#go lick some more fucking boots if this is how you feel honestly

[horce-divorce]

if you're lgbt (esp if you're trans) and you want to defend blood libel: the official video game of transphobes everywhere, and/or you think that the rest of us Mean Trannies are being "bad ambassadors" / "creating more transphobes" by merely expressing just how fed up we are rn?

first of all, NO ONE said you couldn't do that, babes. your choices say far more about your moral fiber than i ever could, and you're the one who has to live with that decision, NOT me. god fucking bless.

two, as much as you're allowed to play the game and say whatever you want about jkr? I am ALSO allowed to opine in a way you may find displeasing, and here's my latest Spicy Hot Fucking Take:

I did not stay in the closet for FIFTEEN YEARS to be told by OTHER TRANS PEOPLE that I might as well have just stayed there if my presence is gonna make CIS PPL uncomfortable.

THEY DIDN'T THROW BRICKS AT STONEWALL SO YOU COULD TELL ME IT MATTERS LESS FOR ME TO EXIST LOUDLY AND AUTHENTICALLY IN THIS WORLD THAN FOR A FUCKING VIDEO GAME TO BE ABLE TO.

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY FUCKING TED TALK.

🖕

[diacripticcomplex]

Please can I have Yui x shin smut? (Sorry if I didn’t do this right)

Shin's POV:

What am I to do with her? Killing her would be too easy, would completely ruin the point of this punishment, my brother would urge me to lock her up and maybe have her whipped for this discretion, however I wanted to do something more detrimental. Watching her right now, all cornered with nowhere to run off to, no one will save her. "It's not what you think..!" she had the nerve to even try to defend herself. "It's rather too late to be trying that now, don't you think?" I say, laughing a bit, it was ridiculous she's so silly, she does have this impact on me. Her stupidness makes me laugh uncontrollably sometimes too. I think I came up with a solution to this ordeal, I will humiliate her in front of her previous owners since she allowed them to plague her with their disgusting bites. I summoned one of our familiars to get me a dog collar and leash. "What are you doing with tha-" she began to question, as is her way but I cut her off by grabbing her by the throat, bringing her for a messy sloppy kiss, making sure she practically suffocates. While she's melting in my kisses I take this opportunity to wrap and lock in the collar and leash.

I don't think she realizes cause she's still craving my kisses and moaning slightly into them, if I wasn't so pissed at her I'd gladly give her some good loving. But I am pissed. I yanked the leash so hard to push her away from me, she yelped in shock, it was rather enticing. Hm, how to humiliate her some more. I tear her clothing off her, leaving only her underwear and bra. They were white and boring looking, perhaps staining them with her blood would look nicer. I use my nails to scratch her deeply, smearing the blood on her butt and breasts. my handprint was nice and visible, in her attempts to protest during this I yanked her down to my boots. I spat on her face and told her to lick my boots clean. Now if she does it, that is honestly insane but I want to see the limits of her humility, how much can this stupid silly girl take?

"Shin, I can't do that..please don't make me.." she made that unhappy face of hers, I kicked her down as a result and then dragged her all the way to the shit smelling Sakamaki Manor, it was very cold outside, she honestly might get that human illness from this cold, I forgot the name of it but my brother knows what it is called, he studied the human body and mind while we were imprisoned, he doesn't like to admit it but he is fascinated by these weak creatures.

We made it to the manor, entering was no issue; these weak sub species don't have proper locks. "Oi you disgusting bastards, show yourselves!" I shouted. "...Shut up, you're so loud." the laziest bastard had the audacity to say, I laughed at this. " I'll show you who's loud." I state looking right at her, I was going to violate her right in front of all these smelling scums. "What the hell are you doing here?" the one named after a car brand asked me, then his eyes looked down at the situation his former prey was in. "What the fuck did you do to her..!" His shouting caused the lazy one to open his eyes. "Heh...looks like the slut got what she wanted..who cares.." he said, not a care in the world, I wish I had that type of attitude, I feel like I care too much sometimes. "This is highly irregular, why are you here?" The tall glasses one asked. "I'm waiting for all you bastards to get down here so I can show you all something." I state, glaring right at him. Soon enough the troubled triplets who I was related to came down. "What the hell is going on?" the annoying red headed one stated. I smirked at his question then yanked the leash once more, bringing her super close to me. I started to unbuckle my belt and take out my piece, which I had no issue with. I was proud of this piece and urinated on her in front of them. "What in the world...Why is he peeing on her!?" the Purple haired crybaby asked. "She seems like it~ Little bitch really is heartless" the perverted one moaned out, but regardless they all looked at me with such shock and unhappiness in their eyes, I quite literally enjoyed that, more than that her beaten face and body were getting me hard. I decided to defile her right there, she protested the whole time but that just enthralled me even more. These Sakamaki bastards knew not to interfere, she was no longer their slave, just mine.

[glittercake]

would you ever write more sam in lingerie? 🫣

Here you go, Anon:

E | 800w | some more lingerie here | and another one here.

Getting undressed after missions is honestly the highlight of Bucky’s day. He can't wait to get rid of all the straps and leather and buckles that protect and bind him, kick his boots off and feel the cold tile under his feet. 

Sam’s quick to unbuckle the suit, too. And, alright, perhaps Bucky lied. This has got to be the highlight of his day. He always loves watching Sam suit-down, watching his worn knuckles work that zip open from his neck to his navel. The way he lets the top half hang around his waist while he stretches his arms and cracks his neck. It’s enough spank bank material for a lifetime. Never mind that he gets to take Sam home every night, have him all to himself in all kinds of dirty ways. 

But tonight, when Sam slides the zipper down, Bucky’s in for something else entirely. 

At first he’s not sure he’s seeing correctly. He is one hundred and seven goddamn years old and maybe all those years are finally catching up to him. 

He squints, tilts his head sideways, but then Sam catches him looking and smirks, and Bucky just knows he’s not mistaken.

Because, yeah, underneath the stealthy navy blue and muted silver vibranium, there’s a glimpse of scarlet lace peeking out. 

“Sweetheart,” Bucky says, dropping his gun harness on the carpet. He can’t tear his eyes away from Sam’s chest. Thinks he’s gotta be dreaming. “What the fuck is that?”

“What’s what, Buck?” Sam’s got that pretty little smile dancing across his lips. One that is all too insinuating for how innocent he’s acting. 

“No, come on,” he says, goes over. Sam lets him yank the suit open, slide it down his arms. “Jesus fucking Christ?” He looks at Sam—who has an infuriatingly content air about him—but his eyes struggle to focus on one place. 

The lace is so delicate he thinks one solid tug could rip it apart. It spans over Sam's chest, little satin strings looping the balls of his shoulders to hold it up. Bucky’s thumb slips underneath. Sam’s battle warm skin and the smooth fabric sends an electric vibration up his left arm and it gives a deep mechanic purr. 

“Oh, that got you going, huh?” Sam licks his lips. Bucky’s eyes flip up to him when he speaks. His brain’s going way past the speed limit, trying to comprehend this. “There’s more, though.” 

“Darlin’,” Bucky says, incredulous, “what more could there possibly be?” His eyes fall back to the red lace clinging to Sam’s skin. He wants to yank Sam’s body against his, has an inexplicable urge to press that dainty material against his rough leather gear and buckles, wants to see the contrast. Wants to feel it. Wants to fuck Sam just like this bent over the counter. 

And then Sam slips the suit over his hips and there really is more. God, there’s more. That was a dumb question.

Same delicate lace, same bright red, draped over the dips that cut down from his hip bones to his dick. 

“Fuck,” Bucky says, he frowns then looks up. “You had this on the whole goddamn time?” 

Sam shrugs. “Maybe. You like it?” he laughs, steps out of the suit so it’s just him in this get-up standing in front of Bucky. 

“Sweetheart, that ain’t the word.” He smooths his hands down Sam’s sides and Sam arches into the touch. Bucky slips his fingers underneath the thong’s straps and pulls, watches it dig into Sam’s skin. He lets his fingertips travel forward until he reaches Sam’s bulge trapped behind the lace. He pauses, careful with the dainty fabric, then traces his finger tip ever so gently along the thong’s seam and Sam’s shaft.

Sam shudders from the bare touch, dick twitching in its confinement, and finally leans in to kiss Bucky. And that does it, it derails any other thought Bucky has going on. He scoops Sam up, lowers him to the floor, and gets his mouth on the lace. 

Sam grabs at his hair, and for a second he regrets growing it out because it stings, but that soon melts into a feverish want in his gut. He bites down, gets a good mouthful of Sam’s pec and red lace in his mouth, sucks his nipple through the fabric. Feels Sam squirm beneath him, urging him on. 

“Shit, baby,” Sam says, reaches between them and gets Bucky free of his zip, lines them up—bare skin on lace—and then sighs like it's balm on a wound for him. “If I knew this was all I had to do to get you on me—”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky cuts him off, groans when his cock finally rubs up against Sam's. “Fuck—All you gotta do is look at me, you know that.”

Sam bites at Bucky's bottom lip, tugs at it with his teeth, and smirks because he knows. Of course he knows that.

He’s known that since they first laid eyes on each other.

[featherlouise]

Do you think hollow knew what to expect when radiance was sealed in them? I doubt anyone would have explained exactly what would happen and I don’t think most people would actually know what it’s like to literally contain a goddess so do you think they were expecting to just die or whatever during the sealing but then they pop up in the dream battle and they’re instantly confused. Lmao

I adore the idea of them taking one look at the massive looming moth goddess and going “nah, fuck this shit. I sure as shit Did NOT sign up for this bullshi-“ and radiance gets to watch hollows short mental spiral and after they calm down they both just shit talk PK until ghost shows up.

I know it’s ooc and it isn’t my headconon but it’s a funny thought lol (soz for the long ask)

Ooooo that’s a great question actually!!

I don’t think anyone really knew exactly what to expect, not even PK, but I do think it was a pretty safe guess that there would’ve been a fight of some kind, hence Hollow being trained in combat and magic. And I don’t think anyone really told Hollow explicitly??? But they’re not stupid and would’ve caught on what was expected of them during others’ conversations.

Or!! It’s honestly possible that PK talked AT them about what he suspected would happen when they were sealed, kinda like Rubber Duck Debugging.

Though I can imagine it was a surprise when they ended up surrounded by pretty clouds, only for the SUN TO SPROUT WINGS AND ATTACK THEM

As for what I think actually happened!! (Ik u didn’t ask about this I just wanna talk about it absnddjdd)

I’m really intrigued by the idea of an eternal battle, BUT what I find more interesting is the idea of Hollow and Radi having a series of shorter battles throughout their imprisonment.

Every time Hollow won, Radi would retreat to lick her wounds and Holly would get some peace for a while. Maybe there was actually some talking during these moments.

Whenever the Radiance won however, Hollow is knocked out of the dream world (like how Ghost is booted out when u lose dream battles) and they’re confronted with the reality that their body is actively falling apart.

During those moments, while they’re frantically trying to calm down enough to re enter the dream realm, they’re in so much pain that it feels like they’re burning from the inside out.

Usually the only noise in the temple is that of their own ragged breathing and the occasional drip, drip, drip of the infected parts of them leaking. At one point, they hear a loud wet slap on the ground, and they turn their head to find that their arm has rotted off.

Meanwhile, Radi uses these moments where she’s not occupied by Hollow’s murder attempts to spread her infection further.

Every time they lose they put up less and less of a fight, until one day they break completely, and the Radiance completely takes over (queue Ghost arriving in Hallownest)

The idea of them both just gossiping about PK for centuries is SO funny to me tho honestly shdbdjdns

All jokes aside though!! I do like to think that some conversations were had between the two!! I doubt they were friendly conversations at all, but I think it’s an interesting concept to explore :D

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but a magical toy that pulls a green lantern "needs it most" routine? BRILLIANT. The chaos! The secrets! The PINING. And you KNOW I am, as always, trying to convert people to my Civilian!Tim Stan club~! It always causes so much more CHAOS when he's off the Bat Leash! So IMAGINE it:

Some uppity magic user. Trying to Make It In Gotham(tm). Realizing the HARD way that Bat-boot to the face is how Batman says hello. Panic flailing and shooting off every spell he knows. Landing none.

Throws THAT spell. The one he learned for his girlfriend but then she dumped him and he never got to use it. (Look he's PANICKING, okay?!) But he ALSO smashes it together with... something? He's not sure. He's trying and failing to dodge.

It HITS something.

Tim, on a roof. Trips over a bit of piping he doesn't see and gets hit. Oh no! But? Huh. He's fine? Sweet. Back to pictures then. The night concludes. But WAIT! This is an AU! Tim is a civilian! So who's ROBIN? Jason! Stressed as hell. B is being unreasonable and Damian's a Lil [redacted]. But what is THIS? Upon his bed? A fleshlight?

Real cute guys. Probably Dick's way of telling him to calm down. Or some creepy olive branch from B. Who knows. But he checks it out. And it feels AMAZING. Life like. He honestly gets engrossed, playing with it, exploring it. Wondering how it works. It even gets WET! It's a tight fit but he works it down onto to himself. Works loose and squelching. Oozing with he's lost COUNT of how many loads. It's the BEST.

It's the first night of Timmy's new night issues. Sometimes even DAY issues. Every night it's someone different. Some are super human fast. Some are so big he feels impaled. Sometimes they clearly aren't human. They slide in to him like they have every right to use him for their pleasure. To take and ram and fill him up then LEAVE. Oozing seed and twitching on the floor or on his bed or at school. Whenever THEY decide. And he has to hide it. Be the respectable Drake heir.

And the Cape community? Losing their damn minds! There is a toy. SOMEWHERE. THEIR toy, as far as they're concerned, and they CANT FIND IT. They NEED it back. It's the best stress relief of their LIFE. Someone TOOK it.

And of course, after the pounding of a life time by a Kryptonian. That poor stuffed hole flickers away to the next horny soul. Constantine. Who's like. "The fuck. This is attached to someone." He respectfully, caps it up, and brings it in. Cue mass glaring and cold sweating. What'cha got there john?

Well, some poor soul is LITERALLY getting fucked over... *continues reporting*

*dots connect in various heads*

Hysteria. What would their mother's say. Not even a drink first! They have SO many make up orgasms to give somebody. They have to find them! Before anyone ELSE! They are the ONLY one who would treat that pus- I mean, PERSON right!

And Tim? Prayers answered. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, man. You think he can keep up with Earth's Finest? Let him die a little, okay?? Just... just pass out for a bit. Festive little coma. Oww his puss. Brutes. All of them brutes. When he finds out, he gonna demand to be ROMANCED. Get the GUCCI fan merch. Seduced! THE MOST pillow of pillow princesses! D:< Justice for Tim puss!

tim's poor pussy 🥺🥺🥺 tim's little baby no-longer-a-virgin puss has been put through the wringer, always getting fondled, fingered, licked, or fucked. he hasn't gotten a break longer than a few hours since it began. sometimes the cocks inside him keep going even after tim can feel their thick cum sitting inside him. the worst part about the toy (or rather the best part of it for people using it) is that all the cum released into it is absolutely pressed into tim.

tim spends most of his days getting sloppily wet and having cum pumped into him. by the time that it reaches constantine and they're able to reverse engineer both the magician and find the "victim" in all of this- tim is already several weeks pregnant 😱. all the heroes who have been fucking tim all have to come to terms with the fact that they MAY have knocked up this civilian👀👀👀

[sleepykamukura]

i think ashe is one of the most agonizing characters for me to think about because she’s just like me

her family is a shitshow. i’ve never seen people acknowledge that her parents were genuinely abusive past “ashe’s family sucks.”

neglect is abuse, manipulation is abuse, and it’s implied in a one-off that her mother threatens to hit her

so, long long ramble analysis of ashe’s parents

Graduation Day

ashe’s day starts well, excited to graduate, finally be out of a shitty school with shittier peers. her parents promised to be there, and they weren’t. this also isn’t the first time, according to ashe

she’s upset, she wants to be alone. unfortunately, being alone is what gets her into trouble

The Fight

so obviously a 17yo girl getting cornered by two teenage boys is definitely not a great situation, and the cops not believing ashe was defending herself baffles me

her parents have me even more confused. do you have so little care for your kid that you’re more worried about your image than your safety?

they tell her they’ll disown her, which is fucked. this is a threat, this is abuse

Calamity

when the original gang(tm) have her come up with a code name for their trip to cutthroat trout’s, ashe doesn’t think of a nickname or something badass, she thinks of her mother fussing at her over an accident

The House

this is the biggest piece to me.

ashe’s parents are home on her birthday, they’re angry, they’re either unaware of or unbothered by the fact a kid (cole) has been kidnapped off their property, they’re unbothered that their daughter was inside a burning building, they’re more bothered by their money being at risk

“Oh honestly, Elizabeth,” she said, sounding exasperated, “did you really believe we were going to disown you? Our only child?”

Ashe blinked at her parents, utterly bewildered.

“You were out of control,” her father continued. “You needed to be taught a lesson. Yes, it was a drastic step to make you think we were going to cut you off, but something needed to be done to convince you to clean up your act!”

The world seemed to warp around Ashe, twisting in some way she couldn’t comprehend. Were they telling the truth? Or was this simply a performance, a rewriting of the punishment they’d threatened, in order for her parents to save face in front of Bellerae’s police force?

Something needed to be done.

You needed to be taught a lesson.

to me, this implies that ashe’s parents rewrite their punishments frequently when it doesn’t go how they want to emotionally confuse her

Her mother looked surprised, but only for a moment. Then her eyes went hard. “You know, Elizabeth, I used to think you were misguided, a little too spirited for your own good. I thought having to confront the idea of being on your own would be to your benefit. But now I know better: At your core, you’re nothing more than a base, common criminal.”

“Strange,” said Ashe, glaring right back. “I would have thought that made me the perfect candidate to work with you and all those corporate buddies whose boots you line up to lick.”

Her mother’s hand flickered up, as if she was about to slap Ashe, but it stopped halfway. “Sheriff,” she called instead. “Get over here.”

wow! ok! even if she doesn’t actually hit her, its still wrong to threaten people (let alone your kids) with physical violence

The Aftermath (Part One)

Less than an hour later, she was free. And poor, once again. Her bail, covering the many crimes she was accused of, had been astronomical—taking almost everything there was in the gang’s shared account. That had left a feeling like a hole in her gut, but it was nothing compared to the one eating deeper and deeper as the minutes ticked by and the Diamondbacks still had [Cole]. And yet, she couldn’t help but reflect on how her parents’ interference had left her exactly where they had intended—eighteen, penniless, and without anywhere to call home.

But even if her blood relations had cast her aside, Ashe had found a new family to take their place.

And one of those people was in trouble.

ashe’s family isn’t blood anymore. her parents have hurt her over and over again for eighteen years, and to me i can interpret this of her being drained of every possible drop of love for her parents. they don’t seem to love her, why should she be obligated to love them? the gang treats her better, they respect her, they’re an emotionally stable environment.

The last few months had been the first time in years she’d been happy in this house. Now she was walking its halls for what was likely the final time.

The thought didn’t bother her half as much as she might have expected.

the house is devoid of ashe’s real family (the gang), making it worthless to her in the end.

Packing only some clothing and a few personal items. Everything else, she was happy to abandon. It wasn’t her, not anymore. In the end, the entirety of her life at Lead Rose Manor came to less than half a rucksack.

nothing in the manor mattered to her, i interpret this as her only things she brought was things she bought with her own money

If her parents had kept their promise, she never would have met [Cole], or Julian, or Frankie. And that opened a bigger hole in her than the thought of never seeing Lead Rose again.

This was no longer her home. Arbalest was no longer her company. And her parents were no longer her family.

<- refer to last excerpt’s comment

The Aftermath (Part Two)

right after ashe declares the gang is her only family, it’s revealed that julian is the one who betrayed her. obviously this is messed up, it’s upsetting, and she’s angry.

Frankie’s expression turned even stonier than when she’d looked at Julian. “I’m not saying I don’t understand, but … I’d never betray you—or Jesse, or even B.O.B.—like that. I thought you’d know that by now. But I’ll give you that one mistake.” She locked eyes with Ashe. “Next time you doubt me, I’m done. That’s not something I’ll forgive twice. Understood?”

to me this feels like ashe’s treatment in her childhood has altered her perception of others. her parenrs betrayed her and broke promises a lot, at least as far as we’re told. obviously ashe is quick to jump to conclusions, but luckily frankie is willing to give her a chance to learn not everyone is like that

But even though [Cole] was smiling, one of his eyes was nearly swelled shut, and there was dried blood on his chin from a split lip.

Ashe wheeled on Bez and shoved him into the wall of the cavern. “What did you do to him, you son of a—”

this isnt super important, to me it’s just ashe taking on the overprotective role her blood family never did for her

Seeing them now, gathered and wearing their new insignia for the first time, triggered a strange feeling, one that was so unfamiliar it took her a moment to identify it.

Home. This felt like home.

“But more than a gang,” she continued, “we’re a family. And like a real family, once you’re in Deadlock, you’re in it for life.”

ashe’s blood family is gone, but she has the gang now. maybe her methods are harsh, but she does it in a way they gives out the feeling of love and safety her parents never provided for her

The Aftermath (The Finale)

although we don’t see cole’s betrayal, to me it’s implied he was forced to cut contact with ashe. maybe it’s just a throw away line, but ashe remarks that cole promised he’s right, yet he never did. ~20 years with no contact doesn’t seem like something usual for cole, even if he was disagreeing with how deadlock was straying from its original path.

ashe had been stabbed in the back before, first her family, then julian. of course it hurt when she thought cole betrayed her, the first person to attempt to even understand her, the person she was willing to risk her life to save.

cole having contact with ashe probably wasn’t forcefully cut off, but he instead decided it was safer for her and the rest of the gang for him to not contact him, in preparation of his contact being tracked by overwatch to potentially do another operation on the deadlock gang

okay it’s 4:30am and i’ve been writing for 2hrs now and i’m done uhhh i would love any additional content and observations and analysis ^_^ i like seeing other people’s interpretations

[awhoreintheory]

Welcome to the Circus

check tags / ch1 / here / ch3 / ch4 /

ao3

The computers in the library were big and clunky, and honestly reminded Peter of the computers from his elementary school. Different brand, though. 

Peter pursed his lips, because… How is that name pronounced? Wayne? Like… Like Kanye? With a “W”? Way-an-ae? This is a terrible name. Why doesn’t this place have any Stark computers? They are way more efficient, plus a bunch of the older models just went on a huge sale.

Peter sighed, going to run his hand through his hair, but was immediately caught in all the tangles. He grimaced. He’ll definitely need to find somewhere to shower— and a change of clothes. And some shoes. Peter swallowed his groan of annoyance. While hygiene was, in fact, very important, Peter needed to figure out where specifically in Jersey he was first, and then where the hell Doctor Strange was. And then get Karen back up and online. 

Peter fidgeted anxiously as the computer booted up, the outdated fan spinning with all its might. Peter twitched at the squeak, the sound of someone grinding their teeth in front of him, and someone licking their fingers before turning the page of their book. Peter almost preferred the loudness of outside— at least then he wouldn’t hear every individual person's movement or annoying quirk in excruciating detail. It all blended together. Kind of. Fucking teeth grinders, Peter is looking at you. 

Peter’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, the green only fueling his irritation. 

The computer lit up with the guest login, and Peter didn’t hesitate to open… Safari? Nobody uses Safari, what? And why did everything look so damn… Old? Jesus, Peter knew that Jersey sucked, but was their funding that bad? 

Glancing down at the bottom right corner, Peter got the time. It was twenty past one, and it was… February third? 2015? That can’t be right. It was December. Christmas was right around the corner. Not to mention, it was 2023, last Peter checked. Were the computers broken, or something? They need to put a sign up for that, honestly. If the date wasn’t even correct, was the time? 

Glancing up at the clock hung on the wall across the library proved that, yes, it was indeed the right time. His spidey-sense tingled lightly. 

Safari loaded up— after taking its sweet, sweet time— and Peter didn’t hesitate to type in; 

current location|

Several results popped up, all about Gotham, New Jersey. Bingo! Peter was in Jersey! He knew a damn Jersey accent when he heard one. That’s right, Peter’s that good. (Peter was bullied by a kid from New Jersey in the fourth grade. Screw you, Joshua Lopez.) 

Peter had never heard of Gotham, but he also could not tell you where Illinois was on the map if you put a gun to his head. Peter missed most of his geography classes while out Spider-Manning, so his chances were dashed right from the start. (Still passed with a B-, though.)

Feeling a little lighter now that he’d answered one of the many questions swirling in his mind, Peter typed out his next query:

dr strange current location|

[no search results were found] 

Peter frowned as the search yielded no results. He tried again, typing more carefully this time.

dr strange last sighting|

[no search results were found]

Still, the search came up empty. Peter's frustration grew. Where was Doctor Strange? He was supposed to be there, helping Peter figure out what had happened and how to fix it.

Right, fix it… They were fixing something. That’s why Peter was with Dr. Strange. 

What… What were they fixing? 

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper. That’s, like, super weird. The internet keeps better tabs on superheroes than S.H.I.E.L.D half the time. There should’ve been thousands of results, even with this clunky computer. 

Maybe his last fight wasn’t recorded. Maybe that would help. They could’ve just not gotten a hold of the most recent fight. Maybe it hasn't been long enough yet. 

spider-man last sighting|

[no search results found] 

No search results found…

What? 

What the fuck? 

That’s not possible. Spider-Man hadn’t been out of the spotlight in years. 

