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blueicequeen19 · 3 days

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Drunken State

Warnings: drunk unprotected shower sex between two best friends 🥵

The sudden loud bang coming from the bathroom has you startling awake and throwing your blanket off as you make a beeline for the door. You rush down the hall, finding the door standing open and a drunk JJ struggling in the tub where he’d fallen. He’s collapsed in a fit of laughter, half wrapped in the shower curtain with his shorts around his ankles.

“Dude, seriously?” You chide, shaking your head at him from the door.

“Y/N.. shh.. people are sleeping.” JJ snickers, trying and failing to get up.

“Yea, no shit. Why are you shit faced on a Tuesday?” You grab his arm to help pull him out of the tub.

“Because my girlfriend cheated on me on a Tuesday.” JJ chuckles, tripping over his own feet and crashing into you, pinning you between his body and the wall.

“JJ..” You murmur, your hands flat against the wall as you resist the urge to touch him.

You suck in a breath, your eyes locked on his at the sudden close proximity. His body was pressed firmly against your own, letting you feel every ridge and curve. Especially with his shorts around his ankles and his boxers providing a very thin barrier.

The energy shifts from light and amused to thick and intense. There’s no sign of laughter in the way he stares down at you, licking his bottom lip like he has something to say. You open your mouth to say something, anything, when you feel him hardening against you. Your eyes widen as you feel every inch of him raise to full attention against your stomach.

“You should go.” JJ rasps, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes descend your body. Heat rushes through your veins as you quickly squeeze your thighs together. He wasn’t wrong. You should go.

“I should.” You whisper, wetting your lips with your tongue while his eyes track the movement. Kissing JJ had never sounded like a better idea than in this moment. He was hurting and you were lonely. You were both in need of a distraction that came with an orgasm or two..

“Then go.” The desire in his raspy voice made your stomach flip. His hand came up to grip the back of your neck, arching your neck for him and bringing your mouth closer.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” JJ whispers, his mouth so close to your own that you can practically taste the alcohol on his breath. You find yourself nodding slowly, your legs starting to tremble with need. He leans in closer, ghosting his lips across your cheek before whispering in your ear.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I do.” Your hands move to his waist, feeling the heat of his skin through his boxers as his breath meats your neck.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You admit, feeling his cock press against your stomach.

“Help me shower.” JJ whispers, hooking his thumbs in the waist band of your sleep shorts.

“Why do you need help?”

“I’m drunk. I could drown.” You snort at his words because it’s typical JJ charm but he’s not smiling. Time seems to slow as he strips off the rest of his clothes, fixes the shower curtain, and turns on the water.

When he faces you again, it becomes almost impossible to keep from looking at how hard he was. Was it you? Was it the alcohol? The stress from a long day?

“Strip.” His gruff voice has your thighs clenching as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“JJ..”

“Stop thinking.” JJ rasps, cupping the back of your neck before kissing you hard. You moan against his lips, hands wrapping around his waist until your nails dig into his back. He pulls back just enough to run his tongue over your bottom lip before whispering, “—, and take your fucking clothes off.”

You don’t have to be told twice, yanking off the few articles of clothing you’re wearing before being yanked against his very naked and very hard body. His mouth is on yours again before you can even blink and he’s pulling you into the scolding hot shower.

His fingers slide between your legs at about the same time you wrap your hand around his thick length. A moan slips free as he rubs your clit with teasing touches, leaving you desperate to be filled. You’d never been more turned on in your life.

“This only happens once.” You murmur, stroking him root to tip as his jaw clenches, hair hanging in his eyes.

“For now.” JJ mutters, his fingers circling your entrance until you’re lifting up on your toes and squeezing him harder.

“And we don’t tell the others.” You gasp, arching your hips in a silent plea.

“Then you better be quiet.” JJ growls before shoving two thick fingers inside you and swallowing your cries with a bruising kiss. Your back meets the wall as he fingers you harder, pushing your legs further apart as his palm grinds against your clit.

“JJ, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, swiping your thumb over his weeping tip as you suck in a breath.

“Not until I’m inside you.” You nearly cum right then, your insides squeezing his fingers desperately as he slows his movements, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“I love seeing your desperate for my cock.” JJ growls, removing his fingers to prop your leg open on the edge of the tub. You’re in no position to argue as you reach between your legs and guide him where you need.

“I seem to remember someone just as desperate for me to strip.” You breathe, his hand meeting yours as he helps push inside your tight walls. Your bottom lips quivers as he fills you agonizingly slow until he bottoms out and you can barely breathe. It takes you far too long to realize he hasn’t moved on purpose, intentionally driving you mad.

“Do you need something?” He taunts, leaning in to kiss you and making his cock sink in deeper. You whimper, nails biting into his sides as your walls pulse.

“JJ.” You pant, withering against the shower wall as every last bit of sanity seems to leave you.

“Ask me for it.” JJ smirks, letting his hands find your heavy, aching breasts and tugging on your hardened nipples.

“Please J..” You plead, unable to control the way your body trembles against his. “Please fuck me. Please, J..” Your words trail off on a moan as he withdraws enough to thrust back in hard. His hand clamps down over your mouth, fire in his eyes as he does it again and again. You can’t stop the release that explodes from you, your vision going dark for a period of time before you’re thrown back into your body.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” JJ grunts over the sound of skin on skin. He drives his cock in hard and fast, as one hand fists your hair and the other leaves a bruising grip on your hip. His mouth crashes to yours as you open your mouth to scream, another climax hitting you harder than the first. Your knees grow weak as you dig your nails into his back, holding on for dear life.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, Y/N.” JJ groans, making you clench even harder as you whimper and moan against his lips. A sudden panic clutches you at the thought of him getting you pregnant but you’ve also been on birth control for years and the panic fades as you tighten your grip on his back.

“Don’t stop.” You whisper, moving your lips to his neck and throat, biting and sucking the skin until he cums with a moan only seconds later, dropping his head to your shoulder.

You’d never had sex without a condom before and it was an odd first to share with your best friend. It was also alarmingly hot the way you could feel every pulse of his cock as he emptied inside you. You wanted to do it again and again, even if it meant—

“Yo! Get out of the bathroom!” A booming voice shouts through the door with a loud knock. JJ pulls back, staring at you with as much alarm as you feel when the door is suddenly thrown open anyway.

“Dude, I’m not looking but I have to pee.” Pope groans, following the obvious sound of him urinating in the toilet. You start to smirk at JJ as he shakes his head until he slowly starts to rock his hips, making bite back a whimper at the soreness deep in your pussy. This was wrong.

“Did you just get in?” Pope asks, startling you both again as he takes the world’s longest piss.

“Yea.” JJ grunts, moving his hips faster and coving your mouth with his hand as heat floods your insides even more than before.

“Cool.” There’s a pause as Pope flushes and turns on the sink. “I think I’m gonna ask Y/N out.” Pope announces, making your heart sink as you both stare at each other wide eyed. Oh no.

“Really?” JJ chokes out, looking down to where his cum covered cock is moving in and out of your wrecked pussy.

“Yea. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then the door shuts and you nearly collapse into JJ’s arms as he begins to move harder and faster.

This couldn’t be happening. Not Pope.

The look on JJ’s face told you he wasn’t happy about this either but the need for release was greater than tomorrow’s problems so he kissed you hard as you came again, pushing all thought of Pope and the Pogues to the side.. for now.

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jasonswhitetuftofhair · 7 months

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“Come at me, Baby”

Characters/Pairings : Jason Todd (Red Hood) x female!reader.

Synopsis : Jason and Reader spar and after training things get steamy filthy.

Content Warnings : SMUT. Slow burn. Poor writing. Lots of plot. Training/Sparring (reader learns combat). Curse words. Pet names. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Protected sex. Size kink (barely noticeable). Oral (fem rec.). Fingering. Dry humping. Use of object as toy (Jason uses a muscle massage gun on you). Vaginal intercourse. Light bondage (Jason ties your hands w/ resistance bands). Reader insert (sorry). Aftercare.

Fandom : DC, Batman.

Word Count : 5202

Author’s Notes : First fic I’ve written. Like ever. Also, this is a repost; I originally posted this for the first time in October 23’ but I deleted it in December 23’ due to insecurity.

This week had been tiring. Multiple meetings, a lab breakout scare, a few late night patrols all on top of studying the material you’d been given had started to add up. All you wanted was to retire for the night, go to your room and take a nice, relaxing, long, hot bath. Gorge yourself with junk food and put your show on, and then sleep like the dead. But no, tonight called for an evening training session with your training instructor.

Jason. Jason Todd. Before you had entered the gym, you weren't sure if you would be up to train tonight. But watching him enter the double doors with his hot-as-hell all black tactical pants, skin tight athletic t-shirt and combat boot ensemble quickly made you reconsider. As if it was hard.

Ever since Bruce had finally gotten Jason to accept his proposal of conducting training sessions with everybody, you’ve been feeling like a sitting duck. You had been trying to hide your feelings from the older vigilante for a while now. A while as in since you first arrived at the manor. Nearly eight months had you been stumbling around whenever he was near, barely making eye contact and feeling like an idiot because of him. And you had been succeeding, too! Barely, but still. He didn't know anything and now with your new arrangement, how could he not pick up on the vibes you were sending out? It was only a matter of time before your feelings were compromised and you were left heartbroken and feeling like a fool, your friendship with him long gone.

It wasn't so bad, though. You had always been good at adapting and Jason wasn't necessarily bad on the eyes. It was kind of fun, too. His little dry humored remarks, shared inside jokes and just…him, made him good company. After all, he was your friend. You haven't known him long, but it still felt like you’ve known him forever. But that was the problem. Your friendship with him was too much of a treasure to have it be risked just because of a little crush. You’d rather be plagued by the overwhelming melancholy of your predicament than not have him at all. If the only way you could allow yourself to indulge in the feel of his hands on your body was when he was training you in combat, then that was something you were okay with settling for.

“Earth to Y/N. Um hellooooo, you there?” Jason’s equally teasing and concerned words pulled you from your trance you hadn't even realized you’d fallen into.

Your embarrassment quickly appeared on your face and didn't go unnoticed by him. “Yes! Sorry, I’m here.” Having been snapped out of your thoughts, you noticed that Jason had you held against him mid-air. You threw a punch at him, but he of course dodged it so you did what you first thought next. You tried to kick him in his side but he quickly grabbed your ankle and gently but strongly twisted it so that your body changed direction. Before you could lose balance and fall he grabbed your other thigh and caught your body against his, holding you to him. You didn't react at all, though, and his initial thought was that he crossed a line he didn't know of and did something to upset you. He called your name and you didn't answer the first time so he paused the lesson and brought you back to him.

He was a little worried, honestly. He knew you to be like this, often catching you staring off into space and likely daydreaming or stuck in deep thought. It was your expression, though. The mild sorrow, a little bit of adoration shining in those pretty eyes he loved so much, too.

“You sure? We can take a break if you need it,” he offers, gently smiling at you, “is everything okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?” he asks worriedly. Gazing into his eyes, your heart almost swells up. He looks so genuine, like it would hurt him if he hurt you and you let yourself pretend it's for other reasons. “Yes, I’m fine, promise. Just have a headache s’all.” It's enough to relax him just the slightest but he doesn't believe you. Your body language is just not convincing enough. He finally puts you down and lets his eyes skim all over you. He tells himself it's to check for signs of discontent or injury, but he knows he can't lie to himself. Youre just too fucking beautiful. He shakes himself out of it before the blood rushes south and gets back to the lesson.

“So. You really need to get out of the habit of kicking. It can't be your first instinct, sweetheart. You're exposing an entire limb to the enemy and you're not skilled enough yet to counter whatever it is they plan on doing. I know it's hard, but you need to really start implementing your upper body strength,” he explains to you, occasionally letting his fingers linger on your skin when showing you what the enemy could potentially do to you. You truly appreciate how gentle and accommodating he is when it comes to teaching you. You’ve seen him train with the others and sometimes his harsh tone is enough to make you jump even when his words are directed to someone else. He’s been so patient with you and the thought of him going out of his way to train your aversion-to-fighting self makes your heart flutter. You nod along with him, letting him know you haven't gone off to La La Land again.

“Alright. Come at me, honey,” he orders while positioning himself in the default defense stance. Legs strong, but ready to move. Arms by his side ready to catch and balance. Core strong and taut, chest puffed. Eyes on you, just as he likes it. He finds it adorable how clueless your little expression is. Eyes wandering all over the place, arms trying to find a good way to support yourself and legs waddling to their correct position. Like a baby deer learning how to walk. He hears your little words of encouragement to yourself and watches your eyes, watching the gears turn in your brain. While his focus is stuck on your pretty face, he doesn't notice your left hand curling behind you while you spin yourself around, pressing your back to his front. He grunts and catches your right hand before it can land around his bicep. You quickly move your feet backward and jump behind him, putting all your strength into kicking his back hamstring, but he’s already several steps ahead of you. He turns around before your foot can land and grabs your ankle, destabilizing your legs and grabbing your wrists, holding them tight in his right hand.

This of course leads his mind to other things, things that would involve this very position. You curl your leg around his stretched leg and twist your body around, landing you on top of him. Your legs straddling his abdomen and palms resting on his waist. He doesn't mind at all, though and senses a pause in your movement. He notices your tired expression, your flushed face and neck, the sweat on your hairline, neck and brow. You jump, as if just now realizing the position you had him in. You move to sit next to him and he moves into a sitting position, no longer back to floor. You flash him a cheeky grin, happy with yourself for winning this time.

“Did I do good?” you ask him excitedly and he chuckles, your pretty little smile having caused his heart to skip a beat. ‘Did I do good?’. That phrase would be on repeat in his brain for a little while, he could tell. The way you seeked his approval caused his groin to stir and he stood up, quick to distract himself.

“You did. I’m proud, that was much better. We’re gonna focus on your upper torso, now, okay?” He guides you to stand and places his hands on either sides of your shoulders, guiding you to stand in front of him. “I'm gonna throw at you, and you're going to block them.” He playfully wiggles his fist in front of you and you grab onto it giggling. Oh how he adores that sound. He sneakily aims and his fist appears next to your collarbone, you move your body out of the way. He does it again, this time it comes next to your left shoulder. You grab his wrist with both hands and block it. He doesn't miss the way you needed both hands to wrap around his wrist. He moves again, fist to the right of your face. Your eyes widen and he shushes you and you relax. You both know he wouldn't make a move to successfully cause you harm.

