#anon reveal yourself i'm begging you

[i-like-her-like-that]

I don’t know there’s something about you just just screams “I kiss girls shameless” to me.

HELP WHO SENT THIS ????

Maybe I do kiss girls shameless.

What of it ?

[fayes-fics]

Absolution

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: After an argument, Benedict seeks forgiveness.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Sub!Benedict, domme!reader, established relationship. Strip tease, slight begging, praise, massage, sexual tension.

Word Count: 2.0k

Authors Note: Anon request fill from HERE, where sub!Benedict begs reader to let him touch her. I'm not sure this is begging enough for you, Nonny, but it's what my muse chose - and after being unable to write for 2 months, I went with it. I hope that's okay. Unbetaed, cos if I ask someone to read this, I will chicken out of posting it. Errr, enjoy?

You feel as much as you see him—a hovering, hesitant presence in the doorway.

“May I… join you?” 

His request is sotto voce, tinged with a gauzy hope that pulls your attention, eyes flicking to his reflection in the mottled glass of your vanity table mirror.

“You are not yet forgiven….” 

Your response is a touch sharp, perhaps, as you restart your motions, untangling your hair with an ornate silver brush, the bitter edge of your dispute still ringing in your ears, even now, hours later. Yet there’s a metallic taste of victory on the tip of your tongue that he is the one attempting to broker the peace between you. 

“Understood.” 

Benedict nods, stepping fully into the bedroom now, the door clicking closed behind him as he continues talking. 

“Perhaps I may find another way to apologise?” 

He bows his head, lacing his fingers together loosely in front of him as he looks upon you through his lashes—a gentle, reproachful demeanour that softens the sharper edges of your irritation. After a beat, you twist around and stand up, moving towards him, the silk of your night robe a balm on your flushed skin, your body reacting to him in this room as it always does, despite what has transpired, something very Pavlovian about it. His light eyes seem to dance with the reflective candlelight from the nearby sconce as you stop just beyond touching distance.

“What are you proposing?” 

You don't miss the way his gaze is drawn to the pull of fabric taut over the swell of your breast as you cross your arms, perhaps still a shade defensive.

“I seek absolution…” 

His words are a sighed exhale, eyes pleading. You know precisely what he is referring to—that power dynamic play that neither of you can resist. And sure enough, a twitch of a smile ghosts over your lips in spite of yourself.

“And will you do as I tell you?” 

You don't mean your voice to be quite so throaty, but the rapid dilation of his pupils and the jump of the vein in his neck speaks volumes.

“I will do anything for you…” His murmur draws attention to his pink, damp, plush, distracting bottom lip as if he has bitten it for your delectation. “My Lady.” It’s a goading, blatant addition, an invitation you are powerless to turn down, especially when he looks at you like that, all large pupils and quivering lip.

“Strip for me,” you command, a surge of want in your veins as his lip quirks up, his hands flying to his buttons instinctively. 

You watch greedily as he fights off the cropped jacket, and his dextrous fingers start to pluck at the pearl buttons upon his paisley silk waistcoat. He is always so exquisitely wrapped in jewel-toned fabrics that it seems nearly a shame to ask him to remove them. As both items fall to the thick rug with an audible thump, you take a step to the side and sit in a comfortable chair in the corner of your bedchamber. You cross your legs, enjoying the bob of his Adam's apple as your legs are revealed through the parting of your robe. He has probably correctly guessed you are naked underneath; a keen flare of his nostrils as you sit back to get comfortable, gesturing for him to continue. 

You lick your lips reflexively as you watch his elegant hands unwind his soft gold cravat, the candlelight catching the signet ring upon his little finger as he throws it to the floor and takes a step towards you, a nascent trace of that troublesome smirk toying at the corner of his lips.

“All of it, Benedict,” you warn, taking the upper hand as he seems to be advancing upon you still in his boots, shirt and trousers. 

He stops short when he is a couple of paces away, close enough you can scent his cologne but too far to touch—perhaps an intentional tease. He will sometimes push up against your boundaries, that cheeky nature flaring under those beseeching, wanton looks. He follows your command, though, your skin flushing as he obediently pulls off his boots and tosses them aside haphazardly.

He takes another half-step forward, watching your eyes tracking the movement of his hands as he pushes down his braces, bouncing once on the outside of his upper thigh as they fall. Subconsciously, you squeeze your thighs together, tamping down the pulse of arousal, the sensual tension between you already heady and delicious, thick in the air, despite so many crossed words earlier.

“May I touch you, My Lady?” 

His soft, yielding tone makes a thrill prickle across your scalp, but your tongue is still sharp with a barb.

“Earn it.”

His eyes flash at your challenge, and there is a flutter behind your ribs—you are as under his thrall now as he is yours. 

And then he does something that makes your body surge with want. He suddenly buckles to his knees before you, looking up at you imploringly again through those long lashes.

“How may I earn it, My Lady?” 

His ask is tender even as he makes short work of the buttons of his frilled shirt, kneeling temptingly beyond your kneecaps.

“I am still awaiting your fulfilment of my last command…” Your response is accompanied by a raised eyebrow, emphasising your point. Benedict is indeed still in shirt and trousers, although the shirt now hands lose from his broad shoulders, framing that lithe, toned torso.

“And once I am naked, what then, My Lady?” 

“Patience, my love…”

Your tone is portentous, but you don't miss how something warm melts in his expressive eyes at the term of affection. His shirt sails down onto the rug, his movements carrying more urgency than before, keen to here your subsequent plans for him, no doubt. 

With him still upon his knees, your breath quickens as he reaches for the buttons of his trousers, knowing as you do what lies beneath. Indeed as the front falls away, you are unsurprised to see he is without underwear as usual, a thatch of dark hair teasing before his cock springs free before you, you canting yourself forward slightly to see.

As he pushes the trousers down around his bent knees, you see the little half smile, noticing your lean-in, your eager stance to see him nude as requested—the flash of that playful nature, which makes his obedience so much more delicious. Your eyes focus upon the constellation of freckles upon his left shoulder as he does, temporarily transfixed by the play of muscle under his skin as he fights off his trousers the rest of the way while still on his knees. His triumphant huff and hurling aside of the item snaps you back from your short reverie, and indeed, what a sight it is to behold. A beautiful, toned, naked man before you on his knees, raptly awaiting your next word, his smooth chest rising and falling a little with shortened breaths of anticipation.

“My lady…” he prompts, but there is a trace of prideful preening, knowing he has you captivated, your legs uncrossing reflexively as you lean in further, your eyes drinking in the sight before you, his gaze falling briefly to your lap, hoping for a glance under your ribe.

“You may touch my feet, my love,” you offer, and you let out a ragged sigh as those large hands cup your arch and a thumb presses into a sensitive spot that makes you collapse back, putty in his hands already. 

“Thank you, my lady; I hope I can soothe you…”

His light whisper falls onto your skin like feathers, your eyelids fluttering shut as his hands work their magic upon your feet. Indeed, you have been promenading today and his assured touch seems the perfect salve to the ache of miles walked. Tension drains through the soles of your feet as he works. 

Before you know it, his hands have moved up, and you do not protest as he starts to massage your ankles and the lower part of your calves. Your whole leg becomes less stiff, your eyes still closed, breathe deep and even until he makes a sharp inhale that has your eyelids flying apart.

In your relaxed state your thighs have parted, and your robe following suit. His heated gaze is upon the thatch of hair at the apex of your thighs, not yet open enough to betray how aroused you truly are.

“You may not touch.”

It's a clipped statement, an attempt to wrestle control when he had you compliant under his touch. A slight pout claims his handsome face as if hoping a puppy dog expression will make you yield.

“You are the most beautiful creature, please, please, My Lady…”

“Not yet,” you modify, his adulation weakening your resolve a touch.

He massages your left calf muscle, placing your foot upon the warm fuzz of his bent quad muscle, feeling the warmth emanating from his nearby cock, a temptation you resist moving your foot to brush against. But you can no longer tamp down the need to moan gently as your body responds to his expert touch. It makes his fingers dig into your flesh temporarily, and you hear him take a steadying breath, knowing he is fighting his desire to pick you up and take you to the bed—a desire raging just as brightly in you.

And so, as if catharsis for your earlier argument, you tease him more. Begin to writhe slightly in your seat, an undulation that inches your foot higher on his thigh, your toes curling into his flesh there as your noises become less restrained, his touch heavier, still soothing but with an undercurrent of urgency that speaks of pent-up passion. You can almost feel the increase in his heartbeat, the blood thrumming through his body, his cock no doubt leaking even though you dare not glance at it—too tempting a prospect, wanting to elongate this tease, this foreboding simmering between you ratcheting up the tension between you.

“You are heaven itself, My Lady, I live to bring you succour….”

There is nothing like his lilting, wanton poetic praise. When his hands round your kneecaps, you let him continue higher, dextrous hands cupping your lower thigh and squeezing the tension from your muscles there. His breath is laboured as the movement parts your legs, and he can see what he has wrought, a glistening warmth you can feel deliciously as the cooler air swirls between your now parted thighs.

“Please, My Lady…. Please let me touch you there…”

His tone is broken now, fawning words tumbling from him between deep breaths as if scenting you, his whole body tilted over your lower half, looking up at you from your lap, supplicant arousal humming in his being, feeling the heat of his cock against your toenails as he leans in.

“Undress me.” your voice a breathy whisper.

The tiny noise of victory he makes has your heart skipping a beat as his fingers instantly fly to the sash, holding your robe cinched at your waist. Watching him work through a hooded gaze and a fluttering chest as he unloops the knot and then, as if unwrapping the most precious gift, parts the material from around your body, pulling it down from around your shoulders until you are as naked as him.

“My Lady…..”

It's a stuttering, wrecked sigh, trembling hands ghosting over the quivering of your stomach, your ribs—not touching without permission, but still making your pulse race, your skin tingle. And you hunger for him like nothing else, uncaring of the disagreement you had earlier, irritation and pride usurped by the burning need you have for him as much as he has for you.

And so you relent.

“You may touch me anywhere, my love.”

Your greenlight has him almost howling, and before you know it, you are scooped up from the chair and carried to the bed, his body flexing deliciously against yours, your lips meeting in a hungry, inelegant kiss, tongues tangling. Words of apology will come later—after your bodies have what they crave.

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[improbable-outset]

you're panties were absolutely soaked.

your cunt was just *so* sensitive ever since you had new resident in your womb.

you felt francis grind up against your pussy, causing your panties to soak even more.

"f-francis- i-" you could barely speak as your desires took over you. you needed to be filled up. again and again. he had no issue with that.

he pulled down your panties to reveal your cunt. just as gorgeous and glistening as it was those 7 months ago when he knocked you up.

he needed to be inside you.

he unbuttoned his work pants to reveal his cock, already hard and leaking.

"just seeing you full of my child is enough to get me hard" he said, breath hot against your face, the tip of his cock gracing the lips of your soaked pussy.

"francis-- please fuck me," you begged, with something that almost sounded like pain in your voice.

"anything for you, my love"

he roughly thrusted his cock into your hole, obnoxious squelching sounds being made in the processes, skin slapping skin as he pounded into like his life depended on it.

he was so big, your insides hurt from the stretch of him. but it was a good type of hurt.

all of a sudden, he swapped positions with you. suddenly you were on top of him, riding him.

"francis?" you moaned as he guided your plump body to bounce on his cock. a ring of white liquid formed at the base of his cock. you felt so good. you were close. and so was he.

you keep bouncing on him, your ass slapping his thighs in the process so loudly you're positive you woke up your entire apartment complex with the obscene noises.

"baby, i'm close," he groans quietly.

"i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum inside you again. i'm *only* ever gonna come inside you,"

you couldn't process his words before you felt yourself being filled up with his milk.

he knew you weren't satisfied completely. he flipped you on your back one last time before spreading your legs. revealing your cum soaked cunt to the world. he licked his lips.

you whined "francis..."

"i know baby, i know"

he started with kitten licks, slowly rubbing around your clit. a taste he was addicted to.

you felt a knot in your stomach form, a knot getting tighter and tighter as he began to swirl his tongue inside of you.

he could tell you were close. you were more slick, and a lot saltier than usual.

he grabbed one of your heavy breasts and gave it a squeeze, milk coming out of it.

"come for me, baby girl."

-💜anon

OMG ANON

FEEDING US SO WELL

[samandcolbyownme]

TRIGGER WARNING: This one shot will contain mentions of a knife. If you are at all uncomfortable with that type of thing - PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER!

Summary: Anon request - "Jake smut with knife kink????"

Warnings: SMUT18+, KNIFE PLAY!, strong language, teasing, hair pulling, scratching, biting, dirty pet names, unprotected sex, begging, praising, use of a knife during sex, maybe some breeding kink, filth.

Word count: 3.9k | not edited

I will going off the 'trying every fast food fried chicken sandwich' video on Johnnie's channel, but I will be adding some stuff to make you fit into the story - but I did shorten it a lot to not make it as long. Enjoy !

You sat in the chair behind the camera as Jake and Johnnie prepared to start recording. You and Jake had plans to hang out, but he totally forgot he already had a date with Johnnie to rate chicken on a scale of one through five.

"Have you ever wanted a chicken sandwich-"Jake cuts Johnnie off, "yeah." Johnnie continues, "well now you can-"

Jake stares into the cameras trying not to laugh, "yes."

"Well today -"

Jake interrupts him again, " yep."

Johnnie says nothing else as he leans over and grabs, what looks to be the handle of a knife. You and Jake both stare at him as he struggles to open it. You watch as Jake closes his mouth and reaches over to take it from Johnnie's grasp.

In one swift flick, the silver blade pops through, revealing its sharpness. Johnnie raises his hands, "Okay. Okay. Take it easy."

You felt relieved that Jake was staring at Johnie while holding it because that gave you time to get your cheeks back to a normal color. That was one of the hottest things you've seen Jake do, even if it was just as simple as him opening that knife.

It still got your mind going and blood pumping a mile a minute.

Jake glances at you as he sets the open knife on the table and you smile at him, sitting up as he looks away because a nasty and dangerous, yet super sexy thought, sneaks its way into your mind.

You don't even know how Jake would react to what you just thought of, but you knew that you weren't going to stop thinking about it until you got an answer from him.

You pull yourself from your thoughts and wind up listening to a very strange, yet normal Jake and Johnnie, comment, "..and and we're gonna be putting lots of meat in our mouth and we're-"

Your weird look turns into quiet laughter behind your hand as you watch Jake's face change quickly into a caught off guard confused stare.

He blinks a few times and looks at you and just shakes his head as Johnnie continues to ramble on. Then, the conversation turns into dissecting frogs before Johnnie says something about his merch.

"I'm proud to be an Americas favorite lady.." Johnnie sings and you just stare, thinking about why you agreed to sit in on this when you knew it was going to be hard to be quiet.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Alright, the first one we're trying is- mm-blah- uh- fuck." Johnnie looks down and Jake points to him, "Ha. You stuttered this time. Ha, ha."

You watch as Jonnie stares at the table for a few seconds in silence before he reaches for the knife again, and your eyes instantly move to Jake.

Jake watches as Johnnie struggles again and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as Jake reaches over, waiting to watch his thumb slide up to open it once again.

"It's got a child lock on it." Jonnie says right before Jake takes it from him, popping the blade out of the top.

You don't know why, but you are so turned on by Jake opening the knife. You thought the first time was bad, but the more he does it, the more you feel like you can't breathe.

Jake closes the knife and hands it back to Johnnie, watching as he finally figures out how to open it. Jake raises his hand as he laughs, "Okay, okay. Now I'm scared."