Peter’s heart thundered in his chest as his fingers flew across the bulky keyboard. His fingers kept accidentally sticking in his panic, ripping keys off in his haste. 

peter parker| 

Peter let out a small breath as the search went through, multiple links popping up. He expected to see his meme accounts, maybe May’s facebook page filled with pictures of Peter, Ben, and her, maybe even some stuff about how he interned with Tony Stark, Savior of the Universe, and… There was more. Peter should’ve been all over the internet. For some reason.  

Instead, the first thing that popped up was a news article by someone named Vicki Vale. 

“Child Abduction Epidemic in Gotham: When Will Batman Step In?” 

Questions swirled as green festered. Child abduction? And who the hell was Batman? A new vigilante on the scene? A furry? 

Peter had never read through something faster. 

This was… What? 

It was a pitifully short article, considering the severity and implications, but it seemed there was barely any information to even write about. It just addressed the surge in child disappearances, questioning when this “Batman” would step up and solve the case, before ending with a list of possible victims. That’s where Peter’s name was. Number twenty-seven of fifty-two. Peter clicked the link on his name, leading him to a separate site. 

There was a picture of him. Except it wasn’t him. 

It featured a dully smiling tween, with black hair and big brown eyes, decently tan and wearing baggy clothes. He had Peter’s same dimples and freckles, the same jawline and face shape, and wild curly hair, but his coloring was all wrong. His age was wrong. This was an eleven-year-old from foster care named Peter Benjamin Parker, but he wasn’t Peter Benjamin Parker. 

Opening a new tab, Peter had a new search. 

Clicking on anything relating to this doppelganger, the more Peter read, the more queasy he felt. 

Orphaned at five. Not from both parents, but rather from a single mother. No father in the picture, then. Instead of Peter’s dad and uncle being brothers, it was… Gotham Peter’s mom and aunt. May got custody of Peter after Mary’s death, and they moved from New York to New Jersey for Thor knows what reasons. This Aunt May never married, there wasn’t even a mention of Uncle Ben.

Peter pursed his lips in discomfort. What the hell kind of sick game was this?  

Clicking on the highlighted name of Maybelle Parker, Peter was disheartened when it led to her obituary. 

 May died in a building that exploded because of the Green Goblin— no, someone named… The Joker? 

Who the hell was letting a clown run around murdering people? And how had he not heard of a new up-and-rising supervillain? Peter would like to think, coupled with Karen and FRIDAY, that he kept well informed on the villain area. 

Peter clicked on the search bar again with a trembling hand. 

tony stark| 

[no search results found] 

stark industries| 

[no reach results found] 

the avengers|

[no search results found] 

thanos|

[no search results found] 

no search results found. 

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No search results found. Peter’s throat was dry, eyes wide in disbelief as those damned four words taunted him. No search results found. Nothing familiar to Peter was here. It was like he was on an alien planet— 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Bile rose as Peter thought about those implications. 

Peter wasn’t just in a different state, he was in a different world. 

And, considering the likelihood of a planet existing, holding the exact same likeness to Earth, just missing a few key players, plus nothing on the blip and Thanos, Peter had a pretty good deduction of where he was. 

An alternate universe. 

Peter was in an alternate universe. 

The date wasn’t wrong. Peter was in an alternate universe, one whose timeline was behind his own. That’s why this body was eleven and not seventeen (and apparently dead). Because this timeline was six years behind his own. 

Which explains his father’s and Uncle Ben’s apparent absence in Gotham Peter’s life. A little weird, as Peter would’ve assumed that his life story would’ve stayed consistent. The other Peters’ had an Uncle Ben, and powers, and lived in New York. They didn’t have a Tony Stark, though. Or an Avengers. Peter #3 had a weird romance going on with someone named Death Pool or something, and Peter #2 had literally bonded with an alien symbiote-suit thing, so differences between Peter Parkers weren’t new news. 

 Although, who is he to say, out of the trillions of possibilities in the supposed multiverse, that his story would be the baseline? The standard for Peter Parkers across the multiverse? He had, what? Three Peter Parkers out of a trillion, statistics-wise? For all he knew, Peter could be the multiversal outlier. 

Peter looked down at his tan hands. Young, small, but still calloused. Still sticky with his powers. 

The longer Peter looked, the more differences he spotted. Was he even in his own body? Did he fucking… body snatch this kid’s body? What the hell? How would that even work? He’d need, like, magic or something. 

Hold on. Magic? 

Doctor Strange… 

Doctor Strange? 

Doctor Strange.

Holy shit. 

Doctor Strange had sent him here, to an alternate universe. 

Doctor Strange had sent Peter to an alternate universe because he made a mistake and now he can never, ever go home. 

Going home would rip the multiverse apart.

Going home would kill everyone and everything he loved. Everything Mr. Stark— everything everyone fought so hard to protect; Peter would ruin it all. If he went home, Ned, MJ, Harley Happy, Pepper, Morgan— everyone left, they’d all die. 

At least Doctor Strange hadn’t left anything of Peter behind for them to mourn.

Peter Parker was dead back home too, it seemed. 

Man, Schrodinger would’ve loved Peter. He’s the real-life version of Schrodinger’s cat. (A quick search showed that it was actually Schrodinger’s dog here, so there’s that.) 

Peter leaned back slowly, staring up at the ceiling. He counted all the dips and bumps from an uneven paint job. 

It’s wild to think the multiverse was just a theory a week ago. It really did exist. With alternate versions of heroes, new heroes, and some completely gone. They had names like Batman and Superman, similar to Back Widow and Captain America, but with so many differences. Peter wasn’t sure if he found solace in their similarities or their differences. It would’ve been amazing, 

Too bad this proof came at the cost of his home. 

The keys unstuck from his fingertips, clattering to the carpeted ground. Huh. 

The confusion, disbelief, hurt, disappointment, and anger all swirled together, leaving Peter feeling hollow and numb. Peter wasn’t sure if that was better than feeling everything he otherwise would be feeling. 

He needed to leave. 

Peter needed to clear the computer's search history thoroughly, first. He was in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar villains and heroes. He didn’t want to chance anyone finding out about his dimension-hopping dilemma before he even had a meal and a nap. 

He glanced at the mutilated keys on the floor and counter. At least he was still sticky. If he had lost his home, his body and his powers to top it all off? Peter would’ve had a mental breakdown to rival The Greats. (Like that time Clint and Sam decided to prank everyone by replacing all the sugar in the Tower with salt. The chaos that followed was legendary—Bruce’s smoothie exploded, Tony’s coffee tasted like the ocean, and Steve, bless him, tried to be polite about his "salt pancakes" until he couldn’t take it anymore and quietly passed out in the gym. Clint and Sam were on dish duty for a month.)

Accessing the computer's operating system, his mind working absently to navigate through the system's files and directories. He bypassed any security measures with a series of deft keystrokes. 

As he delved deeper into the computer's system, Peter located the browser history files. With a few more commands, he selected the searches about anything from his reality, things that looked out of place, and deleted it.

But Peter didn't just want to delete the history; he wanted to ensure that it was completely erased, with no trace left behind. He wrote a custom script to overwrite the history files multiple times, effectively scrubbing them from the computer's memory.

With a blank stare, Peter executed the script, watching as the computer's screen filled with lines of code cascading down the monitor. He didn’t stick around to make sure it finished; he knew it would. Mr. Stark had taught him almost everything he knew about hacking. (sans Ned’s impromptu lessons, but Mr. Stark.) 

Peter stumbled out of the library absent. Unthinking. Detached. 

Where was he going? 

He wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t home, though. That was for sure. 

He’d never be able to go home again. 

Would he ever get another home? He was a presumed-dead eleven-year-old in a crime-ridden city with no family or friends. 

Well, one friend. He looked down at the metal bands on his wrists meaningfully, heart swelling with emotions. He rubbed the deactivated bracelets, trying to find an iota of comfort in them. Peter isn’t sure what he’d do if he couldn’t get Karen back online. The green promised something bad, though. 

He’d go back to the library another time. Peter would figure it out— he always does, doesn’t he? He’d just— he couldn’t, not right now. He needed to leave; to collect himself. If he’d stayed there…

The streets grew darker as the people dissipated. How long had he been stuck in front of that computer? 

Looking around, Peter was unsurprised to find he had absolutely no clue where he was. He could, however, feel the stares from people. Not the curious kind, either. Predatory. Which, fair. They didn’t know a full-force punch from Peter packed more heat than most locally sold guns. 

Peter could literally crush a grown man's head with his bare hands. 

Not that he would! He abstains from excessive violence. 

But he could. 

A couple of dudes across the street, all of whom had very rapey vibes if you asked Peter, oriented their body in his direction.  

Ducking into an alleyway, Peter, feet still bloody and shoeless, walked up the side of the wall. It seems, even here, the safest place was in May’s arms on a rooftop. 

Perching himself on the edge of the building, Peter let his abused feet dangle off the edge. The roof was slightly damp— it had probably rained recently. It’d likely rain again tonight, judging by the smell and clouds. 

Looking out, Peter caught as the last of sunlight left the city's sky, ducking below the horizon. Huh. That’s it? No sunset? Just— there’s light, then suddenly there’s not? 

Distaste, longing, and irritation rose up, thick and green. New York was dirty, but Gotham was downright disgusting. The sunset sucked, the architecture was old and outdated by at least a century, and it was so heavily polluted even the sun hid itself away behind clouds and smog. 

Peter clenched his fists, taking a chunk of concrete with him. He threw it as far as he could. It hit a billboard— something about Way-an-ae Enterprises— going straight through. 

Fat tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks. He felt bad, now. Someone was going to have to come up and fix the hole he made. They didn’t deserve that.

Once they started, Peter couldn’t stop them. 

Before long, tears turned into silent sobs that wracked Peter's body, his shoulders trembling with each heave of his chest. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, tracing crooked paths over the contours of his face as they mingled with the blood, sweat and grime that clung to his skin. His chest felt tight, as if a warehouse was on top of him, crushing him, squeezing out every last drop of his sorrow and despair. 

He was stuck in an alternate dimension. His home dimension’s memory of him, of Peter Benjamin Parker, was completely wiped. It wasn’t even wiped with all of the people he loved still alive. Ben and May and even Mr. Stark couldn’t escape the curse of “all-Peter’s-parental-figures-will-meet-a-premature-demise-one-way-or-another”. Honestly, Pepper is lucky he left when he did; she was next on the curse’s chopping block. 

Pepper and Morgan, Ned, MJ and Harley, too, they were alive. Alive, with no clue someone named Peter Parker was even a part of their life. Maybe it was better that way. At least now they were more likely to live. Get into MIT. Have successful careers, even start a family, without the stress of being involved with some stupid, teenage vigilante. 

Just being a part of Peter’s life can cut down an individual’s life expectancy by more than half. 

The longer you’re around him, the more death lurks.

Peter gasped for air, clawing at his stolen ripped, and bloodied shirt. 

It’s why his parents died. It’s why Uncle Ben died. It’s why Aunt May died. It’s why Mr. Stark, Iron Man, genius of the century, Savior Of The Universe, died.

Dead. 

They’re all dead. 

And Peter was alive. He was their killer; their casket. 

And yet, he walked. 

Every day he woke up, and every day they remained dead. 

Every day, he breathed, while they remained silent, their voices forever silenced by the cruel hand of fate. Peter carried the weight of their absence like a burden upon his soul, a constant reminder of the lives lost and the emptiness that filled his heart.

Their memories haunted him, their faces etched into his mind like a ghostly tableau of the past. He replayed their final moments over and over again, wondering if there was anything he could have done to save them. Perhaps, if he had simply never existed in the first place, they would have been spared. 

But the past remained immutable, a cold and unforgiving master. Peter was left to navigate a world devoid of their presence, a world that felt colder and darker than his ever had before. 

Here, they had existed, but not as Peter remembered them. Peter couldn’t reminisce with a stranger in a coffee line about the amazing Tony Stark; he didn’t even exist here. May never ran F.E.A.S.T. Ben had been a firefighter instead of a police officer here. Not to mention his father wasn’t even in the picture. 

Peter alone held the flickering torch of his loved one’s memories here.

Peter looked out into the night, eyes trailing down toward the empty street below him.

But there were plenty back home who did.  

It was a shitty, horrible, and downright cowardly thought. 

Peter didn’t deserve that kind of peace. 

But, oh, how he longed for it. 

How he longed for May’s warm embrace. Ben’s comforting and wise words. Mr. Stark’s playful banter. His Star Wars nights with Ned. Watching MJ draw. Seeing who could make the dumbest invention with Harley. Morgen coming home from school and giving Peter three new glitter-filled art pieces of her favorite hero; Spider-Man. Pepper’s successor lessons and their quiet moments of reminiscing about Mr. Stark and May. He wouldn’t get to graduate with all his friends and remaining family present. Never get into MIT, like Mr. Stark. Like his Dad. 

He missed it all so, so much. 

Why did his stupid Parker Luck have to ruin it all? 

[araveninthedarknight]

A new character in the story Chapter 2

Sooo chapter two is finally here thanks to @rainisawriter doing a writing sprint and me joining in for fun (and to try and get *something* for a chapter two. that being said, its kinda a dry chapter compared to the first one, but i promise it will get better as the story goes on.

WARNINGS: Swearing, fighting, mentions of blood, the normal high and low shenanigans.

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CHAPTER 2:

As Bobby walked out of Oya for the dsy, he felt the warm sun beat down on his skin. He had no clue someone followed him as he tried to get his bearings about him

How would he survive without a home, without food? On his meak lie he made to save himself in the heat of the moment. He knew no one would belive what really was happening, not one person would like how crazy he sounded. Voices of chatter and hollers spooked the fake red head out of his thoughts, fear crossing his eyes as he saw a rival school gang come up to him, but he remembered the first movie movie of high and low, he knew better than belive that just based off some clothing. He never had fought but he knew how if he needed to, and it looked with the two people barrling over to him like he would need to, he was as prepared as one could be in his shoes, soon his fist made contact with a face, his knuckles screaming in pain as he wailed on his opponant again, the other getting a few good licks in. He had been so invested that he didn't once think about the other guy who had also been approaching him, or the fact someone else was clearly following after him when the initial brawl broke out between two teens.

"Fuck, that's gonna bruise." he mutters to himself after his balled up hand lands squar on a sharp jaw line, a smooth uppercut with follow through of a proffestional like on the tv made a crunching sound. This was his first fight and the adrenaline was pumping though the veins, a rush flowing to his brain while Bobby's ears rung, both from impact and the feeling his emotions went through as he continued his spar. The axilerating feeling would flee once he was done he knew, but that was the last thought to cross his frazzled mind. Dodging and kicking and grunts of pain were heard in the alley way, the blood flowing to the ground from faces as angry shouts trying to force the other to give up echoing through the narrow path to another street. Within the next few seconds, Bobby let out a huff of air and kicked as hard as he could into his opponant's stomach, leaving a foot shaped bruise in it's wake for sure. Steel toe combat boots known to hurt on a good day had been a good call, a self defence weppon on thier own.

"Bobby! Are you alright??" A blonde mohawked teen asks, he knew this was Kyoshi and that the mentioned had aided him in the combat he just finished engaging in, rolling his neck and rubbing his hands, the newcomer nods, 'just a little sore and a bloody nose, nothing too bad though." the teen answered, brushing off his black jacket that had grey dust from the ground on it, having been the only thing left from what he now knew was his old world. It was like the fight had given him the reality that this was more than a mere dream to awaken from any moment, he was now well and truly in the high and low world, and honestly...He was afraid. He knew the enrite high and low world's lore and story but even so, he was sure he would not be able to fit in well and that the adjustment period was going to be brutal for him. The reality came crashing on him, waves of guilt surging over him and throwing him to the abyss of suffering.

"Promise not to tell anyone what I am about to confess?" Bobby mutters,hoping to stay low profile as he checks his iphone, sliding it back into his pocket. Once a nod was recieved, the young male carried on, "I thought this was all just a dream until now. I don't know how it happened, but This world is a movie series, and I had been watching it during a storm and well, as I was charging my phone, a lightning bolt from the storm we were in light my house up purple, I felt a shock and when I came to, I was where you saw me today. I swear I am not joking a bit when I tell you this, you don't have to belive me but it is the truth."

Kyoshi was not one to normally think anything that most sounded crazy was infact crazy, but seeing the fear and tears welling in emerald pools caused something to tug at his heart strings, made him think of how scary this world would be for a new person, let alone one who only knew of it as a fictional work that they had long enjoyed.

"You don't sound crazy at all lil man...This means you have no where to stay huh?Cus something tells me that the story was just a panic induced coverup for whatever the fuck happened to you?" The blond recived a single nod, solemn looking forest eyes falling to the ground in shame, as Kyoshi thought, he soon scooped the pale boy into a hug, one that made the tears shed for real, bringing down walls that had crumbled once the fight was over. "why don't you stay with me, and we can figure something out together from there ok? It will work out." Kyoshi says, vowing to protect the boy at all costs mentally as he tells him the plan he was trying to concoct for the poor shaken youngster. "So who is your favorite one of movie us?" The wild mohawk boy asks, a smug smirk on his face, knowing he knows a secreet that will end up one day becoming a fun and playful thing to tease Bobby for.

"It's Yasushi..." He replies, his hands covering his face,fingers over his clear rounded squar glasses frames, eyes squeezed shut in embarresment as his once pale and almost lifeless looking cheeks heat up, hotter than the summer sun with a blush so fierce that it could put clown makeup to shame.

"OOOOOOOOOH I GET TO PLAY MATCH MAKER BOYYYY!" kyoshi shouts loudly, causing Bobby to wince and shake his head, much like movie Kyoshi, this one was an aboslute menace and loud mouth, something that he decided needed a warning lable tattooed un the forhead of the blonde haired mohawk sporting student, the friend of his crush.Bobby covers the chatter box's mouth and whines softly, "Shut up Kyoshi, no one can know about it ya fuckin loud mouth.Christ." The hissing of the recent Oya joinee made the older Oya attendee chuckle, he knew how to press his buttons already but knew the boy would also fight back, like a spitfire as he would bolt past him with his witt.

"And just so you know, it's probobly the mohawk and if you keep teasing me, i won't help you find a girl at all." The red hair dye that shone in the light high lighted the face of the young gentleman bartering with his new classmate and new housemate, a smug smirk on his full lips, eyes sparkling with mischief as the taller male patted his mohawk, horror falling to his face, "Damn it, my favorite hair and it's to blame for the womenless nights?!?!"

Bobby follows the other home,laughing and shaking his head as Kyoshi whines about how his hair is NOT to blame for his issue getting a girlfriend, unlike what Bobby belives, saying the bottle red head was just trying to rile him up, which was his current state.

Bobby ended his day with a new friend, a lot of laughter and a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe things will turn out alright...As long as his secret crush and secret about the world change stayed just that, a secret. But in the High & Low world, what could possibly go wrong right??

[tenseoyong]

A-Z NSFW | e.m

Cr.

Ko-Fi | Masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) It is totally a coin toss on whether or not you get a genuinely tender moment with Eddie after having sex, or if you just get bombarded with dorky, inappropriate jokes that should have you questioning why you even sleep with this moron, “Babe, real quick, I’m thinkin’ about grabbin’ some dessert for later, how d’you feel about pies? ‘M a fan of cream pies, myself...” When he’s not being a cornball, Eddie’s very attention focused—after cleaning you both up, Eddie’s pretty fond of crawling back in bed with you, pulling you back onto his chest so he can softly trail his fingers up and down your back, pressing soft kisses to your forehead all while murmuring soft praises, “’M perfect girl, y’did so well for me, love you s’much...”

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) If he’s being vulgar—and Eddie usually is—he’s no doubt going to focus in on your chest or ass, whichever is more in his line of sight at the time in question; when Eddie has you perched in his lap, ring-clad fingers digging into your waist and guiding you as you bounce on his cock, tits dancing right in his face, he’d swear on his life your tits were his favorite thing on god’s green earth, one hand leaving your waist to grasp the soft fat while he terrorized your other breast with his mouth, sucking hickies into the sensitive flesh and teasing his teeth along your nipple.

But, Eddie would change his toon on other days. Times when he’s got you bent over something—whether it be a desk, the picnic table, hell, even the front of his van—your skirt flipped up to rest on your lower back, panties pulled to your knees while Eddie did his best to destroy you with his cock. Hips crashing against your ass, watching the skin bounce and ripple with each sharp thrust, was honestly hypnotizing, Eddie was sure he could watch the sight for days and not grow tired of it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) Eddie is no doubt, downright filthy when it comes to the topic. For the most part, Eddie is a major fan of a good creampie, what man isn’t though, and more often than not that’s how he prefers to finish the fun off with—being able to pull out, and sit back on his heels and watch his cum slowly dripping out of your used cunt, soaking into the mattress under you and adding to a multitude of other stains the poor furniture had gained from similar experiences. The sight alone is enough to feel his cock stirring again. 

Beyond that, Eddie just likes playing with it. Some nights, Eddie would dip his fingers into your slick-covered cunt, getting his fingers nice and wet and crudely writing his name across your thigh or stomach before prodding at your lips, urging you to take his dirty digits into your mouth and clean them for him. Or collecting the goo slowly leaving your body with two fingers, and jamming it back into your abused core. At least Eddie would have the sound mind to be gentle as he's finger fucking the mixture of yours and his cum back into you, “Don’ want you wastin’ a single drop, angel, take it all, that’s it...”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Along a similar note, Eddie has been one to secretly taste himself, a time or two. A curious mind, and a filthy one to boot, the idea of sampling himself had crossed his mind more than he’d ever admit to anyone—more so for the fact he’s never heard anyone else even mention the idea—just more out of the curiosity of what he tastes like to you, than a genuine desire to eat his own jizz. A time or two, after you two were done fucking and he’d run off to find a rag to haphazardly clean you up, your mixed juices still covering his fingers, Eddie wasn’t opposed to taking a questionable lick in the privacy of his bathroom, contemplating the combined tastes before shrugging to himself at the odd, but not unliked taste, before returning to your side with a cleaning rag in hand. 

He’d especially end up slipping into the mild habit after reading up about what to eat and how it affects the taste, Eddie did his best to “eat right” as the articles would say for a week or two, and then trying to see how much of a difference it would make—if you would notice any difference, because lord knows he didn’t want to feed you straight up battery acid flavored jizz on the regular—but in truth, Eddie wasn’t too good at avoiding the “bad” foods and never would end up finding out if there really was that big of a difference. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Being the social outcast, you couldn’t exactly expect Eddie to have that much experience in fields that require a second participant—realistically, Eddie had very few to no experience with another person, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a lot of ideas he wanted to try out. Eddie pretty much always had his nose in a heavy metal magazine, at least, when he wasn’t planning campaigns or practicing guitar, so he wasn’t exactly entire clueless about what to do. 

More or less it’s a scenario of having the base knowledge, but needing to tweak the technique. Eddie was definitely way too enthusiastic with fingering you the first time around, but like the skilled guitarist he is, it was easier to point him in the right direction. He was just as a quick and easy learner in all other aspects too, Eddie was good about experimenting with this and that, carefully watching how it affected you. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) If Eddie wasn’t just bending you over anything that was readily available to fulfill his less than obvious skirt kink, you most likely were bent in half in another way—having you pinned into whatever flat surface Eddie could find, your legs thrown over his shoulders while he pressed you down until your heels are nearly touching your own shoulders. It’s perfect for Eddie, who for the most part, likes to just have you at his mercy. You can’t squirm away from him, only being able to dig your nails into his arms and back while he splits you open with his cock, your legs over his shoulders making it easy to bottom out each and every time, forcing you to take every thick inch Eddie’s willing to give you. He can feel the way your thighs tense, and your legs shake the closer you get to cumming, all while still being able to lean down and steal heavy kisses or just turn his head and nip at the skin around your ankles from time to time. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) For how naturally comedic Eddie is in almost any moment you’re together, it’s slightly surprising how much Eddie manages to stay “in character” during sex. You would have expected him to at least crack a joke or two--that definitely comes afterwards—but Eddie is so dead focused on fucking the life out of you over and over in the moment, making some haha’s are at the very back of his mind. If anything, Eddie is just more along the lines of playful teasing, thank joking around. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Seeing the wild mess of untamed hair on his head, you probably would have expected the same level of untameness in all aspects of his body hair but Eddie forever continues to surprise you. Though he didn’t do it much, and it might be just at your own encouragement, but Eddie would do a little bit of manscaping here or there. You loved his cute little happy trail, and Eddie would be damned before he was going to shave his stomach, but he would do most things just to see you happy, Eddie would bite the bullet and give the wild forest growing below his belt a good trim up or two every couple of months. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  Never having done much of dating in his past, and not exactly having a loving 2-parent household like most did, Eddie isn’t always the most romantic of partners. He’s just never learned--or been taught—how to. Eddie is usually very harsh and pretty dominating during sex, he’s not exactly the whole soft, tender, loving sexual partner--he tries his best, though—muttering off praises, and declarations of love and adoration for you during, which honestly, kind of throws your head for a loop. Hearing these soft, loving whispers, while Eddie just fingered you until you cried, has thrown you around in every position possible, and now currently has his hand around your neck while his hips have set a bruising pace as he fucks you both closer and closer to your high—very much opposite ends of the spectrum. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) Never one to deny himself anything within reach, Eddie was undoubtedly a chronic masturbator before you two had gotten together. A couple times a day was a given, because, well, he’s a young man and has a fuck ton of dirty magazines, what else do we expect. But, when you come into the picture, that story changes pretty quickly. What sense was it to sit in his room alone, fucking his own fist, when Eddie could just see you and have your pretty hand wrapped around him?