This goes on and on for what seems like forever. Your stamina has dwindled down a while ago and he can tell how tired you are. He thinks about cutting training early, but for his own selfish reasons he decides against it. He doesn't want your time together to end. Still, you're barely putting in any effort and you're certainly not trying to hide it from your instructor. His eyes haven't left you since the session began and he was very pleased with all the intel he’s received. Your short, panted breaths. The way your cheeks and neck flushed with that pretty shade of pink that suited you so well. Your wide eyes, how they seemed to sparkle under the annoyingly bright lights of the gym. How they seemed to water whenever he stared into them for too long. Your wobbling lip whenever you got a little too into it. How you went out of your way to put both of your hands on him, regardless of if it was beneficial or not. The way you didn't even move out of the way of his punches anymore. You just watched the muscles of his arms flex and wished they were around you instead.

“You gotta put in some more effort for me, princess. I know you can do it,” he tells you, cooing at the way you whine at him, silently wishing he would end training early. He chuckles. “C’mon, block em’, sweetheart.” You roll your eyes and try to muster up whatever strength left in your exhausted body. Your hands meet his and successfully block a hit. He doesn't forget how you rolled your eyes, though. What he wouldn't do to have you bent over his lap for that. He finishes with the punches and leads you to the equipment.

He stands you in front of the power rack looking thing, gripping your waist and holding you up, waiting for you to grab onto the handles on top. “Chin-ups. Fifteen of em’,” he tells you and you groan. He knows you hate chin ups. “Tsk, tsk. C’mon, princess. Don't make it twenty. These help with your shoulder and bicep strength. Use an underhand grip, palms facing you.” You sigh and get into position, starting what he told you to do. You made sure to be as dramatic as possible, though; you were too tired to keep the brat in you at bay. Jason, on the other hand, doesnt try to hide the way he is blatantly staring at your ass, thighs and waist. He burns the image in his mind and moves closer to you, holding onto your waist to make you feel secure.

You huff and sigh out, hoping he’ll give into you. Throughout the entirety of the session, his hands have been on you. His breath has been on your neck. The feel of his body on yours. Him in your proximity. It was frustrating. Having him so close, but far away. Little did you know he felt the same. His hands move to rub encouraging circles into your hips and you whimper out loud, to your embarrassment. He doesn't even try to hide his smirk, though. Once the exercises are done, he holds onto you, purposefully moving his big hands to rest on your ass, bringing you down. You’re done with his teasing and turn around, pressing your palms flat to his chest and keeping him at bay. You signal with your eyes that you’re not in the mood for the teasing and he coos, holding your face between his two hands. “Is there something you want, baby?” you whine and cry out for him trying to hide your face into his chest but he only lifts your chin back up so he can see you. “Come on, sweetheart, if you want something you have to ask for it.” “hmph! I want you to stop teasing me, Jason!” He smiles wickedly and lets you go. “Training is over,” he states simply and you sigh contentedly, walking to the locker room.

Before you can open it, though, Jason’s hand wraps around your wrist and you turn to him. “You didn't actually think I was done with you, did you?” he asks but doesn't wait for an answer. He opens the door to the locker room and guides you into it before locking the door. In an instant you're pressed against the door, cold wood on your back, and Jason’s mouth on yours. It's not much of a fight for dominance, his tongue having beat yours instantly. It feels heavenly. Not just the feel of his tongue in your mouth, tasting yours, but finally all this pent up tension leaving your body. You sigh into the kiss, Jason’s hand comes up behind your neck to grab the hair at the base and you mewl against him.

You were losing oxygen and his kisses traveled from your lips, to your chin, to your jaw, the sweet spot on your neck. His big hands wrapped tightly around your waist and the feel of his open-mouthed kisses on your neck has your jaw slack and breathing uneven. He smiles at the way you look like a puppy with your open mouth and panting, practically drooling.

“This okay, sweetheart?”

You were practically soaking through your panties by now and the tenderness of his words and low pitch of his voice certainly wasn't helping. You nod a yes and throw your head back at the feel of his harsh sucking on your neck and collarbone. He growls and spanks your bottom, “I need words, Y/N,” he commands and you whine out loud yet again. “Yes! Please, need you, Jason,” you tell him and that’s all he needs to hear.

Carrying the two of you, he picks you up and holds you against him. Your legs wrapped against his waist and he sits down on a bench, you still on his lap. His kisses don't stop and the feel is euphoric. His hands haven't stopped roaming your body. The feel of his big hands groping at your soft, supple flesh through the clothing separating you from him combined with just…him, was damn near enough to make you go crazy. You were tugging at his hair and pressing your face against the crook of his neck, desperate to smell his pheromones and your soft lips pressing kisses of your own against his neck had him hard against you already. When you felt his hardness against your tummy you gasped and tugged on his hair a tad bit harder and he moaned against you. Little curses left his mouth and you were seeing stars. Nothing had barely even happened and you were already this close to being admitted into Arkham Asylum.

Suddenly his hands paused their movements and his tone became one of seriousness. He grabbed your chin and forced your face towards his. Your pretty little glossed over eyes shining up into his had his breath hitch and for a split second he forgot what he needed to do. He could see the curiosity on your face, your teeth tugging your lower lip and he had to avert his eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N. I need to tell you something. I-I like you, Y/N. And not just in a friendship way. I understand—” he started but you cut him off, lurching towards him even more and grabbing his head between your hands, kissing him with a force you didn't know you could possess. He could feel you smile into the kiss and he let you have control this time. Not for long, though. He grabbed your hair into his fist and you gasped. “I-I like you, too, Jason. Have for a while now,” you mumbled against him and he grabbed your plump bottom with both hands, bringing your body flush with his. This only fueled the fire, though; his rock hard cock straining against his pants feeling your core against him had him clenching his jaw and closing his eyes, trying to control himself a little bit.

“I like you a lot, Jason. A lot a lot,” you whimpered against his lips and he smiled. You could see the genuinity in his eyes and the softness in his smile. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead and then one on your nose and finally one on your lips. “I'm glad, sweetheart. Very glad,” and with that he grabbed your hips and shifted your legs a little bit. He forcedly rocked your clothed cunt against his hardness and your eyes closed, head tossed back. It was almost too much, too fucking much. You had been teased all night long and with all this foreplay you weren't sure if you would last. You tried to paw his hands off of your hips and stop your movement, but you just weren't strong enough. His devilish grin staring up at you, his pretty girl, had you whining and grow the ache in your pussy. “Stop, ‘s too much, stop, please, Jay,” you begged against him and all he could do was smile. “Stop? You want me to stop? But I’m not even doing anything, baby,” he teased. He knew he was teasing the damnit out of you. Even as you begged for mercy, there you were, still riding his clothed dick. You couldn't help but follow his lead though, your hips couldn't help but relish in the feeling of his hands tight on them, guiding you back and forth. Even if you wanted to you weren't sure if you could stop. God, it felt so good. Nothing you had ever felt like before. His hands on your hips and his mouth abusing your sensitive skin. The hardness of him grinding directly onto your clit. It was all so amazing.

He could tell you were close. He’s never had you before but he already knew all your tells. Your panting and labored breaths. The way you couldn't keep your eyes open. The stuttering of your hip movement. How you tried to get closer to him, even though you were flush to him. Gasps and whimpers leaving your mouth. Your hands tried to paw his hands away yet again. Think you’d learn the first time. His mouth went right back to sucking marks into your skin and he cooed at you. “C’mon, babygirl. You can do it. I know you need it, sweetheart. Just let go and cum for me,” he softly commanded. Hips following his words, your pace quickened and he ground you down onto him. His own hips jerked up and his cock spanked your core. Within moments the climax unraveled and you let out a screech. The white hot bliss greeted you and the power of your orgasm could be felt in every nerve ending of your body. You shook for a good thirty seconds and your vision went blurry. You slumped against him tiredly and he chuckled. His soothing hands rubbing circles into your back and sweet nothings helped calm you down and your high rode out. You lazily started unbuckling his belt and he grabbed your wrists, stopping you. Oh how you liked the feel of his hands grabbing you like that. “Tsk, tsk, Princess. ‘M not done with you yet.”

In an instant he was untying your shoe laces, kicking them off your feet and forcing your pants down to your ankles. His hands ripped your panties off and you were exposed. The brisk air was biting against your wet cunt and you gasped slightly. He raised you up against the lockers and wrapped your legs around his head, hands planted firmly on your ass holding you midair. The smell of your arousal and the previous orgasm dripping everywhere had him painfully hard. “Tell me if it's too much, baby, and I’ll stop, okay?” You whispered a ‘yes’ and he finally satiated his desire to have your cunt in his mouth. His mouth went straight for your clit and you shrieked at the feeling. His light little sucks on the nub had you rolling your eyes back and jerking your hips. Continuous moans leaving your mouth only encouraging him. He licked a stripe straight up and down the length of your pussy and his own moans left him. You tasted fucking delicious. Like everything he had imagined. All those times he imagined how you’d feel and he was finally fucking seeing for himself. He felt like a kid on goddamn Christmas, his hands tightening his grip on your ass. You were sure there’d be handprints in the morning. His thumb went to rub rough circles on your little bundle of nerves while he thrust his tongue in and out of your weeping hole. You started to cry out for him, hands pushing against his head and fingers gripping his hair attempting to pull him off of your pussy. Absolute the fuck not. He looked to his right and to his luck there was a set of resistance training bands hanging from a hook. He smirked and looked up at your fucked out face and he chuckled to himself. Holding you up with one hand, he reached to his side and grabbed a cable band. You watched his movement and saw what he was doing and your eyes widened. The kinky bitch. “C’mon, princess. Give em to me. Since you don't know how to keep your hands to yourself, I have to take em away from you,” he teased playfully condescending. He tied your hands together behind your back with the workout gear and he hummed satisfied with himself before resuming his meal. He was fucking merciless with his tongue and you soon learned your crush was a borderline sadist. His mouth wrapped around your clit and his sucks were harsh and unforgiving. Like a man starved, he ate you like you were the last source of hope for his soul. His finger started fucking you, too. He started with one but your drenched hole quickly accommodated for more. Soon enough you were on the brink of another orgasm and he forced it from you roughly. “Again, sweetness. You can cum again, cant you? Give me another.”

The orgasm brought tears to your eyes and you wouldn't stop shaking. Your thighs were quaking around his head and your back arched off of the cool metal of the lockers you were propped against. Toes curling, head thrown back, continuous moans and screams leaving your lips. Your second climax of the night arrived and you screamed into the locker room, little sobs leaving your ruined body. He let you ride out your orgasm against his tongue until he was fully content and gently brought you down, placing one last kiss against your lower body. He sucked his fingers that were just shoved inside you, not breaking eye contact with your tired eyes. He placed his forehead against your own and wiped away your tears.

“You okay, baby? Was that too much?” he asked worriedly. He didnt want to fuck up his first time with you and feared he lost control of himself. You smiled tiredly against him and shook your head lightly. “‘M okay, promise. Jus’ need you, Jason.” He smiled and shuffled you towards the mirror and sinks. He took off his shirt and laid it on the edge of one of the sinks he was about to bend you over. You realized it was for your comfort and smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell up. Even when he was about to absolutely obliterate your cunt, he still managed to be a gentleman. He unbuckled his pants and finally his cock sprung up. He sighed, finally feeling relief. He watched you stare at his size through the mirror, seeing your eyes widen and your teeth tug on your lip. He lightly guided you into the position he wanted you in and you sighed contently, feeling comforted by the thought you would finally be fucked by him. Watching him pull a condom out of nowhere and rip it open with his teeth had you on the edge of your seat. He sheathed himself with it and made sure everything was ready. “Ya’ ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked while lining his tip up with your entrance, smearing your wetness all around his head. You gasped and shouted a little “yes” and he chuckled, sinking in. Even with two orgasms loosening your little cunt up for him, he was still a little much to adjust to. Both of your heads tossed back in sync and you closed your eyes, sighing for him. You worked your hips against him, wanting to feel more. He grunted and grabbed you by your hair, bringing your head up to look in the mirror. “Keep your eyes up here, baby.”

Once you were fully adjusted to his size, he slid almost all the way out and then re-entered your warm, wet heat. It felt so good. He set a pace and it was so heavenly. You could cry with how good it felt. You both needed this, needed this release for all the pent up frustrations in your lives. Sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and his grunts and your little sighs filled the room and the smell of sex was heavy in the air. His hands were on either side of your hips and his eyes met yours in the mirror. It was fucking exotic. Seeing your eyes perfectly, watching the pleasure unravel on your face. Pleasure he was giving you. His pace quickened a hair and you gasped. Your hips moved backwards against him, in time with his thrusts. You felt him deeper and the perfect rhythm of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you almost hypnotized you. He smirked a little bit as he watched your fucked out face in the mirror. No thoughts, head empty. It was clear only pleasure was what you felt.

You didn't even notice him reaching above the both of you and retrieving something from the cabinet. Only when you heard the familiar buzzing noise did you wake up from the transe you were in and see what he had in the mirror. A muscle massage gun. For a moment you were a little confused, why was he hurt? Then you felt the big spherical head of the gun against your clit and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for the umpth time that night. He smiled and cooed at you from above. Yeah, he was definitely a sadist. He angled the gun a little bit to the left, wanting to overstimulate your abused little button. His thrusts hadnt ended and it was too fucking much. His pace was faster and harder and deeper now and had you both moaning up a storm. Your hands were finding themselves gripped onto the sink counter and you were struggling to keep your eyes open and in the mirror. He moved the massage gun setting higher and kept it firm against you. Your thighs were shaking and you were glad you were being held against the sink by him. You weren't sure you would be able to keep yourself up if you weren't.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Give me one more, please. I know you can. Cum for me, sweetheart.” You closed your eyes, feeling bliss about to erupt in you again. He quickly corrected you, though. His hand not being used to hold the machine to your clit came up to your throat, squeezing lightly on the sides. Not enough to cause genuine pain or prevent oxygen into your blood, just enough to give you that lightheadedness and in an instant you came on his cock. Your final orgasm was so intense and pleasurable—not surprisingly—and it lasted nearly thirty seconds. He removed the massage gun and returned both hands to your waist. His brutal thrusts as he chased his own orgasm helped you ride it all out. That blissful feeling that lasted longer than your orgasm did. All the stress leaving your body. Finally his sputtering hips stilled as he emptied his hot load into the condom and you whined, half wishing he was emptying himself into your wet little cunt instead. One day.