Jake glances over at you and back to Johnnie, "Now I'm scared."

"Who stuttered what?" Johnnie asks in a funny voice and you can't help but laugh.

"Let me see that." Jake says and your eyes snap back to his hand that's reaching out for it, "Let me see that."

"Wait wait wait." Johnnie says and Jake drops his hand, "Come on. It's not a toy."

"Well it's real, it's dangerous, and illegal." Johnnie says and that just fuels the fire.

You watch as Jake takes the knife, laughing as he sets it down. You look up, eyes meeting his as he sets it down and you tilt your head with a smile.

He squints his eyes, picking up that there's something going on with you and you cross your leg over the other as you lean back against the wall.

He smirks slightly before going back to doing the video.

Every time Jake laughs, you smile because it's like you fall in love with him all over again, even the weird comments, you can't help but love him more.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You have your head resting on the wall, watching Jake do his reviews when all of a sudden your eyes go wide and your hand slaps over your mouth.

Jake looks at you, tilting his head before looking over his shoulder.

"Hello!" Johnnie, or as you call it, his alter ego, Timmy yells. Jake's eyes go wide and he snaps his head back to you, "Oh.. my god."

Jake covers his mouth as Johnnie walks up, grabbing the sandwich, "Chicken sandwiiiiich." He screams as he clings to it for dear life.

Jake's hand is still over his mouth, "Oh my god. No way."

Johnnie continues to scream before taking an obnoxiously loud bite. Your hand slowly moves off of your mouth as you try to contain in the laughter.

You were super turned on, ready for this video to be done, but now thanks to Timmy, you were no longer focused on Jake dragging a knife across your neck.

"Holy shit." Jake lays a hand on his chest and drags it down to drop it into his lap as Johnnie slowly walks up to him, "If I just sit still, he won't know I'm here."

Your eyes flick back and forth from him to Johnnie, "oh my god. This isn't real." You whisper into your hand, "Holy fuck."

It's quiet, all but the sound of Johnnie eating as he walks up to Jake. Jake's eyes are on you, fighting to not look at Johnnie.

Johnnie leans down, "Want eat?"

Jake laughs, "No." he turns his head to look at Johnnie, "Get back." Johnnie moves back and yells something that's muffled by the food in his mouth before touchdown slamming the sandwich onto the floor.

Jake's mouth drops as he leans over, looking at you for help. You shrug, "I don't know what you want me to do. We just have to.. wait it out."

Johnnie leaves the room and you sit there staring at Jake, "What the fuck was that?" You watch as his fingers drag on the table against the knife and he looks up at you, "I'm going to stab him."

You laugh slightly, "Oh my g- Jake. No you're not going to stab him. He can't help it." You hold back your laughter as Johnnie walks back into the room.

And that feeling you had before returns, all it took was for him to touch the knife.

"Anyways." Johnnie says walking back into the room, like nothing even happened.

Which makes it a lot funnier.

You lean back against the wall, falling back into your thoughts after Johnnie's little Timmy outburst.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Johnnie picks up a hammer, holding it up and Jake quickly picks up the knife, giving you a quick glance. 

You bite down on your lip, watching as he brings it up and opens it with no trouble.

You wanted him. And you wanted him to play with it, press it up against your neck.

Drag it down your body.

You wanted him to tease you with it.

Do whatever he wanted to you with it.

You never thought you'd bring a knife into sexual pleasure, but hey. Things can change, right?

A short time later, they wrap up the video and Jake stands up, "I hope you know you're cleaning this up yourself."

"What? Why?" Johnnie groans with a laugh, "No, don't answer that. I had an outburst didn't I?" He hangs his head and sighs loudly.

"I swear to god you're schizophrenic." Jake shakes his head and turns to face you, "Ready to hang out?" You nod, "Yeah, but first.." you lean around him and grab the knife off the table, "Close this for me."

He gives you a confused look but complies, taking the knife from your hand, closing it with ease, "Can I as-"

You cut him off, "Not here."

He tilts his head, "You're being weird."

You roll your eyes, "If anyone's weird here it's-"

Johnnie lets out a random scream and Jake spins you around, "Let's get out of here before he sees us." He pushes you forward and you walk out laughing.

Jake lays his arm over your shoulder, "So are you going to tell me what's brewin' in that noggin of yours.. or do I have to guess?"

You bite your lip, resting your head back onto his arm, "I mean, you can guess."

"Does it involve sexy time?" He wiggles his brows and you laugh, "that's not a guess, but yes, babe."

He pushes open his door and walks you in, turning around to close it.

"Okay. I'm just.." you sigh, looking up at him, "I'm just going to say it because it's a pretty.. wild request."

He holds up the closed knife in his hand, "It doesn't have anything to do with this.." he dangles the knife in his fingers, "..does it?"

You bite your lip, locking your hands together behind your back, "I told you it was a wild request."

He purses his lips together, eyes moving to the object in his hand, "You.." he laughs slightly, looking back to you, "You want me.." he points to the knife, "To do.. what exactly?"

"I'm not asking you to stab me, Jake. Just.." you walk up and take the knife from his hand. You try to get it open, "there really is a child lock on this isn't there."

Jake smirks and takes the knife from your hand, holding it up between your bodies and he flicks it open.

Your eyebrows raise and you bite your lip, "Uh huh." You nod, "You are so hot when you do that."

He smirks, looking away and back to you with a smile, "Oh shucks." He raises his shoulders and tilts his head all cute.

You move closer to him, wrapping your hand around his wrist, "I just.." your eyes move from the knife in his hand, up to his eyes, "I want you to, I don't know, intimidate me with it.. tease me with it."

"Isn't.. this a little bit dangerous?" He stares down at you and you shrug with a slight smile, "I mean, yes it's dangerous." You grab his shirt and move closer to him, "But that's what makes it fun right?"

A smirk toys with his lips as he brushes hair from your face, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. I trust you." You tilt your head back, "We don't have to if-"

The sudden gentle graze of the blade across your cheek shuts you up instantly.

Jake's eyes bounce from your eyes to the knife resting on your cheek, "You know.. you have such an angel face." He bites his bottom lip, "But these thoughts you have, baby.. they're the devils thoughts."

He bends down, quickly lifting you up. Your legs circle his waist and you look down at him, "Only for you, baby."

He smirks, "I sure hope so."

He walks you over to his bed, moving his hand with the knife before letting you fall backwards onto the bed, "What do you want me to do?"

You lean up onto your elbows, "You're holding the knife, babe. You're in control."

"Oh shit. Okay." He laughs slightly and twirls it in his fingers, "if I see blood." He points the blade towards you, "I'm stopping."

"Deal." You smile and lay back, watching as he moves in between your knees after taking off his shirt. He drops his hand, dragging the point of the blade gently down your fishnet covered thigh.

He reaches up to undo your jean shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs until they're off and dropped to the floor.

You watch as he picks up the knife, slipping the sharp side of the blade against each thin piece of fishnet, cutting all the way up to your hip.

He moves to the other side, "I hope you didn't like these."

"I have more." You glance up at him, biting your lip as you feel the loose fabric sliding off your legs. He moves up, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

"How do you-" you reach over, pulling his hand with the knife over, "Just.. like. This." You lay the blade against your neck, "Just enough pressure for me to feel it."

"You're fucking crazy." He smirks and you tilt your head back, "You love it."

"I love you." He pulls the knife away, crashing his lips into yours. Your lips move in sync as his hand slips under your shirt, a small moan slipping from your lips as his fingers twist and pull at your nipple.

"Please don't tease." You whimper out.

He sits up and pushes your shirt up. He reaches over picking up the knife and dragging it down your torso, "I thought that's what you wanted?"

You fight back a smirk, knowing he's right, "Mhm."

He smirks, slipping it into the thick band of the fishnets, "Thought so."

With a swift swipe up, the band splits. He finishes cutting the fishnets and pushes the loose pieces away.

He spreads your legs more and you bite your lip as you feel the blade rest against your clothed pussy. Your eyes lock onto his and he drags it down, "Jake.."

Your words are barely audible, "P-please."

Your adrenaline was pumping. Any second that blade could puncture your skin, but the amount of trust you have for Jake, especially when it comes to you, make it even better.

"Please what, baby?" He drags the knife gently down the inside of your thigh, "Where do you want it?"

"Anywhere.." You breathe out, "I just.." you whimper as he presses the flat side against your clit, tapping a few times. He tilts his head, continuing to tap, "You just what, baby?"

"I need you." You move your hips slightly, "Please."

He leans down, kissing up your torso, "Fine." He rolls over, sitting his back against the headboard, "But you're ridin'."

You sit up, slipping your shirt up over your head, "okay." You smirk at him, kicking off the torn fishnets before moving up to straddle him.

He reaches behind you, making sure to gently drag the blade down your spine. You arch your back slowly, pushing your chest out and he kisses in between your boobs.

"You are so fucking hot." His other hand moves to grip your ass, squeezing before sliding it around to pull the band of your panties outward.

He drags the knife over your hip before slicing the band of your panties. You watch as he moves to the other side, cutting it and letting it fall between your legs.

He looks your body up and down and slides his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck before pulling you in for a kiss.

Your hands move to the sides of his neck as you grind down on him, earning a low groan.

Your hands slide down, undoing his jeans before moving off of him so he can kick them off. He moves his boxers down and pulls you back over, "I hope you know, I love watching you ride me."

He spits into his hand, moving it down to rub the outside of your pussy. You moan, gripping his shoulders as his fingers move to rub circles on your clit, "Fuck."

He moves his hand to hold his cock steady, "go ahead babe."

You let out a loud moan, clenching around him as you sink down onto him. Your moan is cut short by a gasp from the knife against your neck.

"Why didn't I think of this?" Jake groans as you slowly move up and down, "This is fucking.." he groans, eyes gawking at the knife pressing against your skin, "Do you like it?"

You moan out, "Yes, yes."

"Tell me what you like, babe." Jake moves his hips upward and you sigh, "I love how you hold this knife against my skin."

"You look so fucking hot." He drags the knife down your neck and over your boob. He moves with your motions, pressing it a little harder into your skin.

You let out an excited whimper as you dig your nails into his shoulders, biting your lip as you roll your hips into his, "Jake.." you moan out, "You feel so good." 

He tilts his head back and you act quick, taking the knife from his hand and pressing it against his neck. His eyes widen slightly as his hands move to grip both of  your hips, "Fuck." He swallows, keeping his jaw up, "You're such a demon." 

You giggle slightly, a moan following quick as you sink all the way down, letting his cock rest inside of you, "You're so hot." You lean in, pressing your lips to his as you gently drag the knife down his skin. You replace the blade with your lips, sucks a mark into his skin which earns a low groan from his lips. 

He slides his hands up to the front of your shoulders, pushing you back as he leans forward. He pins your wrist down by your head before he starts thrusting into you, "Fucking shit." 

You arch your back, moaning loudly as your legs tighten over his thighs, "J-Jake." You gasp, "So c-close." 

He slips his hand up, taking the knife back into his possession. He leans down, holding up his weight on his forearm as he drags the knife down the side of your torso, "Cum for me." 

Your breathing shutters as the knife grazes over your skin. Your eyes roll back as you tilt your head back, whining loudly as he kisses down your neck, biting and nipping at your skin. He proceeded to give you a matching hicky, groaning lowly as he feels you tense around him. 

You let out a loud moan, digging your nails into his back as you cum. His thrusts slow down as he guides you through your high and then come to a stop, "Hands and knees baby." 

Jake pulls out, sitting all the way up to watch you lazily roll over. He lays a hand on your hip, biting his lip as his eyes gaze down to your soaked pussy on display, "You're so fucking wet." He brings the knife up, dragging it down over your ass and tapping it gently against your pussy. 

You gasp, trying not to move. Your fingers ball up the comforter underneath you, whimpering as you grow more impatient for him to be inside of you again.

"Please.. you whimper out, "Jake.." your words are breathless and Jake loves it. 

"Please what?" He moves the knife up, dragging it down over your other cheek. 

You sigh, "I need you." 

He rises up to lean down, pressing his lips against your shoulder, "I want to cum in you so bad. Fill you up completely." He groans at his own words, "Fuck, you would look so sexy pregnant." 

Jake has never said anything like that before. You guys were always careful, you didn't think he was thinking about anything like that. 

"W-what?" You ask, making sure you heard him correctly. 

"You heard me." He leans up, dragging the knife down your spine as he moves his hips to rub the tip of his cock against your pussy, "Would you like that?" 

You push your hips back, biting your lip as you try and think, but your mind is so scrambled right now, "I-I-" you gasp as he thrusts into you, knife pressing into your skin, "Yes." 

"Yes what, y/n?" Jake reaches up, gathering your loose hair into his hand, "want me to cum in that pretty pussy of yours?" 

You nod against the hold he has on your hair, letting out a whine when he pulls harder, "Fuck, yes. Yes. Yes!" 

Jake bites his lip harder as he starts thrusting, groaning as he watches you push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

He drops the knife, moving his now free hand to grip your ass, "That's it."

He lets go of your hair, moving it back to lay on your hip, fingertips digging hard into your skin, “Fuck, I’m so fucking close baby.”

You moan in response, moving your hips up and down repeatedly until he grabs them, pulling you fully down onto him as he pushes all the way in.

You squeeze his cock, moaning as you feel him coating the inside of your pussy white.

“Fuck.” He sighs, “That was surprisingly fun.”

You laugh as you lay down on his bed, “It was.” You look back at him, watching as he picks the knife up to close it.

“Open it, again.” You bite your lip as you watch him smirk, switching the blade open, “Wanna see me do it again?” He jokes, but you nod, “I could watch you do it all day.”

“Really?” He asks with a laugh, “What’s so hot about it?”

You sit up, “Just you.. and that knife.. it just.. gets me going.” He moves to stand in front of you, resting the blade under your chin, “You know I can’t let Johnnie touch this again, right?”

“I would hope not.” You smile and lick your lips, “That would be kinda weird now that it’s been on .. places.”

Jake laughs and closes the knife, “Yeah, that’s going to the dresser drawer with its new friends.” He walks over, opening the drawer that you store all of your other sex toys in.

You shake your head, “I’m stealing a shirt.”

“Yeah, take whatever you want babe.” Jake smiles at you as he shuts the drawer. As you go through his closet, there’s a knock on the door, “Jake, where’s your knife? I want to practice opening it. I can beat that fucking child lock.���

You and Jake lock eyes and it’s instant laughter.

Johnnie is silent for a few moments, “You didn’t have to laugh at me, holy shit.”

“Sorry Johnnie.. that knife is out of commission.” Jake yells as he tries not to laugh.

“Aw, did you break it? Stupid fuck.” Johnnie yells and Jake sighs, “You’re the stupid fuck, but yeah I guess I broke it.”

Jake looks at you, shaking his head as he smirks.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I know this was long awaited, so I thank you for being patient and for reading. I hope you enjoyed 🖤

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[moon7jay]

omg I'm so in love with the way you write 💖

can you write first time with jungwon but his girlfriend is a bit traumatized by men cause of her bad experience? we really need gentleman jungwon yaay

I rarely write soft sex so bear with me if this isn't as good anon 🫡

DELICATE (y.jw)

MINORS DNI

Warnings : mentions of trauma, panic attack, smut, ig that's all?

