cheek. “Don’t move.”

You don’t follow with your eyes as he leaves. You’re still delirious from lust, and slightly unsatisfied. Something you could easily blame Izou for but decide to just concede this time. Besides,  your  legs were tingling as they had fallen asleep. You untuck them from under you with a small cry, and beat them gently with your fists as you try to get some blood circulating back into them again. Izou returns in the middle of your efforts with a cup of tea in his hands.

“Oh dear,” he says with raised brows. His voice sounds heavy with concern. He lowers himself to your level, and presses the cup of tea against your hands. “Here, drink this first. It has plenty of honey,” he helps you bring it to your mouth.

Izou watches you with a frown, and doesn’t let go until he is satisfied that you’d do as he says. As you start drinking on your own, Izou starts massaging your legs.

“Let me take care of you this time.” He looks up from where he is exposing one leg from under your yukata.

Despite what had transpired, you somehow find it in you to be embarrassed at the feel of his cold fingers sliding against the back of your calf. He brushes the tip of his index finger right across behind your knee. You shudder under his touch. His eyes take life, and you see the smile begin to curl itself upwards.

“Since you already will be without voice come tomorrow. Why don’t I show you what my mouth can do?”

[pedropascallme]

Office Hours

Pairing: professor!Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: "'I’m sorry,' Your gaze settled on the knot in his tie before moving upwards to look him in the eye. 'I’ve been—I guess I’ve just been getting easily distracted…big room, lots of people.' Hot professor."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), implied age gap (Damien is his actual current age, reader is 20-22), student/teacher relationship, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, spitting, cum play, Medieval German literature (it needs a warning trust me), mild dom/sub dynamics, kinda softdom!Damien. If I missed anything please let me know!!

AN: Fuck it Damien Haas fic because that man has been tormenting me with his new hair and 5 o'clock shadow. I guess I write for the Smosh cast now.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses today.

His hair was pushed up, and you noticed he fiddled with it out of habit; short bangs falling over his face when he got into a point he was making before he pushed it back out of his face. It was an endless cycle.

His tie was ever so slightly loose around his neck, the first button of his shirt undone so that you could see the muscles in his neck quirk when he laughed.

If only you spent as much time studying for Professor Haas’s class as you did daydreaming about him, you might not be struggling to follow along with the lecture he was giving. But it all went in one ear and out the other; too focused on the way you could see his sharp upper teeth when he smiled at one of your peers, happy to answer a question. You liked the topic, in theory—really, you were taking the class for a reason, if Intro German Literature hadn’t appealed to you, you wouldn’t have signed up for it during your course registration, never mind that the man who taught it was young and pretty and sharp as a fucking tack. But you got so caught up with your own imagination, listening to his voice and the way he read lines of text that you otherwise wouldn’t have tossed a second glance toward.

And suddenly, it was your favorite class, and your lowest grade.

Your eyes flickered to the clock on the wall just as Professor Haas dismissed the class, his own line of sight cornering you where you sat. You packed your laptop away into your bag and began to follow your classmates out of the room when you heard your name called.

“Do you have a minute?” Dr. Haas leaned against the podium at the front of the room, looking concerned. You walked to the front of the lecture hall, fiddling with the straps of your bag and silently encouraging him to speak up again. “You’re not in trouble, I just—your grades are slipping. It feels unlike you.” He furrowed his brow, standing up straight to face you, and you hoped the fluorescent lighting did an alright job of hiding the blush that crept over your cheeks.

Busted.

“I’m sorry,” Your gaze settled on the knot in his tie before moving upwards to look him in the eye. “I’ve been—I guess I’ve just been getting easily distracted…big room, lots of people.” Hot professor.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” and he spoke with such sincerity that you almost believed him, the mortification seeping into your bones as if he knew exactly what was distracting you. “I know you’re a good student—honestly, I don’t blame you for getting distracted in here.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame, especially since Hildebrandslied is usually such an easy read.” You tried your hand at a joke to ease the tension you felt. He smiled.

“We could make it easier. Do you think one-on-one time could help?” He grabbed his jacket, laying it over his arm before returning his attention to you. “I have office hours tomorrow; I could carve out some time afterwards. Why don’t you swing by my office, we can go over some stuff.”

You tried to stop yourself from swooning, “I think that might help, yeah.”