If anything, Eddie wasn’t opposed to the occasional mutual masturbation. An odd time or two during foreplay, in an effort to further tease you, there had been times when Eddie would tell you to sit pretty, and touch yourself, and you couldn’t touch him, only watch. Eddie liked watching the growing desperation in your eyes, as you watched him stroke himself on the opposite end of the bed while you anxiously tried to get yourself off—but missing the callouses on his fingers from years of playing guitar—your touch falls flat while craving Eddie’s. You’re nearly in tears, begging for Eddie to touch you instead, before he’s decided the teasing is enough and pouncing on you. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Eddie’s big mouth was surprisingly a plus when it came to your relationship. With his incessant need to constantly talk, Eddie settled into the role of singing praise the whole time very easily. As well with his oral fixation, he's a big, big fan of just giving you any and all pleasures he’s capable of. 

Skirts are just, his thing. Since the first day he caught you wearing one, you haven’t managed to wear one again and Eddie not have you bent over the nearest thing possible, panties pushed down and clutching you bunched up fabric to use as a makeshift guide to simultaneously keep you still while he relentlessly fucked you silly and pull you back to meet his every thrust. 

As the certified Freak, Eddie is dead set on making sure his ownership is never challenged. He loves covering you in hickies and marks, for all to see, for everyone to know who you belong to. Same with decking you out in his clothes, it’s not uncommon for him to less subtly convince you to wear one of his shirts, or jackets, letting every guy you pass see you wearing his oversized clothes and smelling like him, and know they have no chance in hell of taking his place. 

Along the lines of marking you up, a little bit of pain never hurt anyone, right? Eddie didn’t think so, and his fascination with wax play begins. It definitely doesn’t help the devil worshiper rumors when Eddie’s seen buying countless bundles of brightly colored candles every once in a while—he loves watching the small flame dance in the air, if you’re quiet enough you could hear the crackling of the flame before he’s carefully tipping the candle, letting the bright red, liquid drip out onto your waiting skin. Savoring the pained gasp slipping from your lips as the wax hardens, and Eddie’s carefully picking it off, marveling at the reddened skin, feeling the warmth it leaves behind when he bends down to lull his tongue over the agitated skin.

Cum play is just a given, Eddie’s just a messy lover and seeing you covered in definitive proof you’re his—just does it for him. Writing his name, or a cringe little heart in his own cum all over your body—pretty as a picture to Eddie. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) The van is a particular favorite, because what's not nice about having the freedom to go literally anywhere and do the deed. You could hide out in it when ditching classes, or hit up an odd ball drive-in theater Eddie had found and thought would be a cute date night idea—not that either of you watched too much of the movie before ending up in the back. 

If it wasn’t the van, most of your sex-capades took place in Eddie’s room. His Uncle being gone most of the time, made it exceptionally easy to have some alone time, and be able to be as loud as either of you wanted without disturbing anyone—or getting caught. Plus, there’s an element of ease that comes with fucking at a place you’re familiar with and don’t have to worry about getting caught, or having to hastily redress while still leaking cum and being covered in sweat to go back home before you could wash up. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) It would probably be easier to list what doesn’t get Eddie revved up. You in a skirt, or one of his older, less worn band tees, is more than enough to get the cogs in his head turning. He’s a big fan of pony tails, or when your hair is done up all special—so many ideas of how to ruin that perfect up-do you’re sporting immediately flood his mind. The way you instinctively perch yourself on his lap at lunch, your weight settling into his lap while you innocently begin rambling on about whatever you’ve decided to focus your attention on this time. Eddie is, without a doubt, obsessed with you playing with his hair. In truth, Eddie thinks just you yourself is his turn on, the way pretty much anything you do in some way manages to snag his attention and get his mind running with the most unholy things you two could be doing instead of eating crappy cafeteria food. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) It’s not necessarily a traditionally hard no, because while Eddie does love marking you up, it’s in a very specific way. He likes the way that the marks he gives you--the bruises, the hickies, the palm prints and flushed skin was bordering on scalding wax—fade. Eddie loves the look of them, but has a specific appreciation for your unmarred skin too, and admiring how clear and soft it looks as opposed to his; how his hands are covered in small nicks from working on his van, or stabbing himself while sewing patches onto his jacket, cuts from just messing around never healing entirely because he’d pick at the scabs, the rough skin just having a certain appeal when paired against your ridiculously smooth and pretty skin. Eddie liked marking you, he really did, and before he could quite figure out what was so appealing about it, the idea of permanently marking you had come up—a loose pocket knife beside his bed being in his line of sight one night—and the idea of using it, drawing small cuts along your soft thighs or collarbone—had honestly turned his stomach. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) “Why can’t we do both?” Was Eddie’s immediate response the first time you can complained about wanting to make him feel good too, when he had shuffled down the bed to be eye-level with your cunt. He’d been quick to flop on his back beside you on his bed, and gave you a teasing look before tapping a finger against his mouth, “C’mere.”

You’d been a bit more nervous that you’d like to admit, as you clambered onto weak knees and hesitated beside Eddie. It’s one thing for Eddie to eat you while you thrived and withered against the bed, but to sit on his face? A brief worry about suffocation crossed your mind before Eddie was impatiently tugging at your leg, urging you to take your place over him. With one last look at his pretty eyes, shining with excitement at what you were about to do, you threw your leg over his head and settled against him. You hovered, feeling Eddie’s warm breath over your pussy before leaning forward to grasp his red and aching cock, barely getting a single lick in before Eddie curled his arms around your legs and tugged—your grip on his cock tightened and your gasped in surprise as Eddie pulled you down to firmly rest against his mouth, licking a fat stripe through your lips before groaning against you, from the taste or your grip on his length, you didn't know—before quickly taking him in your mouth, not to be outdone. 

All nerves went out the window as you two moved in sync, your hips twitching against Eddie’s very active tongue and his bucking slightly, forcing just that much more of his cock into your wet mouth. It was a never ending cycle of pleasure—every filthy moan Eddie let out, vibrated against your clit, drawing a cry from you, throat constricting around Eddie’s cock, and the cycle would repeat. Though, Eddie was never one to play fair, and was eager to add his fingers into the mix, expertly finding and abusing your g-spot all while his tongue continued to work at your clit. Leaving you a pretty much moaning mess, shivering and twitching above him and barely being able to continue your end of the bargain—not that Eddie minded, as long as you kept your mouth open and he was able to thrust himself down your throat, he wouldn’t complain a bit. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) As a story maker, Eddie has a very good understanding of the journey being the majority of the fun and he’s fantastic at pacing. Eddie is a master at building tension up, starting slow; tender and patient, sweetly warming you up with his talented fingers before introducing his tongue. He never failed to turn you on, but Eddie was adamant about always making sure you were “properly” wet, sloppily eating your pussy while fucking his thick fingers into your eager cunt, scissoring his fingers, working your body until he determined you were ready to take his cock.

The mood shifts, and slowly amps up from there; Eddie’s cautious during his first thrust, gently bottoming out and making sure you could take him—and once he was sure—he’s puling back and harshly burying himself back in your warm heat, grinning at the sharp cry he immediately draws from you, and the gets to work. Each thrust carefully gets harder, and faster, the harsh slaps of skin meeting skin loud and clear over your cries and his heavy breathing. 

Some nights Eddie remains relatively sweet and gentle throughout sex, most of the times during random date nights or your birthday, and of course Valentines Day, Eddie makes sure to amp up the cheesiness. But for the most part, it’s like riding a rollercoaster, each drop harder than the last, each loop higher, and never knowing when it’s going to end. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Eddie is definitely made for long sessions, he’s got a very good attention span when it comes to something he actually enjoys, and could spend literal days between your legs if life allowed it--but Eddie would never pass an opportunity to have that sweet heaven hidden under your clothes—even if he’s on a time crunch. 

Though, Eddie can be fast, he’s not good with a legitimate time limit. Countless times you’ve been late to class because of morning quickies that weren’t as quick as you’d thought. Or making use of a free period, and accidentally spilling over into your next class, that Eddie would happily talk you into ditching in its entirety because, “We’re already late, sweetheart, what’s it gonna matter, now?” It’s actually a relatively even mix, the toss up between drawn out, proper sex and fast and frantic quickies. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Never being one to shy away from a ‘challenge’, Eddie is definitely the kind of person that will try most things at least once, getting a taste of it and then making a judgement call on whether or not it’s thing and if he’d be down for doing it again. 

Arguably, Eddie takes the biggest risk of them all quite a lot—on account of his deep fondness of creampies—rolling the dice that your birth control doesn't side this will be the 1% of the time that it’ll fail and you’ll be parents in nine months time. If that’s the game of risk he’s starting at, honestly Eddie doesn’t see most of the other mischievous thins you get up to that risky. Ducking off into empty classrooms, sneaking into the dressing rooms with you at the mall, hell, even climbing through your window while your parents slept just two doors down, seem like easy street to him at this stage. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) With as much energy as Eddie has, he’s virtually bouncing off the walls at all times. It’s only expected that the man that manages to (barely) juggle school, dealing, planning and hosting campaigns that last hours, then turning around and practicing and performing with his band, and being an attentive boyfriend—Eddie has enough energy to power a small town.

Eddie bounces back so quickly, it’s almost a medical marvel—he himself lasting a good 2-3 rounds on his own—not including any foreplay done beforehand, that usually ends up with Eddie getting you off a time or two on your own, and any left over energy afterwards, Eddie still managing to be a menace and finger Fuck you through a finale orgasm without him. it’s safe to say, if Eddie has the time, he will take his time, and spend upwards to three or four hours with you, just rocking around his bed until someone taps out. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) The only thing Eddie would consider a toy that he owned, was his handcuffs that hung readily available on his bedroom wall. It’s honestly never truly occurred to him to branch out and introduce some new toys into your relationship—he’s got ten fingers, a tongue and a cock, what else could you possibly need—not that he’d be opposed to trying anything else but the likely scenario would be you’d have to obtain and introduce them yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Eddie is always one for messing with you, that’s without a doubt a fact. Half of his fun was getting you worked up in class, tossing you flirty, dirty looks with those pretty eyes, knowing the ‘seed’ was planted and that you would be impatiently dragging him to his van the moment the bell rang. Sometimes he would force you to wait until you actually got home before giving into you but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to lazily finger you the whole ride home, all while annoyingly going just below the speed limit. 

Eddie was good at teasing and toying with you before he actually had his cock in you, then it became a problem of any teasing for you, if he suddenly stopped fucking you just before you reached your peak to let your orgasm simmer back down to nothing, he was in turn teasing himself—and that was something Eddie wasn’t to happy with. So he could finger you and eat you out for days, force you to fuck yourself along his firm thigh until you were a whimpering, moaning, begging mess—that was doable. And Eddie certainly did relish in those moments when he got you in them. But you knew the moment Eddie was inside you, you were in the clear.  

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) With his constant theatrics and very loud antics, it’s pretty safe to assume Eddie is just as loud and vocal when it comes to fooling around. Eddie is pretty fond of gagging you, or having to cover your mouth to muffle your own moans and cries when you’re messing around in places you probably shouldn’t, but doesn’t seem to hold the same level of caution for himself—freely letting deep groans of pleasure, gasps and growls—not to mention Eddie has never once shut up a day in his life, constantly spewing absolute filth in your ear, and pretty much for anyone else that happens to walk past to hear, “S’fucking loud—s-shit—don’ even care if anyone else hears you, huh? Maybe you wanna get caught, is that it? Wan’ someone to s’you gettin’ fucked silly by The Freak, such’a naughty girl...”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Your first time together, Eddie absolutely gets way to worked up so so early and either ends up cumming in his pants or nutting so early, probably less like 5 pumps in. He’s definitely embarrassed, to say the least, because you know Eddie talked a ridiculously big game before hand, to lose it that quickly, no doubt gave a punch to his self esteem. Thankfully though, he’s a relentlessly horny young man with an insane sex drive, and Eddie was standing to attention and ready to go again in less than five minutes flat. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) While he did embrace the whole Eddie “The Freak” Munson persona that was more or less forced upon him, Eddie did naturally hold this air of confidence you probably wouldn't expect from someone of his social standing. For the most part you figured it made sense, why spend any time in self-loathing or self pity when you could take the title and run with it—be unapologetically yourself with virtually no repercussions because who’s going to think being loud, proud, and slightly weird about his interests was “below” The Freak? But sometimes, to yourself, you’d wonder how Eddie managed to be so confident and sure of himself even with his appointed title when you knew anyone else would probably collapse under the negative attention—until you first fooled around with Eddie, and clothes were shed—ever the man, you knew a good portion of his confidence came from the snake hidden in his pants. 

You never figured yourself to be someone that would ever want to call a dick pretty, but you had to be honest, if there was such a thing as a pretty penis, Eddie surely had one. Soft, creamy skin just a tad lighter than the rest of his body, flushed head, with a good inch and a half above the average length you half expected to unwrap and impressively thick; you could seen the pride shimmering in Eddie’s eyes at the way you seemed to marvel at his length for the first time, a boyish glee spreading across his face at the very obvious difference in size when your hand first wrapped around his aching length, feeling the delicious weight in your palm while every filthy idea you wanted him to do to you ran through your mind all at once. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) If you looked up the definition of clingy in the dictionary, you’d 100% find a photo of Eddie beside it. Inside and outside of sex, Eddie seems to always have to have access to you, in one way or another; sitting so closely beside you your sides are pressed together, keeping a tight grip on your hand, nuzzling his nose against your cheek and in your hair like a pup at random moments. So you could imagine how much Eddie wants you—needs you—at all hours of the day and into the night. You’d be hard pressed to find someone with a more wild sex drive than Eddie; pawing at you the second he notices you’re awake in the morning, sneaking away to empty classrooms and closets for quickies in between classes, as soon as you jump in his van after classes he’s got his hand wedged between your thighs while speeding home, hoping that Uncle Wayne was out because Eddie knew he wasn’t going to able to keep you quiet once he got you in his room.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Given how much time and energy Eddie brings to the table during sex, it’s probably not a big surprise that as soon as he manages to drag you both to the bathroom to clean up, he’s going to be face down in his dirty mattress, unconscious to the world almost immediately. To be fair, it is sort of cute from your end of things, seeing the man that can turn your life upside down just with his tongue and all but toss you from one end of the room to the other in the moment, turn into something not far off from a lap puppy when all is said and done. Messy hair laying around his head like a halo coupled a rather rare look of serene calmness on his pretty face, like he didn’t just have you bent like a pretzel or have you screaming his name so loud you could have woken half the town—an actual perfect mix of a devil and angel, and he was all yours.

[jjungkookislife]

here’s an idea 👀 what about writing something with jungkook and how sensitive his nipples are??👀👀

ya know a lil smutty

milk! [ch.1]

pairing: jungkook x reader

tw: sensitive nipples? slight somnophilia (jk's consented to nipple play tho), uh sleepy!koo ( a whole baby okay), lots of whining, unprotected sex

You've had it with your roommate, Jungkook! He had finished the milk and not bothered to 1) let you know so you could grab more while you were out or 2) bought some more himself.

You could hear him snoring in his bedroom, so you stomped into his bedroom, nearly tripping over his boots and cursing him in your head.

You weren't surprised to see him fast asleep without a shirt on. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you pulled the sheets off his body to find him naked.

You had already poured your cereal into your favorite bowl, and you'd be damned if you had to throw a bra on to go out and grab milk.

You stomp your way to his bed, climbing over him until you're straddling him. He doesn't even stir. Waking him up was a nightmare, especially when he asked you to!

"Wake me up at six. Big meeting tomorrow," he'd say, and then sleep through all your attempts. Hell, even pouring cold water on him didn't work.

There was only one thing that worked, for some odd reason. It had been a joke the first time you'd done it but then you'd see how fast he'd woken up and you used it as a last resort... okay, a first resort 'cause who had time to wake up Sleeping Beauty on the daily?

Your fingers pinch Jungkook's nipples, rolling them between your fingertips until he whines pathetically. You nearly moan in response, pussy pulsating at the sound. Fuck, what were we doing again? Oh, right... waking up Jungkook.

"Kook?"

"Hunnggg." Great response, buddy. You roll your eyes, rubbing his nipples again, pinching them again. He whines, and beneath your hips, you can feel his cock twitch in response.

"Wake up!" you swat his chest but he just throws his arm over his eyes. Mother fucker! Your cereal is waiting!

"Jeon Jungkook!" Nothing. Not even crickets, my dear. This boy had a season pass to Dreamland and yelling wasn't doing a damn thing.

"So annoying," you mutter, licking your fingertips to roll his nipples in between. He groans, stirring slightly, hips rising to meet yours as an erotic sigh escapes him and you moan in response, body flushing with heat and tingling everywhere. Fuck, this is why you loved hated doing this.

"Wake up for me, baby," you tried and he moaned. This fucker, moaned! How were you to survive, honestly? When he'd given you consent to do this each time when you needed him to wake up was nearly outrageous but now...

"Hmm?" Jungkook's eyes slowly flutter open, a yawn overcoming him as he sees you sitting on top of him. Well, good morning to him.

He grins, his hands gripping your hips.

"Good morning, roomie."

"Oh, fuck you," you roll your eyes and then your hips, feeling his hard cock under the sheets. You fall forward, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. He moans your name, hips rising off the bed to grind against yours.

"Horny?" he asks with a chuckle.

No.

Yes.

FUCK YES???!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!

"No. I need milk." you deadpan.

"I'll give you milk," he smirks.

"Why? Why?" you look up at the ceiling but make no move to get off him. Jungkook giggles, hands running up the length of your back before his hands grab your ass, kneading it greedily.

His lips find yours, kissing you deeply as he tugs on the shirt you're wearing, one you've stolen from his closet the last time you were in this position.

"Jungkook," you whine, moaning when his teeth scrape your neck. What were you complaining about?

Milk!

Milk!!!!

"Jungkook," you swallow thickly, mind heady as you grind against him, nearly begging him to fuck you with his fat cock. Fuck, why was it so hot in his room?

Right. Right. Milk. Need milk...

Fuck the milk, you want his cum on your face.

No. No. Get it together, bitch.

Milk. Leche. Uyu.

"We're out of milk, Kook. Go get some," you finally say, licking your lips before he's kissing you again.

"Milk," he murmurs, not paying attention as he kisses his way up your neck until his teeth are tugging at your earlobe.

"Jungkook, we need milk," you try again, but he's stripping your shirt off your body and pulling your soaked panties to the side.

"You need this dick," is all he says as he moves the sheets out of the way, not surprised to see him naked. He strokes his cock as he looks you in the eyes. You lick your lips, mouth-watering at the sight of his fat cock drooling precum.

What did you need?

"Fuck me," you spit, hips sinking down on his cock. Your nails dig into his chest, loving the stretch he provides as you take all of him, cursing when you bottom out.

"So wet," Jungkook groans, head thrown back into his pillows as he holds your hips tightly. What a way to wake up!

What was it you needed again?

[yuta-senpai]

Our Angel | WayV

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: Pure filth, remote controlled vibrator, 8some, degradation, subspace, multiple penetration, breeding kink, squirting, oral (male & female receiving), unprotected sex, spit, and choking. (I’m honestly probably missing some stuff)  Just know this full 12.1k of words is basically all smut.

- Word Count: 12.1k

Ten stared into your eyes, “Baby, come on just wear it.”

You scoffed, “No fucking way.”

He pouted, “Please, it will be so much fucking fun.”

You were speechless, this man was a fucking kinky shit. You shook your head 'no’ again. He furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you saying no to your daddy when it's a punishment?”

A sigh escaped your lips, there was no way you were gonna win. 

He held the vibrator in his hand, “Put it in now or I will put it in for you. Either way, you are wearing it.”

You bit your lip, “Daddy, put it in for me.”

He smirked, “You are naughty Baby girl.” 

You laid back as he lifted your large shirt, and slid your panties to the side. Exposing your wet core to the cold air. You shivered and he licked his lips.

“I want to taste you, but you would enjoy that too much.”

He slowly slid the toy inside of you and kissed your clit before backing away. You whimpered and he smirked, “Okay, get dressed, be sure to wear a skirt. It’s time to hang out with the boys.”

You slid on your black skirt, put on a black lace bra, then a tight red crop top, and finally your boots.  You smiled as you eyed your outfit. 

Ten walked up behind you and smacked your ass. The vibrator inside of you made it hard to walk because you didn't want it to slide out, so you had to keep your legs together as much as possible. On the car ride over you felt a slight vibration ring through your body and you shivered. You didn't want to give Ten the pride of seeing you turned on by it. 

Ten held the remote in his hand and he turned the speed up more, causing a slight whimper to leave your lips.

He chuckled lowly, “You aren't gonna survive. That's not even close to the medium setting.”

Tightly gripping the car a loud choked moan left your lips as your body shook.  You bit your lips, your knuckles turning white from the tightness of your grip.  “Agh, Ten stop.  It-it’s too much.”  Your eyes rolled back as you felt an orgasm growing, your breathing rapidly increased, your chest rising up and down quickly, you were right at your breaking point.  The vibrations stopped suddenly and you whimpered, “Ahh daddy.  If you are gonna use it at least let me cum.”

An evil smirk spread across his face, “Oh don’t worry baby. You will get to cum very soon.” You didn’t know what he meant but you were excited, maybe you were gonna have quick sex in Kun’s bathroom again. 

He pulled up to the building, and you fidgeted making the vibrator poke against your g-spot. A soft gasp left your lips but the music playing covered it.  Ten turned towards you, “Babygirl when we go in there I will eventually turn that vibrator on, and if you are about to cum you need to say Paint”.  

You giggled slightly, “You are joking right?” He raised his eyebrow, “When do I joke about stuff like this?”

You nervously gulped, as you two stepped outside the car.  The large vibrator made it hard to walk, but you had to act normal.

Lucas opened the door and smirked at you which caught you off guard. He eyed you up and down, “You look good today baby.”

You stared at him for a moment, and then laughed, walking past him quickly.  Looking back around you see Ten whisper something to Lucas, causing Lucas to lick his lips seductively.  Walking into the living room you see all of the boys scattered around, and each one eyes you like a piece of candy. You cautiously walk into the room, “Uhh, hey guys.”

Kun winks, “Hey doll” he pats his lap, “Wanna sit here?”

You are taken aback, “Okay what the fuck is going on with all of you today, and where the fuck are your girlfriends?”

It wasn’t unusual for YangYang and Hendery to be clingy and offer up their lap as they were like your brothers. Xiaojun laughs, “We are all single, didn’t Ten tell you? He is officially the only one with a girl.”  It’s kind of shocking that Kun, Xiaojun, and Lucas all broke up with their girlfriends and you hadn’t heard.

Your mouth opens in shock at the news you hear, but at least their flirting makes some sense now. 

Kun smirked at you again "So are you going to take up my offer to sit here. Most comfortable seat in the house."

You chuckled "Actually I think Hendery's lap would be the most comfortable."

Hendery's eyes widened in shock and a blush spread across his face, that wasn’t usual.

Ten's arm wrapped around your waist protectively "How about she sits on her boyfriend's lap."

Xiaojun pouted "We just wanted to have a little fun." 

Ten kissed your ear and then whispered "Why don't you go sit on Hendery's lap.  You usually go sit on him instead of me anyways."  A hint of jealousy present in his voice. 

Your eyes widened "Ah bu-"

He stopped you "No but’s now go do it."

You bit your lip and sauntered over to Hendery, eyeing him. 

You sat down next to him and placed your legs over his, "Sorry I embarrassed you prince."

He smiled, “Who said you embarrassed me.  Just wasn’t expecting you to suddenly say that.”  He placed his hands on your calves and lightly caressed them, his left hand rubbing up to your thigh.  You were loyal to Ten, I mean he was your boyfriend, but something about Hendery made you want to be unloyal.  Even though he was like a brother at times, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

You bit your lip as you watched Hendery’s hands rub circles on your legs, but froze when you felt a slight vibration start inside you.  Ten was sitting across from you with an evil smirk.  You loved him but right now you wanted to kill him.

Hendery raised his eyebrow at you, “Something wrong princess?” 

Your face heated up because Hendery was intensely staring at you now, and he just called you princess.  “Uh yeah, I am fine.”

He patted your hip, “Come on, move onto my lap, princess.”

You hesitated, what if he felt the vibration, but if you didn’t he would know something was up.  Plus he probably was just worried about you since you had frozen up.  The vibrator suddenly stopped inside you, Ten must have realized Hendery might be able to feel it.  You moved yourself up onto Hendery’s lap, your ass resting on his left thigh, and your legs draped over his right thigh.  It was not unusual for you to drape yourself over Hendery, but with the vibrator pushing into you extra hard it felt different.  He wrapped his arms around your waist and you put your arm around his neck.  Lucas who had been leaning against the door frame took the opportunity to sit where you had just been sitting.  So you were now sitting on Hendery with Lucas to your left and Xiaojun to your right.  Everybody seemed less chatty today and more fixated on you, and it was intimidating.  

Had Ten told them about your punishment, were they just waiting to watch you fight off an orgasm, no Ten wouldn’t do that to you, would he.  I mean he did currently have you sitting on Hendery’s lap with a vibrator inside you, so honestly, nothing would surprise you at this point.

Ten cleared his throat and started up a conversation with the others bringing the attention off you, but Hendery seemed to focus his attention solely on you.  You shifted slightly on Hendery, the vibrator pushing against your most sensitive spot, almost causing a moan to escape your lips.  Your arm around Hendery’s neck tightens and he licks his lips.  A slight flush covers your face.  The toy inside of you suddenly starts, and not a slow pace but a very fast one.  With the angle of the toy and the sudden start of the vibrations, a loud gasping moan leaves your lips and you shudder in Hendery’s arms.  You quickly compose yourself but it was too late for that, the toy inside you stopped.