You both sighed and felt content again. You were sated and had finally gotten what you wanted. His loving palm rubbing circles into your lower belly, soothing you. He peppered light kisses on your skin and slowly slid out of your heat. He turned you around and kissed your forehead. All this loving kissing of his was making you wanna cry, it felt so good. Not just to be fucked right by him, but to have him, too. He was yours, now. And you were finally his. He grabbed your face between his palms and gazed lovingly into your eyes. “You okay, baby? Was that good? I didn't hurt you did I?” You smiled softly and nodded, “Yes, Jay. I'm perfect. You were amazing,” you reassured him with a blush.

He picked you up and sat you on the edge of the counter and got a washcloth from a basket, wetting it under the sink. He wiped the sweat and cum off your body and gave a kiss to each spot after it was clean. He helped dress you and by the time he was carrying you making his way to your room in the manor it was late. He opened your door and locked it behind him, leading you both to your attached bathroom. He undressed you again and turned on the shower. He lightly coaxed you in, seeing as you were so drowsy from all the night’s activities. He undressed himself and got in, lathering your body wash on a loofah and cleaning you. He wanted to make sure his baby was clean and cozy and content. When he was done washing you, he washed himself and enjoyed smelling like you a little too much. He carried you out of the shower and dried you off, clothing you in jammies and then put on some clothes you had stolen from him a while back.

He held you in his arms and you two cuddled each other all night long. You were his now and he couldn't be happier.

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Movie night

0k9 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: you and Joel go to the movies, but the screening doesn't go as planned Warnings: 18+ mdni. Exhibitionism, public sex, oral (f receiving) No age specified a/n: thank you @iamasaddie for this writing game challenge, based on your random three-pic mood board. It was so fun 💛 Thank you @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for correcting me 💕🫶

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When you and Joel arrive at the movie theater, the lights are already off and the movie is playing. You sneak through the top row, reaching the end of it, with no one near you. You had insisted on stopping by the ice cream and popcorn stand before entering the movie room, and Joel hadn't been able to say no to you, even though he hated missing the beginning.

You are finally seated, eyes fixed on the screen. Joel with his popcorn, you with your ice cream.

“Let me taste it,” he whispers. You try to tell him no playfully, but you can never resist his smile and dimples. He licks the ice cream then hands it to you, but your hands cross, collide, and the ice cream falls on your bare thighs that your skirt barely covers.

“Joel!!!” You try to whisper, as you stare at your thighs, eyes wide.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart!” His soft, brown eyes are fixed on you at first, then he hurries to retrieve the scoop of ice cream and the cone, and puts them in his tub of popcorn.

“What am I gonna-”

You suddenly stop whispering, when you see him kneel in front of you, grabbing your skirt and encouraging you to lift your ass slightly to free yourself from your skirt and pushing it up to your waist. You look at the rows around you but no one is paying attention to the two of you. He licks your thigh, running his tongue flat to collect as much ice cream as possible. Where the treat is sticky, he lingers his mouth and sucks your skin to remove it.

“Joel!” you whisper again, but he doesn’t listen, or doesn’t care. His mouth travels over your thighs and follows the ice cream flowing down between your legs, continuing to clean your skin. You now run your hands through his brown curls.

Suddenly, he grabs your hips and pulls you forward, spreading your thighs further. You put your hand over your mouth, just managing to stop yourself from screaming. When he lifts his head towards you, you see that his gentle gaze has given way to his dark one, and you know he won’t stop.

Again, he pulls on your hips and brings your ass closer to the edge of the seat. He laps up a few traces of ice cream that remain between your thighs, slowly, then goes back to your panties little by little. You glance around the room again, but the few people there are focused on the movie. You bite back a moan when he runs his tongue along your slit covered by your panties. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if to tell you that there’s no point in trying to stop him. He licks the fabric several times, and although you don't hear him growl over the sounds of the movie, you feel his growl against your flesh through the fabric.

He only releases your thighs when his hands come to grab the band of your panties, and he slides them down your legs, then your ankles, and finally your feet.

Your eyes are fixed on him, this time without trying to stop him. He turns to the screen, then quickly back to you and murmures “watch the movie, baby.”

He plunges into you, his tongue digging into your wet pussy, collecting all the moisture that leaks out. His beard rubs against the tender skin of your thighs, while his tongue now licks flat against your folds. Your hands rest on his head, as if now you wanted to prevent him from stopping licking you. But you know deep down that he won't stop. Not until he gets what he wants. Your eyes are fixed on the screen.

He buries two of his fingers in your pussy, while his lips surround your clit, sucking on it delicately before giving way to the tip of his tongue circling around and over it. He picks up the pace of his fingers, now fucking you quickly with them, and you're not sure if you can hold back your moans for long. But you don't take your eyes off the screen, afraid that someone might have noticed you.

You feel the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, then growing, before exploding, your hands clenching his scalp. Yet, he doesn't release you right away, coming again to lick up all the wetness that has flowed out, ready to reach the seat.

Once satisfied, he pulls away from you, his mustache and beard glistening with your slick. He wipes himself with the back of his hand and smiles at you, then puts your panties back on and pulls down your skirt.

When he sits down next to you, his gaze hardens as he sees a man approaching. It’s another spectator, who has been apparently watching you, grabbing his bulge as if he wants you to blow him.

“The fuck are you doing? I let you look. Now piss off!”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you realize that the man was watching you, and that Joel knew, and let it happen.

“It’s ok baby, he’s gone. Let’s watch the movie.”

You look at the screen, where a woman is now giving a man a blowjob, while another one fucks her from behind. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joel licking his fingers, and you smile.

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kitten4sannie · 8 months

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ᴡɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ

ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ ➠ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

pairing: demon lord! hongjoong x angel! reader (fem) feat. angel superior! seonghwa

genre: angel/demon au, smut

summary: you are sent to the fourth circle of hell to deliver a message to the demon lord that resides there. he has something to deliver to you in return.

w.c: 3.4k

warnings: sacrilegious vibes, dom! hongjoong, bratty sub! reader, praise/degradation, a lot of angel/demon stuff, voyeurism/exhibitionism, manhandling, brief choking, brief spit play, anal, unprotected doggy style, angel wings as an erogenous zone, creampie

a/n: so ik this is feb filth fest and filth is expected but this one right hereeee is just wrong on so many levels lol. also i do plan on making a sequel for this where joong and reader put angel hwa in his place ^^ but for now i hope you enjoy you sinners~ also be warned that the song rec is a tiny bit heavy hehe aside from it being from one of my fave bands i just felt like that song really fit the fic <3

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“Deliver this to Lord Hongjoong,” your superior Seonghwa ordered, holding out a tightly-wrapped scroll inside his golden talons and dropping it into your open palms. “He’s in the fourth circle.”

“As you wish, Master Park.” Swallowing what felt like sand down your dry throat, you placed the scroll into your messenger bag and closed it, the corners of your lips twitching slightly.

“Nervous, are we?” The high-ranking angel folded his arms across his bare chest, your eyes focusing on the glowing sigils etched into his skin, a wave of jealousy blinding you for a split second.

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous?” you replied hastily, your feathered wings lowering slightly.

Seonghwa tilted his head to the side, eyeing you up and down as though he already knew your thoughts and motivations. “Lord Hongjoong is captivated by greed, as you know. He’s fond of excess…self-indulgence…” He lowered one talon to run it along your jaw, making you wince. “He can be very tempting in that aspect. Will you be able to resist?”

Not knowing the answer yourself, you decided to respond to him with another question, “Is this some sort of test?”

He clutched your jaw on either side, lowering himself down so that he could study you closely with his piercing blue eyes. “If you want to move up, you’ll have to show me that you can resist the sins that the flesh yearns for.” One of his talons scraped down along your neck to your breast bone, lightly enough to make you shiver. “Can you do that for me, Miss Y/N?”

Feeling like you were already being tempted by your angelic superior, you did your best to force those conflicting emotions down, nodding your head as adamantly as you could and replying in a stern voice, “Yes, Master Park.”

He gave you a small smirk, before letting go of you and turning around, his large, extravagant wings folding inwards and concealing most of his elegant frame. “Good. Now go.”

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By the time you had made your way past the third circle of hell and were finally entering the dark, hellish terrain of the fourth, you had felt a few waves of heat and pressure infiltrate your mind and body. It succeeded in making you feel heavier, as though you were underwater, forcing you to continue your journey on foot, rather than using your wings.

Gracefully stepping into the dark, bubbling pool of water that surrounded Lord Hongjoong’s domain, you rolled your eyes when a few small demons began to grab and scratch at your ankles. You huffed, feeling out of breath, but continued to wade through the abyss, a small smirk on your flushed face. “Pathetic.”

They continued their pursuit to frighten you, pulling and tugging at the wispy material hanging from your dress, making feeble attempts to drag you underneath. “You’re going to have to try harder than that,” you spat, holding up the damp folds of your skirt and wading through the deeper water, the large iron throne of the demon lord now in plain view.

Hongjoong sat with his legs spread open, one hand resting against his chin, his bare, tattoo-covered body on full display, a woven crown of spiraling black thorns sitting comfortably on the top of his head. His crimson eyes glowed against the darkness of the vast cavern, watching you struggling to reach him, his face remaining neutral.

You eventually made it to the deepest section of the water, the throne area sitting high above you, forcing you to angle your head upwards, the ends of your hair dipping into the black abyss below.

“What brings you here, angel?” the Demon Lord questioned, uttering the last word as though it were an insult, his commanding voice permeating all the way from his throne down to your pointed ears.

“I come with a message from Lord Park.”

He sat up from his relaxed position, leaning forward and resting his darkened, soot-covered hands in between his muscular thighs. “A message, hm? How trivial must it be if he couldn’t even bother to give it to me himself?”

“I don’t know. I just do as I’m told.” You swatted some of the smaller demons away from you, having to use more force when a few of the bigger ones began pulling at your hair and your thin clothes, threatening to strip you right then and there.

“Mm, of course you do.” Studying the way your dress clung desperately to your untarnished, glistening skin, he continued, his voice dripping with sin, “Why would he send such a delicious-looking follower to me all on her own with no one to protect her? It’s like you’re begging me to devour you.”

“I can protect myself, demon,” you growled, shoving another cackling creature away from you, unable to keep it from shredding the lower half of your dress with one quick swipe of its claws, exposing your thighs.

Hongjoong licked his lips, emitting a low chuckle, now finding your presence to be quite entertaining. “But you can’t seem to protect your precious garments. Weren’t they sewn by Lord Seonghwa himself? He won’t be very happy to see you in such an indecent state.”

“He’ll understand knowing I had to travel to such a filthy, unforgivable place,” you panted, about to continue describing how awful Hongjoong’s residence was when two of his demonic followers began tugging on both of your wings, causing you to let out an involuntary cry of pain mixed with pleasure. Meanwhile, another eager demon sent his claws down the front of your uniform, leaving it in ribbons.

“I do apologize for my pets. They always get excited when we have a guest, especially when it’s a pretty little angel.” Hongjoong couldn’t help but admire how vulnerable you were beginning to appear before him, taking great pleasure in the way you didn’t seem to give up, despite clearly being worn down.

“If I had permission from my Master, they would all be eradicated from my sight,” you threatened, forcefully ripping yourself free from the demons, a few of your feathers floating away into the dark water.

“You’re so frightening, little one. I almost let out a scream of terror,” he said flatly, rolling his eyes at you. Hongjoong tapped his sharpened nails against his knee, holding his other hand down in your direction, a demonic sigil etched into the palm of his hand. “Come on up here and deliver the message before I fall asleep out of boredom.”

Grumbling, you began pulling yourself out of the heavy water, grabbing onto the sharper edges of the rocky wall and slowly bringing yourself up to where he sat, your drenched wings threatening to send you back down into the clutches of the creatures that were whispering and snickering to each other below.

Once you stood before the Demon Lord, your chest heaving from how much energy you had to exert just to get to that point, you pulled the scroll from your bag and tossed it into his lap.

“Hope you weren’t too fond of your clothes,” Hongjoong mused, untying the scroll and scanning through it, while motioning to your dress with his free hand, just in time for it to begin peeling away from your dripping body and pooling around your feet.

Immediately filled with a sense of guilt and shame, you fell to your knees, hunching forward and covering your body to the best of your ability. “This only happened because your lecherous pets wouldn’t leave me be,” you hissed, glaring up at the Demon Lord that now stood above you, the mere sight of his cock hanging in between his legs making you feel faint. “Don’t you know that humiliating an angel is a capital offense? You could be–”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Hongjoong crouched down, running his fingers through your damp, tangled hair, his lips curling into a pompous smirk. “I can’t be punished for doing that to someone who’s no longer welcome inside the Kingdom of Heaven. You should really read these messages before you deliver them.”

The intense pressure you had been feeling for the past couple hours bubbled up to the surface, showing up as an unbridled rage that you didn’t even realize you were capable of expressing. “You dirty, filth-ridden pest! You think you can open your wicked mouth and spout some nonsense such as–”

Hongjoong grabbed you by the throat before you could finish, standing up and lifting you up in the process with one hand, his fingers squeezing around your delicate neck, using the other hand to show you what your Master had written on the scroll.

“No…” you mumbled, staring down at the scroll, almost unable to accept your fate. The message was clear: Lord Seonghwa wanted you to stay in the fourth circle where you supposedly belonged, as he was afraid of your inevitable betrayal.

How could he have known about your wishes when you never made them known to him? To anyone? You were so careful, so precise with your actions, so willing to do everything your Master asked of you, no matter how difficult. And this was the thanks you get? Banished to hell without a single goodbye?

“It’s not quite over yet, angel.” His blood red eyes bored into your half-closed ones, looking past them and gazing straight into your soul. “I can help you get your revenge. I may not like angels, but I loathe pretentious, high-ranking ones like Lord Seonghwa.” Hongjoong pulled you in closer, his hot breath hitting the bottom of your chin, a bit of drool escaping his plush lips. “Seduce him and take him down with you. That would give you immense pleasure, wouldn’t it? All you need to do is lend me your body.”