“Great! Bring any questions you have. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You let him walk out ahead of you, leaving you alone in the classroom to consider what it would be like to spend time alone with the biggest crush you shouldn’t have.

~~~

“Come in!” You pushed the door open, standing idly in the threshold and cradling your laptop in your arms. “C’mon, sit.” Professor Haas looked up at you from the seat behind his desk. You’d never been inside his office before, but it had a cozy feeling to it; dark wooden furniture and cushioned chairs, a faint scent of lavender hanging in the air. He had knickknacks on his desk, characters you didn’t recognize, a small German flag hung over the door, and a bookshelf full of titles you were mostly unfamiliar with.

“It’s nice in here.” You spoke up, sitting in one of the chairs opposite him. He took off his glasses.

“Would’ve been nice to have a window. Dr. Topp, in psychology, is across the hall. Great window in his office.” You broke into a smile, and he did the same, keen to break up any awkward feelings to help you focus on your work. “What’d you bring for me?”

You set your laptop out in front of you, “I just…I don’t get it. And I knew I wouldn’t get it, since nobody gets it, because it’s, like, the worst, and it’s inconsistent, and riddled with copying errors—”

“Woah! Take it back a step,” He cut off your frustrated rambling with a laugh, “First things first, tell me which dialogue you’re having the most trouble with.”

“I guess…Hildebrand’s second speech? The one where he’s talking about Hadubrand.” You clicked your mousepad to open the PDF you had of the Hildebrandslied, highlighting the passage you were talking about before turning the screen towards your professor. He clicked his tongue at you.

“Think it might help to have an actual copy?” He arched a brow. You bit your lip, nodding an affirmative. You closed your laptop, watching him stand and walk over to the bookshelf, scanning the spines of the books with his finger before landing on the copy he was looking for, pulling it out of its spot on the shelf and bringing it back over to you.

“Thanks,” you expected him to return to his seat, but he remained behind your chair, leaning over you with his hand on the back of your seat to thumb through the pages until finding the passage you were confused by. “Maybe it was just the screen distracting me. Blue light, or whatever.” You offered, a shy joke to take your mind off of the way he loomed over you.

“Yeah? Wouldn’t be shocked. Helps to have it all down on paper sometimes.” His voice was deep, and it echoed through your whole body. He scanned over the words now, trying to find a good starting point, before letting out a triumphant exhale and pointing to the beginning of a sentence, “Start here.”

You began reading, painfully aware of your professor’s presence behind you and occasionally stumbling despite reading the modern English translation. You stopped when he cleared his throat.

“Tell me what that passage was about,” He prompted.

“I—I dunno, he’s talking about Hadubrand.” You felt yourself suddenly giving into the frustration this book had been causing you all semester.

“But what about Hadubrand? What’s the theme?” He pushed, trying to encourage more than a blunt, apathetic answer from you.

“I don’t know, Professor, you tell me.” You bit back, forgetting yourself and who you were speaking to for a moment, overwhelmed by him. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, peaking at him from over your shoulder. He crossed his arms, looking down at you.

“What’s distracting you?” His voice was soft and calm, remarkably still for a man whose subordinate just snapped at him.

“I don’t know…” You lied through your teeth.

“Tell me. I can’t help if I don’t know what you need.”

You sucked in a breath, sharp and cold in your nostrils, before letting it out slowly, turning your body in your chair to face him fully. “…You.”

“Hm?” Professor Haas furrowed his brow, mouth parting slightly as if to say something before quickly closing it.

“You’re…distracting me.” You swallowed. The air around you suddenly felt thick, and you were prepared to hear him tell you how wildly inappropriate this was, how you needn’t even explain yourself, that you should just leave.

“Huh.” You watched him bite the inside of his cheek, raising an eyebrow. He walked back to the chair behind his desk, sitting with his legs spread, the fabric of his pants pulled taught over his thighs. “Come here,” he beckoned.

“Wh—” Now your brow furrowed.

“You need a little motivation. Come here. Sit.” He patted his thigh. You stood, pulse quickening as you walked toward him, hesitantly lowering yourself over him, thankful that you had chosen to wear a skirt that offered you the room to spread your legs wide as you straddled him. “That’s it,” he drank you in with his eyes, raking them over you, and you preened at his actions, arching your back into him slightly to give him a better view of you on his lap. “I think…for every wrong answer you give me, I get to punish you.” His voice took a wicked tone.

“And for right answers?” You whispered.

“So confident now,” He teased. “You’ll get what you deserve.” He smiled again, and you realized how beautifully dominant it made him look. “What’s the main theme of the story?”

“I—mm…” You racked your brain, now more distracted than ever, but trying desperately to make Dr. Haas proud, “I don’t know.” You answered meekly. You felt a sharp smack on your thigh, and you yelped, bunching the collar of his shirt in your hands.

“Try again.” He ran his hand in soothing circles over the spot he had hit.

“It’s—is it honor?” You felt him squeeze gently at the meat of your thigh before his hand glided over your skin to knead your ass.

“Good girl.” He gave you a particularly rough squeeze and you moaned, falling forward onto his chest, sticking your ass out to offer him easier access. “That’s right. See what happens when you do a good job?” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. You mumbled a yes into his shirt, and he gave you a light spank. “What’s that?”

“Yes, sir.” You corrected yourself, hoping that’s what he was waiting for. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against him so that your nose touched his.

“You like doing a good job?” His words were growled, and you nodded enthusiastically, “Gonna keep doing a good job?” You nodded again, and he continued his line of questioning. You remembered characters you thought you had no recollection of; names and places that had otherwise escaped you, as if sitting on his lap and letting him manhandle you was all you had needed to succeed. You lapped up the praise he offered you when you did well, and squirmed and whined when he punished your forgetfulness.

After 20 minutes, you found yourself huddled against him, face nuzzled into his neck as he recounted the things you needed more practice with, his hands roaming over your body. He pulled you out of your hiding spot gently, coaxing you to make eye contact with him. “Do you need anything else?” His fingers traced your jawline.

“Mm…” You leaned into his touch, “Need you, sir.” He halted his movements, and his hand found the back of your neck.

“Can I kiss you?” He scanned your face, dropping the façade of dominance; you saw his eyes anxiously searching for signs that he was overstepping any boundaries you had. You almost laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, and closing the distance between you. You moaned at the taste of him against you, eagerly slipping your tongue into his mouth. He pulled at the hair on the back of your head, stepping back into his dominant role and setting the pace, showing you that he was in charge. He bit at your bottom lip before running his tongue over it to soothe the sting, then repeating the action over again. Your hand came to rest on his chest, fingers sloppily attempting to undo the buttons of his shirt, and he smirked against your lips. You felt one arm wrap around your waist, the other gripping your ass, and he stood up, holding you tight before placing you onto the desk. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and he undid his tie, giving himself space to undo the buttons of his shirt that you had been unable to.

“So pretty,” He broke from you briefly to untuck his shirt from his pants, “So pretty, so fucking good. Smart, pretty girl.” He reconnected his lips to yours, his hand on your jaw forcing your mouth open wide, allowing him to lick into you and watch saliva pool over your bottom lip. “Just needed a little discipline.”

You mewled, reaching out to trail fingers over his now uncovered skin, relishing the warmth of his abdomen as your palm connected to him. He moved down to kiss your jawline, nipping and sucking shapes onto your neck, pulling moans from you as he did so.

“Please,” You breathed out when he sucked on a sensitive spot over your collar bone, biting at the new bruise before licking over it. “More.” You felt his hand reaching between your bodies, flipping up your skirt, fingers pressing against the growing wet spot on your panties. You unwound your legs from around him, giving him space to touch you properly.

“Like this?” He was taunting you, watching you lean your head back on nothing and move your hips against his fingers in an attempt to gain friction where you desperately needed it.

“Yes, s—oh!” You wrapped your fingers around his forearm when he moved your panties to the side, plunging two thick fingers into your heat and moving his thumb in tight circles over your clit.

“There y’go,” He looked absolutely filthy like this; his hair falling over his eyes, muscles in his arm tensing as he pushed his fingers in and out of you, jaw clenched in focus, “need a reward for all the work you did today?”

You whimpered, grinding against his hand and choking on your breath when the tips of his fingers brushed the sensitive spot inside you. “Yes, sir—need you.”

“I know, baby,” He curled his fingers, pressing his palm against your clit and watching you squirm for him, “Let me see how pretty you look when you cum—show me how my good girl looks when she cums for me.” He feathered his fingers over your g-spot; fast, ticklish touches that made your toes curl and your back arch, and he soon had you trembling for him, cunt squeezing him when you came. He removed his fingers, and you felt yourself clench around the emptiness when he brought them to your mouth and told you to suck. “Yeah, good girl…” He palmed himself over his pants, and you hummed, licking your cum off of his hand before releasing his fingers with a quiet pop and reaching down to undo his zipper. He let you, watching you pull his cock from its confines.

You dropped from the desk and onto your knees, pumping his length in one hand and spitting on the other, joining them together to stroke him. He felt heavy in your hands, and you felt excited heat building in your stomach when you took his tip in your mouth, looking up at him from under your lashes to see his mouth agape, eyes focused on your movements. He pulled stray strands of hair out of your face, tugging them into a ponytail and guiding your mouth over him.

“God, I want to fuck your face,” his thumb swiped at the drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. “Want me to do that next time, baby? Use your mouth whenever you get an answer wrong?” You moaned, muffled by his cock in your mouth, thrilled by the promise of a next time. Your jaw quickly became sore, the stretch of his thick cock almost too much, and you gagged when his tip pushed against the back of your throat. He laughed softly watching you struggle to take it, hand guiding you backwards to give yourself room to breathe.

“You wanna get back up here and let me fuck you?” You pulled yourself off of him, clamoring to sit back on the desk and stripping your clothes from your body as quickly as you could, then letting him spread your legs open as he lined himself up with you. “So fucking eager—is this what you kept daydreaming about? Sitting in my class and thinking about letting me fuck you?”

“Yes—yes, sir. All I could think about,” You pulled him closer, letting him crowd you and pressing kisses into his neck while he stroked himself against you, “Needed it.” He grabbed you by the chin to bring your line of sight up to him, forcing you to look him in the eyes while the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance.

“Open your mouth,” you did as he said, shivering when he spit into your mouth before forcing your lips closed with his hand, “Swallow it.” You obeyed, opening your mouth once more to show him you followed his instructions, and he smiled, repeating the action, then dipping his tongue into your mouth to taste himself on you. The head of his cock still nudged your cunt, and you began to feel impatient.

“You want me to fuck you?” He was baiting you, had you exactly where he wanted you, and now all he needed was to hear you beg for it. It worked; rambled pleads and begged gibberish fell from your lips, imploring him to take you, hungry and desperate to feel his cock split you open. He pushed forward, nearly overwhelmed by the wet heat of your cunt as you swallowed the first inch, then the next.

“Fu—ck,” You let out a strangled cry, and he clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Gotta be quiet for me, baby,” though he desperately wanted to hear your moans, he knew it would be best to keep quiet, to not draw any attention to yourselves. Still, it didn’t stop him from pushing the rest of his length into you, watching your face contort in pleasure when he bottomed out. You let out a string of soft, pathetic whimpers, and he pulled you against his chest, letting you muffle your cries into his skin.

“So fucking perfect—fuck!—oh my god…perfect girl, take it just like that.” His voice came out in a growl as he rocked his hips into you roughly, pushing you back with the force of his thrusts until you were lying on the wood of the desk with your legs swung over his shoulders, eyes glazed over with satisfaction, completely cockdumb for him. His hands ventured upwards, squeezing your breasts before reaching back down to massage your clit. You arched into his touch, eyes rolling back and letting out whispered pleas for him to give it to you harder, faster, rougher, please, sir.

He gave you what you wanted; one arm enveloping your legs where they rested against him, guiding your body over his cock and watching the way your cunt hugged him, fluttering around him when he told you how pretty you looked, how his smart girl was taking his cock so well. The fingers on your clit sped up, primed to pull another orgasm from you.

“One more, baby, you can do it—let me feel you squeeze me nice and tight.” He leaned over you, thrusts still harsh and fingers on your clit moving with precision as he brought his lips to yours again. You let your legs drop from his shoulders and wrapped them around his torso, pulling him into you and letting him bury his cock inside of you. He rewarded you with a groan.

“Wanna cum—cum for you,” You stammered, fingers laced through his hair while your other hand gripped his bicep, “make me cum, sir.”

Your words spurred him on, and his thrusts became slow and deep, remaining absolutely carnal, pushing against your most sensitive spot and making your vision blur behind tears that threatened to spill. You pulled him down by his neck for another kiss, climaxing when his mouth connected with yours, legs spasming and thighs squeezing around his waist.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you watched his head loll forward and his eyes squeeze shut, nearing his own high. His thrusts were sloppy now, frenzied with need. He pulled out, fucking his fist before spilling over you; his cum painted your pussy, dripping over your swollen clit, your lips and inner thighs, before disappearing between the plush skin of your ass. He swore he would remember the image forever.