Your mind went blank upon hearing the glass bottle crash on the floor, no longer intact it was shattered into pieces with the perfume it held inside gone to complete waste as the expensive fluid seeped into the carpet.

your hands shook as u heard jungwon's voice calling for u from the other room, your throat tightened and your vision started to become hazy, terror filling up your body, freezing it from inside out. You stayed rooted to your place, your heartbeat sounding too loud in your ears as u heard jungwon's footsteps get closer to where u were.

Panic was beginning to overtake u, your mouth gone dry and hold tightening on the dust cloth you were holding in your hands. Your eyes began to water and it was becoming difficult to breathe

"Baby what was that noise? You okay? " Jungwon's voice sounded muffled to you with the blood rushing to your brain. You looked up at him with distraught eyes as your boyfriend finally noticed the shattered perfume bottle.

His perfume bottle, to be precise.

"I-im so sorry, sorry j-jungwon I'm so s-sorry,it was an a-accident"

his head snapped up at hearing your trembling voice, taking in your shaking figure he took a step forward towards u. This action made u flinch, your trauma induced reflex working faster than u could comprehend, bringing two hands in front of you to protect yourself from the oncoming strike as you let the dust cloth fall to the floor and shrinking yourself in size as u begged for forgiveness.

Jungwon was stunned. What the fuck.

He halted his advance towards u instantly upon seeing how terrified u actually were of him. At the same time, he couldn't just stand there while u sobbed on your own. He slowly approached your crouched figure and took your hands softly in his own, removing them from the front of your face, revealing your tear stained cheeks, terrified eyes looking up at him to gauge his next move.

"I'm not going to hurt you baby" He whispered in a soothing tone, hoping it would bring u back. He wanted to puke. Seeing you like this was something he didn't want even in his worst nightmare. You thought he was gonna hit you? You? his sweet little love? he felt an insane urge to scream

Your form stayed frozen, quiet sobs and sniffles coming from your mouth as u stared into his love filled eyes. He loved you. This was your jungwon. He would never hurt you.

"I-ill buy u another, i-i promise I'm so s-sorry, please" u started crying again, fear overtaking all your senses, just the thought that he could stop loving you or leave u over ur stupid mistakes made you cry harder. Why were u such a loser, no wonder your ex didn't love you, no wonder he called you worthless, all u did was destroy things.

"Hey hey hey, look at me y/n, look at me baby-his warm hands cupped your wet face, breaking your inner monologue-i don't care ok? I don't care about that stupid perfume bottle, u can break hundreds of them, here, break this one too I don't give a single fuck"

He grabbed another expensive perfume bottle from his collection behind you and handed it to you

"Just stop crying, I love you, nothing matters more than u y/n, nothing, do u believe me baby? " He asked exasperatedly, his own eyes filling up with moisture just thinking about how deep your past suffering must be for you to react this way. His thumbs continually swiped under your eyes as warm moisture kept seeping from your eyes. But u were beginning to quiet down, nodding slowly,your body had stopped trembling and jungwon took this as a cue to finally wrap your heaving form in his arms. God you were so small, he felt a raging urge to hurt whoever had dared to damage your self esteem in such a drastic way.

He sighed in relief when he felt your arms coming up to wrap around his neck, burying your face in his chest, sniffing quietly.

Jungwon realized that day that you were someone very delicate and fragile at heart. the fact that you had given him the privilege of coming so close to u even after all that u had been through, he thanked his lucky stars for that. You were his baby and he swore to always treat u in a way that would give u no chance of experiencing that hurt ever again.

His hands tightened around your warm, soft body, kissing your head and whispering sweet nothings in your ears, letting u know that he loved you.

your giggles were like music to his ears, watching you like this was something he could do all day, just listening to you talk about random things and adding his own jokes here and there, making you laugh and hit his shoulder. This was all he wanted. You were all he wanted. and damn did he want u so bad.

He could not focus on what you were saying as his gaze pivoted to your delicious lips, he needed a taste and he needed a taste right now. He leaned towards you and cupped your cheek in his palm. you stopped mid sentence and stared into his eyes nervously, his face was inches from yours and the proximity was making u fidget.

"I want to kiss u baby, please tell me u want that too" He whispered and watched in amusement as you blushed profusely and gave him a small shy smile. A small nod from you was all he needed to capture your tempting lips in his own. The kiss started off as soft, but your taste was addicting as he delved further into your mouth, pressing his tongue against your lips, biting softly on your lower one which made u gasp in his mouth, giving him the chance to protrude his tongue into your warm mouth. Your taste was addicting, he reached deeper, licking into your warm cavity with passion. Your hands fisted the couch material that u were sitting on. The kiss felt so good. You had never been kissed with such want before. you were trying your best to return his passion by tangling your tongue with his own when all of a sudden you felt his other hand beginning to slip under your tank top, caressing your naked skin. Jungwon felt your body stiffen underneath his touch and he stopped his movements immediately, pulling back from the kiss. He heard your sharp inhale before he saw the tears gathering in your eyes. He immediately cupped your face "baby what's wrong, did I make u uncomfortable? " He asked softly, trying to understand your boundaries regarding physical touch.

He knew physical touch didn't come easy to you, it was something you struggled with on the daily and you and jungwon had come a long way from the first day when u flinched even from feeling him hold your hand and now u were wrapped around him like a koala everyday. There was progress and he didn't want to ruin it.

"I-im sorry, I don't know what happened" u whispered, a few tear drops rolling down your eyes. This was your jungwon, he would never do anything to hurt u, u reminded yourself. He cooed and shushed you, kissing your tears away

"It's okay baby, I'm willing to wait for u for however long it takes, do u understand me? " He asked and u nodded. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck and u stared deep into his eyes guiltily

"I don't want you to think that I don't want you, because I do " u whispered but jungwon shook his head, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

"Never. and I mean it y/n. Never do something u don't wanna do just because u want to spare my feelings. I love you and I would never forgive myself if I ever became the person u have been running from till now"

His words made u tear up and u buried your head in the crook of his neck. U don't remember for how long he whispered sweet confessions and how proud of you he was in your ear until u eventually drifted off to sleep in his arms.

You loved kissing jungwon. And u guessed he loved kissing you too because everytime u both were in a close proximity, his mouth was on yours, desperately making out. But the more time you spent in your boyfriend's arms with his tongue in your mouth the more your desire for him deepened. Your thighs desperately rubbing against each other, trying to get some sort of relief from the burning feeling between your legs.

And u knew that jungwon saw it too, u had seen how he would break the kiss to look down at your rubbing thighs and his eyes would darken and he would kiss you harder, messier. But he never dared cross your boundaries even once. His hands staying respectfully above your clothes, caressing your sides or holding your face, never venturing to touch the parts of you that u hadn't given him permission to touch yet.

And you were beginning to feel so safe around him. Jungwon was your safe place, your safe haven. so different from your past. so loving that u weren't used to being desired this way.

His every action screamed his adoration for you, making you gasp at how someone like him could want someone like you. And as much as he wanted you, he respected you. So much so that he taught u how to respect yourself and your emotions.

u weren't used to that. u weren't used to this. and even though everything was new to u and there were so many new feelings to process, you were sure about one thing. u wanted to give yourself to jungwon. u wanted to feel him intimately.

"um, wonie? " your hesitant voice captured your boyfriend's attention from where he was sitting working on his laptop, atop the couch

"Yeah sweetheart?" He asked u, his eyes looking at your figure sitting in the middle of the bed in nothing but his shirt. you blushed at the nickname and played with the hem of his shirt, making it ride further up your thighs. Your breathing became heavier when u saw how jungwon was ogling at your exposed thighs. One thing about your boyfriend was that he might not be able to touch u with his hands but his eyes were always caressing you every which way. His eyes and lust filled gaze were the reason it had been so difficult for u to control your desires from spiralling like this.

"Do u want to kiss?" u asked shyly, this was the first time u had taken initiative in matters like this

You almost laughed upon watching how fast your boyfriend was shutting down his laptop and sprinting to come close to you on the bed

He made u lie down on your back as he hovered over you, this was the first time u had been underneath him and u could tell that jungwon liked the view

"U know I always wanna kiss u baby, always wanna taste you" He whispered before lowering himself and capturing your lips in his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to make way for his tongue, slowly sucking on it, making him groan into your mouth. The sound reached straight between your legs and u were pulling away from the kiss to stare into jungwon's eyes. His panting breaths falling on your face

"Can-can we.. " u trailed off under his intense gaze, suddenly feeling too shy to tell him what u wanted. He sensed that as he bent down to kiss your nose

"Hey, tell me" His soft voice filled with absolute adoration made u more confident

"can we-can we try something new today? " u said, ur eyes looking for a reaction on his face, you bit ur lip when he smirked in shock and joy.

"Yeah? U wanna try something new baby?"

U nodded, pressing yourself closer to his body hovering over yours

"want u so bad won, please take me" u whispered at him and his jaw clenched.

Jungwon cursed under his breath and bent down to suck on the delicate skin of your neck

"Fuck u drive me insane y/n" He whispered, his hands moving down to caress your thighs, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth at his touch but before he could pull his hands away u were holding his hand there by urs.

"I'm okay, I'm okay I promise wonie" u assured him. His grip tightened on the soft flesh of your thighs at your words and he started caressing your flesh.

A sigh escaped from your lips upon feeling his touch, his touch made u feel safe, it didn't make u wanna run away. U closed your eyes and tangled your fingers in his hairs as he sucked small love bites throughout the length of your neck, his palms caressing every inch of naked skin they could find, finally getting the opportunity to grope your pretty body.

His pulled away to gather your shirt on your abdomen, revealing your panties underneath. You heard him curse some profanities while he pushed up the shirt further up your body, revealing your naval which made u bite your lower lip. His fingers prodded at your naval and he looked up at you with a hooded gaze

"Can i? " He asked, his voice heavy with lust and u nodded without asking him what he meant. U just knew that u were ready for whatever it was that he wanted to do. That's the reason why u were caught off gaurd when he started licking your naval, rolling his tongue around the skin of your abdomen, just licking your flesh, making out with it. You fisted the sheets around your head as he continued his ministrations. It felt so good.

His hands reached at the back of your bra and he was asking for your permission again. Soon enough u were left in just your panties, sweet moans filling the bedroom as your boyfriend kept sucking and groaning around your nipples, his hands rubbing over your slit from above your panties. Your fingers were buried in his hairs, pushing him further into ur flesh.

"J-jungwon, please, please" u begged for your boyfriend's touch, feeling your body burning, getting flushed with wanton desire

Jungwon came up to bite your lower lip and groaned at how wet you were, your slick beginning to ooze out from where he was rubbing u over your lace underwear.

"Gonna give u everything u want baby, ask me" he whispered and u moaned at the way his fingers were still pressing on your clit.

"I-inside, won please" you were too far lost into your desire to feel shy any longer. Jungwon looked at you with want, making u drip more. He watched your pretty body heaving and squirming underneath him and his inner beast growled to take and take.

But the way your big, innocent eyes were still fidgeting, his heart felt full of love for you. you were quite literally his everything

"R u sure y/n? We don't have to do this right now, I promise" he kissed your cheek, even though you could feel his hard on pressing against your thighs. You shook your head and kissed him deeply

"I'm sure, I've never been so sure about anything before baby, please make me yours" You whined and jungwon almost came in his pants at the pornographic sounds u were letting out.

Jungwon wanted to eat you out, but the bulge in his pants was starting to hurt, he needed to be wrapped inside your soft and warm pussy folds soon. He lifted himself off of you and finally unbuckled his pants, running his hungry eyes all over your panting figure as he got rid of all his clothes. God he had imagined u like this, naked and pliant underneath him on his bed a lot of fucking times but the real deal was a thousand times better.

You gasped upon seeing his hardened cock and u unconsciously rubbed your thighs together

"That's so big" u moaned and jungwon nodded

"worried it isn't gonna fit sweetheart?"

seeing u nod in worry had him chuckling. He hovered back over your body and inserted his tongue in your mouth while his fingers finally slipped aside your panties and started rubbing your clit in the earnest, swallowing your sinful moans.

Your hands tangled themselves in his locks again and u tugged hard when he inserted a finger in you experimentally, moaning softly

"Fuck, you're fucking soaking baby, so fucking hot" He whispered in your mouth as u continued to squirm and take his fingers in you. One became two , two became three and soon enough you were a blabbering mess, your wet walls clenching around his fingers, making him curse. Jungwon's tongue was tangled with yours when he decided to pull his fingers out of you, bringing the slick coated hand in between your kissing mouths, making you suck and lick on your own wetness while he did the same. Exchanging saliva and your wetness while u both made out messily.

"Taste so good baby, u're driving me crazy" Jungwon groaned, pulling back from your mouth and finally tugging at his cock. Groaning at the momentary relief, precum oozing out of it's slit, just turned on beyond belief. He ran his cockhead over your pussy, bumping your clit with his dick, making u gasp and moan, your hands fisting the sheets as you prepared yourself for the intrusion

"Ready? " He asked, his eyes looked loving as they stared at you, asking for your consent again and it made u fall in love a little harder with him. You nodded with a faint smile and he smiled back at you, coming back to kiss u deeply and lovingly, intertwining his one hand with yours, holding it beside your head while with the other he guided his cock inside of you, finally breaching your entrance in one thrust, swallowing up your screams.

Your hands came up to dig your nails into his shoulders as jungwon pulled out and thrust right back in. snapping his hips against yours with passion. You both stared into each other's eyes, panting and moaning into each other's mouth as he made love to you, your bodies brimming with pleasure

"Feels good yeah?" He groaned, hitting your cervix head on, his cockhead reaching that spot inside of you which made your mouth fall open, too lost in the pleasurable stimulation. u could only nod, bringing him down to kiss you again. Your thighs were covered in your leaking juices, the squelching sounds making it impossible for u to hide your desire. u were impossibly wet

The room was quite except for the skin slapping noises that your lust filled bodies were making, your hips chasing his hips, trying to grind back and moaning out your ecstasy. The tight, wet grip of your pussy around his shaft was making jungwon hungry, hungry for more and he started going deeper in you,wrapping your thigh around his waist. His thrusts remained slow but deep, stroking your insides, making you throb and clench.

Groans and whimpers of pleasure filled the room, whispers of "baby more" and "so good" being exchanged between the passionate sex. This was heaven.

"I love you" u whimpered as you felt yourself unraveling on his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, making him groan at how u deliciously clenched around him, pushing him closer to his own high

"I love u so much baby, your pussy feels so good" He moaned capturing your lips again, fucking you through your orgasm, his hips snapping faster and harder

Needles to say, jungwon took u slow and deep all night long, u both not getting enough of mating and grinding, using your hips to pleasure each other. He fucked u. No.

He made love to you.

He made love to you like u were something delicate, something precious that he needed to handle with care.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

May I request some smut between Ganon and male reader with spanking and a size difference? I'm a little too embarrassed to ask this of some of the other requestable fanfics, but after reading some of your smut stuff, it makes me feel comfortable to request it here!

This is why I enable anon and open my blog to those like you. This is a place for all to enjoy and indulge!

I'm just glad you are comfortable after reading some of the stuff I've written! I hope to see you again~

Title: For Every Rupee Stolen

Characters: Ganon x m!reader

Contains: spanking, size difference, restraints, role playing

Fandom: Legend of Zelda

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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The ropes around your wrists behind your back and ankles were more than enough for you to already understand your error, but your position only solidified it.

You lay spread along the knees of the Great Demon King, your body bare with the air gently caressing your skin. The king’s menacing aura practically summoned goosebumps to your skin, nearly visible for him to see. You didn’t dare to move, to speak. You didn’t even dare to meet his gaze. You feared even a small sound would induce his next action, but there would be no need, for it wouldn’t be you that caused him to move, but rather his own actions.