The room is silent and all eyes are on you, hungry and lust-filled eyes.  Your face heated up, “Umm sorry Hendery just pinched my side and it caught me off guard.” Xiaojun arched his eyebrow at you then looked up at Hendery to confirm his suspicions.  You looked at Hendery with pleading eyes, Hendery laughed “Sorry she kept fidgeting so I pinched her.” The others didn’t look like they believed it but didn’t protest and start back up with their conversation.

Hendery pulled you against his chest, his mouth right next to your ear.  “Princess, does Ten have you all filled up with a vibrator?  Is he controlling it?  You know I felt the vibration on my leg, he really turned that on high.” You froze, he knew about the vibrator now.

You sighed, “Yes, he does.  Let me move so it’s not so awkward.” Moving to get up he held you close, “Now I didn’t say I minded Princess.” One of his hands slipped down to your hip massaging lightly, his hands making your core clench around the toy. 

Hendery’s eyes moved from yours to look up at Ten, whose eyes were intensely focused on the two of you, a smirk forming on both their faces.

Ten smiled at you, licked his lips then pressed the button on the controller, a slow vibration running through your core.  Your toes curled but you made no noise.

Hendery tightened his grip on your hips, and your gaze moved from Tens to Hendery’s.  

Hendery placed his hand on your inner thigh way too high up, causing your skirt to slightly ride up, almost exposing your black lacy panties.

Ten turned the vibration up, and your legs trembled in Hendery’s grip.

You were having to fight not to orgasm, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the other members.  

Looking up you see Xiaojun’s eyes fixed onto yours, and the look in his eyes alone could send you over the edge.  

You couldn’t hold it off anymore, you gasped out “PAINT.” Expecting the vibrations to stop they suddenly increased, making you moan loudly.  A hand gripped your hair and tilted your head back roughly, Lucas looked into your eyes “Cum for us baby.”

A wave of pleasure washed over you, a high-pitched whiny moan leaving your lips, your whole body shaking as Hendery held you against him. 

After coming down from your high, the vibrations stopped, and you looked around embarrassed about to apologize but Hendery quickly kissed you.  The hand that had been on your thigh moving up to your cheek as he kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe. 

He moved you to straddle him, his lips never leaving yours. 

You pulled away gasping for air and confused as to what was happening.

You felt hands on your shoulders so you looked up to see your boyfriend Ten.  A smirk covering his face "So perfect my baby girl.  Now, why don't you be a good girl for Hendery now."

You looked at him confused and he kissed you "Everybody wants a turn with you and I am giving them this opportunity once as long as you agree."

Your eyes widened “Ah, all of you? Really?” A chorus of “Yes” could be heard throughout the room.  Hendery squeezed your hips, “So what do you think princess?  Think you can handle all of us?” Your face heated up as you looked around the room, all of their eyes were hungry and needy. 

Biting your lip you nodded, “Yes I can try.” Ten kissed the top of your head, “If you need to stop or take a break just let me know, and I will stop it.” You looked up at Ten and the two of you kissed for a moment, he backed away and let the others have their fun.  Within a moment you felt two more hands on your body,  Xiaojun was gripping your left breast and Lucas your right, and Hendery’s hand slipped around from your hips to your ass.

Lucas pulled your red crop top over your head, and a chorus of groans could be heard at the sight of your black lace bra.  You felt vulnerable and overwhelmed. 

Hendery pushed the others back for a moment, they protested but he shushed them, then gripped your chin and made you look him in the eye, “Eyes on me princess.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek, “Pretend like it’s just me, and only me.” You nodded and focused your attention on him, and he rolled you down against his hardened cock, making you moan and roll your head back.  He kissed your jawline then neck, alternating between sucking and kissing.  Leaving your neck and shoulder littered with his marks.

Hendery kept rolling you down against him as he did this, your hands gripped his shoulders.

He stopped and bunched your skirt up at your waist and slid his hand down over the front of your panties.  Your panties soaking, when he felt that he groaned, “So wet for me princess.” Lucas groaned, “You are taking too fucking long Hendery.”

Hendery raised his eyebrow at Lucas and frowned. 

Lucas unclipped your bra, exposing your breasts.  He took both of your breasts into his hand and massaged them, admiring the way they felt. 

He moved his hands down to your waist and gripped onto your skirt.  “I suggest you let her stand up and take this off or I will rip it off her.”

Hendery rolled his eyes “So impatient.  We are all about to take her, we need to make sure she is ready so she doesn’t get hurt.”

Lucas gripped the skirt ready to rip it when you stopped him and slowly stood up from Hendery’s lap, you let the skirt hit the floor, leaving you almost fully exposed to seven hungry eyes.

Lucas gripped your waist and pulled you towards him, he ran his hand over the front of your panties “You really are wet baby.” He lightly kissed against the outside of your panties, your right hand gripping his hair.  He pushed the material to the side and licked from your core to your clit.  He pulled the vibrator out of you and groaned when he saw how wet it was.

A soft moan left your lips and your grip tightened on his hair. 

Lucas smirked, “You taste so good, baby.” You looked to your left and noticed Hendery and Xiaojun had moved around.  Hendery was laying down on the sofa and Xiaojun was standing at the end of the sofa.  Lucas pulled your panties the rest of the way down then pulled you down to quickly kiss him.  You pulled away from the kiss and looked to see Hendery beckoning you over.  Lucas slapped your ass causing you to jump, several people in the room chuckled. 

You looked to see YangYang with his hand down his pants, and WinWin had fully removed his dick from his pants stroking himself as he intently watched you.

Kun and Ten were watching you closely, both with obvious bulges in their pants but they didn't touch themselves.  

You walked next to Hendery and he licked his lips as his eyes looked down to your core.  

“I have the best seat in the house, princess.  Why don’t you come sit on it.” You blushed, but he pulled you down and had you straddle his chest.

His right hand dipped down to your core, his middle finger sliding into you with ease.  You moaned and braced yourself against him.  He pulled his fingers out and up to his mouth licking them “You taste amazing princess.  Why don’t you move up here and let me taste you more.” You moved forward hovering over his face, your knees beside his head.  He wrapped his arms underneath your thighs and around to the top, before pulling you down against his face leaving just enough room to breathe.  He kissed your clit, then sucked it into his mouth you shuddered and braced onto the edge of the sofa.  Xiaojun stood in front of you palming himself in his jeans.  You reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly removed his dick from his pants. 

Taking it in your hand you stroked his length a few times and licked up the bead of precum that escaped. 

A moan escaped your lips when Hendery moved his tongue a certain way, Xiaojun took the opportunity and gripped your hair in his hand and pushed his cock into your mouth.  You made eye contact with him as you ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft making him moan.  

You ran your tongue along the vein that ran across the bottom of his shaft.  He gritted his teeth and gripped your jaw holding your mouth open, “Quit teasing and suck it already.” He thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat causing you to choke.  One of your hands gripped Xiaojun’s thigh and the other gripped onto Hendery’s hair.  Xiaojun had taken control of the situation and was fucking your mouth.  

Lucas cleared his throat beside you, his very large cock free, moving your hand from Xiaojun’s thigh, you wrapped your hand around Lucas’ cock.  You slowly stroked up and down his length.  It was hard to focus on him with Xiaojun abusing your mouth and Hendery abusing your clit.

Xiaojun pulled away making you gasp for air, saliva running from your mouth.  He held your mouth open as he stroked his dick.  “Tongue out”

You stuck your tongue out, as he groaned and came in your mouth focusing on making it land on your tongue.  It dripped from your tongue onto the edge of the couch.  He smirked, “Swallow it.” You pulled your tongue back in and he released his grip on your mouth.  You swallowed then opened your mouth to show it was all gone.  

“Such a good girl.”

You smiled softly, Xiaojun wiped some cum from your chin and held it to your mouth, you sucked his finger into your mouth cleaning it. 

Somebody in the room said, “Fuck that was hot”.

A moan suddenly escaped your lips, Hendery had found a certain spot that made your thighs shake against him, and he abused that spot when he felt your thighs tighten around his head. 

Your toes curled, your thighs tightly clamped around Hendery’s head as you came harder than you ever had before, your whole body shaking.

Xiaojun cursed in front of you, Lucas cursed beside you, and your face heated up.  What had you done that made them react like that.  Hendery pushed you back to rest on his lap, nearly his entire face wet with your release. 

Hendery licked his lips, “Did you know you could squirt?” Ten gasped, “Did she actually squirt?”

Hendery chuckled “Well how do you explain my face being soaked.” You covered your face embarrassed.  Your hands were ripped from your face and Ten stood beside you both anger and amazement in his eyes, “You can squirt?" Nibbling your lip you nodded, Ten huffed “ You never have squirted for me.” You felt guilty but it wasn’t your fault, “I’m sorry.  It just only happens sometimes.” Hendery chuckled beneath you “I guess I can please your girlfriend better than you can, should probably just let her date me.” “Shut the fuck up Guanheng.” Ten growled.  “I will find what makes you squirt baby girl.” Ten leaned down and kissed you, then looked at Hendery amused as Hendery wiped his face with a towel that Kun had brought him.

Hendery smiled at you, then patted your leg, “Let me up so I can finally feel that tight little pussy of yours.” “Why do you think you get to have sex with her first?” Lucas protested.

Hendery smirked “Because I made her squirt I deserve it.  You can have your turn after.”

You stood up beside the couch and Hendery stood up beside you sliding his shirt over his head, then slid his pants and boxers to the floor.  You noticed that nobody else but you two were naked, they were either still fully clothed or just had their dicks free.

You giggled “It’s so embarrassing that all of you are still clothed except Hendery and me.” Lucas laughed and removed his shirt, exposing his toned abs.  Lucas held your face in his large hands then leaned down and kissed you.  Hendery stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck.  Lucas massaged your breasts and Hendery grabbed your right leg, putting it up on the sofa.  You felt the tip of Hendery’s cock brush against your core.  He lined himself up and slowly pushed up into you making you moan into Lucas’ mouth.  Your eyes clamped shut and you reached behind to grab at Hendery’s hair.  Lucas pulled back and chuckled, “You didn’t waste any time did you Hendery.”

Hendery moaned at your tightness, “So fucking tight.” Lucas pinched your right nipple and smirked when you moaned. “Hendery at least do her doggy style so she can suck me.” Lucas tilted your head up to look at him, and you opened your eyes.  He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, “I’d love these pretty little lips wrapped around my big cock.  She’ll probably choke on it.  Would you like that baby, want to choke on my big cock?” You nodded, then he gripped your throat in his large hands.  

“Use your words baby.”

“Yes, daddy.  Please let me choke on your big cock.”

Lucas smirked, “Ten how does it feel knowing your precious baby girl is calling another man ‘daddy’ and wanting his cock so much?”

Ten laughed but it sounded more like a moan, “Y’all really are assholes.  I’m letting you fuck my girlfriend and you are gonna tease me about every little thing.”

Lucas gripped your throat tighter and chuckled “You are the one who said little not me.  Also because we know you can’t love her or fuck her as well as us.  I can tell she likes it rough, likes being told what to do, likes being controlled by a man who is so much bigger than her.  Don’t you baby?” “Yes, daddy.”

Lucas released the grip on your throat. Hendery scoffed, “So rough with her.  She is a princess and should be treated like it.”  Hendery pulled out of you and groaned, you whined at the loss of him.

You hated that they were fighting over you but you would deal with that later.

Hendery tapped your thigh, “Get on your hands and knees on the couch, leave enough room for Lucas to sit down.” You got on the couch, your knees and hands sinking into the cushions.  Hendery climbed behind you and ran his hands from your ass up to your back, you arched wanting to give him the best angle.

“So perfect my princess.”

You looked back to see Hendery positioning himself to slide into you.

“No condom?” Hendery raised his right eyebrow and smiled, “We are all clean, and Ten said that there was a certain something you and him would both enjoy if we decide to say it.  Ten told us a lot about what you would enjoy, and what he would enjoy.” Your face heated up, you knew exactly what he was talking about now.

Hendery slid into you again and groaned, gripping your hips tightly.  You moaned and held onto the couch.  Hendery slid all the way in then halted to let Lucas get in place. Lucas sat down in front of you, his pants now fully removed.

He gathered your hair up with his right hand, holding it back for you, then with his left hand tapped the head of his cock against your lips, smearing his precum on them.

“Tongue out.” You opened your mouth and held your tongue out for him.  

He slapped the head of his cock against your tongue then thrust up into your mouth making you choke.

A deep chuckle left his lips, “I told you that you would choke on my big cock with how small you are.”

He gripped your hair tightly then nodded to Hendery.  Hendery pulled out to the tip then thrust back in rough and hard, making you lurch forward taking Lucas’ cock further into your mouth. 

Tears welled in your eyes as Lucas held your hair, holding your mouth on his cock, letting Hendery’s pace guide your movements.  He watched you intently, his gaze overwhelming to you, so you closed your eyes. 

He tightened the grip on your hair. “Eyes on me baby.”

You opened your tear-filled eyes and stared at him.  His eyes were dark, and you could tell he was really enjoying himself, this urged you on.

You started moving your head along with Hendery’s thrusts, trying to focus on the head of Lucas’s dick.  He pushed your head down “Baby, I prefer if you try to take it deep, I wanna hear you choke on me.”

You took him deeper into your mouth letting Hendery’s steady pace control your movements, Lucas basically fucking your throat.  Saliva dripped from your mouth pooling onto Lucas’ pelvis, getting caught in the small amount of pubic hair he had.

Hendery tightened his grip on your hips and changed his position, thrusting deeper and faster into you, causing a strangled moan to leave your lips. 

His right hand moved from your hip around to your clit, his fingers lightly rubbing against the sensitive nerves.  His fingers delicately playing against your clit, his movement perfectly hitting the most sensitive part making your knees shake.  Hendery pushed down on your back with his left hand making you arch your back again, then he grabbed onto your waist and leaned over you.  He thrust into your roughly which contrasted with the soft touches on your clit and the delicate kisses he placed along your back.  You felt euphoric with all the contrasting touches, Hendery both gentle and rough, while Lucas was abusing your mouth.

Lucas started thrusting up into your mouth, he had a look of determination on his face, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweating due to the pleasure.  “I’m about to cum baby.”

His grip on your hair tightened, a burning feeling running over your scalp.  A deep guttural moan left his lips, his thighs shook, his whole body tensed, and his face contorted into one of pure pleasure as he came into your mouth. 

Hendery had slowed his thrusts to let Lucas ride out his high, then he halted completely. 

Lucas stroked himself a few times making sure all the cum was out, then pulled your hair up forcing you off his dick and making you sit up as much as you could, practically sitting on Hendery’s lap, who had sat back. “Let me see that cum in your mouth.” You opened your mouth, a few drops of cum spilling from the sides. 

He let it drip down your chin, neck, and down to your breasts.

Lucas held your jaw and leaned over you, he stopped for a moment as if deciding what to do, but then he spit down into your mouth, then smirked. 

He moved his hand from your jaw, “Swallow.” You swallowed his cum and spit.  Lucas leaned down and licked the cum from your breast, cleaning all the way up to your lips where he kissed you, his tongue running against yours.

He backed away and smirked as you looked at him with want and need, “I’ll fill that pussy with my cum later.”

He leaned back on the couch to watch you.

You felt Hendery’s dick twitch inside you and he groaned.  “That was fucking hot.”

You had forgotten Hendery was even there, forgot he was inside you, having him there just felt so natural. 

Hendery wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder. 

“How about we change positions, you lay down princess.” You slowly got off of him but whimpered when he no longer was inside you.  You laid down, your head in between Lucas’s thighs, closer to his knees.

Hendery hovered over you admiring you before he slowly slid into you.  Once all the way in you placed your left leg around his waist and your right on his shoulder, he held on to your right leg as he rolled his hips into you. 

He held his lip between his teeth, his sweat-covered hair sticking to his forehead, and covering his eyes, he was watching himself slide in and out of your core. 

You gripped his arm and looked at him with pleading eyes, “Please kiss me.” He smiled and leaned over you, connecting his lips with yours.  His thrusts slow and passionate.  You moved the hair from his forehead and looked into his eyes.  Hendery buried his face against your upper chest and shoulder, his lips kissing the skin there.  He would bite and nip then suck the skin into his mouth leaving marks all along your neck and shoulder.  Hendery turned his head to your ear and let out a breathy moan, then kissed the edge of your ear, he whispered “I marked you as mine.  You know that you are mine, right princess?”

You nodded, “I know I am, my prince.”

Hendery propped himself up, his right hand next to your head, and his left hand on your waist.  He started thrusting faster, wanting to make you cum again.  A moan left your lips as he hit a certain sensitive spot. 

“Ahh, Hendery.”  Your back arched up off the sofa and you reached out to hold onto something coming into contact with Lucas’ thigh.  Your nails dug into the soft flesh of Lucas’s thigh, he winced.  “Shit baby don’t hurt me.” Hendery moved his hand from your waist down to your clit, pushing you closer to the edge, you felt bad for gripping Lucas’s thigh so tight but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your grip on Lucas’s thighs tightened, and he jerked his thigh away then grabbed your left hand, holding it so you could squeeze it.  Soft whimpers and moans left your lips every couple of seconds. Seeing you so close to your breaking point urged Hendery on, his pace quickened as he fought off his own release. 

Hendery gave up on holding himself up, he leaned forward onto his elbow and kissed you, his left hand in between your bodies still rubbing your swollen clit. Your right hand went around his back, your nails digging into him leaving large red scratch marks.  Lucas still held your left hand.  Hendery leaned back down by your ear, “Gonna fill you up with my cum, do you want that princess?  Want me to cum in the pretty pussy of yours?  What if I get you pregnant, make you all mine.” Hendery’s words pushed you over the edge, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your mouth fell open, your legs wrapped tight around Hendery’s waist.  You loudly moaned “Hendery” as you came, your walls pulsating around Hendery.

Hendery moaned lowly, burying his face in your neck,  and groaning “Fuck” as he came.  He filled you with his cum, his thrusts sloppy as he rode out his high.

As soon as you both came down from your highs, Hendery moved his hand from your clit, and kissed you softly.  He pulled out and groaned, and you whimpered.  Hendery smiled and rubbed your leg, Lucas rubbed your hand.

You leaned up and finally looked back at Lucas, he was staring at you with so much admiration, love, and dominance. 

He laughed “I should have moved.  You already made my dick hard again.  But I’ll let the others get their turn.” Lucas let go of your hand and moved from the couch with Hendery.

YangYang and WinWin stood up and walked over to you, and Hendery and Lucas took their spots.

WinWin smirked down at you laying on the couch staring at them with big eyes, he stroked his dick and bit his lip.  YangYang and WinWin both were not as girthy or long as Hendery and Lucas, they definitely were more average in size.

WinWin helped you sit up.  “We have an idea sweetheart.  How do you feel about having both of us in your pussy?  Think you can handle that?” Your eyes widened “Both of you?”

YangYang nodded, “I have always wanted to try it.  So what do you think?” WinWin sat down to your right, placed his left hand on your inner thigh, and then kissed across your shoulder.

YangYang sat down to your left side, his left hand cupping your breast.  He pinched your nipple making you shudder.

You bit your lip, “Yes.” WinWin raised his eyebrow, “Are you positive?” “Yes, let’s try it.” The two boys gave each other a look and backed away from you quickly stripping down to nothing.  You giggled, “Wow you two are eager.” YangYang smiled “Of course we fucking are.” You smiled back at him, enjoying the way YangYang could always make you smile, even in serious situations like this.

The two sat back down where they had just been, YangYang immediately moved to your breast while WinWin grabbed your chin and turned your head so he could kiss you.

His lips moved against yours, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, you opened your mouth letting his tongue into your mouth.  He ran his tongue along yours, then pulled back letting your tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it slightly.

WinWin pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

He stared into your eyes then kissed you one last time. 

“YangYang let me slide in first then you can slide in after.” YangYang pulled back from where he was sucking on your breast right above your nipple making a prominent hickey form there.

YangYang nods “Okay, sounds like a plan.” You bite your lip “So how are we going to do this? WinWin leaned back on the arm of the couch, his legs spread, and beckoned you over “Come sit in my lap sweetheart.”

You moved up into his lap and sat down, his dick pressed against his stomach.  He looked up and down your body, and held onto your waist. 

“I can’t wait to be in that pretty pussy of yours.” He gripped his dick in his right hand and guided himself into you.  Your forehead falling onto his, a moan left your lips, and a deep groan left his lips.

He held you still as he thrust up into you slowly.

YangYang kissed your right shoulder from the back, and you felt fingers down by your core.  YangYang slid two fingers in next to WinWin’s dick inside you, and scissored them, trying to prepare you. 

You winced but could handle the stretch.  WinWin stayed still inside you as YangYang fingered you.  You looked to see somebody standing right next to you, Ten was standing there holding a bottle of lube. “If you are going to do this, be sure to use lube YangYang, I don’t want her to get hurt.”

YangYang took the lube and thanked Ten.  You looked up at Ten, and he kissed you.  “If you need them to stop, just say the safe word and they will stop or I will make them stop, okay?”

You nodded, “Of course, I know daddy.” He smiled, “You are just too fucking perfect baby girl.” He walked back over and sat down next to Kun.

YangYang worked another finger into you stretching you out enough to be able to fit him inside.  He pulled his fingers out and you heard the lube opening behind you, then you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.

WinWin held your waist, “Relax sweetheart.” YangYang kissed along your shoulder as he positioned himself behind you and slowly pushed the head of his dick inside you.  The stretch making you dig your nails into WinWin’s arms.  You whimpered, and WinWin massaged your waist, “You really need to relax sweetheart.  Focus on me.” You stared into WinWin’s eyes and took a deep breath, letting yourself relax.  YangYang took the opportunity and slid all the way into you.

You felt so full with both of them inside you.  You held onto WinWin’s shoulders and they both stayed still.

YangYang buried his face into your neck, “I think you are gonna have to move for us, angel.  It’s a tight fit.”

You pushed yourself up a bit then slid back down on them, all three of you moaned.  It was very overwhelming, and you could only move so much otherwise you risked them sliding out.  You set a steady pace moving up and down on the two of them.  YangYang kissed and sucked all along your shoulder, the sensations sending shivers down your spine.

YangYang groaned “I am not gonna last long at all angel.” WinWin threw his head back “Me either.  God, you are so fucking, sexy sweetheart.  Taking the two of us so well.” YangYang started thrusting up lightly, chasing his orgasm.  WinWin leaned up sandwiching you tightly between their bodies.  Sweat rolled down your neck and WinWin licked up the bead of sweat.

They both thrust up into you at the same slow but deep pace, both desperate for their release.  YangYang leaned his head against your back, his heavy and hot breath fanned out across your bare skin.  You were so close to your release and your legs shook as you tried to move with them.

YangYang's breathing got more ragged and his hands gripped your waist, “I-I I’m gonna cum angel.  Gonna fill you up.” He bit down on your shoulder and grunted as the hands-on your hips shook and he came inside you.  You whimpered, now feeling extra full. 

WinWin chuckled, "That was kind of gross feeling you cum YangYang."

You giggled and YangYang just laughed against your back. 

His breathing was warm and slow, as he tried to catch his breath. 

YangYang slowly pulled out and laid down behind you.  His cum along with Hendery's dripping down from your core.

WinWin looked down to see his dick coated in cum and groaned.  "That's fucking hot, look at you leaking cum.  I can't wait to fill you up too.  You are gonna be so full when we are all done."

He moved his hands to your waist and thrust up into you, a wet sound came from your core.  You bounced on him and he groaned.  He started thrusting up into you faster, and you still slowly moved up and down on him, which greatly contrasted WinWin's fast movements.

You moaned loudly and whimpered, you buried your face into his neck and wrapped your arms around him.  The pleasure was too overwhelming, so you gave up on trying to move.  Just letting him fuck up into you.  Your teeth grazed his collarbone, making him suck in a deep breath.  You kissed the skin softly and bit down, likely leaving a mark against his beautiful skin.  He wrapped one hand in your hair and the other still dug into your hips.  "Gonna cum for me sweetheart?"

You nodded and panted out, "I'm so close Sicheng."

He grunted close to your ear, "I know, I can feel you tightening.  You feel so good around me, so good.  You deserve to cum, sweetheart you can do it.  Cum for me."

You whimpered loudly and dug your nails into his back.  

You moaned out "Ahh Sicheng." As you came around him.  He grunted at the tightness, and you calling him by his real name again.  His breathing shook and his hand that was against your hip tightened.  You felt his legs shaking underneath you, and his arms holding you shook as he was about to cum.  He thrust up hard and came, you pressed all the way against him, so you could feel him cumming deep within you, painting your walls.  A loud almost whiny moan escaped his lips as he came.  He continued to move his hips helping you both through your orgasms.  You fell against his chest, both of your breaths ragged.  He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

He was being so caring and gentle.  You stayed leaned against him as you tried to gain back control of your breathing and surroundings.  You heard movement next to you but were still out of it, the orgasm having been so overwhelming you felt light-headed.

WinWin patted your butt and whispered in your ear, “My time is up baby, you have to let me up.” You whimpered and curled down further against him.  

He chuckled lightly, “I would love to just lay here and hold you but I have to move now baby, I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him and pouted, tears in your eyes, you had slipped into a fully submissive headspace.  WinWin softly kissed you then helped lift you up off of him and sat you down on the couch.  You whined as he pulled out, and he sighed.  “I know baby, I’m sorry.”