He got on his knees in front of you, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk before nipping at your thighs, licking his cum off of your skin. You sighed, before letting out a whimper when his tongue licked into your hole. He groaned at the way your taste blended perfectly with his own, sucking softly on your overstimulated clit while you tugged at his hair, mewling when he dipped his tongue into you again. He continued his ministrations for a while longer, returning to your thighs and sucking bruises onto the flesh. He returned to your core again, and the messy, wet sounds of his mouth on your cunt were music to your ears.

He stood again, panting, planting his hands on the desk on either side of you and head falling onto your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair.

“C’mere,” he straightened up and pulled you towards him, letting you wrap yourself around him and feel the warmth of his flushed skin against your own. His hand came to grip your jaw and you opened your mouth, "You learn so fast when you're paying attention." He mused, spitting into your mouth and watching you swallow. There was a moment of drawn out quiet; both of you steadied your breathing, remaining intertwined with each other. Professor Haas broke the silence first.

“Was that ok?” He stroked your hair, making ringlets around his finger before letting them unravel and repeating the movement with another strand.

“Just what I needed.” You spoke, voice still shaky from pleasure.

He cupped your cheek in his hand, analyzing your features with heavy lidded eyes. “Can I kiss you again?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Your cum is dripping down my leg. You can do whatever you want.”

“Can’t blame a guy for asking,” He grinned and pulled you into him, taking his time with the kiss and savoring the way you tasted, his tongue occasionally bumping into your own as you patiently explored each other in your post-coital bliss.

“Think you’ll be able to pay attention during class time now?” He leaned his forehead against yours.

“Absolutely not,” you giggled, and he kissed your forehead, “might need more one-on-one time.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, the hand that was cupping your face moved to trace shapes on your back and shoulders, “think we could work something out.”

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Restraints 18+ Ft: Hanma, Izana, Taiju & Sanzu WC:1.5k+ Masterlist Resident: @enchantedforest-network TW: restraints, tying up, bondage, penetration, oral sex, sex toys, ass smacking, pet names, being manhandled, TR men doms, breast sucking, masturbation, size kink, suggestive language.

Hanma

“Not too tight nghh” Just when the words finished coming from your lips, he did one last strap tightening. “Don’t want you to get loose on me,” Shuji smirked as he got off the bed to get a better view of you.  “Just when I thought the cuffs were satisfying seeing you all tied up in these leather restraints mmm, it just hit it differently.”

The leather straps that laced your arms pinning behind your back bound your ankles together. The only thing you had on were the straps. It was hard to keep your balance as you sat up on the bed. You could see his hardened erection in his hand as he began to stroke himself. Letting out a shallow moan. Shuji saw the way you watched him stroke himself. “You wanna have a little taste?” the playful seductive tone coming from the lanky man. Walking towards you with his hand still holding his stiff cock.  His hands reach for the back of your head “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” following his orders you couldn’t help but follow him. Your lips wrapped around his cock while his hand gripped a fist full of your hair. He began to move his pelvis into you more as you were taking more of his cock in your mouth. You knew you had to control your breathing since you wouldn’t be able to move away if it was becoming too much for you. The outer corner of your eyes began to tear up. Hamna was getting caught up in the moment how your mouth was feeling around his cock he threw his head back letting out a moan. “All these slutty ideas of yours I fucking love it.”  he let out a sinister chuckle. He had more ideas he wanted to do while you were tied up. 

He could feel the drool trickling down to his balls. Your eyes were shut trying to breathe through your nose. He slowed down his pace before removing his cock your mouth. You took a deep breath, drool was falling from your bottom lip to your chin. Your eyes were a bit watery when you looked at you. He saw you so vulnerable but that twinge of your being turned on at the same time. His hand reaches for your chin to whip off the drool. “I will let you pick the first position since you took care of my cock without complaining.”  At that point, he was making you choke on his cock. you squint your eyes at him. “I couldn’t complain when my mouth is full.” You hissed a bit pouting at him. “Exactly a mouth full of my cock.” he smirked. “On second thought I know what I want to try with you first” he reached for your ankles which caused you to lay back on the bed.

 Izana

“I told you this is what happens when you don’t behave like you're supposed to.” he tied your hands pinned to the headboard of the bed. His purple orbs looked at your body, his fingers caressing your bare abdomen which was soft.  “Tell me why you must act up when I’m doing something important?” “I just wanted your attention for a bit.” He let out a shallow breath as his fingertips gently caressed your abdomen as they traveled up caressing your breast. He wasn’t complaining at the time when you were under his desk giving him a bit of a stress reliever from the conference call he was on. 

“It could have waited when I got off the call baby girl.” his finger rubbed your nipple. “Did you realize how hard it is to contain my composure when you mess with me like that?”  Izana at that time wanted to close his laptop when it was becoming too much for him. To be fair he did give you looks and those looks were for you to discontinue your actions. But you ignored them and continued. “Well, you have my attention now. Why don’t I give you the same treatment?” He gave his signature smile. Seeing your nipple his lips latching on your nippled as you felt his tongue swirl around it. His long fingers roam lower and lower down your body. Finding your aching bud. He began to stimulate your clit causing you to tense up a bit. “Babe.” you felt your eyes roll back. Izana being skillful with his hands could feel other fingers rubbing your wet folds. Your juices coating his fingers. He slid two of his fingers inside of your pussy. “You always tend to make such a mess by the little touches I do to you.” pumping his fingers inside faster. “But it's rather flattering.”

He continued to finger you for a few more minutes and slid his fingers out of you. Your body was coated with a thin layer of sweat. He brought his finger to his lips, getting a taste of your sweet nectar. “Declible as always..” 

Izana began to lower himself more and more and he settled between your legs pushing them apart. Your juice on the sheets below you spread your lips apart slightly, his tongue slid between your slit. You arch your back he keeps your legs apart as he buried his face in your pussy enjoying your taste. You could hear him slurping your pussy up. 

Taiju

He sat in his large chair, a few pieces of his stuck to his face before he pushed. Looking at your quivering body. You laid on your stomach and your hands were bound to your thighs.  Your upper arm is bound close to your body. The more you move the more loose the ropes become. But you couldn’t help yourself. Taiju placed a vibrator inside you. He loved seeing you vulnerable, unable to remove the sex toy that was inside of you. It wasn’t your intention for the ropes to become loose. 

 Getting up from the chair you heard him walking to the bed. You heard him let out an annoyed sigh. When you felt the rope that was loose became tight once more “Trying to get loose are we?” he spoke with a stern tone.

 "N-no " you stutter as you try to speak. Getting caught up in the euphoric pleasure of the vibrator inside of you. 

  He lifted your ass a bit as your face was still planted on the bed. His finger slid into your pussy pulling the vibrator out. He saw your swollen pussy lips glistening with your juices. The devoted Christian man who prayed to god, found himself becoming hard with all the lustful sins he indulged in with you. Like a wolf stalking its prey “You enjoyed that device more than my cock?” he leaned against your body he spoke close to your ear.  

“No!” you quickly said. “That didn’t sound too convincing... I’m gonna ask you again but in a different way. What do you want right now my cock?” you felt the tip of his cock rubbing your entrance “or the vibrator?” 

“Your cock Taiju.” letting out a hollow breath. “Good answer.” without warning or letting you adjust to his length he did one sharp thrust into your swollen pussy. Taiju could feel your soft warm wet walls suffocating his cock. “Take me all baby girl. Remember I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” 

Sanzu 

The chains hanging from the ceiling, the cuffs wrapped around your hands holding them up. Looked at the table to see rope, blindfolds, and a variety of sex toys. "Be gentle Saznu," you said to him. Sanzu being the eccentric person he always is, he enjoys spicing things up in any way he can.

With an amused chuckle "Oh my sweet girl when you agreed to this you knew deep down I wasn't going to be gentle." his hand reaching as he touched the cold metal chains, his hand trailing down as he touched your arm going down your collar bone to the bustier you were wearing. Seeing the top of your breast slightly bulging out.  "Never knew how fucken hot you would look.. being chained up like this." he was becoming turned on and excited. 

"Haru.." you pause as you feel his hand grasping your throat but you are still able to breathe.

He leaned forward, his lips were inches from yours, and you could smell the liquor on his breath.      "The only thing I want to hear right now from you is the screams of pleasure. Can you do that to me?" his hand going to the hem of your panties removing them. He crumpled them up in his fist. "Open your mouth,"  he said. Following his commands he shoves the pair of panties in your mouth. Reaching for the blindfold placing it over your eyes. “They say removing one of your scenes like eyesight can heighten your arousal.” he leaned in closer “because you will never know what will happen next.” sending chills down your spine. 

His hand squeezing your ass cheeks before giving it a smack. With your mouth still full of your panties your moans were muffled. He was standing behind you now he moved your hair to one side tilting your neck you could feel the nibbles from his teeth before his lips began to suck on the nape of your neck. You felt your knees become a bit weak but the chains were holding you up. 

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[siren-serenity]

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SUB! GOO

"You dirty little whore," You grunt and Goo almost cums from hearing your words. He nods, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. "Such a professional cock sucker, hmm?" You tightened your grip on his blond locks, your eyes meeting his teary ones. "You want to swallow or my cum splattered on your face?" Goo urgently pointed to his throat and he sucked on your cock frantically, tongue swirling around the veiny parts. "Fuck!"

characters: kim jonggoo/goo, gn!reader (mentions having a cock but can be interpreted/seen as a strap on) warnings: nsfw, dom/sub relationships, takes place during 'hunt for big deal' arc, degradation, swearing, oral (character receiving) a/n: - for some reason, goo gives me masochist vibes haha - feedback is appreciated!

It's midnight in the city of Seoul. Skyscrapers lit up the cloudy skies, illuminating the clouds with their lights and essentially lighting up the world. The streets are silent, lest common folks want to get mixed up with the rumored gang fights or the average delinquent that roams during nights like these.

An intimidating, black Porshe pulls up on a dusty street. Rowdy noises can be heard a few meters away and Gun sighs, combing his hair with his fingers.

"The Workers just don't listen," He mutters bitterly, giving a glance to you and Goo who is busy playing some stupid game on his phone. "Stay here. Y/N, make sure the blond idiot doesn't do something idiotic."

You chuckle, leaning back into the leather seats and crossing your arms behind your head. "Relax, Gun. You can trust me."

He scoffed. Grabbing a black umbrella under his seat, Gun opened it with a smooth flourish before stepping out of the car.

"Trust is not the word I would use," He rolled his eyes. "But yes, I trust you more than him."

With a middle finger from Goo, Gun disappears into the rain and night. It's even more silent now, except for the occasional pings! from Goo's phone. Your eye twitches with every ping! as you tried to get some sleep.

ping! ping! ping! ping-

"For God's sake," You snatched the phone from him before tossing it into the boot of the car. Now, the pings are muffled and nothing could be heard except for your breaths and his. You breathe out in relief, leaning back into the leather seats. "Fucking-finally."

"What the fuck?" Goo spat out, glaring at you under his glasses. He climbed onto your lap, loosely hanging his arms around your neck and he straddles your waist. Goo leaned in. "You made me bored, Y/N."

Suddenly, Goo grinded his ass onto your cock and you almost let out a gasp of surprise. Blood flowed downwards and your cock just grew impossibly harder. You spat out curses, curling your fist inwards until your nails made crescent shaped blood marks on your skin.

Goo laughed. "I'm bored!"

A tight grip around his waist made him pause in his movements.

"This is Gun's car," You hissed out. "Stop."

A lightbulb seemed to flash over his head. Somehow, he managed to push Gun's seat forward so there was more leg space. He knelt in the cramped area and his face almost pressed into your bulge. A devilish smirk blossoms on his face. His hands reach out to nudge the zipper before giving you pleading eyes.

"I want," He whines. Goo rubs his face over your clothed cock and you grip onto the leather seats, biting back a groan, before nodding.

His eyes glint as he almost tears the zipper down and your cock springs out. Goo's eyes widened; you didn't wear undergarments.

"What are you waiting for?" You lean forward, putting your head in your palm and tilting it. Your eyes glint cruelly. "Suck."

No hesitation was seen in his movements as Goo opened his mouth to envelope your cock. The taste of you on his tongue made his eyes roll backward to reveal pearly whites. He whimpered at the aching feeling of his erection, a hand sliding downwards to cup it.

Your rough hands grip onto his blond hair, making him tilt his head back. Little rivers of drool trail down his chin and drip onto his expensive suit but Kim Jonggoo doesn't give two shits. "You want this?" You forced his head down and he lets out a choked sound when your cock triggers his gag reflex. Your cruel smirk makes his little heart jump and you nudge his hard cock with your shoe. "Hump." Not surprisingly, Goo begins with vigor, your cock in his mouth and humping your shoe to ease the pain of his hard-on.