His large hand found your back. Specifically, his fingertips. They slowly traced along your spine, eliciting shudders from your body. A shaky breath left your mouth, and his actions repeated, his fingers now trailing upward. It was teasing, tormenting. Hell, it was even a bit embarrassing. Though one would understand such feelings if they too were naked and at the mercy of the Gerudo King.

“I’m surprised…” His low voice rang through the air, knocking out the silence. It seemed louder than it was due to how quiet things had been that it caused you to jolt lightly. “I figured by now you would be begging me for mercy, pleading to release you.”

Do you dare speak? Could you even speak? Would you only embarrass yourself further by how you sounded, explaining yourself to him?

“Tell me…do you understand why you’re in this position?”

He opened the floor for you to speak, putting the spotlight on you now. Swallowing your fear, your mouth opened, but sound refused to come out. At least at first. It took you a moment, but soon, a voice sounded. For a moment you didn’t recognize it as your own.

“I…I was c-caught…stealing…”

“How deplorable…But who exactly were you stealing from?”

It was a confession of crime, a force of guilt. He wanted to drive it into you, for you to understand the crime you committed.

“I-I stole…from the Great Demon King…f-from Ganon…”

“And what a bold crime…Sneaking into my treasury to take whatever your filthy Hylian hands could touch. But you fumbled, your nerves got the better of you and you only managed to take a singular Red Rupee.”

Before your face, Ganon revealed the very gem you attempted to sneak off with. If your nerves hadn’t gotten the better of you, you would have taken more. You finally forced your gaze away from the offending gem, not ready to meet the fate that awaited you.

“Such a crime deserves punishment, don’t you think? And I can’t think of a more befitting punishment than…”

Slap!

Your head shot up upon the impact, a wince of pain leaving you from gritted teeth as Ganon’s hand had whipped down, making firm contact with one of your ass cheeks. Your body trembled and your face flushed a deep shade of pink once it all started to connect.

“Do you get it now?” His voice was mocking, a tone that seemed to make you question what you did and didn’t understand. “One for every rupee stolen.”

“B-But I—!”

That attempted rebuttal earned you a firm hand over your mouth. Ganon effectively silenced you as he forced your head and body up to look at him. You had almost forgotten the size difference between the two of you, and now you felt like a mere mouse to his large stature.

“I did not give you permission to argue,” he stated with a glare. “You simply answer. ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘No, Sir.’ In my presence, you are compliant. Do I make myself clear?”

Taking a shuddering breath in through your nose, you nodded with what room you had, understanding. Having your obedience, Ganon released you, letting you fall back to his lap.

“Now…starting with this next one, I want you to count for me. Understand that for every one I give you, you could have spent a year in the cellars for your sticky fingers.”

Slap! “Two!”

The pain was tolerable at the start. The first one was like a warning, but these were like a build up, each one getting firmer, rougher, harder.

Slap! “S-Seven!”

Your fingers would spread, clench into fists, spread again, all trying to fight the pain that was building with each impact, to fight the…pleasure?

Slap! “Ten!”

Your voice squeaked, from pain and desire. You couldn’t understand why, but as he continued, your cock would ache with every impact onward. Your hips slowly grinding against his leg

Slap! “Th…Thirt-teen…~!”

You were almost done. You were so close to being done, but the change in your voice…Ganon himself nearly faltered as he carried on. Your ass was growing redder by each slap, your legs trembling against the king’s body, and, embarrassingly, your cock grew hard, your body feeding into self betraying desires.

Slap! “S…Six…teen…~”

Slap! “S-Seven…teen…!”

Three more, just three more.

“Do you regret your crime, Hylian?” It was the first time Ganon spoke since starting, his own voice almost sounding…airy.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you breathed, but deep down, that was a lie. You secretly enjoyed the rush this gave you, the new exhilarating bliss that washed over your body. For a moment, you thought that if you weren’t counting, you be moaning more and more with every action, nearly losing yourself.

“Are you sure?” Before he continued with the punishment, his fingers pressed between your clenched thighs and found your erect cock pulsing against him, gently brushing the underside of it to the tip, where white pearled at the tip before having dribbled down against his skin. “Because I think some naughty Hylian is enjoying himself…~”

His fingers left you whimpering, your legs trying to shut his hand out but to no avail. “N-No, Sir…” Withdrawing his hand, Ganon returned it to your ass, gripping it instead of slapping it, causing you to mewl out. Your head hung, and your body lightly writhed.

“What a liar you are…~ But…perhaps we can come to an arrangement. If you can withstand the last three spankings of your punishment, I’ll allow you something nice…~”

You began to wonder what he meant by that, considering your mind was starting to become a foggy mess, but it almost instantly became clear when his hand came down to a rougher, more intense impact, causing you to cry out more audibly as your counting continued. “E-Eighteen!!”

Just two more, only two more.

SLAP!! “N-Nineteen!!”

One more…one more.

The pain of the final impact was unlike the rest. It was sharp, rough, and left you nearly screaming, but that may only be due to the others he had given you earlier. It may not have hurt so much if it weren’t for the rest, but now, you could breathe easy as it was finally over with. “T-Twen…ty…”

Your body fell limp against his lap, both overjoyed and disappointed that it was over. As you gathered your bearings, you could feel Ganon shift around before grabbing onto you and moving you around like a doll. You steadied yourself, finding your view now the room instead of the floor. Realizing your change of scenery, you gently writhed against his grip, almost growing flustered at the thought of him being able to move you around so easily.

“Ah, sit still now,” he breathed, adjusting you once more. “I just need to…”

Before he needed to finish, you felt something prod your hole from behind. You froze, breath hitching in your throat as you realized what he was doing. Before you could say anything, Ganon slid himself inside, the both of you either groaning or squeaking with delight as the two of you joined in flesh.

Neither of you wasted a second. The moment Ganon began to thrust into you, you rocked your hips with whatever room you had. The desire soon overtook you, and you opened you mind and body to the king, losing yourself to the ecstasy that awaited you. Your cock bounced as Ganon moved you against his thrusts, using you like a toy. The feeling, the friction, all sent you into a spiraling mess of desire and lust, and your mind lost all sense of the current world. Ganon didn’t let this go unnoticed either.

“I-Is this what you wanted this whole time?” he breathed, his fingers gripping into your flesh to keep you in rhythm with his movements. “T-To be used as the King’s toy? To be filled with my great cock?”

Your breathing mixed with your moans as you responded. “Y-Yes! Y-Yes, Sir!”

At that point, your little schemes caught up with you. Really, the theft was all a farce. The real goal was the King himself, not his loot. You had been infatuated with the King for some time that this was all you wanted: to be stuffed by the almighty King of Gerudos.

“Such a devious little one…~” he breathed a smirk growing on his lips as his actions quickened. “Then I’ll make sure…you’re thoroughly spent~”

It felt delightful to be at the mercy of the king, to have him move your body as if it were not your own. All you could do was enjoy the pleasure that came with it, the lustful friction of his cock deep inside of you as you both neared your end. Neither of you could wait any longer, and you two released in a dance of sound, a collection of groans and grunts as your bodies gave way to this wave of relief. Gannon spilled into you the same time you spilled into the air, your body trembling from both sensations as your eyes rolled back, your vision fading for the moment.

The next thing you realized was being wrapped up in a blanket, Ganon holding you gently as you both lay in his bed. You don’t remember getting in bed, but you weren’t complaining, seeing as you were all snuggled up to your lover.

“Well? Did that play into your fantasies as desired, dear?” Ganon teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

“Mm, very much so,” you replied, gazing up at him with a small smile. “I hope you enjoyed it all the same.”

“Oh trust me, darling. It was thoroughly enjoyable~.” The King pulled you in close in a loving, protective embrace. “Perhaps we could do it again sometime~”

[vienssunshine]

what if ：reader tries provoking nanami so that he fails no nut november?? 👀 (u can choose what rlly happens!) if u do this, thank u! if not, it’s fine! have a good day! <3

Failing No Nut November with Nanami Part Two

pairing: Nanami x fem reader nsfw word count: 2.2k author's note: A choice was made, dear anon. Hope you enjoy! Read part one here

No Nut November is a silly internet meme. It's a trend that somehow manages to blow up every year, its premise being trying not to cum for the month of November. It's stupid, right? Yet, you still participated and failed.

That's why your breath is uneven and shaky; you're still coming down from the orgasm attained by riding Nanami's thigh, the orgasm that made you lose.

Though your body is quivering, it feels like you're finally re-centered, free from the cloudiness your sexual frustration hindered you with. The fog has lifted, and anger remains.

You're angry with yourself for giving in to Nanami. That a few circles of his fingers had you writhing underneath his touch, moments away from begging for him. To add to your rage is the fact that he pretends to be so composed when you know he wants it just as bad as you do. He even had the audacity to deprive you of an orgasm you needed from him, instead working you up so much that you had no other choice but to satisfy yourself with his thigh.

It was an undignified way to lose, and you want revenge.

You use the wall to help yourself up and head out of the hallway to the living room. Nanami is sitting on the couch, legs spread open with a book in his lap. He's staring at the pages, not reading the words.

You slink around the side of the couch and step in between Nanami's legs, standing in front of the businessman. He doesn't react, so you unzip your pants slowly. Nothing. You tuck your thumbs into the waistband of your pants and drag them down your legs.

"Darling, we've been over this," Nanami says, refusing to allow his gaze to slip from the pages in front of him. He knows one glance at you will make it infinitely harder for his hands to remain on his book. Watching you cum all over his thigh almost broke him; he doesn't know how much more he can take.

You step out of the fabric pooling at your ankles and push the book in his lap away, an action that reveals he's still painfully hard. Poor Nanami.

"Kento, you have great self-control, right?" you ask, sliding down into his lap, your heated center pressing into his throbbing bulge, "So it shouldn't be a problem if I have a little bit of fun."

Nanami's jaw clenches; he regrets teasing you earlier. Your warm body on his is reminding him of how cold he's been without you. Many times throughout the month he's had to talk himself out of giving in and fucking you. He misses your touch so much.

"Dear-" he starts, but cuts himself off with a hiss when you begin to rock your hips in his lap, your wet underwear dampening the fabric of his pants. You shiver at the contact, even if separated by cloth, your clit is still sensitive after orgasming earlier.

He leans back, spreading his arms over the back of the couch. He's trying to appear relaxed, like you grinding on him while looking like an angel doesn't faze him, but his hands are clenched in fists. You place your palms on his shoulders, keeping your lidded eyes locked on his as you begin to softly moan at the contact of his hard dick on your clothed pussy.

He tries to avert his gaze from your lips as you breathe out his name, but you hold his face still with your hand, fingers pressing into the outlines of his sharp cheekbones.

"What, is something wrong? You're not feeling jealous, are you?" You make an effort to press your warmth into him as you speak; all he needs to do is say yes and give in.

"I'm fine, dear."

You fight back a scowl. He's lying to you. It's clear he's restraining himself, the knuckles of his fisted hands are turning white like he's fighting a strong magnetic force willing them to your body. It appears that your hips aren't enough to soften his steel resolve, at least on their own. You need to overwhelm him.

You release Nanami's face from your grip but give him a warning glare to not look away. He concedes, his stern, amber eyes holding your gaze. You unbutton your shirt, slowly and sensually—Nanami always prefers a slow tease to a quickie—so the fabric opens and reveals just a glimpse of your flushed body underneath. At this point, you're being cruel, torturing him even. You look ethereal to him, glowing with desire as you continue to grind against his trapped cock.

He can't help his eyes from wandering to your exposed chest, following the line of separated buttons to realize you're conveniently free from a bra. You pull one of his hands from the back of the couch and guide it underneath the fabric of your shirt to your breasts. You try to hold back a victorious grin when his other hand follows suit, but fail when they begin to roam, stroking and squeezing at the flesh of your torso. Nanami's gaze remains harsh, like he's being betrayed by his own hands which are moving with a will of their own.

You peel your shirt off, bothered by the slight inconvenience of it, so you can feel more of his harsh palms against your skin. Nanami's breathing sharpens as his eyes drink in your bare chest. You hold his big hand to one of your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze it. He does, and you press your eyes shut, a sickeningly sweet twist of warmth curling around your stomach. It's hard for you to think straight when he leans forward and encircles your nipple with his hot mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it. The only thing you do know is that you have Nanami exactly where you want him.

You're proven correct when you feel him groan against your skin.

If there's one thing you know about Nanami, it's that pleasuring you gets him off the most. You know that once he starts touching you, making you moan his name and shudder beneath him, he won't be able to stop himself from fucking you. It's why he forced you to make yourself cum earlier, he couldn't bear it otherwise. Using this knowledge against him is playing dirty, but he brought it to that level when he made you lose on his thigh.

He ruts his hips into yours, searching for more pressure on his swollen cock. His hands now move with intention, cupping your breasts and sliding down the curve of your waist. It's clear he's paying attention to the places he knows you love feeling him the most. You've finally pushed him past his breaking point.

You lift yourself up so you can unzip his slacks to which there is no protest from Nanami. His dick is pressing against the fabric of his dark briefs, impatiently waiting to be freed. Precum darkens a patch of his underwear, his body once again traitorous to his resolve.

You pull his briefs down so his cock springs out, leaking and angry. The extent of his arousal looks, and probably is, painful at this point. You'd regret your cruelness, but you're only giving him a taste of his own medicine. He's had you aching this entire month.

He must have been missing you too because when you wrap your hand around him, he quivers in response.

"Fuck, darling," Nanami groans, his voice dark and husky. His hands travel from your waist to your ass, gripping it with a rugged force that sends electricity up your spine.

You spit on your palm and begin to stroke him, running your soft hand up and down his length. He stifles a groan, pressing his lips together and tilting his head up instead. He wants to deny the pleasure your touch brings him, to win the challenge he promised to, but it might not be possible anymore.

"Feel good, love?" you mock, leaning forward to press a wet kiss to the exposed column of his neck.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, making you yelp. "Don't be a brat."

Grinning, you swirl the wetness leaking from his tip around with your thumb, "Hm? You're not enjoying this? Don't tell me you want to see this month through."

"I want to," Nanami hisses, watching as you push your underwear aside and align his length with your aching hole, "but I don't know if I can anymore."

You rub his tip through your folds, taking a second to appreciate his presence on your wet ridges, a feeling you've been longing for this eternal month. Nanami's hips kick up, desperate. He wants to be able to refuse you, to maintain his strict self-discipline, and yet, the next words breathed from his lips are:

"Love, I need you."

You smirk, satisfied. Granting his wish, you sink down on his cock, and immediately a broken whine escapes your lips. It's been too long, and having him filling you up again feels like an addict finally getting the hit they've been craving.

Nanami's head falls against the back of the couch, eyes pressing shut at the bliss being inside of you brings him. The feeling of your fingers stroking him was unbearably pleasurable, but the sensation of having your warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock is something else entirely. It's making Nanami have trouble keeping his composure; he's feeling it slip away the longer you keep making him feel so fucking good.

His large hands begin to bounce you up and down his length, hungry to feel further inside of you. His pace is uncharacteristically rough; you have to clutch to his broad shoulders to stay stabilized, but you'd be lying if you said his thrusts weren't setting your stomach alight in a blaze of ecstasy. Nanami groans as he watches your face melt in pleasure, something that only makes him want to fuck you harder.

The sensation is overwhelming; he has you moaning out stilted calls of his name, unable to keep your voice steady with his vicious pounding. His pace is picking up; he's pissed at how much you turn him on, which is to the point he can't tell himself no anymore.