“You…you’re…a liar…” you choked out, grasping at his hand, your dripping wings beginning to tremble behind you. “Why…would you do that…for me?”

“It’s not for you,” he sneered, baring his sharpened canines, slowly lowering you back down to the ground, his fingers still clutching your neck. “I’m a lot of things, angel. Greedy, insatiable, consumed with desire, but…a liar is not one of them. I simply want to cause as much destruction as I can.”

Ignoring the angelic voices inside your head telling you to resist, you did the opposite, instead giving Hongjoong what he wanted. And what you wanted as well. “Very well…Lend me your power. I want as much as you can give me. My Master won’t go down easy.”

“So greedy.” Giving you a proud smile, the Demon Lord released your neck, the sigil on his hand now imprinted on your skin, though you couldn’t see it yourself. “I’ll give you everything you need, angel. But first, you must get on your hands and knees, and spread yourself open for me.”

Despite your instinct to spit in Hongjoong’s face and curse him, your profound need for power and revenge far outweighed your desire to piss him off. You did as he said, slowly lowering yourself to the ground and bending over, resting your hands down on the ground and spreading your knees apart, biting into your lip, knowing your angelic ancestors were rolling in their celestial graves. “Be quick, demon.”

Hongjoong got down onto his knees behind you, his cock standing at full attention from the sight of a haughty angel offering herself to him. “I’m the one who has what you desire, angel, so I will go at whatever pace that pleases me the most.”

“Then get on with it.” You rolled your eyes, knowing he couldn’t see you, about to say something snarky when the demon ran his heated hands up and down the curves of your waist, only stopping when he held them just above your ass.

With his hands cemented around your waist, Hongjoong slowly pushed himself into you, inch by inch until his hips were flush with yours, groaning so incredibly loud that his voice echoed throughout the large cavern. “Fuck, there’s nothing better than filling up an angelic virgin cunt like yours…”

“I’m…not…a virgin…” you struggled to inform the demon, gritting your teeth from how incredibly full you felt inside, your inner walls barely able to take his girth and size.

“Oh?” Hongjoong squeezed the supple flesh of your hips and ass, the pact on his hands leaving a pleasant burn wherever he touched you. “So angels suck and fuck each other too, eh? This is news to me.”

“You make it sound disgusting, demon. We conduct rituals that are ordained by God herself,” you huffed, glaring back at him with a fire in your eyes. “It’s a holy union used to connect our souls, to link our hearts.”

Hongjoong’s thrusts were quick, sloppy, but he made sure to fill you up completely every time he entered you, his cock heavy and almost hot inside your cunt, making you feel like you could melt. “So what are you doing now with me? Are we linking our souls, angel?” He snorted, sinking his fingers into your ass. “Because I think I’m just fucking you for the fun of it. And I think you like it, judging from that drool that’s falling from your pretty lips.”

You turned away from him, instead facing a few demons that had gathered around you, not having enough energy to care that they were pleasuring themselves to the sight of an angel taking the cock of a demon. “I’m not…drooling…” you exhaled out, your body completely relaxing into Hongjoong’s, just letting him use you to his black heart’s content.

Hongjoong let out a deep chuckle, hunching over slightly and speeding up his movements, the sound of your skin slapping together and your combined moans pleasing him and the demons around you both. “Liar. You’re not much of an angel, are you? All you’ve done is sin nonstop since you’ve visited my residence. Maybe you do belong down here with me.”

You grasped at the rough terrain below you, knowing it was going to scrape up your knees from how hard Hongjoong was pounding into you. “I’m-uuunh-doing this to bring-aaah-Lord Park down with me, demon. Don’t you forget..!”

“Is that so? You’re not also doing this for pleasure?” He ran a single finger along the edge of one of your wings, hearing you let out a small gasp.

“N-no, I don’t believe in losing yourself to earthly pleasures,” you lied straight through your teeth, gasping again once you felt the displeasure of suddenly being empty, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Well, I do.” Hongjoong simply chuckled, spreading your ass open with his talons and sending a few wads of spit into your other hole, gaining the approval of the demons that surrounded you.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” you called out from below, turning your head back to look at him with disgust.

“I’m simply having you in every way an angel deserves to be had…desecrating you in the way you deserve,” Hongjoong sighed out, reaching down to grab your wrists and hold them behind you, leaving you in a position that left you no choice but to take the Demon Lord’s pulsing cock inside your ass.

“Oh my god, you foul beast. No one’s ever-nnngh-done such a thing to me,” you panted heavily, being filled up somewhere other than your sacred center, in a place that wasn’t supposed to elicit any pleasure whatsoever. The feeling of your ass being filled up to the very brim sent waves of pure arousal through your holy form, making you wonder if you’ve always been tainted if you were enjoying such a filthy thing. You gazed hazily at the demons around you past your wet strands of hair, their noises of animalistic enthusiasm only growing louder as Hongjoong began to pound into your ass harder than before, his cock slipping in and out with ease, your body shuddering underneath his.

“Look at you, taking my demon cock in your tight virgin ass like this,” Hongjoong mused, mostly to himself, letting go of your wrists to grab back onto your wings, making you cry out in a bout of sudden pleasure. “Mmm, my sweet angel, if you admit it feels good to be fucked raw, to be taken like this in front of a demonic audience, to be owned by a Demon Lord, I’ll make you cum harder than you ever have during any of your silly little angelic rituals.”

What have you got to lose? Your pride? Your innocence? Your holiness? Sure, those things were important to you, but it was a little too late to salvage them. You wanted revenge and you were willing to do anything for it. Even if that meant getting on your hands and knees, surrounded by filthy creatures, and taking demon cock in the fourth circle of hell.

“It feels…so good…it’s unholy, so filthy…and I…I love it…” you panted out in between hoarse moans, a few beads of sweat cascading down your spine to the small of your arched back, coming to realize that you had begun to fuck yourself back onto Hongjoong’s cock, desperate for your release.

Hongjoong found great satisfaction in your submission, eagerly placing his hands on the bend of your wings, slowly running them down the thickest part of it to the thinnest, repeating this action when he heard how whiny you began to sound. “Mm, you’re so sensitive…”

“Pull them, please…” you practically begged, digging your fingers into the ground, almost smacking Hongjoong in the face with your wings when they spread out.

The demon gripped the thicker section of your wings and tugged them in an outwards motion, still drilling himself into you at the same time, panting too heavily to let out a proper laugh of satisfaction. “Let’s see, is the pretty angel going to cum from having her wings tugged on or because of the fat demon cock that’s stuffed inside her angelic little cunt?”

“Haaaah…both…” You were practically losing your sanity at this point, so caught up in the inescapable heaviness and lust in the air that you couldn’t bring yourself to stop driving yourself back onto his stiff cock. “Give me more…I’m so close…!”

“As you wish.” Hongjoong grabbed onto both of your wings at the base near your shoulder blades, holding them like handlebars, suddenly pulling out from your ass and thrusting back into your cunt, so deep and so hard that your arousal began squirting onto his cock, the clear liquid dripping down your inner thighs. “Such a slutty little angel, cumming so hard for a filthy demon like me…”

You could barely breathe, huffing and puffing on the ground, covered in sweat, your ass still up in the air, knowing Hongjoong was about to cum too from the way he was groaning and holding you still. “Don’t cum inside me…That’s reserved for higher ups only…”

“Too late,” he grunted, gripping your wings so hard that he ripped a few feathers out, pumping his cum into you, clearly delighted by your soft cries of pain and pleasure. “It doesn’t really matter anymore now, does it? You’re not welcome back up there, so it’s better that your guts are painted white with my seed.”

You shuddered, already feeling the demon’s load dripping down your slit, making you grit your teeth. “As long as I can stay up there long enough to seduce my Master, I’ll be fine...” You eventually stood up, your thighs trembling, your face flushed beyond measure, still dripping sweat. “So will you give me your power now…?”

Pleased with the sight of his cum dripping from in between your thighs and the sigil glowing on your neck, he stood up and put his hands on your shoulders, the sickening smirk returning to his prince-like face. “You already have it. You had it as soon as I wrapped my hand around your pretty little neck earlier.”

If you had any more energy to exert, you would’ve made an attempt to shove him over the edge of his throne and into the murky water below, but you simply stood there, your wings raising up slightly out of anger. “So you fucked me and filled me with your filthy seed for nothing?”

Hongjoong shook his head, clicking his forked tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Not for nothing, silly angel. For pleasure.” He raised a hand to caress your jaw, angling your face up to look deep into his eyes, appreciating how your own gold ones lost their color and instead were as dark and empty as his soul. It almost brought a tear to his eye. “And you enjoyed it too, begging for me to grab and pull at your wings the way you did, you naughty thing.”

You raised your own hand up, grabbing him by the jaw, surprising him and yourself with your sudden bout of strength and dominance. “If you don’t help me desecrate Lord Seonghwa, demon,” you began slowly, through gritted teeth, using your other hand to grasp at Hongjoong’s crown of thorns, not caring that the sharpened edges pricked into your fingers. “I’ll have no problem with taking this crown off and using it on you as a nice cock ring instead. Am I clear?”

Hongjoong couldn’t have been harder than in that moment, having corrupted and turned an angel into something that was able to frighten even himself, the Demon Lord of the Fourth Circle. Chuckling, he caressed your cheek lovingly, giving you a fond smile complete with sharp, jagged teeth. “Crystal clear.”

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year

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Femme Fatale Guide: Products & Services Worth The Splurge

Fashion:

A great couple of bras in black/nude (your best skin-toned shade)

Comfortable, breathable, and seamless underwear

Outerwear (Coats, jackets, blazers)

The perfect pair of jeans

An LBD that works from day to night

Comfortable, sturdy, sleek, and timeless footwear (a versatile black boot, a black heel, white sneaker, and a black flat/loafer/sandal)

A timeless and versatile crossbody or shoulder bag (a larger one for the daytime/work or school and a smaller one for nighttime/events)

One or two well-made classic jewelry item(s)

A conversation-starting item or accessory

Beauty:

Sunscreen

Any skincare/skin cosmetic products that are game-changers for you

A quality hair brush, comb, and hair towel

Your signature scent

A quality razor/hair removal product

Vitamin C/Retinol serums

Reliable hair tools and sturdy nail tools

A quality hair heat protectant/scalp cleansing or conditioning spray

Makeup brushes and beauty tool cleaners

Home:

Lamps/lighting

Couch/desk chair

Everything for your bed: Bed frame, mattress/sheets/pillows, etc.

Knives

Dishwasher-safe and microwave-safe dishes & cups you love

A full-length mirror

Vacuum

Storage solutions/cedar blocks or moth balls

Quality holders for everything: Paper towels, shower storage, hooks, mailbox/key bowls

Name brand paper products/household cleaners

Electric toothbrush & Waterpik

Sound-proof headphones/Airpods

MacBook Air

Health & Wellness:

High-quality lettuce and/or sprouts

Organic frozen fruits and vegetables (if fresh is too pricey)

BPA-free canned goods

Potassium bromate & glyphosate-free grain products

Snacks free of artificial colors

Quality coffee

An at-home massage tool/heating pad

Fur products for skin/hair removal

Vitamin C/Retinol serums

Quality running shoes

Anything that goes near your vulva or into the vagina: Sex toys, lube, condoms, toy cleaners, pads/tampons/menstrual cups, cleansing wipes, etc.

A yoga mat, resistance band, and a pair of small ankle weights

Spotify subscription

Books and audiobooks

Services:

Therapy

A top-tier haircut

House cleaning (even if it's only once every couple of months)

Top-tier hair removal/brow maintenance services of your choice

Best doctors, dentists, OB/GYN, and dermatologists you can get

At least one personal training/styling session in your life

Professional/Social:

Ownership of the domain for your full legal/professional name and/or business name

A CPA/bookkeeper/fiduciary financial advisor

Automation workflow/content management system software

A lawyer for contract review/LLC services

Personalized stationery/"Thank You" cards

Memorable client gifting for the holidays/milestone successes

Niche skill-based certifications (Google, AWS, Hubspot, etc.) or courses made by trusted professionals in your field

Subscriptions in world-leading and industry-authority digital publications

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year

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♡ 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕖𝕣𝕖 "ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤" ♡

♡ Mature Content! Minors DNI! Warnings below the break ♡

♡ Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!ateez x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: A nice, calm, wholesome movie night with your boyfriends except I lied and nothing but absolute filth happens.

♡ Genre: smut with a sprinkle, a smidge, a barely visible flake of plot

♡ Word Count: 3.6k-ish

♡ Warnings: (issa lot happening so pls lmk if I miss anything) masturbation (f), use of toys (f receiving), oral (f & m receiving), anal penetration & eating (f receiving), unprotected sex (ya'll know not to do that irl!), creampies, edging, double vaginal penetration, things get rough, scratching, gagging, pet names (good girl, bad girl, slut, le usual)

♡ A/N: I wrote this with the intention of writing this soft, romantic piece but my mind got lost in the gutter and built a home there so here we are. Thanks to @anyamaris for supporting me in my nonsense as she always does.

Even with the air conditioner on, a wave of heat washes over you. Two fingers---your fingers---press firmly against your clit. You know your body better than anyone in this room. Every flick of your wrist makes your walls clench around the vibrator Hongjoong’s fucking you with. The ultra-soft silicone curves to rest its flat tip directly on your g spot. He keeps it at medium speed, the low hum of the toy a hypnotizing instrumental to the weakened moans leaving your lips. “You’re so beautiful” he whispers, delicately kissing your thigh. And you are.

Lying in the middle of your living room floor on a pile of the fluffiest pillows, you’re the prettiest thing any of them have ever seen. The plan had been to watch a movie. Horror---comedy---who cares? How could they watch anything but you? Legs spread wide. Pussy weeping, begging you to keep going just like that. Your panties, moist beyond measure, are looped around your ankle. The tight plaid mini skirt you wear is pushed up, not denying them a bit of your plush belly. Your nipples are two, tightly beaded indentations in your black crop top. They brush against the cotton each time your chest rises, turning you on even more.