"You dirty little whore," You grunt and Goo almost cums from hearing your words. He nods, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. "Such a professional cock sucker, hmm?"

You tightened your grip on his blond locks, your eyes meeting his teary ones. "You want to swallow or my cum splattered on your face?"

Goo urgently pointed to his throat and he sucked on your cock frantically, tongue swirling around the veiny parts.

"Fuck!"

You arch your back slightly off the leather seats as a wave of heat washed over you. Goo let out a grunt as he swallowed all of your cum before opening his mouth, revealing nothing.

"Tastes so good," He rasps out, swallowing again. His blond hair was mussed up and his glasses was fogged over. Yet, there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"You're not done yet," You nudge his erection with the tip of your leather shoes and Goo swallows a whimper. "You want a little help?"

There was no need for audible communication. You lifted him up by the arms and set him on your thigh. Getting the message, Goo slowly moved himself forward and backward in a slow pace before picking up. His calloused hands grip your shoulders and the only words he could say in his haze of lust was your name.

"Fuck!"

His back arched beautifully in the dim lighting of the car as he orgasmed, body shuddering and mouth open to let out a breathy moan.

Your pants were wet as Goo slumped forward, hair lolling and thumping on your shoulder. His open lips pressed on your button-up shirt and you ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

"Bored now?" You teased.

Goo gave you a middle finger and you laughed at his face, cheeks burning and his perfect image ruined.

...

"DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN MY CAR?!"

[etherynn]

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“Do you really think the cop's gonna let you off the hook this time ?” Childhood best friend, Mike Schmidt, wearily queries, a twitch of what seems to be a teasing smile playing across his face. “She has told you multiple times to let her know when you’re going out.”

An exhale of irritation — more so a whine — drags out of your throat, mortification seeping throughout your body, evident on your face as the blood boils the flesh of your cheeks. It was embarrassing, how he had the full knowledge of what lay behind his words that pointed directly to a certain someone. That embarrassment only worsened as little Abby’s focus pulled away from the current game board you three had been participating in –the three currently sitting on a carpeted ground in a hallway during Mike’s working shift in the mall, ignoring and oblivious to the stares thrown your way as people walked past you guys– her cheerful voice chirping through, “Why ? What’s Vanessa going to do to you ? And besides, you always hang out with us, so it’s not like she’s gonna cuff or lock you up.”

Sweet, clueless, innocent Abby. Oh, how you wished to be her in this moment, unaware of the impurities of this world. It didn’t make it better when her brother’s smile widened, a rare sound of a laugh bubbling up his throat before jutting his chin up and down, “Yeah, Y/N. It’s not like she’s going to punish you.”

The firmness punctured in that very word earned him the sharpest glare you could muster, but he didn’t seem bothered whatsoever, simply sinking back into the wall behind him with his arms loosely folded across his chest.

“Shut. Up.” You hiss out, eyes occasionally straying to the phone hanging above Mike’s head, pondering whether or not you should finally pick up. Hoping that if they saw you focused on something, they’d stop asking or suggesting things you didn’t want to think about at the moment. But this was Mike, despite him coming off as quiet and ‘monotone’ around others, he, to put it bluntly, was a pain in the ass when it came to pushing your buttons just for the fun of it, and as for Abby, she was oblivious to the situation and to your slight discomfort regarding it.

Mike’s hazel irises glimmer in mirth, closing and a deep sigh follows, “Start saying your prayers for Y/N, Abbs. It doesn’t seem like she’s going to make it — better yet start saying your goodbyes, yea— ow!” The sudden feel of a game item hitting his temple disrupts his speech, thrown by none other than you.

“Shush, Schmidt. Otherwise a few things you wouldn’t like me to drop are going to be mentioned.” A tinge of concealed laughter leaves you, reaching for another game piece, your threatening gaze meeting his glower while he soothes the small sting near his brow.

“Hey ! If you’re gonna play, play properly ! And if you’re gonna have a conversation in front of me, have one that makes sense !” scolds Abby, big brown eyes forming in the mixture of both your stares, darting between the two of you. “Y/N, it’s your turn.”

Chuckling softly at her expression you do as told, not wanting to encourage anymore of Mike’s remarks or keep the poor girl in the dark. He seems to get the message, for he only sighs and silently agrees with you, taking his turn after you. A few active hours pass, Abby taking advantage of both her brother and your simulated confusion to the rules specified within this game, easily and very proudly taking her place as the winner and master of it.

Though you didn’t mind, because the sight of the little girl’s face glowing with such joy brought a sense of ease within you. You’re aware of the difficult journey they’d both been through, yet if you were to say, witnessing the small moments of her happiness made it all worthwhile.

And Mike, the one who had to endure through it all, known for his frequency of discomposure and restlessness, was having one of those distinct moments of tranquility, a sight of rarity indeed. But a clear sign that they were making significant progress, and that brought a surge of immense happiness for them both.

However Vanessa diversely…was not. Her happiness had perished, and the cause for it was none other than you. She’d made it comprehensible the day you chose to leave without mentioning it so. A sliver of ambition you held onto, wishing she took the past few days to simmer down.

Taking a quick glance towards the clock on the other side of the place, you decide it’s best to finally pick up the phone, inhaling a sharp breath of steadiness. “Mind if I check for any voice mails…or current calls?” You meekly ask Mike. This he briefly smiles at, palms planting over his knees before pushing himself up and stares at Abby.

“Alright Abbs, it’s time to start gathering your stuff.” A cute pout was quick to form, deep frown accentuating it as she whines in protest though he cuts her off before she can proceed. “ –If you listen, I promise to bring you again AND get you some ice cream. Only if you listen.”

Her mouth forms a cute ‘o’, wide eyes going between you and Mike. Her stare stayed on you for a bit longer, sending you the quiet yet loud message, “Is he being serious ?”

Shrugging, you grinned unsure of what he was planning but responded, “Listen and you’ll find out.”

With that she beams, shouting and “okay” while quickly, but very clumsily so, picks up after herself, and speeds to the near hallway where there’s the security room and a private restroom. Silence falls upon you both, a smirk on his face as he gives you a nod of approval to pick up the phone. “Don’t want her listening to whatever nonsense Vanessa left you.”

You throw him a false smile as he walks towards you, arms crossing over his chest but by the way his shoulders hunch and his neck cranes forward, you could tell he was anticipating to hear as much as you were about to. “Mike, get outta my business.”

He hums in response, “you’re using and costing me my job by letting your girl leave stuff on this thing that’s not even mine. The least I get is an ear in this, yeah?” He sends you one of his lopsided smiles and raised brow, a look you knew that if any other girl had witnessed such, they’d fall immediately for his words and stupidly adorable charisma. It may even work slightly on you in the adorable department, but for your sake you wouldn’t dare admit it.

Instead you only answer him with an eye roll and a few grumbled words under your breath as your finger punctures against the digits, ignoring his look of victory. You were met with a handful of messages by Officer Shelly, voice clear and audible for the both of you to hear. It is enough for Mike’s head to turn your way, brow hitched, “Well, I stand by what I said. Abby better start praying because you really are getting it this time.”

You scoff, picking up the phone and starting to dial her number, “I’m not getting anything this time. Vanessa just… she’s been busy and wants to talk, is all.”

He snorts, “Sure, Vanessa just wants to ‘talk’. Do those messages seem like she just wants to talk, Y/N ? Or are we not hearing the same thing — jeesh you both are gayer than I thought.” His smirk widens, staring at you from the corner of his eye. “Hope you limbered up.”

A frown draws upon your brows when you’re greeted by nothing but straight to voicemail, questioning if she was at home or not at this hour. Did she have a working shift going on right now ? Did this mean wishing you should’ve limbered up before you decide to head home wasn’t necessary because she wasn’t going to be there ? Now you’ll never admit it, but his words held truth about Vanessa, and that wish you thought wasn’t convenient suddenly increased as another message came in.

“Please be safe and don’t be out too late,” turned into “Y/N you said you’d answer right away but you’re not doing so,” and “Are you sure you want to take this route with me ? Because I don’t think you’re going to enjoy the outcome, now.” and “I’m not taking it easy with you. Hope you’re prepared for the consequences.”

This Mike holds back his laughter at, a rare sight of his teeth gleaming your way, watching how the chews on your lower lip become more aggressive and your chest heaves with each nervous breath.

You’d long forgotten of the beeper she’d gifted you with, a rapid fire of pings vibrating through it. The last message holds a curt tone, words short yet impactful, “expect me to be there in ten.”

Ten already terminated, and right when you two share a glance. You tear away from the phone, eyes practically bulging out while frantically looking around the mall, searching for a store that didn’t have the gates closed down. You’re not even certain what it is you’re looking for, maybe just an act of stalling before coming face to face with your lover.

But of course, Mike cuts your thoughts off, “don’t even think about it. It’s almost clothing time, and I gotta get my and Abby’s stuff gathered.” Letting out a groan, you reluctantly agree, “Can I at least say bye to Abby ? I need a little luck before I go.” He chuckles lightly while nodding knowing you just might need it, walking out of the hall. “Go ahead. I’ll be walking around to make sure everything’s good— ”

“ —Thanks, you’re the best!” hearing his small grumble, you’re quick to run off to Mike’s sort of office only to see her in what might seem a confusing mess of blankets and sweaters tangled together but was actually an effort of fort for Abby which she enjoyed making. She’s scribbling in a sketchpad you’d given her, pulling through her vivid imagination and creating colorful, wondrous and maybe even questionable images. But of course, she wasn’t anywhere near collecting her stuff seeing as her colors and snacks were scattered everywhere. “I thought you wanted ice cream ?” You question, head tilting against the doorframe.

The blue crayon in her hand comes to a halt, head lifting to stare at you. The sight of her eyes suddenly pooled with tears, causes you to become shocked and very concerned. “Abby what’s wrong, honey ?” You quickly walk over to her, crouching beside her and laying a palm over cheek. “I thought Vanessa wasn’t going to punish you !”

Your mouth hangs wide open, eyes nearly popping out of your eye sockets at her bursting wail. “W-what ?!” You blur out, trying to process what she meant. “I heard the message she left you ! The phone in here repeated a few of t-them. T-that you’re going to suffer the consequences—” her arms flew around your shoulders, legs clinging around you that it almost caused you to stumble down and bring the “fort” down as well — almost . The contact caught you off guard, hand slowly coming to rub her back in comfort while trying to find the right mind in whether to laugh hysterically, cry from the embarrassment, put it out there simple and truthful, or just stay silent for both your souls.

You decide to settle for comfort, however, rocking the oversized baby in your arms, “N-no, Abbs. It’s a misunderstanding — Vanessa is incapable of hurting me, you should know this!” Your cheek leans into her head, the brown locks ruffling against your skin as she presses even closer toward you. “It’s just…” you struggle to find the correct words, quick to add, “a game! We’re just playing a game, alright, no harm done there, yeah?”

She slowly pulls back, pondering while setting her chin between her fingers. “I guess not … but then again when we were playing, you did kinda harm Mike.” you chuckle knowing what she was referring to and rose a thin to stroke away her tear stained cheeks, “you know how me and your brother mess around, Abby. I’d never intentionally hurt him, y’know?” She shrugs but nods in agreement, nose scrunching as a few sniffles leave her. “ ‘s she coming?”

You nod, “she 's gonna to pick me up…I think. But uh, I came to say bye to you just to see you not ready! C’mon, big girl,” you stifle a grunt as you try picking her up while standing fully to your height, using your strength to playfully throw her on a tiny, very rusty couch, giggles erupting out of her chest before shooting out. “First I wanna see her though. Then I’ll get ready—”

“No, first get ready, then you’ll see her.” You retort, shooting her a pointed look. “Otherwise Mike won’t agree to your ice cream.”  You peck the top of her head, smiling at her pout as she goes over to get her backpack and sweater. You make a halt in the middle of the doorway when she exclaims, “wait for me!”

As you wait outside, you try replaying the messages she’d left, trying to pinpoint the exact moment she began to…per say lose her shit. “Alright! Here I come!” You chuckle as Abby jumps out with her too large backpack, tiny hand enveloped in yours as she practically drags you through and out the room

 Inhaling sharply, you mentally prepare yourself for what’s next. But to your surprise —along with confusion and maybe a little relief — she isn’t anywhere in sight, only seeing Mike standing near the main doors, fingers threading through his tangled locks. “She’s waiting outside. Says you better hurry up ‘fore she comes and takes you by law’s force.” His voice and what you pray his words tinge a jestfulness in them, but you’d been around long enough to identify his coltish behavior.

Abby, on the other hand, recalling the freshly previous events, clings onto your arm to which you yelp at, wide orbs turning into slits are thrown her brother’s way, “She’s not getting anywhere near Y/N/N if she’s gonna be mean.” Mike’s brows shoot up and he looks at you baffled but you only mouth the words, “i’ll explain later.” 