"Ken-to, too-ah-fast." You're grasping onto him, having trouble keeping up even though every time he slams you down into his lap your nerves buzz with dark pleasure.

"This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? So take it, darling."

Even if his words are gruffer than his usual sweet praise, your body is still singing in response. You can handle a little teasing, so, you adjust to his pace, allowing his big hands to move you as they please.

Even as he's fucking you like an animal, you manage to capture him in an open-mouthed kiss. It's sloppy and passionate, with Nanami kissing you back hard, his sharp jaw moving up and down as he presses his lips into yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, pushing your bare chest to his. His skin is hot against yours, waves of warmth radiating off of his broad chest through his shirt.

The coil in your stomach is tightening to a dangerous extent, and as you lean further into him, his dick becomes angled just right so another orgasm overtakes you like a tsunami. You tighten your arms around his neck and rest your head against his shoulder, clenching your teeth as pleasure rolls over you. Ruthlessly, he grabs your chin and pulls you into another messy kiss as you ride out your orgasm. Your walls clamp down on him as he continues to pump in and out of your poor, shaking body, pulling a groan out of him that you feel reverberate in his chest.

You're gasping for breath as your lips crash into each other haphazardly, but Nanami manages to pant out: "Look what you've done to me, darling."

Watching you fall apart on his cock must've been too much because his fingers dig into your ass, hard. Even if exhausted, you can't stop yourself from smiling against his lips. It's time for him to lose.

His rapid pace falters, and he presses you down into his lap, letting out a guttural groan. You clutch at his button-up, the blue fabric bunching in your grip as he fills you up. His dick twitches and kicks inside you, emptying out the cum that's long overdue for release.

You fall forward onto his broad chest, spent. He wraps a heavy arm around you as you listen to his breath become even again. His fingers draw slow, comforting circles on your back, coaxing you further into the hazy pleasure of after-sex cuddling.

You both lost, but it still feels like a win for you. It's a remarkable feat that you lasted so long, and you wonder: how long has it been since you started the challenge? It feels like forever ago.

You turn your head up to face Nanami, "Kento?"

He looks down at you, his cheeks flushed and his perfectly-combed hair mussed, "Yes, dear?"

"What day is it?"

Nanami's eyes dull and his ever-present frown returns, "It's November 30th."

[rillian4e]

Scaramouche x f!reader

cw: nsfw, modern au, dom!scaramouche, sub!reader, fem!reader, pet names, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, foul language, teasing, spanking etc...

summary: your annoying roommate Scaramouche is done with your little antics, and decides to teach you a little lesson.

a/n: This was a request sent as a submission which is why I can't include anon, hope you enjoy

your roommate Scaramouche has been getting on your nerves, constantly ignoring you when you tell him to do something, and never talking to you without swearing or calling you names. it was really too much for you—who was he to act like that? instead of confronting him and communicating, you set yourself on a plan to tease him relentlessly, maybe then he would regret being such a jerk.

but of course, nothing ever goes according to the plan perfectly. it was finally the day to set your plan to motion, purposely wearing a short mini skirt with a cute pink top, you knew Scaramouche would now be in his room gaming, so you went ahead and made some snacks for him to enjoy, you knocked on the door and entered when you heard "I'm busy, leave." ignoring the way he glared at you when you entered anyway, you went and placed the tray of snacks on his desk, you knew just how much he loved those snacks paired with his favorite bitter tea. "Did you get hit in the head or something?" at his question, you shook your head, smiling "Of course not, I simply thought it'd be nice to do something for my roommate." Scaramouche did not believe that, eyeing you suspiciously before turning to his game, mumbling a quick "whatever", it was a success, that was after all the needed step before the main part.

you then started doing even more sweet things for him, wearing pretty outfits and being affectionate as if you two didn't argue every single day before. Scaramouche caught on and asked you where you were going, "Have you found yourself some stupid boyfriend? You've been getting all dolled up recently, it's annoying." he exclaimed, looking at you who just smiled sweetly, avoiding the question.

The next stage was the most impossible, 'accidentally' having your things drop on the floor as you bent over to pick them up in front of your roommate, getting out of the shower while only having a towel around your body, and wearing revealing outfits. only an idiot wouldn't catch on that, Scaramouche was well aware of your little antics, he could hear you touching yourself in your room, the thin walls not helping the sounds travel to his room. the last straw for him was when you asked him to fetch your towel which you just so happened to have 'forgotten', instead of simply giving it to you, he pinned you to the wall in the bathroom, embarrassed that you were now naked—infront of your roommate who you absolutely hated, you tried to break free of his grip which only lead to him tightening his grip on your hands. "What are you trying to do, slut? Think I haven't got a clue on what you've been doing, hm?" he asked, looking down at you before he went in for a kiss which caught you off guard.

"Is this what you wanted? Want me to fuck you like the whore you are?" you felt flustered at his words, feeling aroused by the situation, a moan escaping your lips when you felt his knee pressed in-between your legs, he wasted no time in putting you on the nearest surface, forcefully spreading your legs apart, as he kneeled, holding your thighs, a smirk forming on his face at the sight of your dripping core. "Looks like someone was waiting for this, huh?" he asked, giving your cunt a spank which made you cry out.

before you could react, his tongue was inside your pussy, occasionally sucking on your puffy clit and giving it slaps when you tried closing your legs, he didn't care about how embarassed you were, diving his tongue inside your tight hole. "...fuck, you taste so good...", his cock was already aching hard, wanting your tight walls wrapped around his length, but before that he was going to make you beg.

as you were close to cumming all over his tongue, his movements stopped, "Wh‐ w-why did you stop?" you asked, confused as you looked at him, he seemed amused, not even hiding his grin, "Only good girls get to cum, not naughty slutty girls like you." was all he said, you could tell what his intention was, you frowned but gathered all your courage as you gazed down at him. "Scara...p-please...I really need it, s' badly... I'll do anything! Jus' please let me cum, I'll be a good girl...!" you tried your best convincing him, surprisingly he was satisfied with that, his tongue continuing to bring you to your climax. however, he didn't give you any time to calm down from your orgasm, instead pinning you on the counter, and freeing his shorts before plunginginh his cock deep inside your cunt, "Ha...so tight..." he groaned, pressing his face into your neck, his length stretched you out in two, something you haven't felt in so long, "Look at you, your hole is clenching around me, are you that happy that you finally got what you wanted?" He asked, chuckling lowly as he saw your expression, his rough and fast pace not changing even when tears formed in your eyes—Scaramouche was delighted at the feeling of your pussy being so warm, so wet and so, so tight, he's regretting that he didn't fuck you sooner. "Mmh... maybe I should have just done this earlier, yeah? Bet you dreamed of your roommate fucking your hole like this, if not, why else would I hear you moan and touch yourself when you know I'm just next room to you?" you couldn't respond to him, too dumb on his cock to form a sentence, you felt yourself cum on his cock, what irked you was that Scaramouche didn't bother slowing down his pace, instead only rutting with more force into your overestimulated cunt. "s' t-too much!" you cried out, looking at him for some sympathy but only earning a slap to your clit, "Shut up, you're gonna take it like a good fucktoy, like the big girl you are."

you were powerless to resist, only getting more turned on at his degrading words, gosh, you loved it when he was being mean to you. Maybe it wasn't so bad to have him as a roommate? you pondered the question, was it really that bad when he could fuck you so nicely, fill your womb full of his cum?

[inou-ie]

Pairing: Tingyun x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, masturbation, heat cycle, strap-on, crying during sex.

Author's notes: I'm sorry for the anon who requested this, it took so long.

MDNI

Your eyes snap open when you feel heavy weight bearing down upon your body, you feel so sore and it's getting hard to breathe.

"Ah.. you're awake..." Your eyes widen at the sight of Tingyun naked while clinging onto your body tightly her fingers thrusting in and out of her own pussy, despite the pain coursing through your body due to waking up in such an uncomfortable position, you couldn't summon the strength to push her away, especially when she looks so vulnerable.

Tingyun spoke breathlessly, her face flushed with embarrassment and her breaths ragged. "I'm... sorry if I woke you," she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Please... don't move away."

You nod in response, staying still like she asked you to while Tingyun keeps fingering and grinding her cunt against your now wet thigh while moaning into your ear. You can feel her hot breath tickling you.

"Please.. please help me.." Tingyun spoke again, but this time with her eyes full of tears.. she looks like in pain, it made your heart ache.

You couldn't help but feel the immense pain and suffering in Tingyun's voice. Despite your initial hesitation, you knew that she needed help—and not just any kind of help. She was in heat, a state where foxes experience an overwhelming sexual desire.

"Lie down, I'll take care of you..." You gave her a reassuring smile before taking a deep breath, you held her close, ignoring the fear that gripped your heart. Gently pushing her down the bed, spreading her legs open to reveal her soaked pussy, already dripping with anticipation for your touch. With one swift movement, you inserted two fingers into her tight, warm hole, filling her up completely.

"Like that... please, please don't stop..." Tingyun's body jolted at the intrusion, both from surprise and pleasure. Moans escaped her lips as you began to thrust your fingers in and out of her depths, finding her g-spot each time and rubbing it softly. Her musky scent filled the air around you, becoming almost overpowering as her arousal intensified.

Tingyun's body trembled under your touch, her whimpers and moans intermingling with her tears. She clutched at your shirt, nails digging into the fabric as she tried to hold onto something in the midst of the storm raging within her.

"It burns... I can't take it. Please do more!" Tingyun begged while whimpering like a helpless puppy. Her hips buckled forward, offering herself up completely to you. Her pussy gripped your fingers tightly, milking them for every drop of pleasure they could give her. Your free hand moved down to cup her breast, squeezing it gently before sliding between her legs to rub against her swollen clit.

"Good girl... just let go, I won't stop until you're satisfied." You spoke softly, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. The tension built inside Tingyun until it felt like she would explode from the pressure alone. Finally, with a loud cry that seemed to echo through the room, she came undone—her walls contracting around your fingers, her hot cum spurting out over your hand and wrist. It was messy but so beautiful that you couldn't help but be caught up in the moment yourself.

Tingyun's orgasm was so powerful that it seemed to go on forever. Her inner walls clamped down tightly around your fingers, refusing to let you pull away from the incredible sensation.

"Please...," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pulsing rhythm of her climax. "I need more." Tingyun wrapped her arms around you tightly as she sobbed, her tail wrapping around your arm. It was so cute but you also felt bad that she was in pain.

You understood that Tingyun needed more than just your fingers so you planted a soft kiss on her cheek before speaking. "Let me get ready. Wait for me, okay? I'll give you more." Tingyun gave you a nod as she reluctantly let go of your body.

After getting yourself ready, coming back with the biggest strap you have.. you found Tingyun touching herself while burying her face into your pillow, taking in your scent while mumbling your name repeatedly. Poor foxian, she must be needing you so bad...

When Tingyun noticed your presence, she immediately positioned herself. Spreading her legs wide as she tears up. "You're back...! please... I need you inside me." she opened her arms, begging you to come closer, which you did.

Stepping closer still, you positioned yourself between her parted thighs and slowly pushed forward into the waiting heat of her pussy. She arched her back off the bed slightly, taking more of your length inside her than before as she tried to alleviate some of the pressure building up within.

Her cunt gripped tightly around your strap, milking it for every last drop of pleasure it could give her. Your free hand found its way down to cup one of her perky breasts, pinching a nipple softly making Tingyun gasp and moan.

Her face lit up with pure joy as you began to pound into her, filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Her moans and cries of pleasure echoed around you.

"It's so good..." Tingyun whispers in between her moans, wrapping her arms around your neck to run her fingers through your hair while her legs locked around you, pulling you closer still.

"It is.." You whispered back before leaning down to give her a deep and passionate kiss. Tingyun loved it when you kiss her while moving inside, after all. Her nails dug into your back lightly, drawing small lines of blood that only served to heighten both of your arousals even further. As Tingyun approached another orgasm, her breath hitched in her throat, each moan sounding almost like a sob from how intense it was for her.

"More... it burns inside me... please..." Tingyun sobbed as she held onto you as tight as she can while her body shook from the intense orgasm. Her voice was filled with pleading desperation as she begged for more, her body trembling violently beneath yours.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders painfully as she tried to hold on tight enough not to lose herself in this moment. Her hips buckled forward, meeting every thrust of yours.

As you continue to move in and out of her, you watched as Tingyun's face contorts with pleasure. She kept begging for you not to stop even as she already came over and over again. Her tail wrapped tightly around your thigh while her limbs are around your body tightly, making it hard to move.

You wiped her tears away gently before kissing her forehead, the small gesture made Tingyun grip your strap inside even tighter, she must love you a lot...

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room once more, creating a rhythm that seemed to echo endlessly. The bed was already soaked with Tingyun's cum—a testament to just how many times you had brought her to orgasm.

You took her in every position imaginable: doggy style, missionary, cowgirl... each one sending another wave of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies. Her cries and moans filled the air, muffled slightly by the pillows she bit down on in an attempt to stifle some of the noise.

As dawn started to break through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day, the waves of pleasure finally subsided and left Tingyun weak-kneed but satisfied, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. "Are you okay?" you whispered softly against her skin.

She nodded, still catching her breath after such an intense experience. "Yes... thank you." Tingyun replied softly as she hugs your body, burying her face in your chest while nibbling on your breast, trying her best to stay awake just to show you her gratitude for helping her through her heat. After some more minutes of cuddling and praising Tingyun, she finally drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile.

[foxy-eva]

Play Time

Summary: Spencer is curious about a very interesting toy you ordered

Request by anon (originally requested to my friend @imagining-in-the-margins): Spencer is visiting Reader's house when a package is delivered. Reader forgot she ordered a sextoy. Spencer is curious and asks to open it and is surprised. Reader is embarrassed. Spencer suggests they test it out together. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut 

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, mild embarrassment, praising, use of a sex toy, female masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex, semi-rough sex

Word Count: 2.2k

Masterlist

What was supposed to be one of your usual date nights quickly turned into something a lot more interesting when Spencer walked into your apartment with a package in his hands. You only noticed him entering your living room from the corners of your eyes, still busy preparing dinner. 

"This package was delivered to your doorstep when I got here," he let you know.

"Oh that must be the new book I ordered," you chirped. "Would you mind opening it?" 

After inspecting the shape of the package, Spencer had doubts that he would find a book inside the cardboard. Still, he did as asked, ripping open the box. 

"Huh," he breathed. "That's interesting."

What he found was far more intriguing than any book he had ever seen. It was a very interesting piece of electronics, something Spencer wouldn't have expected you to buy. He couldn't hide the smirk on his face when he walked over to you, the bright pink box in his hands. 

"Is that for when I'm away for work?" He chuckled. 

It took you a second to realize what he was holding, already forgotten was the very lonely night you had a few days ago that prompted you to order the toy. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks and your heart-rate accelerating. 

"Oh my god," you muttered. "I forgot that I ordered that."

As you tried to grab the box, Spencer lifted his hand until it was out of reach. 

"Not so fast," he laughed. "I wasn't done inspecting it."

"Please, Spencer. You weren't even supposed to see it," you begged him, still trying to reach for it. 

He handed it to you at last, wondering, "Why not? It looks fun."

Even though he had already seen it, you still tried to hide the box behind your back, your eyes glued to the floor. He gently brushed over your jaw, pushing your chin up until you would look at him. 

"Don't be embarrassed," he cooed. "I'm glad you have a way to take care of yourself when I'm not here."

"I have never owned anything like that and was curious, that's all," you confessed. 