It’s getting harder to play with your clit. Your muscles are tensing like a rubber band stretched near its breaking point. Your wrists are going limp. Your legs are shaking, causing your thighs to jiggle so deliciously that Hongjoong can’t resist nibbling at them. What he loves, what gets him off the most, is simply to watch you make a mess of yourself. “Mmm, Joongie. I’m gonna cum---” you gasp, arching against the pillows. Hongjoong’s laugh is nearly undetectable but you hear it, oozing lust. He’s happy with himself and with you. Pulling the soaked vibrator from your core, he pushes three fingers into you.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum around my fingers.” Hongjoong moves your hand away from your clit, wrapping his lips around it in a small O shape. Your arms fall above your head, your head turning to catch Yunho staring at you from the couch. Yunho looks spaced out. It’s as if his mind is off somewhere far away but that couldn’t be further from the truth. His mind is on you and no one else. It's fixated on the way your eyelids flutter when Hongjoong suckles at your clit. It’s committing to memory that sweet little smile you shoot him right before you lose control of your body.

Hongjoong’s been edging you for an hour all for this moment when he can finger you hard and fast, tonguing your clit as pleasure rips through your body. You’re grabbing at nothing---at anything---to ground yourself but it’s no use. “Hongjoong. Fuck” you whine, struggling to find your breath, “I can’t. Too much. Too---fuck.” Wooyoung rises from his spot on the recliner to kneel above your head. “Let me help” he coos, kissing you on the forehead. His fragrant sable locks dance around your cheeks like curtains, shutting out the rest of the world.

Smooth hands massage their way up your arms, loosening your muscles as they tighten. Fingers press into your shoulders---tickle your collarbone---traverse the arches of your breasts to circle your nipples. Woo slips your shirt up, laying his hands flat on your breasts. He kneads them, pinching your nipples in his palms. “Woo---” you moan, “Joongie---ah.” You mindlessly writhe beneath them. Hongjoong’s knuckles are grinding against your slit. His fingers---they’re so deep---spreading you open even wider.

Woo smiles down at you and there’s something so genuine about it because it is. “He’s right---” he says, “You’re so beautiful.” Woo drags his tongue across your lips just as Hongjoong’s tongue swirls between your pussy lips. There’s an audible squelching sound when his fingers pop out of you, the suction of your walls holding onto him for dear life too relentless to let him go quietly. Hongjoong gets up on his knees, sucking at his fingers, and admires the way you’re still clenching for him. He’d edge you more---keep you like this all night---but he knows he has to share.

With one last kiss which he plants on your lower belly, he leaves you in Woo’s capable hands. Woo reaches over you to run a finger across your slit and you giggle at how much it tickles. When he leans forward you get a clear view of how hard he is and catch yourself salivating. You bring a hand up to rub against his bulge. A groan emerges from somewhere deep within him, “Bad girl.” Still a tad loopy from your orgasm, you fumble your way up onto your knees. “But you love it, don’t you?” you tease, your hand reaching down to rub against him again.

Woo nibbles at his bottom lip, pulling you closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair, tucking a rogue strand behind his ear, “Up.” One word spoken in the singsong voice of an angel such as yourself has him up on his feet without question. Just as you reach for Woo’s zipper, strong arms grab you from behind, locking you in their embrace. “Choi San!” you gasp, admiring that dimpled grin of his, “I’m kinda trying to focus here---” San kisses down your neck, dipping one hand between your thighs.

His other hand cradles your chin, fingers pinching into your cheeks, and turns your head back towards Woo where a throbbing cock, arousal moistening the tip, waits for you. “Then focus---” San says, lightly squeezing your cheeks. You let your tongue fall free, resting it on the underside of Woo’s cock. Rolling it around his sensitive tip, you collect the warm salty liquid on your tongue. San lets go of your cheeks, giving you the room to bring your hand up and grip Woo’s base. You glance up at him and he’s already fixed on you. They stay that way as your fingertips trace the veins traveling up his shaft, stroking back to his base and starting all over again.

San raises your ass enough to slip his cock between your thighs. Somehow he’s even harder than Woo and you haven’t even touched him yet. “You wanna fuck me, Sannie?” “Hmm, is that how we ask?” he growls into your neck, grinding against you. Poking your ass out, you lay your head back onto his shoulder, “I want you to fuck my tight little cunt, Sannie. Please.” San grips you by the hips, sinking into you with zero patience. A vibrator has nothing on San’s cock. Woo tangles his fingers in your hair, sliding his thickness between your lips.

Bobbing your head back and forth, you suck your cheeks in---fan them out---mimicking the exact thing your pussy’s doing to San’s cock. It’s a flawlessly choreographed dance between the three of you. San bucking his hips, feeding you every inch. You rolling back against him, taking him like a--- “Pretty little slut---” San’s panting, the slobber dripping down your chin from sucking Woo off making you look like exactly that. Woo holding your head steady while you pump his glistening length, your hand and mouth working together to put his stomach in knots.

With Woo stuffing your cheeks, your screams are muffled when San picks up his pace. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” he says, slapping you on the ass. “Mmpphh” is all you can manage, Woo’s cock hitting the back of your throat. Woo and San bounce you back and forth, whispering praises that have you back on the edge in no time. Your hips stutter, cluing San in that you’re close, and his pace becomes unforgiving. Woo scoops up one of your breasts, pinching your nipples, feeling their weight in his hand. “Don’t stop---shit---y/n. So good. Don’t---” Woo twitches between your lips, pumping his seed directly down your throat.

Never one to be wasteful you drink him down, massaging his balls with your free hand. “Fuck---pussy’s so good y/n---gonna cum” San hisses and you’re cumming again. He cums with you, ropes of white painting your insides from the other end. Woo leans forward, kissing your puffy lips, “I’ll get you some water.” “And a popsicle please.” Woo and San look at each other---back at you---at each other---back at you. San straightens out your skirt, “What for?” Your gaze dances over to Seonghwa and the two of you immediately begin to blush. “We---uh---” Seonghwa stutters, “Don’t worry about it.”

Yeosang politely moves Woo and San away from you. “Excuse me. Sorry” he apologizes, moving between them to sweep you up into his arms, “We’ll get the water.” It’s not that you don’t know Yeosang can pick you up but every time he does you melt. Yeosang carries you toward the kitchen and Seonghwa’s right behind him. “And the uh---yeah.” Jongho hops up to follow them, pushing through San and Woo with zero of the politeness Yeosang offered. “Thanks though” he grins, patting Woo on the shoulder, “But not really.”

“Oh my---that’s---that” you gasp, pleasantly surprised at how much you enjoy the sensation. Seonghwa bending you over your dresser and swirling a popsicle in your asshole wasn’t on your 2023 bingo board but he has you wondering why it never was. The chill of the popsicle is calming in a way. You were overheating for a bit there but now? You feel tingly all over. With the popsicle melted and your thighs coated in drips of sticky, strawberry syrup, Seonghwa goes to work licking it off of you. His long tongue trails up your left thigh---down your right thigh. It comes back up to your ass, nibbling at the plush cheeks and making you squeal. He stays there for a second kissing them, massaging them, tickling them with the tip of his tongue.

“Hwa---mmph” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he tongues your candy-coated asshole. Imagine having an itch. Not just any itch. One of those itches that makes it difficult to focus on anything else. One of those itches that refuse to be ignored. But you can’t reach it. No matter how hard you try, your arms just aren’t reaching until---oh god---you finally do. You scratch it and it’s so good that your legs could give out. Nothing, not a single thing, compares to how uniquely amazing that feels. That’s what it feels like to have Seonghwa making figure eights in your ass like his tongue's a professional figure skater.

While you’re bent over seeing stars, he maintains a shaky hold on his cock. Each stroke is slow and deliberate, in sync with yours. “Fuck, you taste so good” he mumbles, fully prepared to smother himself if it means tasting as much of you as possible. You hear a moan you’ve heard a dozen times before. Seonghwa tries to suppress them when he cums even though you wish he wouldn’t. Usually, he hates being messy but his cum has already glazed over his hand and the afterglow is heaven. “Fuck it,” he says to himself, falling across the bed. Spinning around you come face to face with Jongho. “Hey ya cutie” you beam, poking his cheeks.

Sometimes people say that he’s scary, mean even, but when you look at him all you see is your cuddly bear. You drape your arms over his shoulders for support, “Your turn?” Jongho effortlessly lifts you onto the dresser, kissing you like he’s been waiting forever to do it. And he has. “My turn.” He presses the head of his cock against your clit and there they are again. The hot flashes. That thin layer of perspiration on your skin. Jongho grabs your arms, pinning them behind you, and drives into you. “You’re still so wet.” “Not still” you whisper, “This is just for you.” Jongho thrusts into you and you’re full again, his cock much thicker than you remember.

Your exhausted muscles can hardly hold up to being fucked this hard but you don’t have to worry about that. In his arms, you don’t have to worry about anything besides feeling good. He could keep you steady all night if Yeosang weren’t snatching you away, tossing you on the bed. “Yeosang!” you shout, sliding back on the bed, “You can’t just throw people around like that!” Yeosang climbs on top of you, pushing your shirt up, “I can’t?” He brushes a thumb across one of your nipples, lapping at the other as his fingers massage your breast. “You can---shit---do it again” you surrender between shallow breaths.

Yeosang slips into you, his cock pulsing in time with each rise of his hips. His defined arms slip beneath your body, hands locking just behind your back. When he flips you over on top of him, it’s like your whole world’s been turned on its side. He bounces you up and down in his lap, the tremors traveling far behind your core. Just as he picks up a rhythm Jongho tears you away from him, propping you up against the wall. You’d make some smartass comment about Jongho not being good at sharing. If only there were time enough for that.

His arms are already tucked behind your knees, supporting your weight as he fucks you against the wall. “You’re such an addictive little slut, you know that?” he says, and your heart flutters. You just love when he sweet-talks you. The angle he has you at is perfect for stimulating your g spot. He’s bumping right up against it and you’re clamped down around him, as addicted to him as he is to you. “Can I borrow this?” Yeosang asks, peeling you away from Jongho and tossing you back onto the bed.

This time you’re on your knees. All fours is simply out of the question with how completely destroyed you are. “Are you just gonna toss me around all night?” you whine, burying your face in the blankets. Seonghwa lays his head beside yours, nuzzling up to you. “Of course not” he assures you, his voice warm and comforting, “I won’t throw you around when I have you. A light roll maybe---”

“Pirates! Cowboys! Biker gangs!” you mumble incoherently, jolting awake. Shaking off those incredibly strange dreams, you realize that you’re still in bed. Judging from how dark it is in your room, it’s well past midnight. You must’ve fallen asleep after what your aching muscles are telling you was a wrestling match with a bear. A barely awake Yunho tightens his arm around you from behind, “Cowboys? I’ll do anything for you but I am not putting on a cowboy costume.” “I will,” Mingi yawns, cuddling up closer to you from the other side, “I get nice boots. Probably a cool jacket. Ooh, some guns---”

“There are no guns!” you interrupt, “When did you two even get in here?” Yunho shrugs, “A few hours ago. You never came downstairs and we missed you.” The “we” he’s referring to is obvious when you notice how hard he is against your back. “You fell asleep on us” Mingi pouts, a hand running up your thigh to squeeze your ass. You drape a leg around his waist, smooching him on the nose, “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” Mingi pouts even more, knowing how soft you go for him when he does this. “That! You guys are both being so---” “So?” Yunho asks, his long fingers reaching between your legs to stroke your pussy.

You shiver at the contact. Having Yunho behind you, his cock pressing into the small of your back, his fingers teasing you, makes your heart race. Mingi spreads your thighs, giving Yunho more than enough room to curl his fingers into you. “Finish what you were saying.” “I---uh---” “Uh---uh” Mingi mocks, petting your cheek. You move to playfully slap him but he grabs you by the wrist, kissing you before you can even consider trying anything else. Yunho eases a third finger into your core, “You like it when I play with your little cunt, don’t you?” “Mm-hmm” you hum, lidded eyes glossing over.

Yunho stays focused on tapping your sweet spot while Mingi hypnotizes you with his lips. Mingi has you so drugged, so completely entranced, that you don’t even notice when one of Yunho’s fingers is replaced with his. It’s not until there are four of them inside of you, two of Mingi’s and two of Yunho’s that you feel the difference. Feel the intensity of the stretch. “I think she likes it” Mingi grins, rubbing his thumb against your clit. Yunho follows suit, slipping a thumb into your ass. “Fuck---yes---Yunie---Mingi---mmm!” you cry out, so overstimulated that your eyes begin to water.

They grind into you harder, forcing out screams louder than any you’ve made tonight. “Please---inside of me---wanna feel you. Both of you” you whine, so lost in how badly you want them that you don’t realize what you’re asking. Mingi slides his hand out, smearing your juices between your folds, “Aah, she’s adventurous tonight. You sure you can handle that?” “I-I can. Ah, shit. I need it.” Yunho spreads his fingers in a V, rolling them around inside of you, stretching you from every angle. Mingi brings the head of his cock to splash in the juices leaking from your needy core and Yunho pulls out of you, focusing instead on freeing himself from his pants.

For a fleeting moment, it occurs to you how fucking insane you are. Mingi and Yunho at the same time? It’s not only the thickness, it’s the length. You wonder if you have a death wish. Mingi guides himself into you, only the first inch, sending shockwaves through your system. If this is how you die, you figure, at least you’ll die happy. Yunho spits into his palm, moistening his length before he brings it to meet your already occupied slit. Mingi slides in another inch or two, keeping his cock flush against the roof of your walls. Yunho raises himself into you, taking his time to watch for any signs that you’re uncomfortable, “Let us know if it’s too much, okay?” You make a little squeak to acknowledge how nice it feels to be protected, even when he’s in the process of tearing you in half.

He begins to slide up into you, pausing to let Mingi push in a little more, then taking his turn again. It’s a toe-curling, lip-biting back and forth to get them both inside of you. Once they are, you're falling apart, screaming, digging your nails into Mingi’s arm. Pulling his shirt up over his head, he gathers the material and shoves it in your mouth. “We don’t want them to think we’re killing you.” You’re so full, stretched beyond your limit, that only one of them can fuck into you at once. There’s no room for anything---or anyone---else. You belong to them. “You’re always worth waiting for but shit” Mingi grunts, his length throbbing, as much as it can given the space.