He looked over at somebody, “Ten I think she slipped into a different headspace.”

When he had pulled out the release of all three men spilled from you down your thighs.  You shuddered at the feeling.  

Ten grabbed your chin and had you look up at him, he noticed the tears in your eyes.  “You doing okay baby?”

You nodded, “I just don't like being empty.” Ten chuckled, “You really did slip into a submissive headspace, how cute.  Don’t worry baby you will be filled again soon.”

He ran his middle and pointer fingers between your legs collecting the release of all three men, then slid his thumb across your lower lip and you opened your mouth.  He smirked as he laid his pointer and middle fingers in your mouth.  You closed your mouth around them and sucked, closing your eyes.  Loving the taste of the mixture of your release and their release, the salty mixture overwhelming your taste buds.  He pushed down against your tongue, and you whimpered around his fingers.  You were so focused on his fingers that you didn’t notice somebody sit down behind you until cold hands touched your waist.  You flinched at the contact and he chuckled lowly, “Sorry doll, did I startle you?” You recognized the voice as Kun’s and nodded, then mumbled out around Ten’s fingers, “Cold.”

Kun kissed your shoulder, “Want to help me warm up?”

“Yes, please.”

Ten held your tongue in between his fingers making a small amount of saliva spill from around his fingers, “Aw look at you drooling, so messy baby.”

You opened your mouth wide and looked at him, his fingers still holding your tongue.  He groaned lowly, “Holy fuck.  Look at you.”

More saliva spilled from your open mouth.

Ten pulled his fingers from your mouth and you whimpered.  He gripped your chin and leaned in kissing you then he pulled away to stand up and undress.  Kun continued to kiss along your shoulder. He let his right hand slide between you, pressing his finger against your clit making you whimper. He leaned up to your ear and kissed softly before whispering, “Maybe Ten will let me join you again so I can taste that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Why not taste it now?” He chuckled, “Because I don’t want to taste their cum.” You smiled and giggled, Ten raised his eyebrow and sat back down in front of you “What are you two whispering about?” Kun rested his chin on your shoulder, “Oh nothing.  Just telling her how much I want to fill her up.” “Uh-huh, if you say so.”

Ten leaned against the armrest of the couch and looked you up and down, he stroked himself as he looked at you,  “God, you are so perfect.  Dripping with cum, drooling, and looking so fucked out.  So beautiful.  My perfect, beautiful girl.” Your face heated up and he smiled at you, he always knew what to say to get you flustered.  Kun kissed your neck and moved his arms from around your waist.  The couch shifted behind you as he got up.  You looked behind you to watch Kun undress, his muscles flexing as he moved.  He pulled his shirt over his head then smirked at you, “Like what you see?” You bit your lip and nodded causing him to chuckle, “So cute.” You smiled at him, then your eyes widened as he pushed his pants and boxers down.  You had noticed his bulge was quite large but you weren't expecting that.  It was not super long but it had a lot of girth. 

He raised his eyebrow and stroked himself a few times as he watched you.

“Looks like it's gonna stretch me out good.”

He chuckled “You just had two dicks in you, I don’t think I’m gonna stretch you much more than that.” He sat back down behind you, his hands rubbing from your lower back up to your shoulders. 

“Ten, how do you think we should do this?” Ten stroked your cheek, “I think her legs are probably tired, so how about she lays down on her stomach.  Sound good baby?” “I- I want to watch Kun.”

“Yeah, I want to watch her.” “How about we start on your stomach and then move onto your back.” You nodded and moved to lay down, your legs spreading around Kun’s body behind you and your head resting on Ten’s thigh.

He stroked your hair and moved it out of your face, then held it to keep your hair out of the way.  Kun ran his hands from behind your knee up to your ass, then he landed a firm slap onto your right cheek making you flinch. 

He kneaded the spot he slapped then you felt a soft kiss against where he had hit.  He moved up closer to you, and you felt his dick rub across your ass.  A shiver ran up your spine as he spread your ass cheeks apart and the head of his dick ran up against you.  Ten stroked himself slowly and still held onto your hair, you knew he wanted you to suck him but he wasn’t rushing it.  Kun pushed against you not quite sliding in, making you push back against him.  He chuckled, “Patience doll.”

You stared at Ten’s face, his eyes were fixed on what Kun was doing.  You felt Kun spit down against your core and you flinched, “Oh fuck, it was already wet enough but I wanted to do that.”

Kun used his hands to spread you again, he rubbed the head of his dick across your clit, then slapped the head against your clit making you flinch.  He pulled back and suddenly slid the head of his dick in, making you dig your nails into Ten’s thighs.  Kun slowly rocked back and forth only using the head of his cock.  “Please, all the way in Kun.”

Kun gripped your hips and readjusted himself so he was leaning more forward.  You watched Ten raise an eyebrow at Kun, then Ten leaned forward just a bit, making sure to not push your head from his thigh.  You felt Kun move a hand from your hip.  

You pushed back against Kun wanting to feel him all the way in.  The hand that had moved from your hip was brought down on your ass cheek, “I told you to be patient doll, don’t test my patience, or I won’t let you cum.”

Kun moved his hand away again, and you saw it on Ten’s cheek.  You moved just a bit to get a better look but laying on your stomach you could only see so much.  Kun suddenly thrust all the way into you then leaned forward and connected his lips with Ten’s.  One of your hands gripped onto Ten the other onto the couch.

Ten whimpered and melted into Kun’s touch, which just urged Kun on.  He pulled out of you, almost to the tip then thrust back in forcefully making a whiny moan leave your lips.  You listened to the noises they made as the two kissed passionately.  Kun’s hand moved to grip Ten’s hair, he pulled it roughly pulling Ten’s head back.  Kun started thrusting into you at a steady pace as he kissed down Ten’s neck.

Ten whined, “Holy fuck Kun.”

Kun chuckled lowly then licked from Ten’s collar bone up to his jawline.  Kun made eye contact with you and winked.  

Both of his hands moved to your hips as he changed his pace.  He started to thrust in deep and slow then rotate his hips around before pulling almost all the way out.  This made you bury your head in Ten’s thigh, your eyes closed tightly.  He repeated this several times then groaned, “Your pussy feels so damn good.”

Ten gripped your chin and turned your face to look up at him, “Suck.”

He was stroking himself, beads of precum leaking from the tip, the head very red from lack of attention.  You pushed your upper body up and Ten gripped onto your hair.  You looked at him with big eyes and stuck your tongue out, “Please fuck my mouth daddy.”

Ten groaned, “So hot for me baby.”

Kun gripped your hips tighter and moaned, “Such a dirty girl for us aren’t you doll?”

You nodded the best you could, and Ten slapped the head of his dick against your tongue.  He then rubbed his precum over your tongue making you taste him. 

You took the head into your mouth, sucking it as hard as you could.  Ten’s thighs shook, “Oh-oh fuck.”

You pulled away with a smirk and he rolled his eyes, he knew you liked teasing him.  You wrapped your lips back around him, and let him take control as he slowly thrust up into your mouth.  He was being careful not to be rough.  Kun kissed against your shoulder blade and you shivered, his hands wrapped around your stomach as he continued to kiss along your back.  His thrusts slowed back down as he focused on kissing your back, and leaving small love marks along your shoulder blades. 

“What if I gave your angel wings in love marks since you are our little angel.” You tightened around him at the idea, and at the possessive name.  He chuckled against your shoulder, “I think you liked that doll.” You couldn’t nod or say anything as Ten was still rolling his hips up into your mouth.  Drool dripped out around his dick, down your face, and down onto him.

Ten chuckled, “You really are messy baby.”

Kun’s hands dug into your waist as he started thrusting into you faster, your body moving with each rough thrust up into you.  You reached behind you and gripped his arm, digging your nails into it.  He hissed at the pain, “Ow damn doll.”  He didn’t push you away he let you hold onto him.  Your other hand dug into Ten’s thigh, as your breathing got more rapid.  

“Aww baby, gonna cum already?”

You couldn’t respond as your body shook and you moaned out around Ten’s dick.  Kun slowed his thrusts, and groaned “Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet.”  He pulled out for a moment and then slid back in, landing a slap on your ass.  “ Now who said you could cum already doll.”

Ten pulled away so you could speak, “I’m sorry Kun.  It’s just so overwhelming.” 

He slowly rolled in and out of you as he listened.  He leaned down and kissed your shoulder blade, “Since you have been so good tonight I won’t do anything to punish you, maybe another time.”  You turned to smile at him, and he smiled back then suddenly thrust in deep making a loud moan leave your lips.  He chuckled, “How cute”.  

Ten was stroking himself as he watched you.  He slid his dick back into your mouth, rolling his hips at a quicker pace trying to finish.  Kun started thrusting faster and you felt his sweat drip down onto your lower back.  You wanted to see his face, you were sure his jaw was locked and his dimples were showing, as sweat dripped down his body.  You whimpered around Ten’s dick and he pulled away, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I want to see Kun.”

Ten rolled his eyes, “Can’t even let me finish here.”

You pouted up at him and he sighed.  

Kun chuckled from behind you, “Want to flip around and look at me, doll?”

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

Kun pulled out of you and sat back as Ten helped you move onto your back.  You got on your knees, and Kun landed a firm slap against your ass.  

“Ahhh Kun”

He chuckled, “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

You finally flipped over so you were laying on your back, your head against Ten’s thigh.  You could finally fully admire Kun.  He was leaned back staring at you closely, his hair wet with sweat, a few drops dripping down his chest.  His thighs were flexed the way he was leaned back, and his cock stood tall, twitching when you looked at it, making a drop of precum drip out.  You looked back up at his eyes and they were dark as he stared at you then a smirk spread across his face.  

He moved forward hovering over you, “Hi.”  

You smiled, “Hi.”

One of his hands was on the back of the couch the other close to your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he reached between the two of you, guiding himself into you.  Your back arched as he slid in, your head pushing into Ten’s leg.  Kun groaned and leaned down, kissing along your chest.  He started rolling in and out of you slowly as his lips attached to your right nipple.  He carefully sucked it between his lips then ran his teeth along it making you shudder, “Ahh Kun.”

Ten was slowly stroking himself as he watched you, quiet moans leaving his pretty lips.  You moved one hand to Kun’s hair and your other wrapped around Ten’s leg.  Your eyes drifted up to Ten’s face, watching him with love in your eyes.  He looked down at you smiled and silently mouthed “I love you.”  You did the same back and smiled.

Kun backed away from your chest and grabbed your chin turning your face towards him “Eyes only on me doll.”

He held onto your chin as he continued to thrust into you, forcing you to look at him.  You stared into his eyes and pushed his hair out of his face.  He bit his lip and his eyes rolled back as his pace quickened.  He leaned back and grabbed your legs, placing them on his shoulders.  He held your thighs close together.

The pleasure became overwhelming and the stretch started to hurt as he continued to thrust fast.  He turned his head and kissed the inside of your leg near your ankle as he continued to thrust into you slowly.

“Please move faster Kun.”

His grip around your thighs tightened as he started to thrust into you quickly finally chasing his high.  

Low groans leaving his lips with each thrust, and his eyebrows scrunched up.

“Right there, just like that Kun.”

You felt the pleasure building deep within you, your legs shaking in his hold as you started to see stars.  The pleasure becoming overwhelming as you finally were pushed over the edge, your mouth open, but moans unable to leave your lips. Your whole body tensed up and your body shook as you came.  

He moaned loudly “Oh fuck, doll.”

His thrusts became erratic as he was pushed over the edge.  You could feel each pulse of dick as he came.  His breathing was ragged and he looked spent when he finally made eye contact.  

He chuckled. “I came a lot.  I really wanted to fill you up good, doll.”

He carefully moved your legs down from his shoulders, they were still shaking.  He leaned down and kissed you one more time before laying his head on your chest for a moment.  The sweat on his hair feeling wet against your breast.  “God I don’t want to pull out, you feel too good.”

“You feel so good Kun.”  You kissed the top of his head.

Xiaojun groaned, “Move, I still need a turn.”

Kun chuckled and backed away, slowly pulling out of you.  He hissed as the cum started dripping out of you.  “So hot, full of me.”

He used his finger to collect it and push it back into you.

Your face heated up, and he smiled as he backed away from you and got off the couch, collecting his clothes from the floor.

Xiaojun quickly moved into the spot Kun had been.  Ten was slowly stroking himself.  Xiaojun seemed to be thinking, “I guess we can do doggy style so Ten can finish.”

He sighed after saying that, “I wanted you to ride me though.”

Ten groaned “I want to cum, dammit.”

You chuckled, “Fine doggy it is until Ten finishes, then if you still haven’t come then I will ride you, Xiaojun”

“Okay, fine.”

You whimpered as you tried to roll around onto your legs, your whole body sore.  Ten chuckled “Sore baby girl?”

You nodded, “I don’t think I can get up.”

Ten seemed to think for a moment, “I have an idea.”

He lifted your head from his leg and stood up from the couch, he walked behind the arm of it.

“Scoot back over here”

You pushed yourself up and over to the edge of the couch, your head resting on the arm.  

“Hang your head back more.”

You scooted up more and let your head hang over the side of the couch backward.

“Open for me.”

You opened your mouth and Ten easily slid himself into it.  The angle allowing him to easily slide down your throat if he wanted to you. 

Once Ten was situated Xiaojun quickly moved up close to you.  Ten backed away to let Xiaojun get situated.  

He chuckled “You basically are riding me in this position since you are sitting up a bit.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he held you up as he got underneath you more.  His thighs under your ass.  

“Ready?”

You nodded and he pushed into you.  Moans leaving both of your lips.  He wrapped his hands around your hips and slowly pulled out and thrust back in.  You grabbed his arms and dug your nails into them.  Ten placed his hand on your chin and tilted your head back, “Stop forgetting about me, baby girl.”

“I’m sorry.”

He leaned down and kissed you as he still held onto your chin, then he hovered over you.  “Open for me.”

You opened your mouth and he slid into your mouth again, being careful to not push too far back.  He moved his hand down to your throat, not putting pressure but instead just resting it there.  He started to roll his hip so he was going deeper into your mouth, “I can feel myself in your throat.”

You sucked a deep breath in through your nose when Xiaojun licked across your nipple.  You couldn’t see him so it had come as a surprise.  He was still thrusting in at a slow but steady pace, you could tell he was trying not to cum yet, wanting to have you all to himself.  You started to move your head a bit trying to push Ten over the edge.  Ten suddenly put pressure against your throat “No, I have control here.”

You looked up at him with pleading eyes and he smirked.

Xiaojun started to thrust a bit faster, you could tell he was getting a bit desperate to cum.  His lips still working on your nipple, and one hand moved down your stomach to rub against your clit.  Your back arched as much as you could.  Xiaojun breathed out, “Go ahead and cum for me, baby.”

You wanted to tell him he needed to move faster but with Tens hips rolling into your mouth you couldn’t.

When your body wasn’t reacting the way he wanted he realized and started thrusting faster.  His fingers still working quick circles on your clit.

“Come on baby, cum for me.  Let go.”

You focused on the pleasure, letting it wash over you.  You choked out a moan around Ten’s dick.  Ten groaned at the feeling and Xiaojun bit your shoulder moaning out around it from the sensation of you cumming.

Ten started to whine and moan.  He started rolling his hips into your mouth faster.  He pulled out and stroked himself quickly, his other hand bracing onto the side of the couch, he groaned.  “Oh fuck”

He slid himself into your mouth again, cumming as he groaned and breathed heavily.  You swallowed his cum as he came then pulled away from him with a pop.  Opening your mouth to show him you swallowed.  

He stroked your cheek, “Such a good girl.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead before walking away to leave you with Xiaojun.  Xiaojun slowed his thrusts and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you more against him.  You leaned to get a kiss and he turned his head away. “Yeah no, you just swallowed his cum.” You rolled your eyes then wrapped your arms around his neck and he held your waist as he thrust in and out of you slowly.  He buried his face in your neck, his warm breath spreading across your neck, and soft moans left his lips. You ran your nails softly over his back, “Go ahead and cum Xiaojun. No need to fight it off anymore.”

His breath was shaky as he held you close, placing kisses along your neck.  You started to move your hips trying to help him, but he held you still, just rolling himself in and out of you then stopping to rotate his hips every couple of thrusts.  His nails dug into your waist as he whimpered then moaned loudly.  “Ahhh fuck.  So good baby.”

His hips thrusting up against you erratically as he came, his thighs shaking underneath you.  His arms tightened around your waist, holding you close, his whole body tensing.

He sighed and relaxed as soon as the high wore off.  Your sweaty bodies sticking together, he chuckled as he pulled away.

He kissed your forehead then pulled out and laid back on the couch, slightly out of breath.  “Damn.”

The stickiness between your thighs started to feel a bit gross.  Lucas tapped Xiaojun’s arm, “My turn.”

Lucas winked at you.

You looked up at him, “Damn, Lucas. I don’t know if I can.”

He pouted, “Ahhh what.  Really baby?”

Xiaojun chuckled as he got up and Lucas smacked his back.  “Don’t laugh, this sucks.”

Xiaojun raised his eyebrow then started to walk over to another chair, “Sad you don’t get to feel how amazing her pussy is?  Yeah, I am gonna laugh because the rest of us know what it feels like.”

The others in the room chuckled.  You had honestly forgotten you had an audience, you looked and the others had all left excluding Ten and Hendery.

You made eye contact with Hendery who smiled at you.

Lucas pouted again then turned towards you as if begging you.  You chuckled and opened your arms to him.  

He smiled and got on the couch, immediately moving to hover over you.  He touched his nose against yours “Hi”.

You smiled, “Damn what happened to the dominant Lucas from earlier.”

He raised his eyebrow, “I was gonna go easy since you have been filled up so much, but since you are such a dirty girl who likes being dominated I guess I won’t do that.”

He grabbed your legs pulling you down to lay on your back, making a gasp escape your lips.  The way his facial expressions had gone from cute to sexy in seconds was almost startling.  You reached out to him, and he grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head.  He kissed and sucked all along your neck, littering your neck with even more marks.  You probably had an alarming amount at this point.

He licked your nipple then blew cold air against it making you fidget.  He chuckled lowly, “Cute.  Still so responsive to touches.”  

He did that a few more times, making you fidget each time.

He grabbed under your thigh with his other hand and placed it on his hip, so you wrapped both legs around him.

“Good girl.”

He reached down and slowly guided himself into you.  You dug your nails into your own hand, biting your lip to hide a moan.

His thrusts were deep and slow.  He was hitting so deep within you, it was making your mind hazy.  You held your lip between your teeth, suddenly shy about moaning.  He leaned down and bite your lip pulling it from between your teeth.  “Don’t get shy about moaning now baby, let me hear those pretty moans.”

You immediately moaned at that and arched your body up against his.  

His thrusts got faster but he was still holding your hands so he could only move so fast at this angle.

He let go of your wrists, “Hands off and keep them up there.”

You nodded “Yes Daddy.”

He smirked at you that then leaned back so he was sitting fully up.  He grabbed your legs, unwrapping them from his waist.  Rubbing up your thigh he let his hands rest against the underside of your knee, bending your knees down.  He used you to support himself as he started thrusting faster and harder.  

His thrusts were almost painful he was hitting so deep within you.  You dug your nails into the couch above your head.  Your eyes rolled back as an orgasm suddenly ran over your body, your mouth open and your body arched as you shook under him.

You came down and started gasping, not having breathed during the orgasm

He chuckled lowly, “Already came for me baby, now who said you could do that?”

“I’m sorry it just suddenly happened.”

He removed a hand from under your leg and smacked down by your ass.  He slowed his thrusts, pushing in deep and rotating his hips.

He looked down at your stomach for a moment and groaned.  “Holy fuck look at that.”

You tried to look but couldn’t see what he was looking at.  

He pushed his hand against your lower stomach and slowed his thrusts even more.

“What is it?”

You started feeling self-conscious, thinking something was wrong.

“Give me your hand.”

You moved a hand from above your head and he stopped thrusting.  He placed your hand on your lower stomach, and placed his over the top then thrust forward.  You could feel him and you looked up at him, “Holy shit.”

He smirked, “That’s so fucking hot baby.  I fill you up so good I can see myself in you.”

Your face heated up and he continued to roll in slowly.  You moved your hand to let him watch himself move in and out.

You ran your hand up his arm and he raised an eyebrow,  “I said no touching.  Hand back up above your head.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he said. 

He looked back to watch himself sink in and out of your core, “Such a pretty pussy even when it’s been used.  Still so tight and warm just for me.”

“Ahh daddy, you gonna cum?”

He thrust in hard and groaned, rotating his hips as he did.

You gasped at the feeling, it was overwhelming.  “Think you can cum for me again baby?  Then I will fill you up with my cum, I know you want that.  You love being so full of cum don’t you?”

You whimpered and nodded.  He thrust in hard again, “Words baby.”

“Yes I do, Daddy.”

“Good girl.  Now let’s get you to cum one last time. Do you prefer it deep or fast?”

“A bit of both but not super deep, you are big, and it kind of hurts.”

He softened for a moment and rubbed your thigh, “I’m sorry baby.”

He switched back to his dominant side immediately though and started thrusting faster, not focusing on going super deep like he was before.  It felt amazing. 

“Ahhh just like that.”

He kept the pace exactly how you needed him to be, and your orgasm quickly grew.  You gasped out, a loud moan escaping your lips as your legs shook in Lucas’s hands. 

“G-gonna cum.”

“Cum for me baby.”

You gripped onto the couch tightly and you arched up against your own legs that Lucas still held.  

“Ahh fuck, you are clenching so tight.”

A deep moan left his lips.  As soon as your body relaxed and you looked into his eyes he started thrusting faster, wanting to finally cum.

Soft, quiet moans left his lips.  He dropped your legs and leaned forward, placing his hands on both sides of your body.  

He rolled his head back and bit his lip as he thrust in hard, finally cumming.  He rotated his hips, then thrust forward again, trying to prolong his orgasm as long as he could.

He softly laughed and his head lulled forward, “Holy fuck that felt good.”

You moved your hands from above your head and rubbed his arm.

“Felt amazing Lucas.”

He looked at you and leaned down to kiss you one more time.

After that he pulled out and backed away, sitting at your feet.  You still laid there, sore and exhausted.

Kun walked over to you a few moments later and crouched down to your level.

“Please drink this.”

He handed you a cold bottle of water and helped you prop yourself up to drink it.  You took a sip, your throat so raw it hurt to drink.  You winced and Kun was stroking your hair.  “Does it hurt?”

You laughed, “Yeah my throat is so raw it hurts.”

“I will make you some tea in a moment.”

WinWin walked back in and smiled at you, “The bath is ready.”

Kun reached to help you up, “Want to get cleaned up?”

You nodded, “Yes please.”

As you went to stand you winced, “Oww”

Lucas patted your leg, “I’ll carry you.  Maybe I can even take a bath with you.”

He winked and Ten groaned, “You are all getting too domestic with my girlfriend now.”

WinWin chuckled, “Well we are just making sure she is okay.  Plus we did just all cum inside her, what if she gets pregnant.”

The room went silent for a moment but Lucas stood up and reached down to pick you up.  Wrapping his arm underneath your legs and his other behind your back, you threw an arm over his shoulder.  He picked you up and carried you, still naked.

Hendery looked away, “Put some clothes on first, damn.”

“We all just fucked the same girl, I think you can handle seeing my cock for a few moments.”

Lucas carried you to the bathroom, Kun and Ten followed the two of you.  Lucas went to place you down in the tub but Kun stopped him. 

“Want me to clean up between your legs first?”

“Uhm yeah, you probably should.”

Lucas placed you down on the countertop and kissed your forehead.

“You can get her into the bathtub right?”

Kun laughed, “Yeah we will be fine.”

Kun ran a hand towel under the water then went to clean you up, being careful not the hurt you.

Then they helped you into the tub, but Ten stripped and got in with you.

Kun scratched the back of his head, “Well I guess I will go now, I will make some tea in a bit so you can drink it, and I will have some food ready for you.”

“Thank you, Kun.”  Ten smiled up at him.

You leaned back against Ten and sighed “Holy shit that was crazy.”

He laughed, “It really was, hot but crazy.”

You stopped to think for a moment about something that WinWin had said, “So Sicheng mentioned about ‘what if I got pregnant,’ I mean yeah I am on birth control but things could happen.”

Ten kissed your shoulder, “Welp we figure that out if it happens.”

One Month Later

You walked out of the bathroom and looked at Ten, his eyes wide as he waited to hear the results.  

“I’m pregnant.”

[obeymeoasis]

Demon Bros React: MC Compliments Them Aggresively

Warnings: A generally thirsty MC, Beel’s react has a brief mention of choking.

Lucifer

It was rare that Lucifer had time off during the afternoon and you were fully taking advantage of it. 

Holding hands, you were taking a leisurely stroll around the garden. Every few minutes you stopped to point out a flower or a bug that had caught your eye.

“Ooh Luci, look at this one! It looks like a rainbow! Oh my god, it’s so shiny, I love it!”

You heard Lucifer chuckling at you and turned to ask what was so funny when you stood still in shock at the sight before you. The glow of the afternoon sun illuminated Lucifer beautifully, his black hair almost glowing, his face open and happy, smiling at you. He looked absolutely radiant. And you were going to tell him as much.

“Oh my god Lucifer, what is wrong with you?”

Lucifer’s smile dimmed immediately and his eyes narrowed. “Love, whatever do you mean?” His voice was careful and tense.

“I mean, it is illegal for you to look that good! Oh my god! Do you see you? You look like a greek god like what in the actual world!”