Spencer placed a soft kiss on your lips before suggesting, "Then maybe you should try it right now?"

Staring at him with wide eyes, you squeaked, "Now?" 

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning down to whisper, "I would love to watch."

He gave you a few moments to think about it but the warmth spreading through your chest at the thought of him watching you like that was convincing enough. 

"Okay," you agreed. 

Taking your hand in his, he led you to your bedroom where you placed the boxed toy on the bed. He found your lips in a kiss, deepening it within seconds. Slowly he began undressing you, taking his time to let his hands wander over each patch of skin that was revealed to him. 

"We can stop or do something else at any point," he reminded you the same way he always did when you were together like this. "Remember your safeword?" 

"Yes," you confirmed. 

When the last layer of your clothing dropped to the floor, Spencer pushed you down on the mattress to lay on your back. 

"So beautiful," he groaned as he let his eyes roam over your skin. 

He unpacked the toy and disappeared in the bathroom for a brief moment to clean it, making you wait patiently on the bed. You let your fingertips dance over your body, already getting desperate for more. Spencer came back into the room and sat down on the bed beside you, placing the toy on your nightstand. 

He leaned down to kiss you before his palm brushed down your body, leaving goosebumps on its path. 

"Spread your legs for me," he demanded and you did as told. 

He let his fingers carefully glide over your heat, noticing how your arousal had already begun gathering at your entrance. 

"Getting excited?" He chuckled and you nodded. "You got yourself something very interesting."

He handed you the toy to take a look at it. When he pressed the button for it to turn on, you almost jumped at the sudden vibrations in your hands. You could only imagine how it would feel against your most sensitive spot. 

"I want you to use it exactly as I tell you," he explained as he got up to walk over to an armchair in the corner of your bedroom. He pushed it closer to the bed and sat down. "I'm going to watch from here. Are you okay with this?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now turn the toy to the lowest setting and place it," he ordered. 

You had expected his eyes to stay on your core but once the toy made contact with you, he looked at your face instead. It took you a moment to adjust to the new sensation, moving in little circles until you found the perfect spot. 

Your cheeks must have been glowing by now but you couldn't have cared less. You wanted Spencer to tell you exactly what to do, trusting that he would always take care of you.

"Tell me how it feels."

You thought about it for a second. It was a novel sensation, incredibly arousing but you still felt like you needed more. 

"Feels good. Better than my hand," you snickered. 

"Better than me?" Spencer teased, already knowing the answer. 

You considered answering with Yes just to see his reaction. It was clear that he was not feeling threatened by a toy but you were still curious to know how he'd put you in your place. However, you decided against it. For now. 

"No," you breathed. "Not even close."

"Why don't you turn it up," he suggested and you did.

It was surprising how different the toy felt at a higher setting. It was getting very hard for you not to get lost in the pleasure, the strong vibrations against your core already clouding your mind. 

Spencer was aware of the state you were in, curious how much you could handle. "Can you take more than that?"

You pressed the button again and your whole body began trembling, everything getting almost too much. It became almost impossible to keep your eyes open but you tried to anyway. When a loud moan threatened to escape your mouth, you bit on your lips instead. Spencer noticed. 

"Let me hear you," he groaned.

Your mouth opened to let the sounds of your pleasure escape, earning praise from your boyfriend, "Good girl."

With one hand holding the toy firmly against your center and the other caressing your own chest, you fell over the edge within moments.

"That was fast," Spencer chuckled, watching each of your reactions intently. 

Your thighs were still trembling when you turned off the toy in an attempt to recover from the intense stimulation. 

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" Spencer scoffed. "Turn it back on."

"Spencer, I–," you tried without even knowing what exactly you wanted to say. 

"I'm sure you can give me another one," he encouraged you with more kindness in his voice than before. "Try the lowest setting again."

Doing as you were told, you were surprised by how pleasant it still felt. You moved the toy through your glistening folds before focussing on your most sensitive spot once more, a quiet sigh falling from your lips. 

Spencer reached out his hand to make contact with your thigh, whispering, "Is it too much?"

"No, it feels so good," you moaned while locking eyes with him.

"God, you look so stunning like that."

You noticed how his hand wandered to the bulge in his slacks, the outline of his erection clearly visible. He touched himself through the fabric, groaning, "You have no idea what you do to me."

Seeing how aroused he was getting from watching you like this felt exhilarating. You got desperate to feel all of him, already missing the sensation of his skin against yours. 

"I need you, Spencer," you muttered.

He shook his head, letting you know that he wasn't done with you yet. 

"Please," you begged him, "let me look at you at least."

It was as if he took pity in you when he began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He took his time to remove his clothes and you watched patiently, every inch of skin he revealed letting the heat inside you grow until it became almost unbearable. When he was sitting completely bare in front of you, he took his own hardness in his hands, giving himself a few slow strokes as he watched you. 

"I need you to come for me," he demanded. "Now."

To follow his order you turned up the toy to a higher setting, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. You couldn't help but rock your hips against the toy as your second climax approached. 

Spencer kept his eyes on you when you finally fell apart, cooing, "That's my girl."

He sat down on the bed beside you and took the toy from your hand to set it aside. His palm brushed along your inner thigh while he praised you, "You did so well for me." 

Despite already having found relief twice, you still yearned for more. Feeling him close to you ignited the blazing flame inside you again. You reached out your hand until your fingertips brushed over the velvety skin of his hardness. 

When you wrapped them around him to move over his leaking tip, he groaned in response. Spencer's hand made contact with you as well, dragging his fingers through your dripping crevice before pushing them into you. Your body welcomed the intrusion but it still wasn't enough. 

"Spencer, please."

He leaned down to kiss you before breathing, "Tell me exactly what you want."

Without thinking about it, you whined. "I want to feel your cock inside me, need you to fuck me hard."

"My sweet girl," he purred. "How could I ever deny you that?" 

He positioned himself between your legs and let his tip run through your folds, coating it with your arousal. You squirmed underneath him, getting impatient to finally feel him inside you. You tilted your hips in an attempt to let him enter you but he just teased you some more. 

With slow, almost torturous motions he began pushing his tip into you, watching as you scrunched up your face. He took his time entering you, a sigh falling from his lips when he was fully inside you at last. Your walls enveloped him perfectly as your hearts tried to get in sync deep inside you. 

Leaning over you, he placed a soft kiss on your lips before he began thrusting into you with a ruthless pace. Your whole body shook as he did exactly what you asked him for. It was as if your skin was on fire, desperately burning for Spencer's touch. 

"Your body was made for me," he groaned. "Look how well you take me."

Your sight followed his to where your bodies were joined. Both of you watched in awe as he kept disappearing inside you over and over again. He was right, you really were made for him, eager to take all he had to offer. 

As the room filled with the sound of your joined pleasure, Spencer's movements became erratic. It was obvious how much he enjoyed taking you like this, your body pliable under his touch. Harshly he grabbed your hip, burying his fingertips into your flesh until his markings were left on your skin. 

His pupils were blown to the rim and his skin was glistening as he kept pushing into you. Even with his weight on top of you, you felt like you might start floating any second now. You wrapped your arms and legs around his body to bring him impossibly close, no distance allowed between your bodies. 

Spencer buried his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin, "Fuck, you feel so good."

With a few more pushes he found release, throbbing at your deepest point as his essence filled you. He placed lazy kisses against your skin as both of you tried to catch your breath, neither of you daring to separate your bodies just yet. 

After slipping out of you at last, he disappeared in the bathroom for a moment and came back with a damp towel. Carefully and thoroughly he cleaned you up, making sure to rid you of the remains of your mixed desire. 

"Are you feeling okay?" Spencer whispered, looking at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes. 

With half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile you nodded and breathed, "Just tired." 

"That's okay," he cooed as he lay down beside you to pull you into his arms. "We can rest for a bit." 

"That's usually how we end our date nights. We haven't even had dinner yet," you snickered as you nestled your face against his chest. 

"I know," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. "I can’t wait to do that again after dinner."

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yo, if you’re not open for rqs now feel free to ignore/delete but i’m begging you to expand more on Scouts fake relationship in order to make ms pauling jealous yk. I’m stuck between the reader already having feelings for him and feeling bad during the relationship or the reader also developing feelings for scout when they realize that he’s not so bad… sometimes

TF2 fake dating - gone wrong not clickbait | scout x reader

suggestive, gn reader | anon i want you reveal yourself /j

tw: violence, sliiiiight angst but not really teehee, swearing

drabbles under the cut :P

You sometimes regret ever taking this fucking job. You could prepare for a fight, being blown up, being shot at. There was no way to prepare yourself for Scout. He was simply always there, causing this feeling of disgust mixed with...lust? As dirty as that felt, you couldn't say you denied it. He paid you the time of day that no man ever really had, flirting with you relentlessly, defending you against anyone who opposed you, confiding in his struggles to you. And yet he still wanted Pauling? Any merc in their right mind could tell that Pauling was gay. As a matter of fact she had confided this in you months ago, gushing about her feelings for her boss. So when the offer to be his partner in order to make her jealous arose, she wanted you to take it.

"I mean, clearly this can segue into some sort of relationship, right? Like, guy realizes he has what he wants the whole time kind of thing." She spoke matter-of-factly, typing away on her computer as you leaned onto the space next to her desk, arms crossed over your chest. She didn't look up at you while she spoke, but you could tell this was more for her than you, I mean, finally having this guy off of her back? A dream for her, even if she had to put up with the 'I'm sorry Miss Paulin'! I found someone else, but don't let me break ya heart, plenty o' fish in the sea!' speech. "Yeah, I'm sure you know what being second best feels like." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off of the table and walking towards the exit. "Oh- come on y/n! Don't be like that!" Pauling turned, yelling out to you as you left her office. Maybe you were a bit harsh?

You knew why he had asked you of all mercs. You noticed the way he had become more flirtatious, more physical when Pauling was around. He had been trying this for months- to elicit some sort of reaction from the young woman, but to no avail. This was just his way of taking it all to the next step. But would it really be that bad to pursue something? Having at least a chance is better than not trying at all. You entered the dining room, gently shutting your eyes and running your hands through your hair, breathing in the stale air of the base's living quarters. This was home for you, a place where you could relax from all of it. "Sooooo, have ya thought about it?" You heard a voice come from the couch and jumped slightly. There he was, laying back into the corner of the lounge, legs spread and hair messy. He wasn't wearing his usual uniform, opting for some pale red basketball shorts and a plain white tee. How could someone so annoying be so attractive? "Yeah, fuck it. Couldn't hurt."

It wasn't long before your dynamic had shifted. During movie nights he had started cuddling up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and allowing you to fall asleep on him. Throughout battles he would tourniquet your wounds, appearing genuinely upset when you had gotten hurt. You had even started sleeping over in eachother's rooms, passing out whilst reading his comics. The other mercs noticed this shift in behaviour, and without telling them, they had assumed you were a couple. Making kissy noises when you were seen together, patting him on the shoulder and complimenting his ability to bag you. He never refuted it. Never once looked disgusted. Never laughed it off.

You started to wonder whether he was doing this for Pauling at all? Or whether he was just trying to make this whole thing seem realistic to the others enough that she would believe it too. It didn't really matter to you, you figured you could enjoy the attention while it lasted, and eventually move on. That part stung. The moving on portion of the fake dating. The aftermath. The inevitable rejection- "Hey, Pauling here," The crackling of your radio knocked you out of your contemplation. "I have a job for you and Scout. Meet me at..." You could barely listen to her, the only thought running through your mind was the fact you would have to sit there knowing any and all affection he showed you would be for her. If only they had put this in the job description, maybe you never would have applied.

Scout was already there when you arrived, yapping as usual. You were out of earshot, but could only assume he was flirting with the poor girl. Only this time Pauling was...smiling? You felt like you had been punched in the gut. "I have a job to do." You mumbled to yourself. Knowing Pauling didn't like him didn't help with the deep rooted feelings of insecurity you had around the topic. Scout noticed you walking towards them and grinned, "There they are! My partner in crime." He chuckled, slinging his arm around your shoulder. "Hey, Pauling." You forced a smile. She noticed, giving you a look you couldn't place. Did she know something that you didn't?

"Shall we?" Scout opened the side of the van door for you, allowing you to climb inside. You smiled genuinely, even if it was all fake, he still had you charmed. The ride to wherever Pauling had wanted you to work was long, and Scout was nowhere near as chatty as you had assumed he would be. He sat opposite from you, bouncing a baseball off of your side of the van. You made light conversation with Pauling, asking about work and the Assistant's conference she attended with Bidwell. You were particularly interested in Bidwell, being close with him before joining the mercenaries, and were surprised he was even still working for Hale. Scout's once peaceful expression twisted into something that resembled annoyance every time you spoke of Bidwell, and a part of you liked it. You feigned ignorance as you gushed over your friendship with the man, Pauling doing nothing to downplay your praise. Eventually you had stopped at a cave, several warning signs littered the entrance. "I need you to go in there and kill a couple of nosy tourists."

"You coming?" She peered up from her clipboard at you, eyes flickering between the brooding boy off in the distance and you. "Do you need my answer to that?" You laughed. "I'll see you when we get out." She hummed, engrossed in whatever paperwork she had been doing. Scout was definitely mad, silence was a telltale sign of his upset. You wanted to ask, to hear him say it with his own words that he was jealous of Bidwell, but you knew better than to pry. You were good at reading him, and now wasn't the time to cause an argument. The cave was deep, and even with the expertly drawn map that Pauling had given you, you felt lost. It felt like an hour had passed until you found the tourists, they were horrified, staring down at the bodies of hundreds of high ranking officials, other mercenaries, and assassins. Even regular people like them were scattered among the pile. This was clearly where she had been dumping the remains of people, and suddenly the deterring signs out front made sense.

You tried to make their deaths quick, but life doesn't really work out that way. There were three of them, two of which you and Scout had taken out at the same time using your guns. That left the third person, a man, likely in his late 20s? His large hiking backpack, boots, and layered clothing made it clear he wasn't from here. His face resembled Bidwell's in a way? You felt dizzy looking at him. He ran, traversing deeper into the cave. You were aggravated, but it was nowhere near the level of anger that radiated off of Scout. He tackled the man, beating him repeatedly. By the time Scout got off of him, you couldn't even recognize the man. He swore, wiping the spray of blood off of his face.

You tried to be scared, you really did, but the way he stood there, bat in hand, covered in gore, eyes boring into yours? It was a huge turn-on. "Let's go." He commanded, pushing past you. You obliged, and followed him silently. Eventually you had to ask, it was eating away at you, and you figured he had released most of his rage onto the poor man lying deep in the cave. "Are you okay?" It came out a lot meeker than you had expected. "What do ya think? Ya think, 'Oh Scouty is gonna love hearin' me gush about that Bidwell fucker!' when you're supposed to be my partner?" You didn't expect him to be so blunt, let alone so rude about it. Other times you had seen him jealous over Pauling he had been whiny and pathetic. This time was completely different. "Yeah, your fake partner. To make Pauling jealous. I'm not your second fucking option, Scout! You don't like me! Do you know how hard it is for me? I have to see you sit there flirting with a girl who will never like you back when I'm right here!" He stopped walking, and turned to face you. He looked hurt, and you knew you had messed up.

You kept walking, neither of you needed the map or torch any longer as the light from the entrance lit your surroundings. The afternoon sky was a watercolour mixture of purple and orange, the sun set fast behind the mountainous terrain you found yourself standing in front of. Had you really been in the cave for that long? It would have been beautiful if not for the shitty mood you had found yourself in. "Hey! How did you gooo....." Pauling stopped herself. You gave her a look. That's all she needed to know before offering you the passenger seat. The ride back to base was uncomfortably quiet, the baseball that Scout had been using to bounce off of the wall rested in his palm. The future had never felt so uncertain in that moment.