There’s moisture on your cheeks. You’re crying. Not from pain. No. That initial sting gave way to pleasure once they were both finally inside of you. You’re crying, drenched in your own tears, because parts of you are shifting that you didn’t even know could. Every stroke has your ears ringing, your heart in your stomach. You feel heavy and weightless all at once. The darkness of the room swallows you while somehow managing to be blindingly bright. There’s an explosion somewhere inside, releasing the building pressure. You’re at your peak again, legs kicking like you’re dangling high up. It hits you hard. So hard that you’re not breathing. Breathe, girl, breathe!

Just as you catch your breath and think that you’re maybe---maybe---coming down, Yunho's filling you up like a donut. Mingi pulls out, tapping his head against your clit as warm cum sprays against you. Correction: Filling you up like a glazed donut. The three of you collapse, unable to do much else besides make a series of broken noises. “Hmph mmm mm hmph,” you say? Scream? Mumble? Mingi throws his arm across his chest, understanding your incoherent huffs, and takes the shirt out of your mouth. You pat him lovingly on the head, “Thanks.”

Readjusting yourself on the toilet, you rub the partially melted popsicle between your legs. This is nowhere near sexual in nature. You’re just in desperate need of relief from how sore you are after the day’s events. “Aah, yup, that’s the spot” you sigh, “Seonghwa really was onto something.” “Was I?” Seonghwa asks, rubbing his eyes. You jump a bit, startled by his sudden appearance in the doorway. Seonghwa stretches, dragging his feet into the bathroom.

As adorable as he is in his pajamas, his hair a complete mess, seeing him right now isn’t ideal. He shakes off the sleep, taking his time to process what’s going on. “Is that a---” “Ssh, if you tell anyone---” Seonghwa’s cheeks turn rosy, a smile spreading across his face. He takes you by the hand, bringing you to your feet, “Come on.” “Hwa, hold on, do you think? I wasn’t--no. No!” You reach back to drop the popsicle in the sink but Hwa pulls you along. “Hold onto that.”

#ateez smut #ateez x you #ateez x chubby reader #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader #ateez ot8 #ateez oneshot #hongjoong x y/n #mingi x y/n #jongho x y/n #yeosang x y/n #yunho x y/n #seonghwa x y/n #san x y/n #wooyoung x y/n #chubby reader

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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5 Nights Pt 2

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: language, minor dirty talk, smut Part 2 is here! Part 3 will hopefully come later this week! Read part 1 here!

It wasn’t that Aaron had a bad sleep, it was that he had a very interrupted sleep, one plagued by images of you coming apart in his arms, the noises that came out of your mouth and pussy as he was knuckle deep in you echoing through his brain. He was completely unsurprised to wake up with his cock hard and throbbing in his pants, pre cum already leaking from the tip. He let out a quiet grunt, rolling onto his side in hopes that he could escape off to the bathroom before waking you up, slowly shifting to sit on the end of the bed. It was only when he heard the sink running through the open bathroom door that he glanced over his shoulder, noticing the sheets already tossed back on your very empty bed.

“Morning.” You greeted with a sly smile as you rounded the corner, your eyes darting down to the prominent bulge in his pants, lingering a moment almost too long before flicking back up to his face.

“Uh, morning.” He shuffled slightly in an attempt to hide his arousal and you let out a small giggle, stepping toward him, your hands beginning to toy with the waist band of his pants. “What’re you“—

“You said this wasn’t done.” You shrugged, glancing up at him from under your lashes, “and it looks like this time it’s you who has something that I can definitely help out with.” You tugged on the tie of his pants, biting at your lip as you looked up to him, waiting to see if he would hold true to his words the previous night or not.

“Christ.” Aaron muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as his cock twitched in his pants and you let out another one of those incredibly adorable giggles. Before he even opened his eyes he felt your hands untie his pants, fingers tickling under the waistband as they met his heated skin and he couldn’t help but let out a small moan. His eyes flicked open and he finally found his voice once again, “You better be about to get on your knees pretty girl.”

“Only for you sir.” You purred back, a smirk on your lips as your hands finally slipped under the waistband of his pants.

He couldn’t help the way his breath caught in his throat at the way you dragged it out, hands sliding down his thighs as you grinned up at him before you finally began to crouch, tugging his pants down to his ankles. Your eyes widened as his cock sprung free, big, thick and hard, smacking against his lower stomach and your mouth watered as you settled on your knees. Aaron finally managed to take the upper hand for a moment, a chuckle leaving his lips at the way your tongue darted out to wet your lips, the way your eyes refused to leave his cock, taking in every inch of it and he knew you wanted nothing more than to devour him.

“I take it you like what you see?” He murmured, finally pulling you out of your fantasy and you glanced up at him with a hungry look in your eyes.

“Didn’t realize you were so big.” You replied breathily and his hand came out to stroke down your cheek, thumb running over your lower lip.

“You can take it, I know you can. You are my good girl after all, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.” You nodded eagerly, a small smile on your face and his hand patted your cheek gently, watching as you sat up on your knees.

Leaning forward your tongue shot out, laying a slow lick on the underside of his cock, flicking against the head when you reached it and he let out a low hiss. You chuckled softly, your lips wrapping around the tip before you sunk down slowly, engulfing him completely and this time he moaned, low yet loud at the feeling of your mouth encasing him. His eyes fluttered shut and he resisted thrusting into your throat, letting you go at your own pace as you began to gently tease him. Dark curls tickled your nose as you groaned around him, tongue tracing the ridges of his cock while it throbbed in your mouth and you used your tongue to push as much spit around him as you could before you sat back, letting out a breathy gasp as it popped out of your mouth.

“Fuck.” Aaron swore quietly at the sight of a string of spit connecting your lips with the tip of his dick, pleasure shooting through him at the way you smiled with a playful laugh before your hands moved up to begin to with him.

One hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them while the other wrapped around his length, pumping him a few times, watching the way his head fell back and he was unable to resist softly thrusting his hips toward you. He’d been rock hard the moment he woke up and the both of you knew this wasn’t going to take very long, as much as you wanted to tease the shit out of him, you figured that could wait for another day. Right now you just wanted to get him off, to truly be able to taste him and make sure he was relieved and ready for the day.

Shifting forward again your mouth replaced the hand you had on his balls, sucking on one, then the other before both of them were in your mouth, letting out a moan around them. Aaron couldn’t help it this time, his hand tangling into your hair to rest on the back of your head as his hips gently rocked forward, aching for more of your touch. You continued your movements with your mouth, your hand beginning to pump around his cock as your tongue tickled at his balls.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart.” He groaned, anchoring his other hand on the dresser, the coil within him tightening with each pump of your hand. He’d spent too many nights imagining this and still wasn’t certain that it was actually happening in real life now. Your mouth was warm, wet and exactly what he’d been aching for, you were an absolute vision on your knees for him and his only complaint would be that you weren’t naked. He ached to see the way your tits swayed while you rocked on your knees, wished that the angle was different so he could be touching that pretty pussy of yours.

As your lips slipped off his balls with a small moan he looked down, watching the curve of your chest heave, threatening to burst over the neck of your tank and his eyes caught your nipples, hard and peeking through the fabric.

“Fuck.” He muttered, realizing that he had yet to actually see your tits and he felt the overwhelming desire to bury his face between them, to spend and endless amount of time savouring every inch of your skin with his mouth.

“Feel good sir?” You asked, hand continuing to pump around him and he nodded with a breathy laugh.

“You’re almost too good at that.”

“And to think I’ve barely started.” You practically beamed up at him before your lips wrapped around his cock again, sinking down until the tip of it was hitting the back of your throat.

You began a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down on his length, tongue swirling around him while your hand took care of what you couldn’t get into your mouth on each pump. Aaron’s hand tightened in your hair, his dick twitching between your lips, small grunts and groans starting to escape his lips, each one a little louder than the last. You let out little moans around him, revelling in the salty taste of him on your tongue, droplets of pre-cum leaking out that you eagerly swallowed down. He let out a low swear at the way your moans vibrated around him, the way you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper into your mouth and he could practically feel the back of your throat.

“God that feels good.” He moaned and you sucked a little harder around him, practically gagging on his cock before you popped off once again, gasping for breath.

“If you want to fuck my throat you’re more than welcome.” You smirked up at him and he swore again, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb pulling your mouth open.

“I’ll gladly take that invitation.” He murmured, watching the gleam in your eye as his cock throbbed in front of you at the thought alone.

You leant back on your knees, opening your mouth wide, your tongue extending out and it only took seconds before Aaron was burying his cock into you. Your lips quickly wrapped around him, whimpering when his hand tightened in your hair, shoving you down all the way onto his cock until he was bulging in your throat. His free hand came down, circling around your neck gently, pushing just enough to feel himself thrusting in and out of you. Bracing yourself on his thighs you matched his rhythm, tongue lapping around him the best you could as he picked up the pace. You couldn’t help but moan, each one a little more needy than the last at the way he was using you to get off, exactly what you’d intended the moment you’d noticed his morning wood. One of your hands quickly moved up to play with his balls again and he let out a louder swear, his hips faltering as he continued to fuck your face, his hand tightening in your hair.

“Fuck!”

The feeling of him pulsing in your mouth was one thing, but the taste of him, feeling just how big he was in your mouth made your cunt ache to be filled with him, you just knew he would stretch you out perfectly, fill you up like no one else had ever been able to before. It made you want to do even better for him, make him feel as good as possible, your mouth increasing it movements as his cock hit the back of your throat once again. You glanced up at him under your lashes, looking at the way his head was tossed back, how each thrust of his hips was more powerful than the last, his chest heaving as his body began to shudder. You could feel the way he pulsed in between your lips, squeezing tighter around his balls and his hand clenched in your hair.

“Shit! You’re gonna make me come.”

His words only spurred you on further, increasing your movements, moaning around his cock as he fucked impossibly deep into your throat. His swears and grunts got more frequent and louder until he let out a a loud gasp, followed by a hiss and he was coming down your throat. You moaned over the taste, your eyes falling shut as you sucked every drop from him as he panted, your tongue tracing every inch of his cock as it softened in your mouth. The hand he had in your hair loosened, softly stroking at the top of your head while you made sure he was properly cleaned. You pulled your lips off his cock with a lewd pop and his eyes cracked open, gazing down at you while he caught his breath.

“There.” Smirking, you wiped a stray drop of cum from beneath your lip, sucking it into your mouth as you got to your feet “now you don’t need to worry about jerking off in the shower and I’ve got time to grab breakfast. Any requests?”

It was Hotch’s turn to smirk, chuckling across at you with that familiar gleam in his eye, “what I want to eat…isn’t on the menu.”

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nctsplug02 · 1 year

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Hola babe! To my favorite author, as you know Johnny had broken bone. Can i request smut with the background story of it? Maaaaybe y/n riding him wild or maybe wilder lolololl funny scene in the end would be fun tho. ThANK YOU xx

CowBoy. J.Suh

GENRE: fluff, smut and humor!

WARNINGS: mentions of a broken arm (girl, im not anything medical so, i might say random shit), kissing, flirting, dirty talk, riding/cowgirl, unprotected sex, fingering and clit play!!

you giggle in between the kiss as johnny attempts to unlock his apartment door without pulling away from you but fails.

“j—johnny,” you pull away and laugh with a hand placed softly on his chest.

johnny chuckles with a small hint of embarrassment and bites his lip while unlocking his door. he pushes the door open and gestures you to walk in first.

“sorry, it’s a little dark.” johnny follows you inside and flicks a light switch while locking the door.

while undoing your shoes, johnny watches with adoration and chuckles when being caught. “is there something on my face?” you stand straight with a smile.

“no,” he shakes his head and pulls you to his chest. “but, there’s something that’s not on your face.” you tilt your head with a surprised look before johnny ducks his head and kisses you.

your hand goes to johnnys jaw as you kiss him back. your feet travel back as johnny backs you into the wall behind you. your back is pressed on the wall and johnnys hands are on your lower back.

a bark causes you to jump and pull away. “you have a dog?!” johnny turns his head and then watches as his knine runs towards the both of you.

“yeah, this is buster.” johnny squats and pets the fluffy animal. “i also have a cat.” suddenly a meow and a soft jingle is heard. “this is butter.” an bright orange cat pops out from behind the couch and runs toward the crowd.

“oh, they’re adorable!” you watch from afar as johnny bonds with his pets. “yeah, they are.” he says softly as he pets the both of them on their heads. “i rescued both of them a day before their death date. i just.. couldn’t resist.”

johnny looks back at you and stands. “do you have any pets?” you shake your head. “i sadly have allergies to animal fur and my apartment doesn’t allow pets.” johnny apologizes and scratches his head. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know. we could go to your place instead if the fur is alerting your allergies?”

you shake your head, again. “it’s fine, johnny. i have allergy pills in my bag. i can take them and i’ll be fine for a few hours.”

“are you thirsty?” johnny asks and points to the direction where his kitchen is. “i have tea, coffee, wine, water, soda..?”

“i think i’m thirsty for something else.” you say and bite your lip after, hinting that you wanted him but clearly johnny had already guessed it the moment you said you were thirsty for something else.

johnny yanks you by the waist and picks you up, in a reflex your legs wrap around his tiny waist. “that was smooth and sexy.” johnny says before pressing a kiss on your lips and bringing you to his room.

“bye buster, bye butter!” you whisper and look over johnnys shoulder while they sit by the front door, looking at the two of you confused.

johnny kicks the door shut and makes sure to lock it. “those two knuckleheads know how to open my door so, i have to lock it.” you giggle and gasp when johnny drops you on his bed.

“fuck, i’ve had blue balls since i kissed you outside the restaurant.” johnny groans and rips off his leather jacket.

you sit up on your elbows and watch as johnny undressed himself. “should i undress myself too?” johnny looks up from his belt and shakes his head. “don’t, leave the best part for me.”

your cheeks heat up and your lips form into a shy grin.

johnny finishes undressing himself and grabs you by the ankles, yanking you towards him and grabbing the stretchy waist band of your skinny jeans.

in the dark room, your eyes follow your jeans flying behind johnny. “ew, my socks!” you winces and laugh when johnny laughs.

johnny pulls off the barely hanging on socks and tosses them with your jeans.