You give her a hushed reassurance, one you try giving but failing to do so to yourself – pulling her along, unaware of the quiet argument suddenly sprouting between the two children for you’re too caught up. (Mike is considered a child in your book during moments like these with Abby) “Alright! Well then,” you feignly beam, absentmindedly encasing the siblings into a nerve-wrecking, shockingly tight hug, “have a good night! Actually do pray for me –” you mutter only for Mike’s ears, “And enjoy your ice cream tomorrow, ‘kay?” you smile down at the girl who sighs and nods, wrapping herself around you once more. “If you need saving, you know my number. Mike won’t hesitate in getting the cops on her.” You chuckle at her statement, ruffling her hair. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mike’s leg extends towards the automatically opening doors, palm slowly reaching out as well with the motion. Cautiously and so almost quietly, he takes two full steps and tosses you a ‘heads up’ and ‘good luck, because i know you’re going to be limping for the next few days…weeks, and if luck isn’t accompanying you, months’ glance, Abby distressfully stares between you and the soon-to-be-open door, gripping your hand, and you only consume the thickest, most painful gulp down your now parched throat. You all take a few steps in perfect synchronization, the night’s cool wind hitting your now very confused faces to why there's quite a few people huddled out a few inches in front of you, clear and loud whispers being heard.

“Why is she standing here ? She’s been here in the same spot since the morning –Is there a criminal inside?”

“It’s probably that cute security guard – seems fishy.”

“Think she’s waiting for her boyfriend ? Maybe…girl?”

“ Well someone has to tell her to go – the place is closed.”

“She’s a literate cop, idiot. She can leave if she wants to.”

“Why she kinda…”

“Don’t mind fuck with the law, Stacy.”

Mike’s scrunched up face from the security guard comment morphs into a grin, bringing his fist to his mouth as he coughs out a laugh. Abby only clings onto you while you make your way through, pulse escalating with every step.

And there she is, Vanessa Shelly, an eerie mystery fluctuating her atmosphere for inexplicable reasons you still had yet to discover, leaning against the passenger door of her vehicle under the sky’s darkness.

There’s a vague crease between her brows, a visible sigh heaving past her pretty pink lips as she inspects something blurred black that you can’t quite make out. Yet the sight of her makes your heartbeat quicken its pace, tongue subconsciously dragging across your lower lip. While you admit the past couple days had been nothing but great fun,  you didn’t deny how much you really missed her.

“You missed me, huh? If you did, you could’ve stayed to prove it. Maybe answer my calls.” You already felt the words before they could even be spoken. You practically patently  see them written upon her face as her head rolls up with a slight tilt.

‘Stunningly gorgeous’ is what you thought when laying eyes on Vanessa for the very first time, always lumbering when getting to look at her. The view you’re gifted with has your knees nearly buckling, the realization of how much you missed her more than you ever imagined rushing through you.

Her golden hair is in its occasional recede of a ponytail, and while she always sports that forsaken sexy uniform, this time’s different.  What would be inappropriate for a cop — is a flash of smooth skin peeking from the dangerously low and unbuttoning of her usual dress shirt. And her tie, the very tie you use to pull her into a kiss, had been discarded from that pretty neck of hers and is now fisted in the palm of her hand. You have the perfect idea of why it’s there, and the notion alone has your stomach curling with a sensation.

The sudden flicker of her eyes makes their emerald color bolder, darker, vivid when she’s wordlessly glaring at you. You can feel it rolling off her in hazed waves.

‘I was still in the same state, same town, same location. It’s not like I dipped and left her literally. Get it together.” You remind yourself, try to convince yourself that you’re overthinking it, that it’s just a sweet, torturing hallucination of her still being upset.

But the single gesture of her forefinger rising and motioning for you to come her way while the fingers of her other hand, still wrapped around the black fabric, make a steady rhythm against the metal of her car, and a shiny black shoe taps over the concrete beneath her spoke otherwise. Crap.

You freeze, being pulled into a trance from the furious strike in her green orbs. You’re about to take a step forward but realize Abby’s still holding onto you and with that you retreat back, forgetting about the little girl’s slightly overprotective manner, and Vanessa could only grin. 

A single view that makes a jolt pulse down between the center of your legs, your already damped panties moistening much more when her tongue lolls out of her mouth, the pink muscle she’s gifted with smoothly grazing along the gleaming surface of her teeth. Her gaze caresses your face — precious and perfect for her, meek but trying to uphold boldness — and slowly lingers down your body, undressing, stripping you bare in the middle of a crowd in front of a mall and a freaking 9 year old without any shame in her system.

The heat of her gaze simmers you when her chin snaps back up to meet your face again, grin stretching out a bit too wide for your likings. Predacious and so very thrilled while aiming straight at you.

A low whistle flies out of Mike’s lungs and Abby’s grip around you tightens impossibly more, snapping you back into reality. “Well you are most definitely,” You tear your eyes from Vanessa (you’ll soon regret it—) and snap them towards Mike, quickly shaking your head and warning him to not finish those words in front of Abby who’s currently now on the verge of tears and confronting a cop. He widens his eyes, mouth pursing and fakes a smile, “NOT in trouble. I hope you have a good time at home, friend.”

“Really, asshole?” Is what your expression yells as he tries pulling Abby away from you but she fights back, whining in protest. You stop her mid-tantrum however, sliding a hand over her flushed cheek and smile down at her, “it’s alright, Abbs. I’ll come by and see you tomorrow to prove that I’m alright, okay?”

She glares hard at you, her tears bringing those cute eyes’ shape even more while her chin props over your stomach. “Promise ?” You chuckle, smoothing down her bangs before keeping your palm there for a second, teasingly pressing down. “Promise.”

She releases you, retreating into Mike who throws you a look and taps you on the shoulder. “Call me.” He mouths, glancing at Vanessa and you can see the visible shiver shuttering his shoulders. “C‘mon Abby. Bye, Y/N, safe night.”

They turn the other way to leave, Mike saying a swift “hey” towards Vanessa while Abby’s in what may be a stare down going on between them, the older woman’s eyes holding mirth while the girl’s hold nothing but venom. She chuckled, turning back to look at you with a quirk marking her lips. The slow, measured taps her fingertips make didn’t stop the panic from rising as you get closer.

She pushes herself off the police car, much to the relief of the people who still hovers around.

She saunters your way, hips hugged in those black trousers and waist high from that black belt accentuating them in a way that leaves you senseless. Despite the minor height differences, her forehead nearly brushes yours, shining verdant irises capture your own broad ones and your breathing draws back. Thoughts vacate from your pretty head when her grin morphs into a smirk, slow and devious. Retribution. Reckoning. Punishment.

“Hi, Nessy!” The words choke out very hitch pitched and wonky. As if second nature, your hands automatically go to the front of her pants, fingers hooking onto the smooth buckle while inspecting the golden badge shining on her chest as if it’s the most interesting thing yet, as if you’ve never seen it before, meekly glancing up at her through the curtain of your lashes. But when your gaze falls back down to her badge, you notice something. It’s the pucker outlined from her light colored shirt, the visible plump and fullness of her breasts liberated from any under garment, hypnotizing you with every breath heaving them up from your bulging eyes and now salivating mouth.

Adorable. She thinks, content hum resonating through her body. And good. She should be worried.

“Y’know it’s against the law to be trespassing on public property when’s already closed,” she announces loud and firm, staring hard into your eyes before she brushes forward, chest caressing yours while tilting her chin up the way she always does when she’s in consequential, sexy cop mode that sends another jolt down your pants and continues speaking, “including loitering. Now I’m not much to pry on that law, but I will do much more than that if you continue staring into what doesn’t concern you.” her smirk turns into a tight line, eyes sweeping across each person. “Leave before you too get a punishment,” her hands encase your wrists as a mimic of handcuffs before releasing, “and not in the way this one’s about to get.”

Her low chuckle fans across your mouth at the small curse word leaving you, not sparing a care to those urgently walking past you both. “I’ve had a lot of time to think of what I was gonna do to you when you got back,” her fingers curl around the curve of your hips, tugging you in until they are against her own and her mouth hovers over yours to inhale the sharp breath you let out.

“I really hope the fun was worth it.” Her lush lips slip perfectly between yours with each word, slurred tone rumbling to your core.

Fuck.

“Vanessa, baby, it was only a few days, nothing major—” you weakly retort while being unable to stop your hands from sliding to her back, fingers pressing and dragging down the blue material of her shirt.

Raw heat radiates from you both, the combination of her fragrance and yours wafting, mingling around you in such an overwhelming way that nearly dries you deliriously, the scent far too much as she inches closer to your body. Seconds tick by faster yet the minutes seem to slow down as you let out puffs of air, the ability to breathe with her so close becoming so difficult.

Her brow quirks up, those green irises striking as if challenge, as if daring you to repeat yourself and for your sake, you don’t.

“A few days” is what the outlines of her mouth annunciate silently, repeating the words a few more times while glancing at the necklace accentuating your collarbones — wrestling with the thought of replacing it right there with the fabric of her tie and have you beg for forgiveness in the middle of the space — her grip on you tightens, painfully but oddly arousing leading to your forearms. You know you fucked up now with your statement as she sports a look that not only screams livid but offended.

Your ability to get out is pathetic, how could you when her delicious breath becomes yours, when everything within your system seemingly about to crash as your blood roared loudly in your ears?

You can tell by the sudden action of her switching positions with you, the back of your body now facing her car, pressing you firmly against its side. “only a few days?” She says aloud, her hand without the tie reaching behind her, the sound of a few clinks being heard as she tries shuffling for something. The look in her eyes becomes more deviant by the second, and their color somehow becomes darker when she cranes closer, the curve of your head pressing against the upper rim of her car and back slightly arching against it.

Her hand comes into view for a blur moment that you can’t make out when it dips into the waistband of your lower attire. “Vanessa,” you hiss out, a warning that made her grin widen. Your gaze is frantic around as a few people —employers— are going around you as they try and make their way out, no one questioning or daring to look at you for more than 2 seconds. To anyone else, it may look sweet, maybe two lovers are very comfortable with PDA. Anything but, Vanessa shifts closer, molding herself into you so that her touch snakes down, something tiny, cold and firm nearly close to being placed between your slick folds.

Glancing down, her brows slightly rise at the building mess between your legs, clinging to the skin of her fingers. Her grin never ceases, especially at the slight whine meeting her ear when her fingers stroke over, nestling the small bullet to your clit. Leaning her head back, she pulls away and takes a step. “You’re smart enough to remember your words now, hon.”

It’s a knowing threat and an anticipating promise all twined in one, locked with a soft kiss on your lips. With her finger hooking over the gold around your neck, she yanks it off, a few beads falling to the ground and your gasp follows the tiny sounds. “W-wha— Vanessa that was my favorite one—” Your yell is cut short when the dark fabric is sliding down your head and falling around your neck, tightening with the harsh tugs she gives.

“Quiet. You’re in no place to argue right now.” That sharp and authority voice is back, whines roll and rumble in your throat, eyes shutting for a moment as her lips stroke across yours. The second it’s just you two, it's fast and urgent how she moves against you, how sinfully wet it is as she laps up the lingering taste of your mouth, the strong and addicting flavor that is solely you as she slots you up, palming your ass closer.

Your head slants whenever she pulls away for a slight moment. Instantly coiling her fingers into your hair, her grip strong whenever she was overwhelmed by you, how there was nothing sweet or soft with this kiss but hard, overwhelming, claiming. When you suck in a sharp breath, she takes advantage in deepening the kiss; every stroke of her tongue was felt in every shiver erupting over your skin, in the inexplicable heaviness in your chest, the curling and tightening sensation below your navel as her fingers tightened around the base of your throat along with the tie, how her teeth sink hard into your lower lip in warning when your hands travel farther down, reminding you this isn’t for your pleasure. Not yet.

“A few days huh…” she sighs, the pads of her index fingers pressing behind your ears and thumbs resting over the soft structure of your jawline, stroking the skin there. Your upper lip slots between hers, the combination of both your saliva glazing over it as she suckles it, tasting, inhaling before her tongue dips into your mouth with a soft moan that makes you feel more than hear: “I love you.”

She breaks away when your arms start wrapping around her waist, thumb stroking over your glossy lip, “a few fucking days without you. Do you have any how hurt I was when you left me, Y/N?” She grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. She hums at the regret and bliss flashing your face when her hips pushed against yours.

Swallowing thickly, you feel blood rising up your neck, arousal dripping straight down your cunt. Her fingers pressing against your cheek gently, grinning widely. You didn’t move nor speak, simply waiting for what she did next. The sound of your heart drum filled your ears, tiny tremors racking your hands and legs.

She watches as your eyes flicker across her features, the desperation absorbing them as it hits you she’s planning to torture you in ways you couldn’t imagine yet. The longer you watch the glint in her eyes intensify and smirk spiral, the more anxious and wanting you become.

Sighing deeply at your amusing silence, her hand goes behind you, fingers tugging the door open as you’re gently pushed into the car. “You’re about to learn.” The words were too hushed yet you hear them clear, right before you feel the harsh vibrations on your clit. Brows high, lips ajar in the state of shock you catch a glimpse of her finger pressing over a tiny black remote in her hold as she walks in front of the car, the intensity between your legs increasing.