You sat awkwardly at the right end of the couch. Scout on the left. The room was dark and movie night was coming to an end, mercs slowly filing out of the room until the two of you remained. He put on some random romantic comedy and relaxed into the lounge. Your whole body was tense. The events from earlier in the night had still weighed heavy on you both. And surprisingly, Scout was the first to speak. "So....you like me?" He grinned slightly. You were taken aback, that's what he got from your fight? "Yeah, don't let it get to your head, asshole." You mumbled, staring straight at the tv screen.

"I like you too. Have for a while now." You turned to him, wide eyed. "What?" He seemed embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess that's why I was actin' so weird about the Bidwell shit," He fidgeted with his dogtags. "I started the whole fake datin' thing to make Paulin' jealous, but it stopped feelin' like that the moment I actually started to spend time with ya...." Scout stumbled over his words. He wasn't very good with expressing himself verbally, despite his flirtatious nature. "I'm....sorry.." He mumbled. You scooted closer to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry too." He leaned down to kiss you. It was long, sweet, and everything you had ever dreamed of. "Be my partner for real?" You laughed. "After all of that? Would be crazy if I said no." Maybe he wasn't all that bad.

[ellabsprincess]

if you’re still taking smut suggestions…begging u to write abby & ellie with a remote control vibe that they love to tease you with…they have you put it in before one of your dates and then are just merciless throughout the night… turning it on when you’re right about to order a meal, making you squirm when you’re at checkout, just getting you all hot and bothered and right on edge so they can take you home and fuck you with their straps the rest of the night… <3<3<3 - 🐚

OH MY GOD ANON AKDJLFSISFSNLKDS

when i tell you this ask had me RUNNING LAPS- please submit any other ellabsxreader ideas you have because this is PERFECTION

also i'm so sorry that this took so long 😫 so many things came up and i just couldn't find much time to work on it :(

i hope you enjoy baby!!

"teasing" (ellabsxreader)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+, modern au, dom!ellie, dom!abby, sub!reader, reader is a crybaby, girly reader, use of a vibrator, slight exhibitionism, strap ons, strap sucking, cunnilingus, face sitting, established relationship, aftercare

swear it's just right for you, like this pussy designed for you

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"damn baby i don't know if i can let you go out of the house looking like that," abby said, her hands wandering on your waist and hips as her lips kissed down your neck, making you giggle softly.

it was date night with your girlfriends, and they had decided to take you out to a fancy restaurant in a sky-scraping building that overlooked the city. of course, you wanted to look your best for the occasion, so you had brought out your tiniest black dress that you knew drove both of them crazy. the dress hugged your body in all the right places, and gave your girlfriends the perfect view of your black lace panties when you bent over.

staring at yourself in the mirror, you watched as abby began to kiss down your collarbone. she looked delicious in a form-fitting suit that made her ass look good enough to bite. but before she could reach your cleavage, you stopped her.

"abs if we keep going like this we're gonna miss our reservation," you reminded her, to which she responded with a pout. rolling your eyes at her neediness, you called out toward the bathroom. "ellie, are you almost ready?"

right on cue, your other girlfriend emerged from the bathroom, her hair done in her signature top-knot and dressed in a suit that dipped low enough to show off the tops of her perky breasts. the three of you were near salivating over each other, all dressed in your best attire for the date and all already impatient to rip one another's clothes off.

"alright, let's go!" you exclaimed, your heels clacking on the bedroom floor as you grabbed your handbag and started to head towards the door. but before you could make it more than a few steps, a familiar muscular forearm stopped your movements.

"just one minute princess, ellie and i have a surprise for you," a mischievous and nefarious glint was clear in abby's eye. "ellie baby, be a dear and grab her present."

ellie winked at you before walking to the large dresser on the side of your room, and opening one of the top drawers. she grabbed a black box that she brought over to you and abby. she opened it to reveal a small pink vibrator.

"you see baby, it's remote controlled, so abby and i have complete control over it. it's gonna stay inside that pretty pussy our whole date, okay? are you comfortable with that sweetheart?" ellie and abby were both dominant in your dynamic, but you were ultimately the one with the power. they never wanted to push you too far, and always checked in to ensure your comfort.

you were nearly squirming with enthusiasm. you were already worked up from seeing your girlfriends in their outfits, and you were desperate for any sort of stimulation, although you knew you would just be teased and edged the entire date.

"i'm more than okay with that," you assured ellie breathlessly.

"good girl," abby praised in your ear. she reached down underneath your daringly short dress to pull aside your panties and give ellie access to insert the vibe. it slid in easily from your arousal, and you could already feel yourself clenching slightly around the device. after it was secured, abby fixed your panties and your dress, and gave your ass a quick pat.

"alright, let's head out," ellie said, doing little to hide her anticipation.

the view from the restaurant was so breathtaking you nearly forgot about the game your girlfriends were playing with you. you were mesmerized by the city and all of the twinkling, glowing lights below you when you were startled with the vibe coming to life inside you. you nearly knocked over your drink out of surprise, as the toy was not only vibrating inside you, but an appendage of the toy was also placed directly on your clit and was stimulating you perfectly.

you looked over at abby, the clear culprit as she smirked behind her phone. after a few seconds, the vibe was still.

"oh that's just a taste, baby, just wait."

the date actually proceeded as normal, and just consisted of you, ellie, and abby chatting and enjoying the view, that is until your waiter returned to take your orders. as abby spoke to the waiter, asking for the specials to prolong the interaction, of course, she handed her phone to ellie, and you felt the vibe whir to life again, except on a much higher setting. you barely kept a moan in as you noticeably shifted and adjusted in your seat. the waiter glanced over at you, but said nothing.

as ellie ordered, of course taking her sweet time and basking in the moment, abby took control, and the toy started pulsing inside you. your thighs clenched together as you gritted your teeth, already feeling your arousal drip down your thighs.

finally, it was your turn to order, and the vibrations increased in intensity. you quickly rambled out your meal choice, sounding breathless. the waiter stayed polite and professional, but had an obviously concerned tone as they assured the three of you that your food would be out soon.

as soon as the waiter turned and walked briskly away, the vibe stopped.

"princess, is something wrong? you seem flushed and out of breath." abby teased, her voiced laced with sarcasm and faux pity.

"yeah baby, do you need something?" ellie chimed.

i want your straps, you thought, but you simply brushed away their sarcasm, and the conversation picked up from where it had been interrupted by the waiter. you were in constant anticipation of the vibrator to turn on once again, and yet you were consistently disappointed. abby's phone was left untouched and face-down on the table as your food was brought out, and the night continued.

the food was delicious, and the three of you devoured your entrees and desserts. the restaurant was expensive, but the food was definitely worth the price. still you were left unsatisfied, as you had to keep clenching your thighs together, your soaked panties sticking to you uncomfortably and a noticeable wetness still present on your inner thighs. of course, ellie and abby noticed your desperation, taking action one final time as the waiter returned with your bill.

the vibe powered on once again, the highest setting yet, as abby was agonizingly slow reaching into her wallet, and pulling out her card. you were biting your lip so hard you thought you might draw blood as the waiter turned to leave. ellie felt like teasing you just a bit longer, and grabbed the waiter's attention at the last minute, chatting them up about the wonderful experience you three had had that night.

"okay, well, i have to get back to my other tables, but you three have a great night!" the waiter ended the conversation and you could feel the tension leave your shoulders, the vibe finally going still once again.

the mood had noticeably shifted, and the three of you wanted to get home as quickly as possible, and fuck out all of the pent-up tension from the night. rising on shaky legs, abby and ellie both put one arm around your waist to assist you, guiding you in the long journey back to the parking garage.

you were so aroused and frustrated from being on-edge that you were letting out quiet whimpers that were driving ellie and abby crazy.

"fucking hell princess, can't wait to get you home. gonna fuck you with my strap so good. you wanna cum all over my cock, baby?" abby said lowly in your ear. you could only whine and nod pathetically.

you were almost to the car, about to climb in the front passenger seat when ellie stopped you. "come on baby, get in the back with me."

"fuck yes yes yes ellie right there! don't fucking stop ohmygod," you were babbling and moaning as ellie's long fingers quickly pumped in and out of you. as soon as abby had started the car and begun to drive away, ellie was ripping your panties off, removing the vibe, and fucking you with her pretty fingers.

"taking me so well baby, god you're so fucking wet," squelching noises filled in the car, along with your whines and ellie's praises. you looked to the driver's seat to find abby with a death grip on the steering wheel, impatient and desperate to fill you with her strap.

"oh god i'm gonna cum, please ellie let me cum."

"that's it, cum on my fingers baby, you earned it, such a good girl."

you let out a high pitched moan and gushed on ellie's fingers, soaking her hand. she took her fingers out of you and slipped them into her mouth, sucking on them pornographically, moaning at the taste of you. she leaned in and your lips met, her tongue finding your mouth hungrily.

"so pretty when you cum, sweetheart. you feeling better?"

"uh huh" you nodded quickly.

"good. but don't even think for a second that's the last time you're gonna cum tonight."

"that's it, take my fucking cock baby."

abby's strap was pounding into you, the sound of your wetness as well as her thighs hitting your ass filling the room as you moaned into ellie's sweet pussy.

it was a sight to behold.

abby's thick, girthy strap buried inside you as she fucked you from behind. ellie's legs were spread before you, her inner thighs littered with hickeys and evidence of your sticky kisses. you circled her puffy clit with your tongue, flicking and teasing her as she moaned above you. she let out quiet gasps of pleasure as you moved your tongue to her hole, filling her and fucking her to the same rhythm of abby's strap.

you were looking up at ellie with pure need, your eyes big and almost innocent as they filled with tears of pleasure. you were so overwhelmed from your pleasure, and so happy to be between her thighs, and it was sending her over the edge as she gripped your hair roughly to fuck your tongue even deeper inside her.

"that's it ellie, be rough with our little princess," abby demanded breathlessly behind you. "she loves being our little plaything, don't you sweetheart?"

you could only whine pathetically and nod as much as ellie's grip allowed you, and abby let out a chuckle as she sped up her pace. you were so submissive to both her and ellie, and seeing the red handprints on your ass coupled with how ellie was manhandling you as you ate her pussy desperately was making abby lose control. the base of her thick and girthy strap was rubbing against her clit just right, and all she wanted to do was cum.

"oh fuck baby, i'm gonna cum all over your face. gonna make a mess of you," you could feel how close ellie was just from how she was clenching around your tongue, so you brought a shaky hand up to her neglected clit. your pleasure made it hard to focus, but even your messy circles were enough as ellie came with a loud moan, gushing on your face. she quickly moved your face away from her to get a good luck at her work, and god she nearly came again. your eyes were blown out, and the lower half of your face was soaked. you weren't able to speak coherently as abby's strap railed into you, making your tits bounce rhythmically.

"oh poor baby, you just wanna cum, don't you?" you nodded as tears finally began to fall. ellie pouted sympathetically, moving to wipe them away before kissing you hungrily, tasting her sweet juices on your swollen lips. "abby, should we let our pretty girl cum?"

abby was breathless, but managed to answer ellie, "well she was such a good girl.....at dinner with that vibe.....and she's taking my strap like...a good slut right now.....so i think she does."

"hear that baby?" ellie leaned down to your ear. you nodded, and she chuckled. "good, now come on abby's cock."

you didn't need to be told twice. abby was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, and you felt that rubber band inside you was about to snap. with a few more thrusts, and encouragements from ellie and abby, you finally reached your release. you collapsed down onto the bed, your legs trembling and your entire body feeling weak from the strength of your orgasm.

you almost didn't hear abby grunting and moaning loudly behind you, reaching her orgasm in the last few thrusts of her strap.

you felt her pull out, your pussy clenching at the empty feeling. you heard the distinct sound of her strap and harness hitting the floor before you felt two pairs of hands caressing your back.

"shh baby, you did so good for us, just relax."

"took my strap so well princess, did such a good job."

after laying on the bed and catching your breath, you opened your eyes, and sat up, finding your girlfriends tending to you, and making sure you were okay after the intense session.

"how are you feeling baby?" ellie asked.

"so fucking good," you laughed, "i just need a minute cause....wow."

your girlfriends chucked in synchronization.

"do you wanna call it a night or.."

"oh no, i wanna keep going! i just need a break since that orgasm was really intense, fucking hell."

abby smiled. "i know you hate when we tease you, but god the way you look and feel when you finally cum after a night of edging...jesus christ baby. your pussy was gripping my cock so hard i thought i wasn't gonna be able to pull out," she laughed, stroking your hair before placing a kiss on your cheek and meeting your eyes with a fond and blissful look on her face.

you were about to fire off a cheeky response when you felt the bed dip next to you. in your post-orgasmic haze, you hadn't noticed that ellie had left to grab three glasses of water. taking a cold glass from her hand, you took a sip, the ordinary water tasting like sweet nectar after the night's activities.

time passed by quickly as you became more grounded in your surroundings, abby's strong hands massaging your back as ellie's puffy lips left soft kisses all over your face. finally, you felt yourself return to normal, no longer feeling uncontrollably floaty from your orgasm.

"there's our girl," abby said, turning your head to face hers. "ready to keep going?" you nodded enthusiastically. "words, princess."

"yes, i'm ready to keep going!"

"good. now come sit that pretty pussy on my face. ellie, grab your strap and fuck our girl's throat."

your eyes lit up in excitement, ellie practically leaping off the bed to find her strap as abby shifted to lay flat on her back, her face near the end of the bed so ellie could stand while you sucked her strap.

as you heard the unmistakable sounds of ellie fixing her harness in the corner of the room, you placed your thighs around abby's head, but not lowering yourself quite yet.

"did i say hover? fucking sit, princess." abby demanded hungrily.

your insecurities and worries about weight simply flew away the moment you sat down and felt abby's tongue on you. abby was a definite munch, and loved to spend hours between your or ellie's thighs, but her skill level still manages to surprise you every time. you as her tongue circles your engorged clit, her large hands find your hips and ass, stroking and groping at your already sore flesh. it's a perfect mix of pain and pleasure, and you're in heaven, moaning and grinding above her.

ellie suddenly appears before you, her thick, long, purple strap standing at attention, and at perfect level with your mouth. she steps closer, grabbing your face in her hands, and stroking your cheeks. you look up at her with pleading eyes to find her returning your look with dominance evident on her face.