“ew, my toes!” you make a gross face and curl your toes away from johnny who only laughs with a head shake.

johnny continues undressing you and when your butt naked, he climbs on you and cups your face. “just how much more beautiful can you get, y/n?”

before you can answer, johnny rubs your inner thighs. “may i?” you look down and then look back up at johnny, immediately finding his eyes even through the dark room. “yes, please.”

a soft moan cranks up your throat when feeling johnnys fingers feel your slit. you softly gasp when johnnys finger runs over your clit.

“found it.” he says and flicks your bud.

you moan and drop your head back. “fuck, johnny.” you moan and dig your fingers in johnnys forearm.

johnny rubs your clit and brings his lips to yours. you can barely kiss him back due to your brain focusing on his fingers rubbing your clit in circles.

johnny spreads your folds and slowly dips his fingers in your pussy. your hips dip in toward the bed and your jaw cranks to your chest but no sound or words are heard.

you gasp and place your hand on his. “what’s wrong, baby?” your jaw trembles and your words can barely come out. “cat got your tongue?” he softly laughs and starts rubbing your clit, again.

“i—i’m gonna cum.” you breathe out and your chest dips deeply as you take deep breaths. “go ahead, baby.” your chest tightens at the pet name.

your thighs shut around johnnys hand as you cum around his slender fingers. with moans and whimpers, johnny somehow gets your legs to spread as they shake and tremble.

your walls close in on nothing while johnny ghostly rubs your clit.

“no.. no.. no more..” you pant and attempt to control your shaking legs.

“that was beautiful, y/n.” johnny sits up and pulls you with him.

johnny sits you on his lap and rubs your thighs. “ride me?” you could feel his cock bricked under your ass. “alright, cowboy. i’ll show you how i ride a bull.”

you sit up on your knees and grab johnny by the base. johnny stands straight and you look him in the eyes while sliding your down on his cock.

“shit, that’s not gonna work.” you jerk up when feeling his tip barely pushing into your hole. “we’ll make it work, baby. i know we will.”

you nod firmly and try again, wincing when his tip stretches you. “wow, geez.” johnny holds your hips and ignoring the stinging on his shoulders as you dig your nails into them.

“oh, fuck. you’re huge.” you look down to see you taking him in and swallowing him whole.

you and johnny let out groans as he sits balls deep in you. “geez, why are you so big!” you laugh and johnny hugs your waist. “you feel amazing, babe.” he rubs your hips as your walls pulse around him.

after a few minutes of getting used to his size, you begin moving your hips. circling your hips in circles and moaning when your clit rubs against his base every so often. rocking your hips back and forth as if johnny was an actual mechanical bull.

“c’mon, baby. thought you were gonna show me how you ride a bull?” johnny taps your ass and challenges you. “i’m just warmin’ up!” you whine and pinch his shoulders.

you clear your throat and sit up a bit, fixing how your legs are positioned. “hold onto your hat, cowboy. we’re going downtown.”

as your hand reaches out for something to hold as support, the two of you fall back causing you to be launched from johnnys arms.

“oh, shit!” you and johnny both say when falling off the story high bed and landing on the rough carpet ground.

“geez,” you laugh and cover your face, holding your stomach as you laugh on your back. “i just did a whole summersault.” you shake your head and sit up.

your eyes find johnny sitting up with his arm in his lap. you stand and find the light switch, flicking it once found. “johnny?”

“i think i just broke my arm?” johnny looks back at you while cradling his arm. “are you being serious?” you speed walk over and sit in front of him. “yeah, i think i heard a snap but.. my arm is just in pain.”

“fuck, that’s all my fault. i’m so sorry. i tried finding something to hold for support but didn’t notice our backs were facing off the bed.”

“it’s okay, baby. c’mon, get dressed and help me to the hospital?” you help johnny up and you dress him first, making sure to be super gentle and super careful.

you grab your panties and slip them on after dressing up johnny. “uh, babe—johnny, can you go find your keys?” you then grab your bra off the ground and you clip it on.

“johnny?” you look back when hearing and seeing now sudden movement. “sorry, your ass just looks amazing. sucks that we couldn’t finish.” johnny says with a head tilt and a smirk, all that while staring at your ass.

“i know right,” you turn with your shirt and jeans in hand. “just when i was getting used to your size.. i was fitting around you all snuggly and so perfectly.” you sigh and slip your shirt over your head. “indeed you were, baby.”

you stick your feet through each pant leg and you pull up your jeans. “‘kay, c’mon, let’s go before we’re stuck here trying to go at it, again.”

you and johnny make it to the hospital within ten minutes. you kept johnny occupied from the pain shooting through his arm by having a quick Disney karaoke session in the car. johnny was put in a cast and requested for an arm carrier. he was also given pain reliever pills and was told to take them every three hours.

the perfect first date, ever.

AN| firstly, i want to thank @/foxydumps for this request! i love being people’s favorite writer, it makes me proud and happy! i honestly struggled with a title for this, it was a debate between cowboy or bulldozer or the perfect first date. and lastly, i know i’ve been very inactive but my interest for writing had been slipping away lately but it comes back every so often. it came back last night and i was up until 6AM writing fics for you all!! i love you all, stay safe and healthy! <3

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yaut-jaknowit · 8 months

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Guess who’s back again💪

Anyways, I had a random ass idea of a Yautja having sex with his mate for the first time and realising the reader has a Price Albert piercing (dick piercing)😭

Expect the Unexpected

Pairing: Celtic (Male Yautja) x M!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dick piercing, anal, P v A, knotting, first time, slightly noncon (Reader doesn't know that Yautjas have knots, if that counts as noncon?), fluffy/rough sex, light aftercare, fluff.

Word Count: 2016

Summary: This is the first time the two of you decided to have sex. It's nerve racking, a little at least. What Celtic doesn't know and latter finds out is the Price Albert piercing. He's never seen one like before and the fact you have metal sticking from your genital's? But when you mention it enhances your pleasure, sign him up.

Author Note: Bro, that shit looks like it fucking hurts just on the daily. I decided to look it up… owww. Why would anyone get that?! Same with the clit peircings? No judgement, at all. All I can think of is the pain.

P.s. Asks are open again! Sorry, it's taken me so long.

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Rough, textured palms explored the expanse of your bare chest to needy Yautja before you. A heady purr vibrated his broad torso. His hands grasped at your ribcage, claws feathering along your skin without breaking the barrier. You keened quietly and shuttered in the young Yautja’s hold. Celtic was careful, mindful of your size and strength difference. A difference that drove him crazy.

He’s seen your torso exposed to him countless times before, a familiar sight but more than welcomed to him. Celtic chuffed and leaned down to run his tongue over a pebbled nipple. The taste of you on his tongue had him throbbing deep within his sheath. But, he withheld the last push to unsheathe his cock prematurely.

As the Yautja teased your taunt, sensitive skin, his massive hands drifted down to the waist band of your shorts. His thumbs hooked underneath the hem before slowly pulling them down. He wanted you to have the opportunity to stop him if you didn’t want this. You had initiated it first with him after months of being together.

With no resistance from your end, he let the clothing pool around your ankles with a purr. Celtic focus purely on your chest with his tongue, eyes finding yours through the haze that filled them. Mindlessly, he cupped your hips, thumbs circling along your hipbones.

Celtic blindly reached between his mate’s legs and found the hardened length of you. You tensed and groaned lowly, head thrown back. “How’s that feel?” he rumbled lowly in the thickening air.

“G-good,” you sputtered and reached out. Your hands touched at his chest for stabilization. The grip on your hip was gone only to appear upon one of your hands. It redirected it to grasp onto one of his tresses.

“Here, here. Grab gently, pull if you wanna,” Celtic clarified and guided you to perform to the right motion. He growled and replaced his grip back onto your hip. The tips of his claws digging into the soft flesh of you waist.

You followed his instructions to a quivering T. The rubber a familiar texture under your fingertips. It was soft, a comforting feeling. You jerked your hips up and drove your cock into his hand more. The coarseness of his scales gave an amazing feeling with each drag and push through Celtic’s hand. A whine sounding from your nostrils.

When Celtic’s hand dragged to the head of your cock, your back arched into him. Celtic stopped, hold almost tightening in reaction.

Warm metal met his palm. He pulled away from your chest and eyed down to where his hand was. This was the first time he’s seen your dick. His brows furrowed, thumb coming up to rub at the metal piece that seemed lodged into the tip of your cock. You gasped and bite at your bottom lip. “Celtic, do-do that again,” you begged and thrusted your hips up to gain more friction.

Celtic wanted to continue after seeing such a lustful reaction from you but the object consumed his attention. “What is this?” he voiced his concerns and glanced up to find your gaze.

Through the haze of your need, you blinked and follow his gaze. It took a moment for you to find your voice. “It’s… it’s a piercing. Meant to enhance pleasure,” you explained, hating the fact he interrupted for a lesson to be learned. You understood the culture differences but fuck, you were painfully throbbing in his hand while he gawked at your piercing.

“Please, Celtic… I can’t take anymore teasing,” you pleaded with a whine and tightening your hold on his tress. You felt the way his body clenched under your hands. A string pulled taunt and ready to be loosened.

Yet, the Yautja wasn’t done. “You said it enhanced pleasure?” he reprised for you, fire burst to life in his eyes. His thumb continuously, slowly playing with the small metal ball poking out from the tip. You mewled again, nails digging into his thick flesh.

All you could give the Yautja was a low ‘yeah’ that went with an exhale. Celtic chuckled and looked at with a cheeky smirk. But, the male didn’t further along his actions. Instead, he hooked his hands on the back of your thighs and scooped you up from the ground. He carried you to his mediocre bed and laid you down.

From a long discussion and proper communication, a bottle of lube sat off to the side. Without any hesitation, Celtic pulled at the knot keeping his shorts on. They fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them before kneeling on the bed.

The bottle of lube was used to coat his length of a thick layer. Any excess was spread around your tight, puckered hole. Your muscles clenched in reaction, body jolting. Celtic started to purr while his thumb teased you. His other hand cupped the back of your knee and pressed it to your chest.

Enough lube was applied and Celtic lined himself up. The pointed head resting against your entrance but the Yautja paused. His blazing eyes picked up to find yours, a silent question floating between the two of you. You smiled and nodded then clutched at the sheets. Steady breaths filling your lung as you steadied your heart for the moment you’ve practiced for last month.

At the first push, you couldn’t help but tense up as your reaction knowing it was wrong. The hand on the underside of your knee began to pet the softer side of your thigh. “Easy, ease up, little ooman. It’ll be alright,” Celtic reassured with a comforting expression.

You took a deep breath through your nostrils then pushed it out your mouth. Once you grew at ease, Celtic continued until the pointed head popped in.

The two of you moaned in succession. You tilted your head back while gripping onto the sheets tighter. The head itself was larger than anything you’ve taken before. You couldn’t help the high pitched whine.

Celtic kept pushing until he met with resistance. Then, he just pulled back until the tip before thrusting back in, a growing with each drive of his thick hips.

When his hips finally met your ass cheeks, the Yautja stopped and slouched over you. Both of his massive hands now held the back of your knees, forcing them to your chest. A position that left you with nothing but to receive whatever the Yautja was willing to give.

A growl sounded from the back of his throat, cock throbbing in your gummy walls. The tight, strong muscles of your puckered hole fluttered around the bass of his dick. He snarled against, hands gripping on tighter in the light of the moment. “I need to move,” he stated rather than a question. You answered with rapid nods of your head, letting Celtic had free range of your body.

The drawback was smooth, fluent, maybe even soft. Celtic drove his hips forward harshly and striking a spot deep in your hole that had you seeing stars. Your cock twitched and leaked precum over your stomach. You cried out and whipped your head back. And that only the start of the brutal pace. You knew it would only take one word for him to stop and that word was locked deep in your throat. You wanted this. Badly.

The stretch, the burn melted into pleasure, filling your veins and melding into your very DNA. His cock reached places that you didn’t even know existed.

Claws dug into the fragile skin of your legs, threatening to break if only a faction more of pressure was added. The pain welcomed while it morphed with the ecstasy freely flowing through you. Your eyes focused through the haze to find the alien face of your lover as he drilled into you. His dick bullied into a hole not designed to take his size. But you made it work.

The small nubs that lined the sides of his neon green cock nearly caught on your ring muscles each drag and push of his hips. The texture had your eyes rolling back into your head.

Celtic released one of his holds on your leg, letting it fall to hook onto his side. That limb was careful to embrace your aching, needy cock and began the opposite brutal pace of his own hips. Each time his hand neared the head, he used his thumb to toe with the metal ball that capped the tip of the piercing. Celtic relished in the feel of your hole clenching.

Stars blazed to life in your vision, blinding you momentarily. The string in the pit of your stomach snapped. You choked on a gasp, mouth dropped down in a silent scream. Your back trying to arch off of the bed but the pressure Celtic had on you refused to relent.

Said Yautja somehow quickened his speed and gave four more rough jerks of his hips. They settled against the swell of your cheeks, flattened against one another. A loud snarled echoed back to the two of you in the small chamber.

You felt a sudden pressure grow just on the inside of your ass and squirmed at the feeling. Through the haze of your post bliss mind, you whined and looked up at Celtic in question. Your pupils were blown wide, consuming almost all the color they held.

He slouched heavily over you, panting and mandibles hanging loose. A tight grip stayed fisted around your softening and twitching cock. His other hand kept your leg pinned, forcing you to stay under him.

“Celtic,” you rasped out, your stretched hole constricting for a moment. Mentioned Yautja groaned, hips jolting forward. Then, he picked up his head and looked upon your blissed out expression. But, as the hunter he was, he found the uncertainty between the lines.

A short hum sounded from him. You swallowed. “Can you… can you pull out? Something feel weird,” you requested within reason. The Yautja tensed and was ready to smack himself silly at the same slip up.

“I can’t,” he answered and bowed his head, partially in shame. Though similar in build and shape, humans and Yautjas had their difference, even to sexual anatomy. You froze, brows furrowing. You trusted him, a lot but this was making you anxious and worry.

“What do you mean ‘you can’t’?” The words were barely above a whisper.

He sighed and sat up, hips slightly pulling away from your body. The strange, large intrusion pulled at your entrance, painfully. You wiggled and dug your free heel into his back. “Stop, stop! Fuck… what is that?”