“S-sh—V-vanessa!” The drive to her house was a torturous blur because of how she kept bringing you to the edge, only to take your impending orgasm away over and over again while your hips jerk beneath the shaking sensations of the small toy. It didn’t help when her palm occasionally fell over your thigh, thumb straying and encircling painfully near your clothed core.

A sexual frenzy warped your mind, legs thrashing and heart stuttering hard against your ribcage, she continued teasing you with every stroke and pulse, Though with each passing moment, she seems unfazed by your sounds and movements while her gaze stayed fixated on the road ahead of her. It’d been maddening to crash, for her being a cop and all, yet it was more maddening with the way she plays with you, toying with your emotions. you feel a surge of frustration rising within you, a fire that threatens if you didn't do something about it. Everything she did and said was as a sharp dagger, cutting deep into your heart and making you ache with desire, orgasm dangled right before your eyes just for it to be painfully torn away.

She knows your body well, every twitch, every reaction, every rigid movement, how your jawline trembles with each fallen moan. “need a hand, doll?” She had reached over, stuffing two fingers within the built up puddle between your legs, slow, restraint, barely satisfying the ache you had there in the unfulfilled purpose of letting you come. You clenched, swallowing those long digits while before she abruptly pulls them out off your abused pussy, dragging out translucent strings of your oozed cum with it. It seeped on the material of the seat, a dark chuckle bellowed from deep within her throat,

“not yet.” is what she murmurs around the tips of her fingers while they smear and gloss her pink lips, tongue striding up your juices so sensually and fucking teasing it makes you whine all over again, longing to get out of this damn car when she pulls you by the tie and teases your mouth with her languid tongue in front of a red light.

Finally, fucking finally, you make it to the driveway, and she can’t help but smile at your glistening eyes, the rapid pants rising up your chest as she opens the door for you and tugs you out. “Nessy, baby, please forgive me— I love you so much and missed you and remember you told me to not—” she cuts you off with a low chuckle, head shaking as you cling to her while stopping in front of her car. “Vanessa, you told me to keep myself occupied and distracted so I can have some me time and—“ your voice tapers when the back of your knees meet the front of the vehicle. She glowers at you, a pout puckering that mouth of hers in a clear message for you to shrink back and not make this any worse.

She pushes you backward, hands looping around your inner thighs. “Keep them wide and open for me.” You have no other choice but to give into the command and your unsteady balance, back meeting the cool metal beneath you. your hands fly to land over the hood in support when the tip of her digits tap over your soaked panties, nudging the tiny object even closer than it’s been to your clit. A panic surges and twins your arousal however, head turning around you to see if anyone in the neighborhood is out.

“V-Vanessa,” you mutter out only for a hiss to seethe from between her teeth and raises a hand to the forgotten dark neckwear, tugging you forwards. “I’m not repeating myself, Y/N. I’ve had time to think when you left me.”

“Again, i didn’t leave you— shit!” She thumbs up the speed of the small sphere dilapidating your nub. Your whines, mewled and prolonged with each turn of the dial until you’re squirming, you’re slick dripping on the painted exterior. It earns a rumbustious laugh, one that makes her eyes crinkle slightly.

Vanessa watches as your head cants back, trying to keep yourself up with her elbows. Her bottom lip curls between your teeth, gnawing the flesh while eyeing the perfect view of your throat, falling lower. Your palms had rosed to clutch onto your breasts, hitching your shirt higher up and exposing the longing sight of your skin. And you feel her watching so you hoist yourself up to meet your gaze, however, they were focused on the exposure of your pussy, watching every squelch and drench it produces just for her.

She easily takes a few steps back, reaching for the keys to unlock the door and leaves you like that for a few selfish moments as she goes to do that first. She returns with a smile of warm pride at the sight of you; helpless and shamelessly pleading for more, legs trembling, hips hitching, knuckles draining their color at the tight hold your fingers had on your own flesh . Your eyes screw shut as it grows too intense for your delicate state, the tip of her index finger returning and pushing against the bead.

The corners of her mouth lifts when your face shreds into pathetic bliss, the sparks igniting in your stomach, the band barely seconds away from snapping. She’s entranced when you squirt completely over her car, not minding the mess you made across her lawful vehicle. She’d have fun cleaning it later, but right now she pulls you up by the tie, giving you a sloppy, wet kiss.

“Good girl,” she pants into your mouth, “inside. Now.”

She doesn’t ask nor state but demands. You slide off the hood, legs wobbly enough to almost fall on your knees from the aftermath of your orgasm sparking with each step you took. “B-but—”

she exhales, unfazed by your starting point when she tries guiding you to a steady stand, “Either in or now, love. You pick.”

with the every ounce of strength you have left, you manage to speed inside, jogging past the semi-tidy living room and the kitchen —taking note of the scattered paper reports and vanilla folders open—beside is a few snacks and a jar of cool water followed by an empty glass waiting to be poured in. The heavy steps meeting the wood of the floor has you resuming your rapid pace upstairs, knowing you’re in for what seems a torturous long night.

she stays quiet as she walks, listening to the quick thumps of your feet in the bedroom, smiling proudly. ‘Good girl,’ she thinks while deftly working on the buttons of her shirt, tugging it free from its idle tuck in her pants which are soon to be discarded but not before hooking off the familiar sight of shining cuffs from her belt. She shoves the door open and grins at the sight of you bare and sprawled on the bed, the only clothing laying on your skin was that black tie and it drives her insane. But without a single word, she presses on the little button in her hold, and the vibrations are back and overstimulate you over and over again.

She pads towards you, letting your sultry sounds guide her, let them remind her how they consumed her dreams and thoughts. She’d been restless when you were gone and now that you’re back where you belong, with her, it felt at ease. As if she could breathe again with you here. She finds a place for herself between your legs, rosy cheek resting against your inner thigh while smiling at the sight of your face. lips ajar, jaw slack, hair disheveled from sweat and writhe, crumbling right before her eyes. She missed you, missed the very sight of you coming undone for her.

But as her head dips down, she missed the sight of this; your tender, swollen lips glistening, muscles flexing and painted with juices flowing from that beautiful cunt, walls fluttering senselessly around nothing but the soft breaths she gifts you, twitching to feel more, the scent intoxicating and flooding her whole.

“You did leave me.” She accuses, trying not to show the effect, gripping your thighs as she pulls you closer and plants a small kiss over your flesh.

“Baby you gave me money—”

Your argument turns into a breathless shriek as the vibration returns and a hard smack meets your thigh, shooting you a pointed look. “I’d expect you to let me know when you go out. But instead you abandon me.” Her pretty pout caused you to whimper before your eyes trail behind her, hypnotized by the silhouette of her naked, curved figure. “so now you’re going to make up for it.”

You don’t have time to think or speak as soon as her tongue caresses into your folds. An audible slurp makes your body stiffen as her lips nudge over the buzzing button, watching as its silver color shimmer, reflecting the sparkling drops of your arousal. She suckles it clean, the tiny action from her lips make it roll down, freeing your clit from it, leaving it open for her mouth to quickly latch onto.

“Fuck!—N-no, nessy please I need a minute!” Too much it is for you, trying to back away from a mouth so welcoming and overwhelming, and sloppy and all she’s been thinking about since you’ve left her. Yet her arms coil around your thighs firmly, never breaking eye contact as she slowly hoists them over her shoulders, preventing you from any chance of escape. “you owe me,” she murmurs, earning a whine in response. “need to taste, to punish, so fucking take it.”

Her fingers clutch you close, the flat of her tongue kneading through her slit up to her nub, fervent emerald hues daring you to look away. She was utterly ruthless, sending jolts of tormented pleasure through you, her ego growing with each mewl and cry.

She tastes your pussy again and again, taking time to savor what she’s been craving these past days. The pace was slow, torturous. It has you sobbing as narrowed waves of scorching sensations make you throb and ache, the weight of her arms keeping you in place. She shivers with excitement, because how could something so quintessential be hard to tame right now when she yearns for it?

“n-need a minute, Vane—” you rasp out, cunt pulsating ways you didn’t think it could and bring your hand down. The haste of her head shake has your swollen nub following along in her smirking mouth, her words vibrating through. “denying me what’s mine, taking my sources and now I’m supposed to not fucking savor this?” she says, forged hurt furrowing her brows and pouting her mouth before a vile laugh leaves her. “I don’t think so.”

Vanessa’s tongue skims to circle around your puffy clit before setting the bullet in once more. She chuckles at the tears kissing your waterline, drenching your lashes as they flutter down, curtaining the dilation of your pupils while whimpering out an ‘okay’. You know very well that everything expected to come was what you deserve. What you owe her from your leaving.

You back bows at the touch of her lips, fingers digging into the mattress at the glides of her wet muscle. The pulsing of your heart stops for a second, the riot of sensations she’s conjured up seemed unfathomable once her moans rumble through yours.

Your head falls back, mindlessly writhing and squirming with no sense of rhythm behind your movements. The sharp sensation in your stomach became addicting as her tongue gently traversed the contours of your folds, descending towards your entrance, soon lapping vigorously, dragging the tip up near the bullet. Without any hurry, sucking and licking as if it’s the sweetest thing in the world.

She’s drunk on the waves of your sex, praising with her tongue as you release once, twice, three, almost four times, fingertips rising to graze the already sensitive lips of your cunt.

The back of your thighs hoist over her collarbones as she pushes you up, closer to her mouth. "Look at me now.” She instructs twice once she feels your final orgasm approaching, and this time her fingers slip themselves in your sopping pussy, generously coating them with her spit and the slick she collected before slamming them back within your suffocating walls until you meet her fiending gaze. And there it was— the sharp burning pleasure and pain coiling and twisting deep within you, all of it unraveling with a saccharine moan, shocking you with its intensity.

She slowly sits up, lips glazed with your sweet arousal before she licks over their coating. "Good girl." She murmurs clear enough for you to hear as she pulls the little toy away. You don’t respond and she doesn’t expect you to, yet she knows you caught it once your hand strokes her blonde locks and hums. She simply waits and gives you a moment to try and catch your breath. To gather the little left of your energy and make do with it, because this? This was barely the beginning.

And the thought alone couldn’t wait any longer. The anticipation of.. using a recent toy ripples through her when she climbs off the bed and walks towards her dresser, reaching for it and runs finger along the length with a smile of glee. She then grabs the cuffs — unlocking their chains as your eyes come to view.

“W-where did you get that?” Your question stumbles when you see what’s being carefully slid up and nestled between your legs, already pushing yourself up and scooting back against the headboard. She didn’t respond, the proud smile hoisting the corners of her mouth and the spark in her orbs speak loud enough for your eyes to once again widen.

“Have you ever been handcuffed, now?”

“I- sexually or by law enforcement?”

a laugh rumbles her chest, full breasts very lightly swaying by the motion. “Maybe both.” The weariness is nearly completely washed out of your system when she straddles you, her weight pinning you down while her tanned thighs locked around your sides. Hands planted over them, your tongue sweeps across your lip before biting it at the sight of what’s now between your legs, at how it leaned up and against your stomach, at what she’s been up to these past days; her very own strap. It was slick with enough lube already, the colors a deep violet hue, veins pulsing and streaming around the rather thick shaft.

The way it poked between her legs has you hypnotized, drooling even and this she takes advantage of, curling her fingers around your wrist and lifts it, closing a cuff around it. You snap your head up, moments before she takes your other wrist, the soft rattles echoing through your ears.

“Safe number, now?”

The blow of her breath and ghost of her mouth muddles your mind, words shaky and aerated when responding; “10-2 for c-continue, 10-3 to s-stop.” Her smirk grows, lightly tapping your cheek. “Good girl.”

‘Good girl’ has its praising proclivity yet its kryptonic blemish sunk into it as you become puddy beneath her, whimpers increasing its octave when she nips the skin beneath your ear, “missed you,” she breathes out, “thought about you every day, every shift, every night…”

She hoists herself a bit more up, a leg being thrown over your shoulder while her fingers slide beneath the dark fabric, pulling you closer until you’re face to face with her pink pussy lips, arousal longing to gush among your salivating tongue. Prying up your hazy eyes in question, a rush of pride surges through her at you asking, giving her your submission. Bold green hues sparkle in approval, and that was all you needed before diving into her spilling sex.

You’re fueled with the breathy sounds she produces, the overwhelming aura and power she has hooked into you, the way her essence glistens your lips and fluids become the nectar you thirst and consume it with all your greed. The tip of your tongue nudges her pulsing clit, meekly licking, slowly evolving into bolder, savage strides with her guidance and relish in her coarse praises. Between “good fucking girl,” and “don’t get all soft on me now,” you heard, the rest blurred and drawn away with her pitched moans escalating into a screech and whines of “I’m close, d-don’t stop,”

Ovations encased around her bundle of nerves when she started palming you deeper, fisting the neckline around you. “F-fuck!” Her sex glistens your mouth, drops gushing down your chin to your chest, becoming one with your skin. With the aftershocks still trembling through her, her thigh was brought down, smiling down at you.