Lucifer’s mouth opened in surprise at your sudden outburst.

“How are you even my boyfriend? Like you’re literally glowing Luci. Oh my god my eyes, you’re too bright I can’t even look at you!”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times as if to clear his head. Slowly a satisfied smirk replaced his confused look and he moved to press a kiss against the back of your hand.

“Love, what on earth has gotten into you today?”

“What, I’m not allowed to compliment my boyfriend?”

“Of course you are, although I’d prefer it if the compliments were given in a more... private place next time.”

“...Fine.”

Mammon

Mammon had apparently made some money in one of his schemes and he practically dragged you to Majolish one morning to go shopping.

Once in the store Mammon had sped off in a flurry of activity, adding clothes to an ever-growing pile before herding you toward the dressing room. 

"Wait for me outside, okay? Ya gotta tell me how each outfit looks.”

A few minutes later, Mammon stepped out in a pair of dark jeans that hugged his toned legs and a black v-neck sweater that showed off his collarbone. A thin gold chain adorned his neck and the look was completed with a pair of combat boots.

“Well, whattaya think?”

“Mammon. What the hell.”

Mammon’s shoulders drooped a little. “Not good?”

“Mammon. You look so hot. So fucking hot. Like. A supermodel? An icon? You’re stunning!”

He was beginning to blush and you could see how pleased your compliments made him. “O-Of course you think I’m hot! I’m the Great Mammon! I always look good in whatever I wear.”

He expected you to stop at that point and chide him to be more humble but was surprised when you amped up the compliments.

“You do babe, you really do. Look at how long your legs are! And your arms, oh my god. And your chest, wow, I kinda want to lick your chest right now.”

“MC!” Shocked and a little embarrassed, Mammon fled to the inside of the dressing room, swishing the curtain shut behind him. He could feel his cheeks burning. 

“Sorry Mams, I’ll stop if you want me to. But I meant every word.”

“...Please don’t stop.”

Leviathan

You were in his room, cuddled on some cushions, watching a new anime together. 

Your head on Levi’s shoulder, you were so comfortable that you were close to drifting off to sleep, until Levi nudged your shoulder. “Sorry, I have to go feed Henry.”

You watched Levi sprinkle food into the large tank, his face illuminated by the soft glow. The bubbles and movement from the tank created dancing patterns on his face. As Levi watched Henry eat, he smiled a soft, private smile, and in that moment he looked ethereal.

“Levi, you’re so beautiful.”

Levi’s head whipped around to look at you. “W-What are you talking about?”

You got up and moved closer until you were inches from his face, studying his features. “I’m serious Levi, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Devastatingly handsome. I could honestly stare at you all day. You are so so beautiful.”

With each compliment, Levi’s mouth grew a little bit wider until he was gaping at you.

“I-Is this some kind of joke? Are you making fun of me right now? Why would you- You know how I feel about-”

“Levi, please. Have a little more faith in me. You know I’d never make fun of you. I’m being completely serious right now when I say that you’re incredibly beautiful.”

Levi thinks his brain might have stopped working.

His face is burning, his body is all tingly, and he can’t get any words out?

“Levi? Come back to me, Levi! Hello?” You’re waving your hand in front of his face but you think he might be broken.

You take his hand and slowly lead him back toward the cushions for kisses and more cuddling. 

Satan

Reading with Satan was one of your favorite ways to spend an afternoon.

You sat in opposite armchairs and let the comfortable silence fill the room. The only disturbance would be if either of you wanted to share a line or passage from the book you were reading.

Legs curled against your chest, you watched the flame of the candles make flickering shadows against Satan’s bookshelves.

He tapped you on the shoulder and you turned to see his outstretched hand holding his book.

“Love, look at this line.”

You read in amusement as the hero of the story made a witty joke. "That was a good one-"

You turned and saw Satan, his eyes crinkled in laughter, a light blush dusting his cheeks, his lips bitten in an attempt to hold in a giggle.

"Satan... you're so fucking cute."

Immediately one of his eyebrows cocked in confusion. "What-"

"You are so adorable, wow. I want to squish your cheeks and like keep you inside my pocket or something."

"Love, I am the Avatar of Wrath. I am not... cute."

"Yeah? Well I beg to differ. I call it like I see it and right now, I can see that you are the cutest being I've ever seen in my life. The way your eyes light up and you get all blushy. So adorable, I can't stand it."

Satan seemed to be stunned by your exclamation, his features frozen in a mixture of confusion and shock.

You walked over to him and began pressing kisses against his eyelids, on his cheeks, nose, and then finally, lips. "I'm gonna keep kissing you because you're so cute, okay?"

He ended up tugging you against his chest and holding you in a princess-carry, trying to bury his face in your hair so you couldn't see how flustered he was.

Asmodeus

You were in Asmo's room helping him pick an outfit. Well, more like you were scrolling through your D.D.D. while Asmo went through his entire closet complaining about how he had nothing to wear.

He had some sort of big business meeting coming up with a perfume company who wanted his help in designing their new line of products.

Every outfit so far had been beautiful and Asmo looked amazing in each one, as always. You weren't sure how to help him.

"MC, this next outfit is a little different. It's not really my style but it was a gift from the designer so tell me what you think, okay?"

Asmo swished aside the curtain of his dressing room and walked out in a formal black business suit. The shirt was open at the throat, exposing his delicate neck, and he had added a pink pocket square. A large silver watch shone on his left wrist. His shiny black shoes clicked against the floor as he walked toward you.

"So, what do you think?"

"Asmo... If I'm being honest I kind of want you to pin me against the wall right now."

"Darling! You're usually never this forward."

You stood up and twirled him around. "My god Asmo, you look incredible. You look so sexy and professional. Like a rich CEO or something. Scratch the wall thing, I kinda need you to bend me over your desk."

Asmo had never been more surprised by you, but his shock didn’t last long.

"Do you really like it, MC? Do you like when I wear this sort of thing? I should wear suits more often if it means you talking like that. I love this side of you darling!"

He began stalking toward you until your back was gently pressed against the wall, his arms making a kind of cage around you. “Is this what you pictured, MC?” He began kissing you fiercely and you grabbed onto the lapel of his jacket to keep yourself steady. 

“Asmo?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Don’t go to the meeting today.”

Beelzebub

You were in the gym with Beel. He was lifting weights and you were bouncing on a medicine ball next to him.

Even though you didn’t exercise at all, Beel said he liked you being there with him. And since it was such a hot day outside, you didn’t mind spending the afternoon in the cool air-conditioned building.

But despite the chill of the room, Beel’s shirt was soaked with sweat. He was lifting enormous weights and you could see the muscles of his arms straining with the effort. 

Beel was, well, absolutely ripped. His arms, legs, and stomach all looked like they had been carved from marble. And you spent enough time cuddling with him to know that his body felt exactly like it looked, solid and incredibly strong.

People who didn’t know Beel personally would have found it hard to believe that the demon with an eight-pack had the personality of a hungry golden retriever.

A grunt from Beel startled you out of your thoughts and you realized you had been staring at him this whole time. Uncomfortable at the way his shirt was sticking to his body from sweat, Beel peeled it off of himself.

“Beel?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re killing me here.”

He looked at you in confusion, worried he had done something. “MC, what’s wrong?”

“Beel, do you even see yourself right now? You literally look like sex on legs. How are you even real? I want to touch you all over. But I also kind of want you to choke me.”

“MC!” Beel cried out in surprise and you could see his neck was flushed. “You know I would never hurt you.”

“I know big guy, I trust you.” You let out a low whistle and reveled in how Beel looked, a combination of pleased and a bit embarrassed. “Beel, you’re so perfect. You look like you could protect me from the world.”

“I would you know,” he whispered. “I want to protect you, I don’t want anything or anyone to hurt you.”

You smiled at him. “I know Beel, and I love you for it.” You let the silence hang in the air for a moment. “But also, can I lick your abs?”

“MC!”

Belphegor

It was a rare occasion that you and Belphie were outside, as you both usually preferred to stay in.

You had both woken up late and decided to stop by a local cafe for some lunch because you were too lazy to cook. 

Belphie sat across from you at the small table and sipped his tea delicately while you polished off the rest of your sandwich. You had one of your ankles hooked around his.

He was looking out the window, his face turned toward the side, and you used the opportunity to study his features.

Long black eyelashes framed his piercing purple eyes. His silky dark hair stood out against his pale complexion and your eyes traced the high bridge of his nose, the softness of his lips.

As if feeling your stare Belphie turned toward you with a smirk. “Something I can help you with?”

“Belphie... you’re really pretty.” 

You could see that you had surprised him a little with your honesty. “You’re so pretty, Belphie. I know a lot of people would kill to have eyelashes as long as yours. And your mouth looks so kissable. You kind of look like a doll. You’re honestly so gorgeous.”

His face was completely blank for a moment then morphed into a calculating stare. “Are... are you being serious right now?” His gaze suddenly turned cold.

“Why would I joke about something like this? I’m telling you right now that think you’re pretty. You’re beautiful.”

Belphie's voice betrayed no emotion. “Nobody’s ever called me pretty before. Or beautiful.”

“Oh, Belphie.” You took his hand from across the table and pressed a kiss against his palm and then the inside of his wrist, the way he did to you all the time. “I’ll repeat it everyday for the rest of my life if you want.”

He scrunched up his nose and whispered, “Don’t. You’re being embarrassing.” But you could tell he didn’t really mean it by the way the corners of his lips quirked up.

He was mostly silent for the rest of lunch, apparently deep in thought, only nodding occasionally at your comments.

When it was time to leave, however, he reached to hold your hand and didn’t let go the entire way home.

[butwhyduh]

Sex pollen

Tim Drake x reader

Warning: smut. It’s on sex pollen so there is a dub con warning despite the fact that they are willing participants.

Summary: all of the batboys are dusted with Poison Ivy’s sex toxin and think they’ve taken an antidote. It didn’t quite work. This is the story about what happens to Tim.

Beginning Jason Dick Bruce

Tim swung to his bike and drove to the Wayne Enterprise building downtown before realizing that, duh, he was still dressed as Red Robin. He quickly hid behind a building and changed out of most of his stuff. He still wore leather boots and tacticle pants with a hoodie with his shirt, belt, cowl, and cape safely stowed away in a bag he carried on his shoulder. He ran his fingers through his hair before making his way to WE.

The building was almost completely dark. Only maniacs worked at this hour. He was probably going to be home alone.

Tim realized that something was up in the elevator. He pulled at the collar of his hoodie. Was it always this hot? Maybe the antidote took a minute to work. He’d be fine soon.

Tim went up to his office. The paperwork stared at him. A big business meeting to cosponsor a program was in the morning and Tim planned to finish his preparations tonight. He was putting finishing touches on a PowerPoint slide when he noticed his seat was uncomfortable. Has the Red Robin pants always been this tight? He adjusted and went back to work.

Tim’s mind wandered as he worked. The way your skirt clung to your ass that morning. Your ass jiggled as you slammed the copier closed. It got stuck all the time and Tim needed to replaced it soon. You had made coffee for him and added sugar to your own. Tim hadn’t missed the way you looked licking sugar off of your fingers. Fuck, what was he doing? Daydreaming about sex at work? When would that pill kick in?

Tim couldn’t handle it any more and stood up to make coffee. He quietly walked into the kitchen when he saw you pouring a cup. Were you working overnights? You turned to see him and almost dropped your coffee as you jumped.

“Mr Wayne! I didn’t see you there. Do you- do you need anything?” You asked. You held a hand to your chest and panted. Tim couldn’t help but look you over quickly. When did your shirt get that tight?

“Just coffee,” Tim said looking away. You poured him a cup and handed it to him. He could feel his skin burn where you touched him. He walked quickly to his office and locked the door.

He sat at his desk, feeling himself uncomfortably hard in his pants. He palmed himself a few times. Tim made sure that he didn’t hear you in the hall before unzipping his pants. He pulled out his cock and slowly started stroking himself. At first he only thought about how great it felt before he started thinking about you. The curve of your ass. What if he had you bent over your desk, your panties pushed to the side as he fingered you. Tim wondered what sounds you made.

He wasn’t going to last long but that was probably for the best. You could come knocking at any time and he didn’t want to explain that. Tim sighed quietly as his hand moved faster. What would you taste like? He imagined ducking under your skirt as you sat in your chair. Would you moan or whimper? Tim couldn’t help but make a few grunts as his hand moved furiously. He reached over and grabbed a few tissues before quietly cumming on his hand.

“Mr Wayne, can I come in?” You asked turning the knob. The door opened and Tim quickly pushed his seat in under the desk. Okay, he’s fixing that lock ASAP. You must not have seen anything because you just looked mildly confused.

“How,” he husked before clearing his throat. “How can I help you?”

“I just need your signature. I’m glad you’re here tonight. Saves time,” you laughed and he smiled. Tim noticed that his dick hadn’t gone soft yet. “Your bag fell on the floor. Here, I’ll put it in the chair,” you said grabbing the bag with his Red Robin outfit and putting it in the chair by the door. Tim’s legs shook as he watched your ass. Fuck he was hard. You walked over to his desk and handed him the papers. Tim quickly signed them. You smiled at him before grabbing them and walking out.

As you shut the door behind you, you sneezed. Tim could see the outline of your body in the fogged glass as you delicately rubbed your nose before walking back to your desk. He could wait no longer and began furiously masturbating. He pulled his hoodie off quickly and threw it across the room. It was way too fucking hot for that thing. Maybe if he rubbed another one out, this fucking pollen would quit.

Your fingers had grabbed a bag covered in sex pollen and when you sneezed, you had rubbed it into your nose. The delicate mucous membranes can absorb substances quite quickly. You adjusted the collar of your shirt and wondered why it was so warm in the building as you sat at your desk. You looked through the paperwork before noticing a place that he had forgotten to initial. You unbuttoned the highest button on your shirt. It was a little too risqué for the day like this with the topside of your breasts now visible but honestly it was Mr Wayne’s fault for not fixing the AC. You stood and walked back to his office. You didn’t bother knocking but walked in.

You froze. The last thing you expected was to see your extremely hot boss shirtless with his dick in hand, jerking off. He stared up at you without stopping and it was incredibly hot. You’d fantasized about him like this plenty. He was good looking, athletic, smart, funny, and nice. In the privacy of your apartment, you’d thought about him while touching yourself. But nothing compared to this sight.

“Please,” he said roughly and you didn’t know what he meant. “Sex pollen,” he forced out. That makes sense, you thought. He literally can’t stop. And despite the fact that your panties were absolutely flooded at the sight and sound of him, you quickly walked back out the door and shut it behind you. You leaned on the glass, breathing heavy. Quit being a horn dog and leave him alone. That shit sounds awful. You didn’t want anything to do with sex pollen. Poor guy.

You forced yourself to sit at your desk. There was no way you could work now. All you could think of was his abs contracting as his fist moved along his shaft. Little beads of precum on the reddened tip and the way his face moved in pleasure. The little grunts and sighs he made, that you could still hear him making. Fuck.

Tim was really hopeful that this would wash the stuff out of his system because all he could think about was getting up and bending you over your desk and fucking you senseless. His hands gripping your hips as he pushed deeper in your wet pussy. Had you unbuttoned your shirt because he swore he saw more tits than usual. It was less than a minute before he finished again. He barely grabbed the tissues in time to catch it. Okay, please stop now.

You rubbed your thighs together. It was normal to be turned on by seeing erotic images. Especially people that you already wanted to sleep with. But the way your pussy fucking fluttered as you heard what had to be Tim cumming, yeah, you needed to calm down. Poor guy was being tortured. You rubbed your hand on your bare knee before sliding higher to rub your thighs. Fuck. You might have to find a spot for some quiet time of your own soon.

Tim, in a moment of clarity, send a one phrase message to his former butler. “Sex pollen.” It was all he could get out in his haze. He was physically hurting by how hard he was. This must be what the post 4 hour boners felt like in the viagra commercials. He could barely prevent himself from going to you for help.

You couldn’t help but stand up. Your body was on fire. You paced the office but soon the feeling between your legs was a painful throb. You heard a frustrated groan from Tim’s office. His orgasm must not have fixed it. Don’t think about him cumming, you told yourself. Don’t think about him at all. But despite yourself, you walked directly to his office door and opened it again.

Tim’s hand was wrapped around his cock but not moving. He looked up at you like a hungry predator. Your pussy fluttered and your chest heaved. You walked over to him and straddled his thighs. Tim breathed raggedly. You took his cock in your hand and started stroking.

“You don’t,” he panted. “You don’t have to.” He said before fucking whining. You started kissing his neck and collarbone. “Fuck,” he breathed.

His hands found their way to the front of your white button down. He ripped the buttons off in his haste to undress you. Tim’s hands cupped your breasts through the fabric of your delicate bra. He groaned before squeezing.

You started jerking just a bit faster and Tim’s fingers grew more frantic in their need to remove your clothing. He quickly pushed up your skirt to your waist. He threw his head back as you swiped the tip of his dick with your thumb. The side of your delicate lace panties was quickly ripped and pulled down your legs and thrown off to the side. Tim’s fingers cupped your sex.

“Fuck baby, you’re wet as hell,” he whispered and you moaned. You never expected him to talk like that. He started to finger you slowly with one finger. Your hips moved to his slow rhythm.

“More,” you breathed and he slid in a second finger. You threw your head back and moaned. And for a minute you both just touched each other.

“Tim, more,” you said again.

“Another finger,” he asked.

“No you. Fuck me. Please fuck me,” you begged. Tim pulled his fingers away. He quickly picked you up by the waist and brought you down on his dick. You moaned embarrassingly loud. “Yes,” you hissed before starting to ride him. Tim kissed your chest and collarbone before bending to take a nipple in his mouth. You whimpered. His tongue ran across the bud before sucking. You held his head with your hand. You weren’t going to last long and you had no thoughts of his own impending orgasm.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you moaned as you clenched around him. Thank good for birth control as he came as well. His mouth open in a little gasp. You trembled as you came down from your high.

“Feel better baby?” Tim asked with a little too much energy. His hands made circles on your hips and he was still hard. His hips made little circles. He wasn’t done but hadn’t realized that you had been dosed. A true dose. Not a sharing with partner dose. A true dose was much stronger. The partner dose lasted as long as you kept tasting each other. You were just as fucked as he was.

“No. I need you,” you said before starting your hips again. It wasn’t enough for Tim. He lifted you off of him and bent you over his desk. He didn’t care about the papers flying as he slid in. You circled your hips and pushed back into him. Tim’s hips roughly snapped against yours as he found a rhythm. He could feel that you were insanely wet. His fingers reached down to circle your clit. You moaned his name like a chant. Neither of you lasted very long this time either. Tim felt almost a pleasure pain as his 4th orgasm rolled through his body.

He pulled out and prayed that it was enough for him. But as he looked down to see him cum dripping out of your hole, yeah he wasn’t done. He slid a finger in and your thighs closed tighter and you gasped. He sat down and watched lazily as he finger fucked his cum back into your hole. He added a second finger and you started moaning.

“Oh fuck,” you whined as he slowly rubbed against your g spot. Tim’s cock twitched and he knew he needed to be back inside you soon or he’d be in pain but he was going to enjoy this sight. You were absolutely dripping. He’d always had a thing for you from the first day you started working for him. Tim leaned forward to lick at your pussy. It didn’t take long for his hands to be gripping your thighs as his tongue fucked your hole. You had one knee on the table for better access and you were practically seeing stars when you finally came. Tim’s face was shiny and wet as he wiped his lips with his hand. He stood up and held your bent leg with his hand before sliding in again.

There was a knock on the window of all places. Which is weird as fuck being on the 50th floor of a building. A bag was attached to a robot. Tim whined before pulling out to open the window. He grabbed the bag off the robot and it zoomed away.

“What the fuck,” you asked. Tim was palming himself even as he read the note in the bag. You turned to sit on the table before shameless fingered yourself while watching him. He was full on jerking himself as he walked over to you.

“Take one,” he said downing a vial of grey liquid. You look at it in disgust and shook your head.

“Not a chance. Fuck me instead,” you whined. He groaned and grabbed the table. Okay, new approach.

“Open,” he said, and you eagerly opened your mouth and legs. He poured the liquid down your throat and you grimaced. You grabbed his neck and pulled him back in for a kiss. Tim thrusted in and began moving. You were already close and it wasn’t long before you both finished.

Tim grimaced as he pulled out. He felt like he ran a marathon. But thankfully he was finally done. He rested his forehead against yours and you both panted.

“Fuck,” you said. “That was-“

“Yeah,” he agreed before stepping back. Tim slid his pants up and turned away. He was bright red. “Sorry about that. I accidentally infected you with sex pollen.”

“It’s okay,” you said pulling your skirt down. You grabbed some tissues to try and clean between your legs just a little. Had you really done all of that with your boss of all people?

“No it’s not,” Tim said. His voice sounded pained. “There was no way you could have consented and I took advantage of-“

“No you didn’t. You weren’t in your right mind either,” you said and he turned to look at you. Your shirt was open because of broken buttons but everything else was covered. “And we didn’t do anything I didn’t want to anyways,” you said shyly. Tim stared at you and your heart clenched a little.

“All that? No regrets?” He said shocked.

“I mean, no. Not all that. That was a lot and too much. But you get what I mean,” you said.

“Do I?” He said barely over a whisper sitting in his chair. His thighs were on fire.

“You’re really making me go out on a limb, hu? I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. I wanted to fuck you before the pollen. Do you get what I’m saying,” you said to the genius who was also an idiot.

“Wow. I’ve like you too. I just didn’t want to be a creepy predatory boss. You know?” He said rubbing the back of his neck. You tried to stand up but your legs felt like jello so you sat down.

“So this was the less predatory option,” you said with a smile. He frowned.

“I didn’t mean-“

“I know. But I’m okay if you are,” you said putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now is when you ask me on a proper date and we act like that never happened.”

“Agreed. But first I insist that we go home,” he said and you raised a brow at him. “Separate, separate homes. Because I don’t know about you but I need to go to bed.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired,” you agreed. “I wonder why,” you muttered wryly. He turned beet red.

“I’ll call you a car,” Tim said before doing just that. It was less than 10 minutes later that a car showed up. How much had that cost? You both went downstairs.

“Look, I’m so sorry-“

“Not tonight. We’ll talk in the morning but it’s okay. Don’t feel bad,” you said holding his shoulder. “Just go to bed and enjoy the,” you said before whispering, “post sex glow you have. It’s cute.”

He nodded stiffly. “The uhh, the car is here for you.”

You smiled and waved before leaving. You’d talk to him about it later.

[chokemeanakin]

Cruel Intentions - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)

Masterlist

WC: 6.8k

Summary: It’s Life Day but Anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty fucking mouth

WARNINGS: 18+, some mean talk but it’s not really degrading, oral (m) receiving, p in v, holiday fun?

(a.n. plz, plz, pretty plz get Anakins voice in your head when you read this. watch a video of hayden stuttering his way through an interview or something, whatever, it just wont be the same unless you get his voice saying all this. anyway, continue. and merry christmas/happy holidays).

(Gif from @madeleineengland )

You had always loved Life Day, but this one in particular was going to be something special. Anakin scored time off from the war, and through the help of Padme, you got one of her lakeside Naboo houses all to yourselves for the holiday. 

You arrived before Anakin, as he was finishing up a meeting with the Jedi Council, and passed the time by making cookies. You were having a pretty good time at it too— your hair was up, music blasting, candles lit, and half a glass of wine was slowly disappearing as you danced around the kitchen. Then you heard the door jiggle and open, and a gust of cold air from around the corner signaled that Anakin was here. 

Right away, you could tell he was mad. He walked through the door with a scowl, face drawn in irritation, yanking his robe off and shaking the snow out of his hair. He threw his robe up on the hanger and nudged the door shut with his elbow. He didn’t even take his boots off as he came into the kitchen, still in full uniform.

You considered asking him what the mood was for, but in all honesty, you were afraid of his reaction. Usually he either deflects or gets mad back, and you really don’t want to fight. 

But he was silent as he prowled around the kitchen, taking in your activities, and you wanted to know what was bothering him on Life Day’s Eve of all days. If you could make it better, you’d try. So you softened your voice, and in your warmest, most innocent tone, you tried, “Hi, Anakin, I miss you! I’m making cookies if you want to stay here and help. Or just sit and watch. I don’t mind.”

You thought you’d start off simple. Get him to relax a bit, and then dig into what the issue was. He stood by the doorway, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re not mad that I’m late?” 

He thought you were mad? You were too tipsy to be mad. Honestly, you hadn’t even been keeping track of the time.

“Of course not! You had a council meeting, that’s important. I’m just glad to have you now,” you shot him your brightest grin. “Besides, we have all week to ourselves.”

At that, his shoulders loosened and he smiled a little back at you. It disappeared quickly, but his affections were replaced with two strong arms winding around your waist, one warm and one metal. He huffed lightly and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you mix the icing in your bowl.

His demeanor was slightly better than you had previously perceived, so you decided to risk it.

“...Did something happen?”

“Just the same old,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. It’s cold from the snowflakes still wetting his hair, and you shivered. “The council doesn’t trust me, they still won’t consider making me a master. Windu thinks I shouldn’t even be on the council.” 

You struggled to find words to this. You wanted to take his side, and tell him he deserved to have it all. At the same time, the council was full of old and wise members, and they knew what they’re doing. But you hated how much it was bothering Anakin, hated how under all that anger there was hurt, and a fear that he wasn’t good enough. The council was making him doubt himself, and it you wouldn’t have that.