“My knot.” Your eyes shot wide. Knot. Your soft cock twitched, leaking precum again on your dirtied chest. “It’s for breeding. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention it to you earlier.”

“You guys have a knot?” Celtic nodded shortly. “Fuck me… That’s, it’s. I’m not mad. Far from it but fuck, that,” you trailed off and closed your eyes. “Would’ve loved a heads up but I don’t mind. But, um, how long until you can pull out?”

Relief filled the young blood’s body as he relaxed and leaned down, arms now placed on either side of your head. Every movement was selected and executed carefully to ensure the least amount of discomfort. “Depends. Either a few minutes or a couple of hours. And with the way you’re incredibly tight, nearly locking me in yourself, I’d say it’s on the farther range.”

“But, little mate, don’t fret. I’ve got water and fruit if you got hungry.” He lowered himself onto his elbows. You threw your arms around his neck and drew him lower to you. A loving kiss was placed on each of his upper mandibles.

“Thank you.” He huffed.

“No thanks are needed. All I need is you,” he growled into your ear. Despite knowing this position will kill his shoulders and the small of his back, Celtic stayed exactly there for your comfort. A purr starting deep in his chest as the two of you waited for his knot to soften up enough to pull free.

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faexfilms · 11 months

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Just imagining the first time you saw dilf!Ani…How you almost tripped over your own legs. The dark hair, the dark but fitting clothes that hung to his fit body, the way he laughed at something his bearded friend said. You almost twisted your ankle and spilt the box you were carrying up your new driveway just ogling at him. So many older celebrities you obsessed with before, all those old quarrels you had with the immature and young men in your life seemed to crash down on you. At first, it was just an innocent curiosity of your hot neighbor. Wanting to know what kind of person he was, seeing him park in his driveway and walk into his house wearing old band t-shirts, seeing a few of the different bands he listened to as you conveniently went out to get your mail right when he got home, catching a small little peek as always. And then it was hanging the fairy lights across your porch as the sun retreated into the horizon wearing your tiniest and cutest pair of pajama shorts, struggling ever so slightly as he opened his door, getting ready to head to the store like he always did around 6-7ish on Sunday’s. Gratefully accepting his help to get the lights up higher just out of your reach, bending forwards just enough as you leaned towards the roof of your house, feeling his eyes trail down your back and up your little black shorts.

It never mattered he was at least 10 years your senior. You smiled and giggled over freshly baked goodies, handing them over to a flattered and charismatic Anakin, one that insisted the baked goodies were too much for help with such a simple task. One that caught himself staring at you anytime he had the chance. That thought of you late at night when he lied awake in bed, his cock pulsating in his boxers at even the littlest thought of you.

And when he sees the guy you bring over one night, the one with messy hair that leaves only about an hour afterward as he carried his jacket with him, he can’t help himself. He finds himself offering to help you put together some of the furniture you told him you bought last time you spoke, making eyes at you while he worked in your living room and you laughed at some silly story you were telling him as you set up and organized some of your kitchen. Him only getting one piece done before he found himself behind you, helping you out in the name of taking a break from some heavy lifting. The breath he lets out as he unconsciously gets too close and can’t resist from leaning into you, smelling your sweet little scent around him. Seeing that soft hair in front of him, barely grazing it with his fingertips. The air he trails down the skin of your neck as goosebumps erupts all over your skin.

And fuck, if he isn’t just hard from leaning you slightly over your kitchen counter. The way your ass feels in his hands as he grabs it through another pair of the tiny ass shorts you taunt him with. The way it feels as your tight pussy wraps around his experienced dick as he barely just pulls your shorts down before he rams into you.

He knows it’s wrong. He’s not dumb.

But he can’t even stop and god you don’t want him to…

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2007 Headband Era Ryan Ross x Fem Reader

Warnings: Heavy-ish?? degradation , Choking

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It had been a hard couple of days at the recording studio for Ryan, all the stress to drop a new album piling up on him making him more tense than usual.

He hated everything he was writing and recording. So much so that the band had already scrapped an album they were almost finished with for a new start, but still, nothing was coming together.

As much as you cared about Ryan, you couldn't deny the fact that some sick part of you liked when he was mad. Not because you liked seeing him upset, but because of how rough he would fuck you when he was frustrated.

"Are you sure we have enough time?" You asked hesitantly, your eyes scanning the recording studio before glancing at the closed door. Your fingers fumbling with the buttons of Ryan's shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning it before slipping it off.

"Quit thinking about that. We'll be fine." Ryan mumbled, a slight hint of annoyance and impatience in his voice as his hands ran up your back, underneath your shirt making you shiver.

"Besides, the doors locked anyway." Ryan continued, not giving you time to respond before slipping your shirt off over your head, allowing it to fall to the ground along with his.

His hand trailed up your bare back before reaching your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he yanked it roughly, forcing you to turn your head just enough so he could whisper into your ear.

"Just don't make too much noise and we'll be fine."

His breath was warm against your neck, contrasting the cold studio room making you shudder.

You hadn't seen him this stressed in ages. Maybe it was all the interviews he had lined up for the week, or his inability to come up with lyrics. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. All that mattered to you was helping him relax.

"You want it, don't you?" Ryan mumbled against your neck, pressing a kiss against it before sucking harshly and biting it, his tongue flicking out and running over the bite to soothe it, causing your body tense under his touch.

As Ryan spoke, his hand found its way to yours, guiding your hand to his hardened cock which strained painfully against the zipper of his pants, allowing you to feel how hard he was.

You let out a shaky exhale of approval, your hand lightly palming his erection mindlessly, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. "Tell me you fucking need it. Beg for me to fuck you."

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried your best not to let out a needy moan at his words. "Fuck, Ryan.. Please. I need it, so fucking bad." You begged pathetically, your hands weaving through his wavy brown hair, tugging on it gently.

You knew better than to pull too hard, last time you had made that mistake he fucked you so hard you weren't able to walk straight for days.

"You're such a needy little slut for me aren't you?" Ryan mumbled. His hand released yours before hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your skirt, tugging at it before sliding it off, allowing it to fall to your ankles. "Begging for me to fill you with my cock."

His mouth returned to your neck, placing more kisses and marks along your collarbone, causing you to involuntarily pull on his hair harder, making him groan.

"Fuck. I cant wait any longer." Ryan growled, allowing his hand to slide into your underwear. His fingertips lightly ran up and down over your swollen clit, teasing you. The movements smooth and slick thanks to how wet you where for him.

"Ryan.." You gasped, your voice cracking from desperation, a shaky, pathetic moan escaping your lips as your fingers dug into his scalp, resisting the urge to yank on his hair. "please.."

"Please? Really? Is that all you have to say?" Ryan teased, his lips hovering over your neck as he whispered. His hand removed itself from your underwear, moving to your hip as he squeezed it hardly, his fingernails leaving indents in your skin.

"I know you can do batter than that." He continued, licking your neck before trailing open mouthed kisses down it to your collar bone. His grip tightened on your hip as his other hand untangled itself from your now messy hair, moving to your hips and gripping them firmly.

Your head tilted back slightly, giving Ryan more access to your full neck. Soft, quiet moans escaped your lips as your hips grinded into his, making him groan.

"Such a good little slut for me." Ryan murmured quietly under his breath, almost as if he was talking to himself.

Before you could respond with another quiet moan, you felt his hands push up back, guiding you by your hips.

Your back hit the table, Ryan's hands releasing your hips as he moved them to the back of your thighs, giving them a light tap, signaling for you to sit on the table, his hands helping you onto it carefully.

"Are you sure we won't get caught? I mean-"

Before you could finish your sentence you felt his teeth sink into your neck once again, causing you to gasp, yanking his hair.

"I already fucking told you, we'll be fine as long as you just shut up." Ryan grumbled through his teeth, his voice filled with impatience and eagerness. The pleasure and pain from you pulling his hair making him groan.

"Just," Ryan paused, his fingers hooking underneath the waist band of your underwear, tugging at them before pulling them down, sliding them down your legs, allowing them to fall to the ground.

"Just be a good girl for me and don't make too much noise, okay?" Ryan continued, his hand moving up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it lightly as his thumb ran over the hickeys he had left behind.

You swallowed thickly, giving Ryan a slight nod as your grip on his hair loosened.

"Yeah, alright." You mumbled, trying your best not to squirm under his touch.

With a hum of approval, Ryan released his gentle grip on your neck, allowing his hand to slide down your body slowly, his hand finding its way back down to your wetness.

"Please hurry." Your hips bucked forward against Ryan's hand, desperate for his touch. "I can't wait any longer." You pleaded, your legs instinctively wrapping around Ryan's waist.

"So needy." Ryan teased, his thumb starting to rub loose circles around your clit, causing you to whimper softly, your hips jerking upwards as he teased you.

Without warning, Ryan pulled his hand away again, leaving you panting.

"Fuck! Ryan-" You began to protest, before you stopped yourself, not wanting to upset him further.

Your reaction caused Ryan to let out a shaky laugh, his hands moving to the buttons of his pants, his fingers fumbling to unbutton them before hurriedly sliding them down to his knees along with his underwear, not bothering to take them off fully.

"Look at you," He whispered, beads of precum coating the tip of his cock. "begging for my cock, like a dirty little whore." He continued, his hands reaching behind you and unclasping your bra before tugging it off, tossing it across the room not caring where it ended up.

"But you're my dirty little whore, aren't you?" He added, his hand returning to your cunt, his middle and ring finger rubbing your clit in medium paced circles, causing your hips to buck forward.

"Fuck!" You whined, your hands moving to the edge of the table, gripping it firmly as you resisted the urge to jerk your hips forward again.

"You're already so wet, aren't you? Like you've been waiting for this all day." Ryan murmured against your neck, his free hand moving to your cunt as well, his middle finger rubbing circles around your entrance all while continuing to run your swollen clit.

Your hands released the table and returned to his hair, pulling lightly as you bit your lip, suppressing a needy moan.

"But you haven't though, have you? You've been waiting for me to fuck you for days now." He hissed, not giving you time to reply before his finger slipped inside you fully, moving in and out slowly, mimicking the action fucking.

You let out a sharp gasp that turned into a desperate moan, his fingers working faster on your clit. "Ryan-"

"You're so loud aren't you? Surprised they haven't caught us yet..." He growled, cutting you off before biting your neck, his fingers maintaining a steady pace. "Bet you'd want that it huh? Want them to see how much of a needy slut you are for me." He finished, removing his finger from your cunt causing you to groan in disappointment.

"Too bad, we can't have that. I have a reputation that can't be tainted by a whore like you." He teased, his hand moving up to his forehead, his fingers slipping underneath his headband as he slipped it off, balling it in his hand.

"Open.." He mumbled, his other hand moving to your jaw, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

With a timid nod you parted your lips slightly, looking up at him, your eyes meeting his for a split second.

Carefully, Ryan brought his other hand to your mouth, forcing the fabric of his headband in as he held onto your jaw firmly with his other.

"Good girl." He praised, his hand releasing your jaw as both of them moved back down to your hips, gripping them firmly.

With a shaky hand, Ryan's right hand moved down to his cock, running his thumb over the tip, precum leaking from it.

As you watched Ryan stroke his cock a few times, as if preparing it, your legs tightened around his waist, urging him to continue.

With a shaky breath, Ryan guided his cock to your cunt, the tip rubbing up and down your clit causing you to moan into the makeshift headband gag, your hands pulling on his hair roughly causing him to groan.

"Fuck, I could cum just from this." Ryan groaned, his lips grazing your neck.

As much as Ryan enjoyed seeing you writhe in desperation under him, and as much as he enjoyed teasing you, he couldn't hold back much longer.

With a shaky inhale Ryan guided his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in inch my inch till he filled you fully, a groan escaping his lips.

Your hips arched into his, pulling him closer as you tightened your legs around his waist, moaning loudly into the fabric.

"So fucking tight for me, what a good slut." Ryan groaned against your neck, allowing you time to adjust to his size before he began rocking his hips, his cock sliding into you in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Ryan, please." At least, thats what you tried to say; what came out was more of a muffled whimper than a sentence. But nonetheless, Ryan somehow managed to understand.

"Don't fucking say my name, slut." Ryan growled, his thrusts slow and shallow as he started to properly fuck you on the recording studio table.

"Just take it, be a good little whore and take my cock like the dirty little bitch you are." Ryan hissed, his hand moving back to your cunt, his thrusts quickening as his thumb rubbed circles on and around your clit.

With a sharp inhale you nodded, moaning again into the fabric in your mouth, his finger on your clit and his cock thrusting in and out of you making your mind go blank.

Ryan's free hand moved from your hip to your throat swiftly, his thumb tilting your head back as he squeezed your throat, cutting off air to your lungs but not enough to make you pass out, just enough to make you focus on the pleasure he was providing.

"Don't even fucking think about cumming until I tell you to." Ryan growled, his head moving back from your neck to admire the work he was doing on your cunt, his voice filled with lust and desperation.

"You want me to fuck you harder don't you? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?" Ryan confirmed, his hips picking up the pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last

His voice grew slightly louder, groaning with each thrust. "Bet you want to come, don't you?" He teased, as if reading your mind, his thumb working faster on your clit, maintaining the pace of his thrusts.

"Cum for me, fucking whore." Ryan groaned, maintaining his pace as he held back his orgasm, desperately wanting you to cum first.

As badly as you wanted this to continue, your release was inevitable, threatening to crash over you any second, and with Ryan's spoken permission you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.

With a shaky muffled moan, your body tensed under his, your hands tangled in his hair as you pulled it roughly, your orgasm hitting you hard as your hips bucked against his.

Ryan's hand squeezed your throat harder, his thrusts growing more erratic, his hips bucking desperately as his orgasm hit him, causing it to let out a groan mixed with a gasp, his warm cum filling you, his hand releasing your neck as his body twitched.

"Fuck..." Ryan whimpered, his voice shaky and his legs close to giving out. With a shaky breath, Ryan's hand lightly gripped your jaw, urging it further open as his other hand moved to your mouth, removing the headband before tossing it onto the table, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leaned in and kissed your neck, still buried inside you.

After a moment of silence, Ryan pulled back before pressing a light kiss against your forehead. "I'm sorry baby. I love you." He mumbled against your forehead, his breathing slowling down.

"I love you too."

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