Your silence lumbers a concern through you, leading her fingers to lace around your neck gently, thumbs pushing your chin up. She catches a spasm of worry across your features, earnest eyes peering through your disheveled hair. “H-have you ever—”

“Well, y’know what they say,” she carries a gentle grin, the pads of her fingers digging into your skin, “practice makes perfect.” This, you can’t contain the moan of ecstasy, throat burning with each dipped swallow the now sore skin did under the scratchy, soaked-from-your-sweat material of her tie when another tug is elicited by her. She chuckles when your head dips over her breasts, sighing in overwhelm by the information she’s given you, illusions of her touching, fucking, playing with herself just for this made your need to touch her spiral, to entangle your hands in her hair, to litter her pretty skin in so many kisses, latch onto those puckered pink nipples crystaling under the heat of your gaze in this moment, wanting to make of for the lost of time.

You subconsciously act upon it, muscles of your arms clenching when the clink above you hits you with the resuming realization of being chained to the bed. “Fuck.”

She giggles, pulling you to her mouth. “You’ll like it. I already do.”

Her lips drunken you, taming your doubts and worries as her hips elevate, dragging her soaking cunt down your coiling abdomen. Your mouth envelopes her upper lip, the brittleness of your moans hurling through her once her walls slowly start constricting over the tip, engulfing more bit by bit. It was odd, how when she did so, the pressure of the hardness on you buzzed against your cunt, adding onto your pathetic pleasure.

“You cannot come or move, y’hear me?” She pants out, thumbs pushing against the corners of your pouting mouth. She watches as your eyes grow beseechful and frustrated, wanting to argue. She only shakes your head, a warning streaking her face before she begins pacing herself, starting off slow and steady. Hips were moving along her set of mind, bucking whenever she felt you begging for more.

Having the upper hand, she relishes in the sight of her lover surrendering and utterly pathetic under her, shoulders tightening as you lift yourself to meet her movements. Your glossed eyes go from watching her every move intently to closing on their own as if it was too much for you to handle when she thrusts down. The feeling increased tenfold when her fingers pinch over your nipples, kneading the pebbles harshly while greeting your hips with another snap.

“Do you like it?”

A deep breath blew from your supple mouth, body quivering with ecstasy. The sparkles in your orbs glimmer, and as if in a trance, you nodded. Pupils twitching under her closed eyelids, you release a delicate shuddering gasp as you inhale. “Y-yes I do…” you whine, a shiver rippling up your spine. “I-I love it, but I-it hurts w-when you do t-tha—!” our whine conjures into a screech when her pinches narrow, a full on vibration striking your frail clit.

“Good girl, hon..” she whispers, eyes bright and full of merriment. Her face leans closer to yours, her breathing controlled, deep, and hot over your upper lip. Her grin had broadened to a nearly sinister level of joy. “I'll make it better for you, yeah? You’ll get used to it.” She speaks softly, grabbing ahold of your jaw in a firm grasp, yet her fingertips knead tenderly against the skin.

Your gaze flickered down to her breasts, reminiscing their very shape, the way each droplet of sweat painted down her ivory skin, somehow accentuating every detail of her curvaceous body. The moment of your staring was brief and subtle, yet to both of you it felt like a lifetime. Her hand, as if having a mind of its own, trails down your tummy, a mirthful smirk playing on her lips at sight of the new found muscles constricting under the scorching touch.

Searching your eyes for a moment, wanting the final approval for her to continue, if you’re truly certain you could handle more of what she’s about to give you .

And you fucking were. Gosh, you were and trusted her torturous and blissing actions. With every skim her fingers did across the flesh of your stomach, the way the brims of her teeth scrapes across your cheek, your mouth, down your nipples, it made the heat take over, a raging conflagration rising up within you until it spewed over.

Your mind becomes clouded and the pulsing between your legs nearly unbearable. Nonetheless, you didn’t dare to thrust yet, having an inkling that if you disobeyed her, she’d make sure you’d pay dearly and wouldn’t allow you climax whatsoever.

Whimpering deep in your chest, your fingers clench around the chains whenever the metal around your wrists bit your irritated skin with every movement as she sinks down on you. But you didn't care. You— and her— were desperate to be as close as can be. Her heaving breasts, her rolling hips, fingerpads pushing into your tender skin, body sliding into yours so whole, so complete you cannot tell where you stop and she begin.

You want to give more, want to implore her, whines and pleads pouring from your rasped throat as her walls devour your faux dick. As you devour each other kiss by kiss, touch by touch, thrust by thrust.

"You’re doing so good for me, y’know that?" Her voice is soft and low, leg coiling around your waist, every blissful tremble your body creates being swallowed by her curves. Her question draws out whimpers of ‘yes’s into her skin, forehead grazing her jawline as you try burrowing deeper into her, slick hips grounding full force onto yours.

“How ‘bout this, then?" Her lips brush against the shell of her ear, tenderly stroking the damp skin of your neck in hopes to ease your quivers. "if you keep being a good girl, I’ll let you move and come now..." her voice fills with sinful promise, patiently waiting for you to oblige.

Her tongue and teeth ravage yours as if it's the final thing she’ll ever do. Biting, lapping, kissing, exploring every nook and inch of your mouth until what's left of your mind hazes, until the air in your lungs is sucked and consumed by her. Until all you could do was feel and receive what she gives you. “M-move now.”

Finding the slightest of strength and confidence in herself, you grasp it, letting it bolden your actions as your teeth encase around her lower lip. Moaning, she squeezes around your neck—loving how the black her tie coils around her knuckles, how you feel under her palms, how she recognizes your deep gulps and swallows while pressing herbdigits down the middle of your throat just a little bit more, not too much yet not too faint, wanting to notice and experience each flex and moan you’ve form— growing desperate to pull you closer.

Yet it is impossible, seeing and feeling how clasped and tangled you are. Still, the effort drawled a soft, pleading moan from your chest. The plea of want— or need to fulfill her desires, to be the only one who could ever fulfill them. It has your bonded wrists twitching and tugging with blissed anticipation, and she feels every wave of desperation roll off you.

You waste no time in levitating your hips up to meet hers halfway, the tremors of such forceful impact crumbling her to the bone. "Fuck, y/n!" Her mouth tore from yours as every feeling she’s ever experienced wells her stomach all at once again and again, pushing her to her climax twice.

"Am I being a good girl for you?" You ask through her third, just as breathless as she is. The softness of your words make her smile, soon whining at your shallow thrust. There was eagerness in your voice; to hear and absorb, to be at service of every pure wish and filthy desire as if it was your soul purpose. To let her approval and praise ignite the actions you body fuels just for that very purpose.

So she feeds that eager pleasure: "You're doing better than good, baby,” she gasps, breasts arching into you. "So, so good—" Hope sparks your gaze, motivating you with punctured thrusts, groaning as soon as she dives back into your mouth. Into you, the wild and endless incandescence between your flaring bodies.

Dazed, captivated by the reek of sex and your juices, the essence of it branding her skin and shriveled sheets. Her needs and desires sink into the deep depths of her venereal oceans, begging to be combined with hers.

She feels the urge to persist and remind you, “who’re you being good for?”

“Y-you.”

Satisfied with your answer, she begins to increase your pace and returns to her firmness.

“Who's making you this pathetic?”

“Y-you!”

Deeper, she bucks into you, body winding and hips grinding much swifter than before, in return hearing your earnest apologies and love for her.

“Who's gonna make you come now, huh?”

“You, Vanessa, just you, baby! Please, let me—”

Your whines are cut short as her hands fly to tangle in your hair, each individual strand wrapping around her fingertips and knuckles until she’s tied you in ways that felt so fucking perfect and overwhelming all in one tug and whisper: “Come.”

Hitching one leg higher up your side, you waste no time in ravaging her until you feel your climax peaking, your frame shaking out of your own control. Nearly out of breath, hysterical trying to find rhythm in your movements from such an intense high after being edged for so long, from trying to focus on pleasing her.

"Good girl..." she praises while her sore hips rock against your bruised ones, the band churning in her abdomen twisting to its end over and over as your mouth clamps around her nipple.

"Doing so, so good..." while she leans down to kiss you, "Doing so fucking good, my girl..." while you moan around her, hoisting yourself against her over and over again until her mind and soul daze through everything, gathering your fullness and with one final wave, washing over you both.

Her gentle praises fill your ears, soft kisses covering your flushed cheeks. Her finger pads faintly stroke across the rapid rise and fall from the swell of your breasts, a clear shiver heaving through you as their warmth skid over your shoulders and tired forearms.

“My good girl,” she croons, taking in a sharp breath before removing herself from you. “You did very well for me, sweetie.” You hum in response, completely forgetting the burning ache of your wrists until she frees you from the cuffs.

The second you did, you wasted no time in pulling her face in your hands, pecking her lips repeatedly. “I think I’m leaving more often.” You grin at the little laugh that meets your lips.

Her fingers curl around the skin of your wrists, delicately soothing the sensitive skin there. Her eyes trail to them, the imprints from the bondages leaving hollow textured bracelets bejeweled with bruises around the flesh. The sight made her lips purse at how more was to come, and how those markings might become a bit more…darker.

The phone ringing from downstairs made her get up, dropping a firm kiss on your mouth, a trail of them being led across your jawline, “I’ll be back. you’re not getting out of bed.”

“Then hurry up so we can go to sleep,” you yawn out, limbs stretching to find some alleviation from the soreness. You feel the curve of a smile against your throat, excitement being shievered through her.

“You have days to make up to me.” Her smile and pointed, curious eyes is what you’re met with when you tear away from her with a look of bewilderment. “That was just…a small warm up, I guess you can say.”

“W-what? Warm up? W-what do you mean warm up?” Ignoring the concern in your question, she gets up and strides out the bedroom. “Imma go get snacks.”

Poking her head in from the doorway, she throws you a punctured expression with a cunning smirk that had your stomach tighten, a small thought that if you’d been born with it, the shaft would’ve been poking proud and tall against your stomach. “Believe me, you’re going to need the snack…”

Gaze flickering down to it, her smirk widens. “I’m sure I'll get mine.”

[rogerswifesblog]

I have a question

How do you feel about Domme reader x Sub bucky On pegging

Oh🙇🏻‍♀️ yes. Our Bucky bear loves being pegged. He’s a mess, drooling and whimpering for more

Thank you for this ask, definitely had fun writing it🙇🏻‍♀️👀

Masterlist

Pt one of sub!Bucky

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Summary: What the ask says 😋 Bucky gets pegged.

Pairing: sub!bucky x dom!reader

Warnings: pegging, mommy kink, sex toys, brief rimming, anal fingering, slight overstimulation, anything else?

18+

You and Bucky had a thing going on. Sex after missions. After the especially rough ones Bucky liked giving himself up to you. Fully. At first he was skeptical when you suggested pegging him, but after the first try he definitely wanted more. Oh and did he love it. He couldn’t get enough.

After getting used to the feeling of a cock in his ass he wanted to go bigger, so you ordered a bigger dildo. And it finally arrived.

When you took it in your hand you could tell it was much bigger than the one he wanted to use at first. God, you could already hear his whining and whimpering.

Even though there was no mission any time soon you texted Bucky his gift arrived with a picture of the dildo in your hand. He was in your room within seconds. (Even though you were pretty sure he was supposed to be training.)

“Mommy”, was the first thing he said while entering your room. His voice already breaking, his gaze falling onto the dildo. A small smile spread over your lips while you started stroking the toy. “Go take a shower and mommy put her big cock on, hm?”

After Bucky disappeared in the bathroom you took off your clothes and put the strap on. You attached the dildo, not being able to stop yourself from stroking over it once.

Within ten minutes Bucky emerged from the bathroom, water dripping from his hair, not even bothering about binding a towel around his middle. Naked he went to the bed, immediately positioning himself on his knees, head against the pillow. “Mommy-come on, please”, he whined, making you chuckle. “What a needy boy you are”, you whispered, slowly approaching the bed. When you were finally right next to him he watched the cock hang in front of his face. He bit his bottom lip, his gaze slowly lifting. Fuck. If he could come from looking at you, he definitely would. His cock was already rock hard and twitching, leaking pretty cum.

“Mommy…so pretty…”, he mumbled, wrapping his fingers around the dildo and stroking slowly, just to get a feeling on how it felt. It was highly quality silicone, soft and smooth against his skin.

“Oh baby you’re so cute when you touch my cock like that. Wanna get your mouth on it? While I finger you open, sweetheart?” Bucky's enthusiastic nod was answer enough. He started licking around the head, slowly wrapping his lips around, sucking. It’s like he was teasing. So cute. You couldn’t stop yourself from thrusting in his mouth once, making him moan quietly and close his eyes. At some point you should just fuck his face with that thing. He seemed to like it. God, he was so beautiful. So perfect.

While Bucky played with the cock, suckling and licking it, you took some lube and squirted it on your fingers, gently massaging his rim. He was already a moaning mess, before you had even pushed the first finger in. But as soon as you did he was gone. Just quiet gaps, an occasional mommy or more. You fingered his hole with one finger till it felt loose enough for another, his hand still wrapped around the silicone cock.