“It’ll all come in due time, I’m sure of it,” you tell him. “Whether they like it or not, you’re on the council for a reason. You belong there, and I’m sure if you give it a littlest more time they’ll come around to seeing how you deserve the title of master. Besides,” you twist around in his arms enough to skim your lips across his jawbone, pressing a lingering kiss into his neck. “I can call you Master whenever you’d like.”  

This made Anakin freeze, and then begin to laugh. His low chuckles vibrated your body, and you couldn’t help but join in with him.

“I might have to take you up on that offer sometime.”

Your stomach clenched at the insinuation, heat pulsing through your veins. That was one of your goals for the night, admittedly— to be with Anakin. You had a little surprise for him as well, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t be too disgruntled or worked up to appreciate it. That being said... sometimes it was a good thing when he was frustrated.

Anakin sacrificed a hand to reach forward and dip into the bowl, scooping a dollop of blue icing out and placing it in his mouth. You heard him suck it off his finger, beating the dirty thoughts back with a stick. 

“Is it good?” You ask to distract yourself.

“Here, try.” 

You turn, expecting him to offer you a finger with some icing on it but instead he kisses you. Immediately your mouth is flooded with the sugary blue that stains his lips. You open your mouth, tongue tasting his, and he’s sweet. Your cheeks are burning bright as he kisses you, slow and deep and dirty, and it’s such a 360 from the lighthearted atmosphere you’ve created.

When you pulled back, you’re breathing hard, mouth tingling, licking your lips for the remnants of sweet icing. Anakin smiled down at you, eyes dark, and went back to resting his head on your neck, whispering in your ear in a low, rumbling voice. “Finish up. There’s other plans I want to get to.” 

•••

Anakin ended up having to leave again as you were icing the cookies to take one last impromptu call from Obi-Wan, just some last minute tying-loose-ends before his short break. He also took the chance to get out of his Jedi clothes, trading the leather armor and robes for more comfortable sleep clothes— which included loose fitting pants that hung low on his hips, and that damned sleep robe he wears without a shirt.

He came back into the kitchen just as you were finishing up, and you almost choked when you saw him.

“Aren’t you cold? It’s snowing pretty heavily out there and you’re not even wearing a shirt.” 

“I’ve got a fire going in the master bedroom, it should warm the place up soon,” he took some of your dirty dishes to the sink. “Why, do you not like it?”

“No, I—“ you stutter. It’s just the opposite. He’s beautiful beyond words. “I just didn’t want you to be cold.”

“I’m alright,” he smiled at you teasingly, reaching around you to grab the last of the dishes. 

Once they’re in the sink, he found you climbing up onto the counter, putting the spices away that were, of course, in the highest cabinet out of reach. You stretched up to reach it, unashamedly putting on a little show for Anakin as you exaggerate the curve of your backside. 

The action caused the holiday shorts you’re wearing to ride up, exposing the fleshy underside of your behind. You turned around to find him watching you, not even trying to hide it. He leaned back on the counter, arms crossed over his bare chest, eyes thoughtful as he took in the sight.

“Help me down?” You asked him, and he immediately pushes himself off the counter to fit his hands around your waist, lowering you safely to the ground. He held onto you a little too tight for it to be innocent, and you could feel him gravitating toward you, leaning in to start something you wouldn’t be able to stop. You pull away— you're not done with him, in fact your teasing has just begun.

Anakin huffed quietly to himself as you moved around him to start the warm water, soaking the dishes in it so the batter won’t stick overnight. You purposefully shot some water onto your shirt so that you had to gather a wad of paper towels in your hand and dab at your chest, pulling your shirt down so you could get at the wet spots. Anakin rolled his eyes as you grumbled about how clumsy you were, but you could see he was discreetly trying to look.

His resolve was already thin when he walked through the door. He hadn’t been able to have you in far too long, and he was planning on doing something about that tonight. He wasn’t sure what page you were on, though…. You seemed pretty content with baking cookies and then watching movies all night like you had mentioned in the days leading up, so your little teasing games were doing nothing to quell his curious anticipation.

You didn’t even have to try to get him all worked up. The spice cabinet, the wet shirt, those weren’t needed. It was like you didn’t even realize the effect you had on him— every little move you made around the kitchen, every little sigh or gasp or giggle, even the way you bent down to take the damn cookies out of the oven had him yearning for you. 

The last straw was when you needed a rag to clean the countertop, so you reached across his lap where he was sitting to grab it. You placed a not-so-innocent hand on his thigh to steady yourself, brushing against his chest as you did so. He was immediately enveloped in your smell, and the feel of your soft hair against his chest, your hand on his thigh— he needed to have you, now. 

“Y/n, forget the cookies,” he demanded.

“Oh?”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

•••

Your tongues clashed, teeth nipping, breaths gasping for air as you struggled to get closer to one another. All of Anakin’s anger and frustration was pouring out him in bruising kisses, fast and wet and greedy. You were combatting it with your own dirty, lustful responses. It was one of your favorite things to feel so needed by him, even if he was projecting his emotions from the day onto you. You were his outlet, the only thing that could help him, and you would gladly take these punishing kisses for as long as he needed.

The hand that wasn’t threaded through your hair exploded the rest of your body, fitting into each and every curve, squeezing at certain places and pulling you closer, adjusting you on his lap. He slipped his fingers beneath the neckline of your shirt, pulling it to the side so he could suck at the pulse in your neck, when he caught a flash of red.

His eyes darkened, lips twisting into a smirk as he traced the lacey garment. Suddenly his hands were gone, and he was leaning back away from you. “Show it to me.”

 So you stood before him and undressed, feeling small under his steady gaze. It was loaded with heat, and you could practically read his mind as each new strip of skin and the lacy red underwear you had worn specially for this occasion was revealed. He was planning everything he wanted to do to you, drinking you in, and storing away the sight into his memory for later times, when he’s on the battlefield and it’s been months and he misses you. But for now though, his present was waiting for him.

The look of him illuminated by the firelight, eyes scorching as he studied every inch of you had you squirming under his gaze. He leaned back in the loveseat, arrogant posture annoyingly sexy with the way his broad shoulders filled out the chair, long legs spreading before him. 

You needed to touch him. He wasn’t saying anything, or doing anything, so you approached him and settled yourself back on his lap, meaning to restart where you had left off. You trailed your hand down the smooth, hard planes of his body, feeling the ridges of his abs, the soft skin smooth and warm. He kept his arms slung lazily over the armrests, refraining from touching you, but you could feel the steady pulse of his eyes as he watched your every move. 

Those deep, calculating eyes. They made you nervous, but you’d be lying if you said the intimidation didn’t turn you on. 

He let you tangle one of your hands in his hair, feeling the soft curls glide between your fingers as you looked over him. But just as your palm slid near the band of his pants, he caught your wrist in his metal hand and stopped you.

“Get on the bed,” he flicked his eyes behind you, a cocky, mischievous glint in them. He knew you’ll do anything he said, with that voice. 

Hesitantly, you stood from his lap and made your way over to the bed. Your skin was raised with goosebumps, as you knew he was studying your every move. You sat on the plush mattress of the bed, crossing your legs over the knee, and looked at him. He was blanketed in shadows, but stared right back. 

“Spread your legs.” 

Your face immediately heated up in flames. He had always been the one to do that to you, with his hands, and pressed right up close to you. Somehow, having him sit across from you on the armchair and watching you from a distance was even more intimate.

He was waiting, though, so you did as he said. You already felt exposed under his greedy gaze, mesmerized by his beauty and the way the flames flickered off the sharp line of his jaw, the peak of his cheekbone. This dark angel was toying with you, teasing you, and you just wanted him to come over here and touch you. But he remained in that seat, head cocked as he looked you up and down.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded softly, cruelly. You had downcast your eyes, afraid to look at him without losing your confidence. The low tone of his voice left no room for debate, so you did as he said. 

Your stomach churned, heart fluttering as he leveled his gaze at you. He was studying every inch of your lewd pose, smug with himself. He wasn’t even even near you, but he had all the control, and he knew it. 

“Now let me see that pretty pussy.” 

Your breathing stopped. His voice is quiet, yet commanding all the same, and you forgot how dirty his mouth could be. It shocked you more than anything, which is why you hesitated.

“What, are you getting shy on me? That’s not what it seemed like in the kitchen,” he mused. “You wanted me to see you. Now, let me see you.” 

The words rang out in the air, causing heat to build up in your core and leak out onto your underwear. Swallowing your slight embarrassment, you hooked your finger around the front of your panties and pulled them to the side, exposing yourself to him. 

Anakin’s gaze darkened, and he sat up. He rested his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth in his hands as he appreciated the view. You squirmed under his gaze, waiting for him to tell you what to do next as you felt cold air hit your glistening folds.

“Look at you,” he purred. “Already soaking wet, and I haven’t even touched you.” 

You shrank away from his eyes, not having anything to say to defend yourself. The fire crackled but you shivered, his shadow looming over you, and you just wanted his warmth pressed against you, his hands on you, pulling that pleasure from the depths of your body. He knew how to do it just right, and you’d never been able to make yourself feel as good as he does. And now he’s right here, but he’s holding himself away from you. Shifting your hips in desperation, you whined and pulled at your panties, rubbing some friction against your throbbing clit.

“Stop. Don’t touch yourself,” Anakin ordered. His eyes were still lidded, voice sharp. You let go of your panties and dropped your hands to the side, holding yourself up on your elbows. Your legs were still splayed open, the sight of your panties soaking through put on display before Anakin.

“Please, Anakin,” you shifted your hips again, hoping it would provide some relief but finding none. “I need you.”

Anakin tsked at this but stood to his full, domineering height. You craned your neck to watch him as he stood over you, capturing your chin between his metal fingers and forcing you to look him in the eye, the other fitting itself on the soft flesh of your thigh. You keened into the soft touch, nerves lighting off like fireworks. 

“You need me?” He taunted, blue eyes digging into yours. “Or does your greedy little cunt need me?” 

You gasped at his words. Never had he called you something degrading before, like greedy. You’re pretty sure you’ve never heard the word “cunt” leave his mouth before either, but it spilled from his lips like red wine, smooth and dark. Anakin had always been so soft with you, so loving, and his statement shocked you. 

“Hm?” He goaded. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

He shifted his hands up your thigh, sneaking over your pelvis and landing on your mound. He let his thumb graze over your clit, unmoving.

Sparks erupted behind your eyes, and you leaned into his touch. An invisible force held your hips to the bed, stopping you from chasing your own pleasure as he continued with his words.

“Do you want me to fuck you open slowly on my cock? You want me to fill your tight little pussy until you can’t take anymore?” 

The weight of his thumb on your clit was distracting. It throbbed under his touch with every measured, vulgar word, and his mouth twitched as he felt it. “I think I just got my answer.” 

At this, he got on his knees before you. He lowered his mouth to trace his lips against the inside of your thighs, and you squirmed between the tickling sensation and the need to have his mouth on you. He gripped your hips in his strong hold, hard, mumbling into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “You can’t seem to sit still today....” he sucked a bruising kiss into your thigh, and when you roll your hips into the feeling, he looked at you sharply.

“Behave.”

You flinched at his tone. It was deep, threatening, and pulsing with irritation. Was he angry at you? Your eyes stung, shrinking away from his narrowed gaze again, wandering if you did something to make him unhappy with you.

He lowered his head back to your thighs, purposefully skipping over the part that was throbbing for him, dripping for him. You held your breath, desperately trying to hold yourself back from moving or even making a sound, too afraid that you would anger him further. But his thumb pressed a little harder into your clit, and you fell back against the mattress, whimpering frustratedly. 

To your relief, he didn’t get mad at you. Instead he hooked his finger around your underwear, similar to how you did earlier so he could gage your response to his actions. The low hum he let out was pleased. “Such a pretty little pussy... dripping wet... is that all for me?” 

He was still toying with you, still teasing, and at this point it was getting painful. You would do anything to have his fingers on you, mouth on you, anything in you. So you nodded, and you told him it was all for him, everything was for him. He licked a single line up your slit, the tip of his tongue just barely grazing you. The sensation sent fully body shivers across your skin, and you melted into the bed, ready to lose yourself in the pleasure. He covered you again with the now drenched material.

Did you say something wrong?

“Show me how much you want me then.” 

You were shaking as he released his hold on you, head fuzzy with arousal, cheeks flushed with confusion. What game was he playing?

You swallow your nerves and stand from the bed, feeling so small even as you stood over him. He was kneeling, looking up at you under dark lids, daring you to do something. He was giving you some control, so you decided you’d try to get your sweet Ani back, to soften the energy in the room so he could be happy and playful like he usually was.

He sized you up quizzically as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand curling into his hair like before. You tilted his head up so you could lean down and plant a gentle kiss to his forehead, hugging his face into your chest. 

Your body shook as he laughed, dark and mocking underneath you. You pulled back to look at him. “Anakin?”

“If you want me to fuck you, sweetheart, you’re going to have to try harder than that.” 

That’s it. 

You just wanted to get fucked, and he just wanted to tease you. If he wanted you to come to him, then fine. So be it. 

Anger bloomed from the pit of your stomach and you pushed at his chest to get him onto the bed. He did so, at his own leisurely pace, pissing you off further with the smug smirk still on his face. You kissed it off of him, biting his lip in punishment and yanking his hair a little too hard in your fist. He groaned like he liked it, so release him and trail you kisses downward, biting and marking up his body until you get to his pants. You pulled back the waistband and revealed him to you, taking him in your grasp. Any normal man would be frightened of an angry girl with his dick in her hands, so you looked up at him, trying to see if he had been humbled by your anger yet. He was staring back at you, unimpressed.

You waste no time taking him into your mouth, sucking hard, maybe a little too hard. He sighed and leaned back, enjoying it far too much. You tried to convey your annoyance with the punishing pace you set on his cock, sliding up and down with your�� mouth and hand. You grasped onto his thigh for stability, feeling the remnants of your saliva drip onto it as you gave him the sloppiest, dirtiest blowjob you’ve ever done. Halfway through, when you realize you’ve gotten little to no reaction, you peer up and see that he’s on his datapad. 

You pumped him up and down in your fist, gathering your breath as you studied him. Does it not feel good? Are you not doing a good enough job? He’s hard, so you must be doing something right. But it was like he didn’t even notice what you were doing anymore, or if he did, he didn’t care. You paused with your hand on the base of his cock, squeezing.

“Why’d you stop?” Anakin didnt’t even look up from his datapad. 

“Am… am I doing good?”

“Of course you are,” Anakin finally shifted his eyes to you, bringing a hand down to wipe some saliva off your bottom lip with his thumb. “Now finish the job.”

With this, he removed his hand and his gaze, going back to the data pad. Fueled by anger again, and a determination to make him react, you took him into your mouth harder, faster, sloppier, wetter. He didn’t even twitch, didn’t even moan or bury his hands in your hair or tell you how good it felt like he normally does.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked extra hard, tongue probing into the skin there and swirling in a circle, over and over. There. He gave an appreciative hum. You thought you’ve finally got him where you wanted when he says, 

“That the best you can do?”

You whined around him frustratedly, just wanting him to feel something, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel that way because of you. But he was bored, you could tell by the way he didn’t even spare you a second glance as you took him all the way into the back of your throat, holding him there for longer than you ever have. You were trying your best for him, and usually he’d be writhing and moaning beneath you, but now...

He laughed, pulling you off of him with both hands to halt your frenzied movements. 

“Anakin,” your eyes shone with confused tears. 

“Shhh, baby, none of that,” his voice was sweet again, and he stroked the skin of your cheek as he brought your face to his for a gentle kiss. “Come, sit on my lap.”

You were giving up on trying to figure him out. One minute he was so sweet, the next he was uncharacteristically callous. Your eyes burned in embarrassment, feeling like you’ve failed him as you crawled onto his lap. He positioned you on his thighs, keeping yours spread with his. An arm wrapped around your shoulders, locking you to his hard chest as the other snuck down your body, touching you over your panties.

“Is this what you wanted?” goosebumps erupted all over your body as you felt his lips ghost over your ear. “You wanted me to make you feel good?”

He rubbed gentle circles into your clit with his fingers, allowing you to shift your hips in time with it. For a moment, you forgot about your problems and lost yourself in the way he was rubbing you. You moaned as he played with your clit, more slick gushing out and further drenching your panties. 

“Even though you couldn’t make me feel good?”

Your breath caught in your throat, embarrassment bubbling up in your chest. You were ashamed, accepting this pleasure from him when you gave him nothing in return.

“I can try again,” you offered, hips halting. You didn’t want anything else from him until you could give it back, but he slipped his hands beneath your underwear and touched you directly, rubbing you at a fast pace. Your head fell back against his shoulders, legs opening wider on their own accord as your orgasm built up in time with his hand. You couldn’t help but accept the pleasure, forced to feel it as he held you in his iron grasp.

“Anakin.. Anakin please,” you begged. “Let me make you feel good, too.”

“Baby, you already tried,” he nippd at your ear, voice cruel. 

“I can try harder, Ani— please!” Your voice came out in a shout as your orgasm approached. Before you could finish, he stopped rubbing and kept his fingers on your clit, pressing down, feeling you throb beneath him. 

You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs. Your panties were uncomfortably wet, but your arms were trapped under his and you couldn’t reach down to remove them. He seemed to read your mind.

“Let’s get these off you now, hm? You’re soaking through them, I can feel it on my leg.” 

Of course, he ignores your pleas and shifted the focus to drag your panties down your leg. He was right— you’ve made a mess of his leg, but now that you’re sitting directly on him, it’s even worse. He parted your folds with his hand, middle finger dragging up and down your slit, collecting the glistening fluid. A little hint of satisfaction soothed your worries as you felt his cock twitch beneath you at the sight. 

“You always knew how to take my fingers so well,” he whispered in your ear, pushing his finger into you as he does so. You accepted him readily, walls fluttering around his finger as it relieved some of the ache. You wanted to come, but you couldn’t— not without feeling guilty, for neglecting his needs. How could you be so selfish and take all the pleasure for yourself?

“Anakin,” you whined again, trying to get his attention. You purposefully shifted your hips in a way that would rub against him, but only succeeded in pushing his finger deeper into you. “Anakin please, let me… speak… hmng… I can’t focus…”

“Speak,” he kissed your neck, pushing another finger into you despite your warnings. “I’m listening.”

“I want to make you feel good,” you moaned. His fingers stroked into you slow, deep, and perfect. You gushed around his digits, the sound of it absolutely sinful. He kissed the back of your neck as his thumb began to rub your clit again, gently because he knew how close you were to cumming. “Anakin, please.”

“I know, baby.”

No, he didn’t. He wasn’t getting it. Your hands dug into his thighs, wanting him to stop, wanting him to continue—

“I love you. Please, let me—“

“Enough.”

You gasped, bones turning to putty in his hands. He kept sliding his fingers into you, thumb grazing your clit, but you were so ashamed. He just yelled at you, he’s never done that before. And now you didn’t know how to act, how to feel. 

“Aw, baby, did I scare you?” He taunted, curling his fingers into you. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

The sting of his words brought tears to your eyes, but it was battled by your pleasured haze, vision spotting and feeling honing down to the push and pull of his fingers. There were too many emotions swirling inside you that you didn’t know what to say anymore. All you knew was that you were close to cumming again, you have been for a while, but you weren’t sure if you should accept it.

Your walls pulsed around him and he pulled his touch away, denying you of the orgasm as he spread the slick down your thigh. He reached for his dick, gliding it up and down your folds, covering it in your arousal. He was hot and wet and stiff against you, and you bore down, wanting him inside you. For once, he gave you what you wanted, and you both moaned as he began to sink into you.

The stretch was immediate, and you cried out as you took him inch by inch. He was so thick and the angle was so deep that he had to lift you up and bring you back down multiple times, opening you up gradually until he was fully buried inside you.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he praised, kissing up your neck, along your cheek. He twisted a hand into your hair, tugging it back so he could suck at the sensitive skin of your neck. Your walls clenched around him at the pleasurable sensation, punching an unexpected moan from him.

“Fuck me,” he hissed, sounding like your Ani again for just a moment. 

Your chest swelled with pride. Finally, you were making him feel good. You clenched around him again, shifting your hips, searching for another reaction.

“Y/n, shit—“

“I know what your problem is,” you chanced, realizing you had the upper hand for now. “You’re still— fuck— you’re still mad about the Council.”

Anakin glared, thrusting into you harder. 

“That’s why you’re— hnng— that’s why you’re hate-fucking me.”

“I’m not hate-fucking you.”

“This certainly isn’t love-fucking.”

“Would you just shut up and take my cock already?”

He plunged into you hard and deep, stretching you open so good that you momentarily lost your train of thought. Did he just yell at you again?

“This isn’t— this isn’t fair,” you moaned, loving the feel of his length scraping against your walls . “You don’t get to boss me around like this.”

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows at you, fist tightening into your hair so that you couldn’t look away. “That’s not what it seemed like a few moments ago.”

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” you slammed down onto his cock, anger winning out against everything else. You had one goal in mind now— if you could make him cum before you, it would even out the playing field.

He caught on to what you were planning immediately, flipping you over so he was fully in control. He grasped your hips, lifting them off the bed so he could drill into you at an angle, hitting the spot that had you arching off the bed and calling his name in a moment of weakness. Your pleasure heightened as he rolled his pelvis against yours, your clit rubbing against him. 

“Fuck you,” you moaned, clawing at the bedsheets.

“Currently doing that,” he gasped.

Oh, he was so going to get it.

You reached up, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him down to your level. He was stronger than you and could have resisted, but he gave in, thinking you were about to cum and just needed him close. He wasn’t entirely wrong— with each roll of his hips, his length probed deep inside you, causing your vision to white out. You could barely keep track of your thoughts as you squirmed beneath him. He held you down, completely negating your ability to try and flip him over. 

What had you been thinking? You had just been trying to get the high ground, but now you were so close— so close— to cumming. Think of something gross. Wet socks? Burnt cookies? Jar-Jar? 

Nothing seemed to be working. Soon, you didn’t want it to work. You cried out with each thrust of his hips, eyes rolling back into your head from the pleasure. Your pussy drooled around his cock, slick making a mess of both of your thighs. The slide of him was so hot, so wet, so good— 

“Stop!” 

You couldn’t think of any other way. Anakin immediately stopped his thrusts, pulling back to study your face in a panic.

“What? What happened? Are you okay?”

You bit your lip hard, heart pounding and walls pulsing around his cock from your denied orgasm. You squeezed your eyes closed, waiting for the heat to dissipate from your stomach before you pushed yourself to a sitting position. 

He gave you room to do so, the worry still clear in his eyes. 

“I’m completely fine,” you kissed his cheek, laughing deviously. “I just wanted to be on top.”

Anakin frowned at you, but switched positions anyway. “That’s not funny. I thought I hurt you.” 

“So you do care.”

“Of course I care,” he grabbed the finger that you had been jabbing into his chest, kissing your palm before wrapping it around his neck. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“You yelled at me,” you lifted yourself off his lap slowly, relishing in the drag of his of cock inside you. You sunk down again, shivering at the sensation.

“I didn’t know you were that sensitive.” 

“Well… when it’s you…” you moaned suddenly, his dick pulsing into you at a delicious angle. “I just don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

“Then you should behave better next time,” he nipped the words into your collarbone, almost purring again.

“See, that’s not fair—“

“Do you need me to fuck some sense into you?” His gaze was firm, completely serious. Your knees weakened around his waist at the tone, wandering why you found that so damn attractive. He tilted his head at you when you didn’t answer. “Is that a yes?” 

“Anakin—“ your cries took you by surprise as he slid his hands down to your ass, clutching your flesh in each hand and spreading you open so he could fuck up into you, hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, body bouncing as he bore into your aching hole. 

There was no way you were going to last now, not with the way he was making you feel. You had held your orgasm back for so long, and while it would have been nice to make Anakin cum before you, to give him a taste of his own medicine, you were completely at his mercy. 

“Cum for me, and then we’ll talk,” he appeased, voice dark. Why was that hot? Warmth blossomed in your stomach and you listened to his ragged breathing in your ear, body tingling, pussy tightening around him. He turned your face to him with a hand in your hair, holding you close as filthy words spilled from his mouth.

“Take my cock, baby. That’s it, fuck me, come on,” he chanted against your lips. Always so demanding. You couldn’t hold back your moans as he plunged into you over and over, right into that one spot, the heat in your belly expanding until it took over each of your senses. He fucked you at a rapid pace, hips slamming into yours, fingers bruising your ass. Your walls quivered around him, the ball in your stomach snapping. Suddenly, you were coming all over him, pussy throbbing as he massaged his dick into you in wave-like motions, working you through it. 

“Does that feel good?” He teased, lips tracing softly over your cheek, soothing hands rubbing your shaking thighs. He was being sweet again— another 360 change in demeanor. 

You responded with broken whimpers, muscles twitching as you rode out your high. When he finally stopped, you sucked in a deep breath, shivering from the aftershocks.

“Mmm, I fucked you good, didn’t I?” He planted soft kisses under your ear, down your neck, and over your shoulder. Now he was back to taunting you, his words cruel, but voice so sweet. “Your sweet little pussy just came all over my cock. So pretty. You wanted it so bad, didn’t you? Even though you don’t want to admit it?”

He was like a snake-charmer, hypnotizing you with every slow, filthy word. You knew what he was doing, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop your body’s reaction to it. Every syllable had you melting into his lap, his hands rubbing the flesh of your hips softly. 

“Are you blushing again?” He dragged his cock out of you, and you whimpered at the sensation of it against your overstimulated walls. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, now. Not after what we just did.” 