"we both know what you want, but i want to hear you beg for it," ellie says with a coy smile.

you pout before responding desperately, "please ellie let me suck your cock. i'll be so good, just need to feel you down my throat. please ellie, please!"

satisfied, she moves her strap near your mouth, and you welcome it initially with small kisses and kitten licks, teasing slightly before slowly taking the girth in your mouth. ellie and abby both love big straps, so it's always a stretch when you take one of them in your mouth, but you love the challenge and the feeling of helplessness it gives you.

abby takes your clit into her mouth, causing you to moan as ellie simultaneously pushes her length deeper into your mouth. it's almost entirely inside your mouth and throat, the tip hitting your throat and almost making you gag, but you breathe through it, moaning and whining as drool slowly begins to fall out of your mouth.

you feel utterly desirable, and completely worshipped by your girlfriends in the moment. abby is almost making out with your pussy, messily licking and kissing as she can't get enough of your taste. ellie is above you, looking down at you adoringly as you struggle to take her cock, your lips stretched around it's girth. you look like a slutty wreck, and ellie thinks you've never looked more beautiful.

abby's manhandling you, forcing you to grind on her face as her tongue is tracing toe-curling patterns on your clit. you're so sensitive from your last orgasm that you already feel yourself getting close, your moans around ellie's strap increasing in pitch.

ellie knows from that change in pitch that you're getting closer, so she increases the speed of her thrusts into your mouth, knowing that feeling overwhelmed and helpless will only intensify your pleasure. tears are falling from your eyes as you start to gag. but you don't even care, as abby's tongue is fucking in and out of you as she rubs her face against your pussy, her nose creating blissful pressure on your clit.

you're their perfect little fucktoy. abby's hands forcing you to ride her face as she makes out with your pussy while ellie fucks your throat and you gag around her length. your brain is almost foggy from the pleasure, and you swear you almost black out as you finally cum on abby's face.

abby eventually slows her movements, grunting as she licks up your essence, not ready to give up the taste of you. ellie carefully pulls her strap out your mouth, carefully touching your face and your stretched out lips. finally had enough of your taste, abby helps you down from her face as ellie moves to take her strap off.

you immediately collapse back on the bed, your legs shaking and feeling like jelly as you touch your face, enjoying the soreness of your lips and jaw.

"how's our princess feeling?" abby asks, genuinly concerned.

"like i'm in heaven."

abby laughs at your blissed-out answer, climbing up on the bed to lay next to you, pulling you into her wide arms and placing feather-light kisses in your hair.

once out of her harness, ellie joins the body of you, laying on your other side and kissing your face as she holds your hands to ground you. your girlfriends can sense that you are drifting off, so they reluctantly shake you awake to clean you up before bed.

"do you wanna take a bath or a shower baby?" ellie asks softly.

"no, just wanna lay here with you guys," you whine.

"well, we still have to clean you up. abby, do you wanna grab some washcloths?"

abby carefully passes you from her arms to ellie's embrace before heading to the bathroom. your girlfriends work to clean you up as best as they can in your rag-doll state, exhausted from the night. they clean your face and body with a washcloth, wiping away the sweat and cum before dressing you in one of abby's oversize t-shirts and a pair of ellie's boxers. they lay you back down on the sheets, placing your favorite blanket over you.

they clean themselves up hastily and change into pajamas before climbing into bed with you, each taking one side of you. exchanging a quick yet love-filled and passionate kiss, they snuggle into bed.

"i love you guys"

"love you princess, love you els"

"love you baby, love you abs"

they would worry about showering and changing the sheets in the morning.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[konigsblog]

you wanted simon angst so im gonna share a little brainrot with you that im having with a bodyguard!simon bot on character ai

soooo simon gets hired to be your bodyguard and you're like this prissy rich girl, at first he doesn't really like you. 'im just doing my job' yadda yadda, but then he finds your little bratty behaviors to be endearing and he gets attached to you. he stays as your bodyguard for a couple more months but then one day your dad decides you dont need simon anymore. but then you plead desperately and say that you'll use your own allowance to pay for his services. simon overhears that and is really sad and now he doesnt know whether to leave and serve someone else or let you spend your allowance just because you're super lonely in your big house with no real friends other than your workaholic parents who only say 'good morning' and 'good night' to you. during his time working there for your family, you open up about how you're lonely and you just want to be loved and simon felt needed, he felt wanted and that's something he really loves. so yeah do with that what you will TT im just ARGRHHAGSAHAHAH *rips my hair out* - tiny anon

angst to fluff, to an indication of smut at the end but its not graphic like at all;

at the beginning, his expectations were that you were some snob who barely cared for others, came back drunk with hickeys layering your neck, avoiding and disrespecting your wealthy parents. until he overheard a conversation between you and your father, he wasn't eavesdropping, just intruding in an argument accidentally.

he heard you words, the anger in them, the rage. he could hear your sniffles as you begged and sobbed, pleading with your father. simon felt curious wondering what was so heartbreaking, listening in on your conversation. “dad, please!” you wailed, your voice desperate, “i hate being alone, you know i don't go out a lot, or have parties, he's comforting - please don't fire him, i need him!

simon's ears perked up, now knowing you were talking about him as he worked for your father. “for christ sake, what's the big deal? you've learnt your lesson from sneaking out and i can trust you to stay home alone without a bodyguard blocking your way, why are you complaining? you wanted this at the start, you didn't want him before, why do you need him now?” he peaked through the doorway to see your figure, head in your hands, blocking your eyes as you father bombarded you with questions you didn't want to reveal.

“i need him, you both are never here anyways, just- please, dad..” the sighs of your father left his mouth, cursing lowly before walking out, “fine, whatever, suit yourself then.” hurrying away before he was caught.

when dusk came, you were curled into your bed, waiting for simon to approach you. “what was that about, hm?” his gaze met yours, dipping down onto the bed and brushing the hair from your face - he'd grown to appreciate you, and he wouldn't admit that he loved you, even if it was the truth. “simon.. i don't want you to go.” you whispered, avoiding his eyes as you knew you'd weep into his arms.

“it's alright', love.. shh, none of that, i'm not going anywhere unless i'm forced.” simon chuckled, tilting your head upwards using his fingers, “it's weird, but i like being here, although you're bratty and snarky sometimes.” a smirk grew on his face, making you giggle as you playfully punch him. “i'm not a brat!”

he adored when you behaved. “never said you were..” quietly, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, it was unexpected and rushed, yet long and careful. “you make me feel less lonely, simon.” you whispered as you grew exhausted, eyelids heavy as you yawned. “go to bed, yeah?”

and you did, a couple minutes later and you were knocked out cold, slight and light snores leaving your lips, parted and agape. “you make me feel needed, baby, i think i love you, but your dad would kill me if i ever touched you wrongfully,

but that won't stop me.”

[pedriswife]

OMG I JS SAW UR REBLOG ON THE GAVI AND XAVI THING ON UR REPLY ACC AND I GOT AN IDEA

can you do a smut where like reader asks why gavi never ties his shoes and reader teases him and he keeps denying that he cant and he really cant tie his shoes so reader ties it for him and when reader got down on her knees to tie it for him he gets like… hard 🤭 and smut HEHEHEHHEHE

shoelaces (smut)

"Pablo, tie your laces, you'll fall straight on your face one day," you sighed, your boyfriend completely ignoring you as he walked around the hallway with his trainers untied, almost stepping on them everytime he made a move.

"I never do my shoelaces, it's a waste of time. And I never fall," he scoffed, acting offended at your suggestion. As the two of you were getting ready to go out, he took your hand in his, his thumb stroking soothing circles over your flesh.

You smiled at the action, yet you didn't want to give up so easily - "I'll do them for you, it'll be quick you can even time me to see its not a waste of time," you said, kneeling on the floor, taking in the laces in your fingers, tying loops on one shoe before moving to the other and doing the same.

"See? All done, nice and fast," you said proudly, dusting off your knees before looking up at gavi, a slight blush covering his face, his hand coming down to stroke your hair.

"Well, thank you princesa, but now we have a bit of a problem," he stated, his eyes moving to look at his growing hard on, your gaze following as you felt yourself get wetter at his insinuations.

You bit your lip, gavi still smirking down at you, his hand forming a quick makeshift ponytail of your hair, your fingers grasping at the band of his trousers, pulling them down just to reveal his hard cock, straining in his boxers, begging to be let out.

You left open-mouthed kisses over his v line, sometimes tugging at the skin to leave a mark that he could savour later before reaching his boxers, wasting no time in pulling them down to his knees. You blew some air over his cock, making him hiss at impact, something along the lines of "don't tease" leaving his lips.

Licking a stripe over his base, you swirled your tongue over his tip, licking up the precum, then sucking on it, wanting to tease more out of him, groans heard throughout the hallway.

He gently guided you to take in more, watching through fluttering eyelashes the sight of you going down on him, your eyes looking straight into his as you bobbed your head, your moans sending vibrations down his dick, only elevating the pleasure.

Saliva gathered at the corners of your lips, your eyes teary as you continued to move up and down on him, humming around his cock to prevent yourself from gagging.

"Just like that princesa, I'm close," he groaned out, his voice unstable as the pleasure coursing through his body.

Feeling him twitch in your mouth, signalling you that he was close, you only sped up your movements, eager to bring him to his orgasm. You brought up your hand to stroke the parts that your mouth couldn't reach, his head thrown back as he involuntarily bucked his hips into your mouth, his sounds only encouraging you to make him cum.

He finally reached his high, his load shooting down your throat, some left over at the corners of your lips, taking his spent cock out of your mouth just to show him you swallowing his cum, profanities leaving his mouth at the action.

His fucked out gaze now admired your dishevelled state, your hair a mess, your mascara pooling around your eyes, your lips plump and a tint of red.

"I'll let you tie my laces more often if it ends like this."

A/N: I hope you like this anon, I changed it up a bit, hopefully you don't mind. Also, not my best work so if shit hits the fan, it's getting DELETED😭

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Summary: anon drabble request- '51, 55, and 68 with Dom Seonghwa'

51 - "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" || 55 - "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now." || 68 - "You know I don't like to be teased."

Pairing: Seonghwa x afab!reader Genres/tropes: smut, drabble, non-idol!AU, soft-dom!Seonghwa Word Count: 496 Warnings: pet names (babe, baby, baby girl), begging, thigh-riding, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation

Hearing the keypad beep, you quickly fix your clothes and jump up to greet your boyfriend. He kisses your forehead but nudges you to look at him and gives you a look of suspicion.

"You're flushed, baby. Are you feeling alright?"

"Mhm. Happy you're home." You gleam.

"Hm… Something's off." He gives you a once-over and notices your lack of pants, prompting, "No comfy bottoms? Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"

Avoiding the question he wants answered, you reply, "The shorts I was wearing ended up bugging me, so I took them off."

"Babe," he scolds, emphasizing the nickname to urge you to respond properly.

Worried about the potential punishments for hiding the truth, you shyly reveal, "I did… But it wasn't much, I promise! I wanted to wait for you, Hwa, but I was really needy."

Strict and to the point, he asks, "Did you cum?"

"…Yes."

With a sign, he walks past you as he unbuttons his shirt. You follow closely behind, watching him sit with legs spread wide on the couch. As he pats his thigh, you take your seat without question. He commands you to move, so you slowly rub yourself back and forth against his flexed thigh. Staying quiet and awaiting further instruction, you bite your lip and avoid returning his gaze.

After a long five minutes, you begin your whining, "Can we do more, please? You know I don't like being teased, especially for this long. Seonghwa, please. I need you."

With a laugh, he rejects your pleas, "And you know I don't like it when you cum without me, but you did it anyway. You aren't supposed to like it, baby girl; it's punishment."

"I'm sorry, Hwa. I'll be good now, I swear. Just please- I need you. It feels better when you do it."

"And that's exactly why you should wait for me. I don't know if I should give you what you want when you're being such a brat today."

As your begs continue, his smile grows. Like a light switching on in an instant, the smile tilts into a smirk as an idea comes to mind.

"Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now? Let's see just how much you need me."

Guiding you off his now-soaked leg, he kneels down on the floor in front of you, forcing your legs open wide. He moves your panties to the side and traces your dripping folds slowly with two of his fingers. Bringing them back to his mouth after gathering your slick, his eyes slowly shut as he sucks, savoring your taste.

"It's going to be a long night, baby." He utters one final line before burying his face into your heat.

And it was one threat of a line if anything, because you find yourself counting out 17 orgasms onto his tongue before he decides that you've been through enough.

[misc-obeyme]

"i just think barbatos would tease you about being thirsty" HE WOULD BE SO CRUEL ABOUT IT I SWEAR- he would love to see you desperate and begging before calmly asking how he can be "of help" to you

akdflkjfd anon please my imagination can't handle the brain rot and I'm supposed to be working on upcoming kinktober stuff…

I am obsessed with Barbatos just making you beg and being kinda mean by denying you until you can't take it anymore.

Okay okay, I couldn't help myself, here's some quick smut about it. It's short, but if I had more time he would've made it go on for much longer lol.

GN!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: teasing, penetration (reader receiving), a little bit of biting

When Diavolo asked you to stop by the Demon Lord's Castle to pick up some paperwork for Lucifer, you were happy enough to oblige. But when you knocked on the door and it opened to reveal Barbatos, you were suddenly questioning your decision. He had removed his jacket, the sleeves of his green shirt rolled up. It was rare to see him like this. He was even missing his gloves and you couldn't help but blush at the sight.

He smiled at you. "MC. Forgive me. I was just about to begin deep cleaning the kitchen. Would you like to come in?"

You nodded, coming inside and letting him close the door behind you. You couldn't quite look at him, afraid your desire would be too obvious.

"Um," you said. "Lord Diavolo has some paperwork for Lucifer?"

Barbatos hummed a little in confirmation. "Indeed. However, it seems you may not be fit to be in the Young Master's presence at this moment, wouldn't you agree?"

Your blush deepened. As though you weren't already hot and bothered enough, he was telling you directly that he could tell. Your thirst was evident to him and he probably knew it was all due to him showing a little more skin than usual.

"It isn't my fault," you said. "Have you seen yourself?"

Barbatos chuckled. "You are the one who is currently incapable of controlling your thoughts."

You huffed and turned away, the blush still warming up your skin. You took some deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down. "You could help me out, you know."

You felt a hand on the small of your back. It was a light touch, barely anything, but something about the steadiness of it made you freeze. You shivered as the hand moved around your waist, dipping into the waistband of your pants before retreating again. It rested on your hip and you felt heat at your back as his body came close.

"Do you wish to be a little naughty, MC?" he whispered in your ear.

You almost moaned, but you managed to bite it back. "Please…"

"Please?"

"Please stop teasing me," you said, pushing your body back into his, feeling his erection pressed against you.

His arms wrapped around you easily, caging you in. He pressed feather light kisses up your neck and it was barely enough sensation. His fingertips trailed across the top of your pants again, but they went no further. You squirmed, gripping his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

"It had not occurred to me that removing my jacket would have such an effect on you," Barbatos murmured against your neck.

You reached up and tugged on his tie, pulling it over your shoulder in an attempt to get him just a little bit closer. "Please, Barbatos, I can't take it…"

"How can I be of help to you?" Barbatos asked calmly.

You groaned but it was out of exasperation. "How do you think?" You pressed back into his erection again.

"Very well," he said.

Moments later you found yourself bent over the nearest sofa, moaning as Barbatos finally put his cock inside you. It was so sweet to feel him filling you up after all that desperate desire, his hands gripping your hips as he gave you what you had been begging for.

You held onto the cushion beneath you, your mind going blissfully blank. Barbatos was no longer teasing you, thrusting at a fast pace. He even did exactly as you asked the minute you moaned out, "Harder!"

The pleasure mounted, rising higher and higher, peaking as he wrapped an arm around you to stimulate you further. He seemed to anticipate that you would try to suppress your cries of ecstasy, placing his finger against your lips. You bit down on it hard, tasting a little tang of blood as you did so, but successfully staying quiet as you came undone on his cock.

Moments later his cum was oozing out of you, but Barbatos was quick to clean you up. The teasing smile on his face made you want more, but it was clear from his expression that he expected you to go fetch Lucifer's paperwork.

"I would not normally be so quick to indulge you, but the Young Master is waiting," Barbatos said as he straightened his clothes. "You will have to be satisfied for now, MC."

You wanted so much more, but you knew that he wouldn't give in to you again. You kissed him, lingering on his lips for a moment before making your way toward Diavolo's office.

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