When you finally added a third finger you had to remind Bucky to close his mouth, since he started drooling on your pillow. A soft blush crept onto his cheeks while he quickly shut his mouth, as you slowly unwrapped his fingers from around the fake cock and kneeled on the bed behind him. Just to tease him you pushed the head slightly against his wet rim, before sliding the fake cock against his leaking dick, making him moan your name. “Please-more. Need more, mommy. Fuck me. Please fuck me”, he whispered, pushing his hips back.

The spank against his ass surprised him, making his whole body twitch, his legs already trembling. “Don’t be so greedy, baby. I’ll fuck you, don’t worry”, you teased, once again pushing the head against his rim. When he wanted to push back, you held him in place. Technically he could easily overpower your grip, but he never did. Such a good boy.

You coated the silicone cock with lube, before positioning it at his hole, this time pushing in. As soon as the head was in, Bucky was whining and biting into the pillow, trying to hide his noises. You clicked your tongue. “Mommy wants to hear you. Want to hear how much you like it”, he started quietly gasping again, nodding frantically. “Yes-yes mommy.”

When you finally bottomed out you watched as the thick cock disappeared in Buckys tight hole, his muscle stretching around it, sucking the silicone toy in. You couldn’t stop yourself from stroking your thumb over the tight muscle. “You have no idea how beautiful you are with a cock in your ass”, you whispered, slowly rocking your hips into him.

Buckys head fell to the side, you could see him drooling again, his hair glued to his sweaty forehead, eyes closed in pleasure. You loved seeing him like this. It was just…so hot.

Your movements become a bit faster, thrusting the whole length into his tight hole, brushing along his prostate with every thrust. Bucky's cock was glistening in his arousal, leaking more into your bed. The filthy moans, skin slapping and wet squelching making it sound pornographic. “Are you close, baby?”, you whispered, wrapping your fingers around his cock head, before stroking over his shaft. “Y-yes. Mommy-feels so good. So, so good”, he moaned into the pillow, his hips moving with your thrusts.

When you saw him grip the bed sheets, you knew he was about to cum so your thrusts became a bit harder, hitting his spot with every thrusts. Your grip around his cock never stops stroking him. “Mommy-fuck-fuck, please-I need to-need to-“, he gasped, his mouth open but no more sounds coming out. “Cum for me-don’t hold back, sweetheart. Mommy wants to see you cum.” And with that Bucky buried his face in your pillow, muffling his screams of pleasure, while he coated your hand with his cum shooting onto the sheets, only adding to the already existing puddle of pre cum.

His hole fluttered around the fake cock, sucking it in, needing more, more, more…

“Mommy-“, he gasp, fucking himself onto the cock, riding out his orgasm. “Wanna-wanna-“, you waited for him to get a coherent sentence out. “Wanna-ride-ride you-Mommy-please let me ride your cock”, Buckys words made you grin, while he fucked himself garder into your cock, so you grabbed his hips and pulled him fully onto it, grinding into his hole.

“Is that so? You wanna ride mommys fake cock? Such a little slut for it, huh? Such a sweet boy.” When you pulled out your gaze fell onto Bucky's fluttering and gaping hole. Just to tease him you leaned down, licking over his open hole, listening to the loud moan while he pushed his ass back against your face. “Mommy-wanna-cock…your cock”, he whispered, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to stop with how he pushed back against your face.

Yet you really wanted to see him ride the dildo. Wanted to see his pecs and cock move, his head falling back, the sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth…

With Buckys whine of protest you pulled away, laying down on the bed next to him, before guiding him over your cock.

Bucky licked his lips, looking down at you holding the silicone toy, before you helped him position it against his gaping hole. He started slowly sinking onto it, the cock feeling as it was even deeper now. “Oh god-mommy-can I move?”, he whispered, one of his hands grabbing the headboard, the other one your boob, squeezing.

“Yes Baby, ride mommys fake dick. Show her how much you like it. Make yourself cum on mommy’s cock.” Bucky immediately started moving his hips up and down, riding the fake dick like it was his life purpose. His big thighs, beefy body looking so broad and huge. The cock disappearing in his tight hole. His own dick moving with his riding, glistening with lube, pre cum and cum.

What a sight.

“So beautiful baby. Mommy wants to see you cum. Are you close? Cum for mommy”, that’s all it took for Bucky to shoot his load, hitting your stomach and chest, but he didn’t stop moving, not even a bit, even though his legs were shaking at this point.

He seemed to want more, more, more…

You started thrusting into him, taking his red and overstimulated cock in your hand, stroking him. “You wanna give mommy one more? Is that it?” Buckys teary eyes meeting yours while he nodded, his mouth open but no words leaving his lips, only quiet moans. The headboard cracked when he came once again, shooting even more than before, making a total mess on your body. His face scrunched up in pleasure, while he grinded into the fake cock, wanting for it to last longer.

For a moment he just sat on your hips, the cock still Buried deep in his hole, his cock leaking more fluid onto your hand, while he tried to catch his breath. You pulled Bucky down so he was laying on you, even though he was heavy, you really liked the feeling of him so close and you knew he needed it too. He was still moving his hips lazily, whining whenever the cock head grazed his abused prostate, but he couldn’t stop despite the overstimulation.

You kissed his face gently, stroking with one hand over his back, the other one still holding his slowly softening cock. “Wanna a last one or did you have enough, sweetheart?”, you whispered, only receiving a quiet whine from Bucky, while he grinded his hips more onto the fake cock, so you planted your feet on the bed, slowly and gently thrusting into him, carefully about his overstimulation.

His orgasm surprised you after only a few thrusts and Bucky fell fully onto you, covering you with his heavy body. “Okay, baby, let’s get you on your side”, you whispered, slowly turning around with him. The feeling of the cock shifting made him sob in pleasure quietly, but you knew he couldn’t take another one.

Bucky whined, feeling empty when you pulled out, his hole being loose and open for you, the muscle fluttering around nothing. If Bucky wasn’t this overstimulated you’d love to eat his ass for hours, but he definitely needed some sleep.

You grabbed some wet tissues from the bedside table, cleaning up the mess of cum and lube from your bodies, Bucky gasping when you wiped the lube around his hole. “Sorry, I should’ve said it’s cold”, you whispered, giving him a gentle kiss on his temple. After pulling off the comforter from your bed and taking off the strap you laid down beside Bucky, he immediately sought skin to skin contact, fully embracing you, pushing his head against your chest.

“T-thank you”, he whispered, making you chuckle, while you kissed his head again. “Nothing to thank me for. I love seeing you all fucked dumb…now get some sleep, you deserve it”, you whispered back, brushing over his damp hair.

It didn’t take long when you heard his quiet snores. Bucky could finally get some good sleep, with you being so close.

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This is a NSFW parksborn puppy play doodle dump, ft. both concepts for gear and also just plain old horny drawings.

I wrote that puppy play fic and now I am ill, I think—with puppy peter fever,

(there's a separate post for the safe-for-work drawings on that second page of doodles: link)

This is all slapped together so some closeups after the readmore, focusing on the less-than-safe-for-work images:

I'll start off with some of the sillier drawings:

this ⬇️ is a little doodle-comic of what probably happened immediately after they finished their little uh, play session in the fic.

not really a puppy related drawing other than addressing the fact that Peter "Daddy Dom" Parker is extremely embarrassed by what he just did... I will be honest, I kind of approach all instances of Peter subbing as involving inevitable sub drop. He just doesn't deal well with submission, after-the-fact, even when it's cathartic for him.

Goofy x Horny double combo—

also more sub drop. i was just having fun with little doodles. if i actually write anything about Peter's aftercare needs in this context it will be, like in other contexts I have written it, much less silly.

HORNY:

hi 🥴

and some uh. dog bone gags 😳 don't judge me.

one, an actual gag made for humans, and the other, me looking at a chew toy and thinking to myself, they could probably fit that in Peter's big mouth. for when he won't shut the fuck up.

all you need is a spring lock and suddenly it's adjustable, amiright?

he's still topping here btw. not that i drew the rest of what's happening. but. probably topping. or getting a bj idk.

Harness and collar concepts ahoy:

Peter's day collar. It's heavily based off of this collar (sfw link btw it's just petco LOL) by Le Dog Company, but I wanted to make it more padded under the buckle. I do like that the strap just says "Le dog" though like. Yeah. And you can see his little name tags and stuff.

probably the inside is like a nice caramel color, rather than black or anything, but i didn't color that part.

and I decided that they'll never go beyond "training" or other non-ownership collars. i don't think he'd be okay with extending even pretend ownership outside of actively having sex tbh. they're extremely not following "old guard traditions" here. peter owns himself and all of his gear, no exceptions

concept for harness to match, courtesy of Felicia, and just. photos of one of the leashes. i didn't feel like drawing it. not pictured: 9 footer (another petco link lol) — I think I like the way the 4 foot leash looks better, esp since it matches the collar better imo, but I figured. maybe sometimes they would want a 9 foot leash. I mean. Is Harry taking Peter on walks, No, but, you know, could be useful.

Harness is the same color as the collar, I just made it lighter in this pic so you can see the actual details. It's loosely based on some leather harness I saw but slightly different.

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I also wanted to add some bonus sets which are probably gifts from Felicia, though I'm sure Harry could afford more, but *waves my hand* Felicia likes to tease Peter—

*loudly clears my throat* It's uhh, you know, I just like pink. yeah. I mean normally I put Flash in pink for gender-y reasons I think most people are aware of at this point, but I just. Happened to see a picture of a cute pink mesh dog harness while looking for inspiration, and, well, it got away from me a little bit,

not for gender reasons, particularly, mostly just for horny reasons 😂

this one is obviously stealing I mean taking heavy inspo from the irl dog harness but also from some other stuff, like safety vests and what have you. And I decided I wanted it to have nylon straps with a cinch instead of a normal buckle because............ conceptually, I find that sexy, for some reason LOL idk it's the physicality or something. the combo of industrial hardware with girly aesthetics. just really strapping him into this thing.

also yeah i designed this one to not be easily removed (or put on) by the wearer themself, also for horny reasons. requires a helper to put on and take off, though Peter is probably flexible enough he could take it off by himself if he needed to get out in a pinch.

........does this qualify as sissification? probably. who can say,

anyway the collar is based on those thousand different kinds of customizable rhinestone collars where you can get your pet's name, or "cum slut" or whatever, spelled out in bejeweled charms. but made with like, slightly higher quality materials. like suede, heavy duty hardware, cubic zirconia or something, etc... I came VERY close to putting something vulgar but settled on just Peter's name and the hearts instead.

In my head, Felicia thinks she's very, very funny for giving this pink set to Peter.

don't be such a wet blanket Peter.

no, i do have a scenario in my notes involving him trying this on and enjoying it a little bit more than he intended to... not because of him having a secretly girlish nature so much as uh the opposite, so. you know, like i said, it might qualify as sissification/force femme, but idk. i just like it...

harry would also be cute in this... also flash... really any of the gang. full CBG matching bubblegum pink kink wear, now there's a thought 😂 mj would probably get a kick out of that

swarovski crystal... i wanted a D-ring on both the front and the back (for versatility) and it happened to also be a useful place to hang a cute little charm.

And now for something on the complete opposite end of the aesthetic spectrum, and probably more Felicia's style than anything else in this post.

Anyway, the other bonus from Fel (or possibly just Peter and Harry buying it). Sometimes Peter is naughty... or, you know, combining his top and dom instincts with submission and bdsm—a bad dog who bites. muzzle optional. tbh idk how hardcore Harry is but Peter likes this stuff (in my mind) so I figure it would make sense. More BDSM looking than doggy at this point but, you know, the spiked collar and a very short (like a foot or two at most) chain leash. plus muzzles.

went for two different muzzles—the medical padded style that is on its own pretty intense, with a little snap so it can attach to the O-ring on the front of the collar instead of having its own attached collar (see, O-ring not just aesthetic lol) and the other one is a more dog-like muzzle, with the metal basket. Both would probably be custom, esp if they're from Felicia, though i guess with the right needle and stuff Peter could probably modify a stock padded muzzle on his own... so maybe only the metal one is custom. who knows.

Obv the leather padded one is way more of a muzzle that makes it so you can't speak easily, or bite or eat or anything else, plus it has its own D-ring for extra bondage lol— vs the basket muzzle which is mostly aesthetic and to prevent biting. lol.

there are 500 harnesses that look almost exactly like this on etsy. can't beat the classics i guess. didn't bother drawing seams but this is definitely reinforced, though none of it's padded except where it needs to be for durability.

butt. all of the harnesses like this i saw also have that kind of rubber handle on the back. it's not like Harry can really tug Peter around that much even if Peter didn't have super strength, but, i have to include nice handles on all of these for the aesthetic/sex appeal. it's about the implication.

my real motivation for making this one unpadded (aside from, I guess, being less gentle) was cause I wanted all the spike rivets and other hardware to be skin-contact. aka: put the collar in the fridge for some temperature play LOL 🥶❄️ obv it would warm up fast but, appealing mental image,

i also thought it would be fun if it had some warning patches they could put on it, so I sketched a couple of those. I think Peter could make or modify something like this very easily lol. these could probably be put on the other harnesses too. or like on the shoulder straps. full kit w/ muzzle + spiked collar + harness + chain leash + caution patches is definitely... a thought...