“I’m not shy—“ Force, you couldn’t focus when he looked at you like that, when he purred in your ear like that. 

“No?” He pushed back into you. “Then look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, eyelashes sticking together with moisture. His full lips pulled into a smirk, dewy skin glowing in the firelight. 

“Does this pretty little pussy want to cum on my cock again?” He pulled your hips flush against his, so deep, so thick inside of you. You mewled, blood heating up in your veins.

“Please,” you gave in, allowing him to massage his cock into your walls. 

“Please, what?”

You would get him back for this later. For now, the hot slide of his cock inside of you was too good, too overwhelming. 

“Please, make me cum,” you didn’t think your cheeks could get any redder, his eyes probing into yours as you said this. Never in a million years did he ever expect his shy little baby to say something so filthy. He immediately smirked, pressing a pleased kiss to your lips.

“Good girl.”

Your skin broke out into a hot sweat, hole pulsing around him as he began to rock back into you. His strokes were slower, deeper, pulling ecstasy from the depth of your bones. He kneaded your flesh between his fingers as he rolled his hips into you. You fell forward, moans being dragged out of your sore throat, watching his cock dissapear inside of you.

His thighs glistened with your juices, the sound of him sinking into your leaking hole humiliatingly sinful. He noticed you watching and brought a hand down, toying with your clit. He moaned into your ear as he did so, the drag of his cock becoming difficult as you squeezed around him. 

This time, your orgasm washed over you like a warm blanket, causing you to arch your body into his. You trembled as the waves of pleasure sapped you of energy, rocking your hips in time with Anakin as he spilled his warmth inside of you. The sounds of him cumming sparked a flame in your heart— you wished he had indulged you in his pleasure earlier. Now, all it left you with was a desire to hear him lose it over and over again, and you realized you had your plans all set for the rest of the night.

Anakin stroked his hand up and down your back, lips attaching to your neck as you came down from your highs. He positioned the two of you so that you were laying down, you on his chest, completely limp apart from the occasional post-orgasm shivers. He gave you time to recover before pulling out of you, kissing your quiet whimpers away as he tugged his length out of your aching hole. 

“I win,” he mumbled against your lips.

[writerloz]

As I Say

pairings: haitani ran, fem reader

warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex, light bondage, praise kink, baton insert

repost from my ao3

You check yourself one last time in the full length mirror at Bonten headquarters. Mini skirt, platform boots, and red lips; Ran's favourite look on you.

Tonight, you decided you were the one in charge. That didn't happen often, matter of fact it literally never happened. Ran is dominant in all aspects of life, so naturally that continued in the bedroom.

You had a plan though, and you were going to see it through. Handcuffs in one hand, you stroll out of Bonten's bathroom and into Ran's office with a sultry smirk on your face.

Ran was sat on the couch, legs spread, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as you entered, and a small smile played on his lips.

"Ya look beautiful."

You smile back a 'thank you.'

You're walking over to Ran with a purpose, and he knows it.

Reaching him, you gently take the whiskey from his hand, placing it on the table. You push him back onto the couch and throw your leg over, straddling him, taking both of his wrists with you.

"Hmm, what's this baby?"

Just his voice is enough to make you weak in the knees, but you have to see this through.

You lean up slightly, manoeuvring his arms backwards to cuff him to the back of the couch.

Once Ran realises you're about to restrict him, he tenses up. You lock eyes for what feels like forever, a million thoughts rushing through Ran's head.

'Why is she tying me up?'

'I won't be able to defend myself'

'What if it's a set up?'

You understood that look, and while it pained you slightly, you knew Ran's hesitance was most likely based on previous experiences. After a minute of silent questioning, Ran reluctantly loosened up, allowing you to lock the cuffs. He gave you one last long look, letting you know that he trusted you.

All negative thoughts out the window, you lean in to kiss Ran gently on the lips. Those gentle kisses turning more and more feral each time he kisses you back.

Pulling back for air, you look into his lilac eyes. He seems nervous yet surprised, and he's hiding it well. After all, you never get a chance to be in control like this, so he doesn't quite know how to react.

You run your hand along Ran's suit shirt, deciding it's time for that to come off. Once unbuttoned, you run your manicured nails over his skin, raising goosebumps. Your index finger grazes his nipple, and for the first time tonight Ran loses a tiny bit of composure.

He shoots you a serious look, almost like he hates what you're doing to him but he doesn't want you to stop. And you won't stop, because you're having way too much fun.

Leaning closer, you start kissing your way up Ran's jaw, making your way to his neck. Biting gently, Ran stiffens, moving his head to the side. You grab his jaw with your hand and pull his head back to it's original position. You lick the spot you just bit, and then suck hard.

"Y/N! No marks."

You chuckle slightly, knowing how much Ran hates you leaving little love bites, even though your body is littered in his.

"I thought I was in charge?" you whisper back.

And that you were. You suck the same spot over and over again, making sure to leave your mark on him.

Ran suddenly leans forward, making you jump.

"Wait 'til I get out these cuffs."

You try and hold back your smile, honestly you couldn't wait until those cuffs came off because you knew exactly what Ran would do to you.

You slowly lean back, looking straight at Ran. Leaning in to kiss him, you half expect him not to kiss you back in response to the marks you left on him, but you soon feel his tongue slip into your mouth, and him moaning into the kiss.

Leaning back further, you move from your straddled position and kiss your way down Ran's exposed body until you're in between his legs. You tap his hips, silently asking him to lift up so you can take off his suit pants.

Once his pants are down enough, you lean in and kiss his clothed cock, earning a sharp inhale. You look up at Ran, and see that his eyes are laser focused on your lips.

'Good', you think to yourself. You hook your fingers into his boxers and pull them down, Ran's hard dick springing out. You take him into your hand. His tip is bright red, dick pulsating every now and then. Slowly, you start to stroke him, loving the way Ran closes his eyes and throws his head back.

You move your hand some more, and then you wrap your lips around the tip of Ran's cock, and he lets out a long deep moan. You suck the tip hard, then take all of him in your mouth, moving down slowly until your throat constricts and you gag on his cock.

Ran looks down at you, mouth open in awe at how well you take him.

You bob your head up and down, nose tickled by his pubic hair, and each time Ran is looking at you with a look of pure lust on his face. Coming up for air, you detach your mouth with a 'pop', and a string of saliva still attached.

"Hah- fuck. Keep that up and I'm gonna cum, baby."

Ran coming is exactly what you wanted, but ending this so early was not an option.

You can feel your panties, cold and wet from your juices. You need some sort of release and you need it now.

Making your way back up, you get back into your straddling position, now feeling Ran's unclothed cock pressing against your clothed pussy. The feeling of him against you but not inside you is almost too much. You start to grind on Ran's cock, moaning into his neck.

"Untie me."

"No."

"Y/N, untie me."

Part of you really wanted to, but you're not done yet. And you don't appreciate his demanding tone when you're the one in charge.

You lean back into Ran's neck, still grinding down on him, and roughly suck another love bite onto him.

Ran jerks forward out of frustration, turning his head and biting down onto the side of your neck. Hard.

You yelp in response, not expecting Ran to be so rough with you considering you had him tied up. You quickly remembered to never underestimate your lover.

Staring into Ran's eyes, a mixture of shock and pleasure running through you. Ran is staring back at you, serious and needy.

"Baby, please."

You slide off of Ran, and lean your elbows onto the glass table behind you. Your skirt rides up, and you let it. Ran is watching your every move, but you can tell he's unsure of what you're going to do next. Keeping your eyes locked, you slowly spread your legs, Ran's eyes averting to your visibly soaked pussy. Your fingers creep over to your panties, pulling them to the side. Then, making sure Ran is focused on you, you insert your middle finger.

Your head lulls back, your pussy finally feeling some sort of friction. You can feel Ran's eyes on you; you know he's watching, so you put on a show.

You pull your middle finger out, watching it glisten in the dimly lit room, then you push it back in, along with your ring finger. You start slowly, but you can feel the pressure build up inside you, and you can't deny yourself release any longer. Your movements gain speed. Looking back up, you see Ran with his mouth open, eyes laser focused on your pussy. His dick is throbbing at this point, both of you needing to come soon.

Your fingers slow, and you pull them out, placing them into your open mouth and sucking.

"Oh my fucking god." Ran says, breath hitching, becoming visibly more and more impatient.

Reaching over, your hand grazes over Ran's baton.

Shock is the best way to describe Ran's reaction. His eyes are on you. If you do what he thinks you're going to do with his baton, he might just explode.

Grabbing the weapon, you run it down your body, grazing over your pussy lips slightly.

"Keep your eyes on me." you tell Ran, his thoughts confirmed as you slowly insert his baton into you.

It's thick and cold, not nearly as good as Ran's cock, but you're so needy just about anything will do at this point. The friction inside you feels so good, baton pumping inside you at an increased pace. Your hand moves quickly, and you feel your favourite type of relief approaching. A few more pumps of Ran's baton and you're squirting all over the glass table, strings of your sticky juices reaching Ran.

"Baby, hah-- get up here and untie me right now."

Your thoughts are blurred, the release you just felt was amazing, but you've never needed Ran's cock inside of you more than you do at this moment.

You quickly get up, legs still shaking and slightly dazed as you fumble over Ran's constraints.

"Come on baby, please."

He's rushing you, and you're trying but your hands are shaking with anticipation. Finally, you hear the click of the cuffs and Ran lunges forward, grabbing you by your thighs and leading you to the bigger couch. He throws you down harshly, your body still coming to terms with your very recent orgasm. Before you know it, your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his dick is plunged deep inside you.

You moan loudly. You've fucked Ran plenty of times but this time was on another level.

He pulls out slowly, then pushes back inside. His hand around your neck, squeezing every so often, making sure you're looking at him.

"Look at me. Look at what you've done." he pants out in between thrusts. "I can't stop, baby. I can't fucking stop."

Your head goes fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to your brain is intense, but the feeling of your orgasm building is stronger.

"You gonna squirt again?"

You can't respond. He knows that, he just likes teasing you.

"My little pet gonna squirt for me? Come on, get me all messy."

You can't take it anymore, Ran's teasing tone and the way he's pounding into you is enough to make you do as he says. You squirt one more time, covering both your bodies in your juices.

Ran's pace continues, you try and push him away, the aftermath becoming too much for you.

"Ran, please. I can't-- anymore."

"You can take it." Ran says as he leans down, covering you in sloppy kisses. He holds you by your jaw, making you keep your mouth open while he spits into it.

He's turning you on so much, and after all the pleasure you've received, you realise that Ran hasn't come yet. He's not done with you.

Suddenly, Ran flips you over onto your front, placing a pillow underneath you to raise your ass slightly.

"I'm gonna fuck you some more, and you're gonna take it."

You're so aroused at this point, Ran could suggest literally anything and you'd be up for it. He grabs your hips, pulling you back into him. You feel the tip of his cock against your dripping pussy, slowly entering you.

You gasp. You're fucked out but for some reason you don't want to stop either. Ran starts roughly ploughing into you, showing your pussy no mercy. He runs his hands over your ass and spreads your cheeks. You feel a wet drip going straight down your ass, and soon after Ran's thumb circling your back entrance.

You tense up, now it's you that has no idea what Ran is going to do next.

His thumb dips into your ass and you cry out in pleasure, both your holes being pumped by Ran. Soon after, Ran's thumb leaves your ass and in replacement you feel a cold, metal stick.

"Ran!"

"Shush, baby. Just relax."

You do as your told. A few seconds later, Ran's baton enters your ass. It feels much bigger than it did in your pussy, and you're senses are so overwhelmed that you don't know how to react.

Ran sets the pace of the baton in his hand, and when he's happy, he fucks into your pussy with relentless speed.

"That's my good girl. I knew you could take it, baby."

You cry out one last time, fingers gripping the couch underneath you as you come on Ran's dick. The feeling of Ran's hot seed being pumped into you only increases your pleasure.

All you can hear is both yours and Ran's heavy breathing, coming down from that whole experience. Ran slowly removes the baton from your ass, in love with the way your hole restricts around nothing. Just as he's about to pull out, you reach behind you, holding him in place.

He eyes you up, slightly confused at what you're implying.

"We're not done yet."

Ran's eyes light up, a sadistic smirk crossing his face as he slowly begins pumping back into you.

[separatist-apologist]

Honestly whatever works best for you ^^ I just like seeing jealous Lucien

This ask was for jealous Lucien. It's sort of a remix of Elain riling Lucien up, wherein they actually DO stuff. it is NSFW, 18+, and "edited".

Also I like my little Feyre/Lucien moment. I HC them as pranksters

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Lucien was later than he’d meant to be, walking into Solstice. He was still reeling from his day with Elain, stunned that Nuan had been right, and her plan had worked.

She wants you, Nuan had murmured halfway through the larger meeting Lucien had glanced over at Elain, carefully arranging stems across the hall on a glass table.

He’d rolled his eyes, but Nuan insisted.

Let me help you make her jealous.

He’d kissed her hand and now he wanted to kiss every other part of her. He’d settle for polite conversation and maybe a little hand holding. He was nervous, like a young male about to touch his first female. Elain had never given him the time of day before and Lucien wanted to get things right.

He ran his hands down his sage green jacket for the millionth time, his boots echoing off the marble in Feyre’s home. He followed the sound of chatter to a drawing room and paused in the doorway. His eyes immediately found Elain standing beside Azriel, gazing up at him with sweet, doe eyes…her hand on his forearm.

He was so fucking tired of seeing the pair of them. Jealousy burned in his gut and he almost turned around and left. Feyre caught him, perhaps reading his thoughts, and looped her arm through his.

“Will you help me with something?” She asked conspiratorially, walking him out of the cozy drawing room.

“How could I say no?” He replied easily, his mind still back with Elain and Azriel.

“I want to put snow in Rhys’ side of the bed,” she confessed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “He’s been shoving it down the back of my clothes for days now and I haven’t been able to repay him.”

“Because he’s so tall, or you love him so much?” Lucien asked dryly

“Don’t be gross, of course it’s because he’s tall,” Feyre shot back quickly. “I tried his pants but he’s just a little too fast—”

“That’s quite enough. Of course I’ll help you prank your mate. Let’s go to the kitchen for some bowls, though.”

“Smart, I didn’t think of that,” Feyre said with a happy smile.

For the next hour, he and Feyre giggled quietly as they scooped up frozen snow in metal bowls and snuck through the River House. They put the snow on Feyre’s side of the bed, creating a snow person shaped like her body they hoped a very naked Rhys would attempt to cuddle up next to. Lucien didn’t want to think about what Feyre and her mate did in their alone time but he had to admit, it was fun conspiring with Feyre again.

By the time she walked him back to the drawing room, they were pink cheeked from the cold and still quietly chuckling to themselves. Rhys was instantly curious, not that it mattered. Lucien was almost relieved to see Elain had left though Azriel remained behind, standing with Cassian and Mor discussing who knew what. Lucien went to a little loveseat, still amused when he froze.

Elain was there, looking up at him with those same wide eyes. Ah, fuck, he thought, about to turn and find another place to warm up. She scooted, patting the cushion beside her and Lucien couldn’t resist.

She was so gorgeous, her hair curled gently down her back and spilling over her shoulders in a long-sleeved, off shoulder gown of lilac. He wanted to feel hopeful, but her eyes slid past him towards Azriel and Lucien wasn’t stupid. He recognized when he was being used as bait. He nearly rose, nearly left entirely but she set her small hand on his knee and Lucien quickly changed tracks.

She might want to make another male jealous but there was something between them. He could smell her anticipation. He didn’t know what had transpired between the pair of them, if anything had, for that matter given how determined Azriel seemed to be at not looking at her. It didn’t matter. If she wanted to play games, Lucien was leave knowing she was utterly covered in his scent. There would be no mistaking who she belonged with…who she was mated to.

“Are you having a good evening?” He asked, unable to take his eyes off her hand sliding slowly up his thigh. He was so, so hard just from one little touch.

“I am,” she agreed, looking up at him again. Good. He wanted her to keep her eyes on him. “And you, Lord?”

“It’s certainly looking up,” he replied truthfully. Feyre glanced at Lucien and he heard her in his mind.

You two look cozy. Want us to leave for a bit?

He hated when she did that, when she spoke to him mind to mind, worried that she knew every little thing he’d ever thought. This time, though, he was a little grateful for it.

If no one minds.

He heard Feyre chuckle in his head. I promise you, no one minds. I don’t think she’d notice if we left at all…

Feyre withdrew and Lucien looked fully back at Elain, her eyes wholly focused on his face, pink lips parted, her hand so close to his aching cock he felt half insane. He reached for her neck, his hands twining in her hair as he tilted her head towards him. Lucien glanced up when Elain’s eyes fluttered shut, watching as Feyre silently ushered people from the room. His lips curved into a smile and he nodded his thanks to Feyre once before she left, too, closing the door quietly behind her.

Elain sucked in a soft breath, angling her head. He couldn’t resist. He didn’t care if she had started all this to make Azriel jealous. She’d failed on that account though she’d very much succeeded in making Lucien jealous. He ghosted his lips over her own, delighted when she gasped a little, her fingernails digging into his thighs.

“It looks like everyone left us,” he told her, his mouth pressed against her jaw. Her eyes flew open and Lucien, still holding her head, let her turn just long enough to look at the now empty room. The only sound besides their breathing was the cheerful crackling of the fire and the soft hum of the wind tapping on the glass.

“I didn’t notice,” she admitted, proving her younger sister right. Lucien’s heart picked up at the admission, hope re-blooming in his chest. He smiled at her, rubbing his nose against her own. She reached up, cupping his cheek and Lucien was half-lost. He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her for the first time. It was nothing like he’d imagined, and he had spent years wondering what she might feel like, how she’d taste.

She was better in real life he thought with a soft sigh. Like lavender and honey and warm, sunlit air all combined and mixed with something personal, something uniquely Elain that was sweet and inviting. She opened her mouth for him, surprising him again when her tongue very hesitantly licked against his own.

She moaned and Lucien was fully gone, utterly done. He was going to have her on this too small couch. He couldn’t walk, not with the erection he was currently sporting and especially not with the way her arousal was slowly curling through the air around them. He couldn’t think straight anymore, kissing her with more intensity than he might have. He leaned her back, one hand on the column of her pretty throat as he shoved his knee between her legs, parting them both.

“What do you want, Elain?” He asked before licking up the smooth, soft skin of her throat, his other hand holding her by the hip. Her eyes flashed open, dark with desire.

“You,” she breathed, dragging him back down to kiss her again. Did she knew the affect she had on him, he wondered idly a moment before her hips rubbed against his thigh? She moaned softly against his lips, her eyes closed again.

Would Feyre forgive him for fucking her sister in the drawing room? He hoped so, he thought to himself, devouring her mouth with a hunger that surprised even him. His fantasies could not compete with the real thing.

He ran a hand over her breast, hidden beneath glittery fabric. Elain arched into his hand, moaning softly again. He’d kill to hear her make that notice again, he thought desperately. More, more, more, the bond between them crooned, demanding satisfaction. Elain, too, seemed to be demanding it, given how her hips rolled against his thigh. There was not enough space to spread her out the way he wanted to. They’d have to move.

Lucien withdrew, pleased at the disappointed mewl that escaped her throat.

“Not for long, sweet dove,” he promised, pulling her easily into his arms. Her dress covered his tented trousers and her weight helped ground him back to reality, to slow him down just a bit. Her mouth on his neck, nipping the skin, didn’t make walking any easier, and leaving the drawing room for the bedroom Feyre had offered was difficult, given how badly instinct made him want to slam her against a wall and bury himself within her.

They passed her family, not that she noticed. Feyre pressed a hand over her mouth and Rhys actually winked, which made Lucien almost laugh. The jealous monster that still roared in his chest settled when Azriel, too, glanced their way, catching sight of Elain utterly lost, one hand in his hair, her mouth still licking his skin. What had he been so worried about, he wondered, half jogging up the steps that led to the hall he slept in?

He placed on her his bed with as much reverence as he felt in that moment and Elain sat up quickly, eyes wide. He froze, expecting her to tell him no, that they’d taken this too far and she wanted to leave.

Her fingers found the buttons of his jacket and with a nimble quickness, managed to undo them before he could inhale and exhale. She shoved them down his arms and without any hesitation, pulled his shirt out of his pants and attempted to yank it over his head. Lucien helped, utterly stunned with the image of his mate undressing him with hurried determination. He didn’t stop her when her fingers, trembling now, reached for the laces of his pants though he did gently pull them away when, having gotten them undone, she attempted to yank them off his hips. She was still fully clothed and the part of him that was still a gentleman knew he might be tempted to just flip her skirts up and have her without any other care of consideration.

He heard her swallow when, having divested himself of his boots, he climbed up the bed. He reached behind her for the little pearl buttons on her dress and undid them much slower than she had, reveling in each new inch of skin he revealed. Lucien dragged his hands down her shoulders when he finished, taking the dress with him until she her underthings were exposed, her dress pooled at her waist. He watched as she shimmied out of it, tossing it to his floor. It took her merely a moment to remove her under things as well, leaving her utterly exposed.

“Elain,” he breathed, gently guiding her back to the bed, unable to take his eyes off the peaks and curves of her beautiful, soft body. He almost asked if she’d done this before but the memory of snide, stupid Graysen strutting about flashed through his memory and he knew he might become overwhelmingly possessive if she admitted he’d ever touched her.

Some questions were better left unknown. He simply did not care how many lovers she had or if she’d had none at all. He’d pretend she hadn’t and let her set the pace.

“Now will you remove your pants?” She asked him, her voice catching in her throat. They were hanging embarrassingly low on his hips as it was, hardly keeping him modest and the fabric was beginning to chafe the crown of his cock. Lucien sighed, disappointed to climb off her and slid them down his body, well aware of how her eyes zoomed to the appendage bobbing between his legs. He wished he knew what she thought in that moment, if she found him lacking or not.

She gestured for him to come back, and Lucien obliged, hardly able to keep himself away. This was happening, he thought dazedly, his mouth covering her own again. Elain’s hands slipped up his chest and over his shoulders, her nails dragging down his back. He groaned even as he palmed at her now naked breast, desperate to feel her naked body arch against his own.

She gasped when he rolled her nipple between his fingers, her hips lifting off the bed. He was slowly being driven mad by every little noise that left her lips.

Taste, taste, taste his instincts chanted. She didn’t pull away when his head dipped to her chest so he could take that same delicate, pebbled nipple and roll it along his tongue. She squirmed, her nails digging into his flesh in the most deliciously painful way. More of that, his thoughts begged. The idea that his mate might instinctively know what he liked and how he wanted to be fucked was exciting to him.

She writhed against him when he took the other breast into his mouth, lavishing attention even as she ground against the bare thigh he had pressed against the heat of her cunt. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the slickness she left on his skin, growling softly in appreciation.

“Please,” she begged, lifting her hips again and fuck did he want to take her up on the offer. His hand was gliding down her body and when he dipped one finger into the source of her wet he half died right then and there. She clenched hard around him, the sensation shooting straight into his cock.

“Taste you,” he said desperately, trying to position himself between her hips but Elain screamed with frustration and yanked him by his hair, pulling him back up.

“Later,” she bossed, her kiss a demand. He wanted to taste her so bad it was almost painful.

“Please,” it was his turn to beg.

“Fuck me, Lucien,” she ordered and Lucien’s eyes rolled straight into his skull. Later implied they would do this again, slower, perhaps all night even. He notched himself against her slick opening, groaning at the silky, hot feel of her.

It had been his intention to go slow. He slid in an inch and Elain offered him another soft scream, stopping him dead. She hooked her legs around his waist, dug her heels into his ass, and pushed, slamming him to the hilt within her.

Holy fuck, he thought, dazed. His Lady was practically wanton, he thought with pleasure, watching as her hips arched to meet his next thrust, her eyes half-wild with lust.

“Been thinking of me, have you?” He grunted out, his thrusts almost punishing in their intensity.

“Mm hmm,” she wined, her breath coming in short, shallow pants.

“Tell me,” he demanded, trying to fight back the urge to spill himself inside her like an untested youth. His hand slid between them, his thumb rubbing careful, precise circles over her clit.

“At night,” she gasped. “In bed.”

“Touching yourself?” He asked, needing to know.

“Mm hmm,” she keened, her voice rising an octave. He sped up, both his hips and his hand, dragging her to the edge.

“What do you want?” He demanded again.

“You,” she begged. “Lucien, you, you—” Her words were lost to a scream, so loud he was sure the whole house heard. Lucien snarled with pleasure, still rubbing as he fucked her, driving himself deeper still, desperate to be as close as he could.

“Lucien,” she half sobbed, her body trembling around him, her nails digging so hard into his skin he could scent blood in the air.

“Again,” he told her, his voice rich with authority. She tossed her head side to side. When she came again, the walls of her cunt slick with fluid as the fluttered tightly around him, Lucien couldn’t hold back any longer. His own pleasure burned beneath his skin, coiled tightly in his gut desperate for release. Every part of him tingled wildly. He thrust hard, deep, and pumped his release into her, snarling loudly with satisfaction. This was home, his mind screamed. She was home.

When his body relaxed, Lucien carefully lowered his body to hers. She pressed a lazy kiss to his mouth.

“Again,” he murmured against her lips. She giggled in response.

“Let me breathe, first,” she asked, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Lucien couldn’t bring himself to pull out of her, to leave her.

So he stayed, nuzzling his head into her shoulder while Elain worked to catch her breath. Minutes passed, timed only by the synced beats of their heart.

“Okay,” she whispered after who knew how long. “Again.”