#holding them down by their wrists and teasing by tugging on the waistband of their pants.

[unclekaz]

honestly since i cut out the more intimate parts of the last fic to package them into a solo fic, ive been very anxious about how to proceed with this and ive been regretting making y/n gender neutral because like. id prefer for them to be masculine/male but i can't exactly hone in on that now

but also like. this is 100% the filthiest im ever gonna write and it's making me anxious thinking about that. like in the grand scheme of things it's definitely very clean, but it's starting to drive me insane with how dirty this is for me to write

[osaemu]

JJK MEN: BABY, CAN YOU CALL ME BACK?

✩ ‧ ˚. [ GOJO, TOJI, GETO ] your boyfriend's gone for work, and you gotta convince him to come back home over the phone... NSFW

contents: fem!reader. phone sex, voice kink, video taking, dick pics, blah blah blah. you can probably guess the rest. not proofread + mostly written while i was half-asleep. 2.3k words.

★ ━ SATORU GOJO

“baby, i miss you,” satoru mumbles, voice soft and sleepy from the other end of the phone. you hear the sound of sheets rustling against his phone’s microphone as he rolls over, groaning softly. “i can’t wait to come home to you.”

you plop down on your bed and turn your phone on speaker as you rest your back against the headboard, stifling a yawn before you reply. “me too… it’s so lonely without you here.”

“i know,” satoru says, and even though it’s not a video call, you’re absolutely certain he’s grinning like the cocky idiot he is. “tell me ‘bout your day, sweetheart. wanna know what you’ve been doing without me.”

you roll your eyes and smile, checking your nails as you reply. “nothing much, it’s kinda boring without you here.”

“tell me more,” satoru murmurs, and he thinks that he’s so lucky you two aren’t on a facetime call, because his hand is slipping down to the waistband of his pants and he’s tugging them off, releasing his already-hardened dick. “i wanna know everything.”

you don’t think much of the way satoru’s breathing has gotten noticeably choppier as you ramble about the little things that’ve happened in your day so far—after all, how could you know that he’s stroking himself to the sound of your voice?

“so, yeah, that’s basically everything,” you finish, exhaling softly. the moment you stop talking, you hear the soft groans that satoru’s been fighting to hide the whole time, and suddenly, it clicks. “wait, satoru, have you been fucking yourself the whole ti—”

“maybe,” your boyfriend replies instantly, pausing and taking a long, unsteady breath before he continues, “wanna join me?” you don’t reply immediately, but soon, his voice turns pleading. “c’mon, baby, missin’ you so much… lemme hear you, sweet girl. help your boyfriend out, pleeea—” 

“okay, okay,” you give in, reaching down and tugging off your shorts. a second later, your panties are discarded as well, and your fingers start to circle your clit at the sound of satoru’s voice.

“mm, you touching yourself, baby?” satoru breathes, hand still wrapped around his dick. you hum in agreement, and the hand holding your phone grows tighter the faster your circles get. satoru clicks his tongue after a couple seconds, and adds, “don’t hold back, i wanna hear you.”

“okay,” you mumble, missing his familiar touch now more than ever. “i miss you so much, ‘toru,” you whisper, voice already a little shaky from your own fingers. but it still isn’t enough to push you over the edge—you both know that only satoru has the skill to do that.

“i know you do,” satoru teases, an amused lilt in his voice. “bet those pretty hands of yours couldn’t make ya cum half as fast as i could, yeah?”

he’s right, but it doesn’t stop you from trying—god, you wish your boyfriend were here and inside of you, but for now, his voice is all that you have. “baby, these past couple days, all i could—fuck, all i could think about was that pretty pussy of yours,” satoru chokes out, hand moving up and down the length of his dick faster. “so tight f’me, all just for me,” he mumbles, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth.

“s-satoru, i need you,” you mewl out, legs starting to tremble just at the thought of him. “need your dick inside of me, plea—”

“can’t do that, princess,” satoru sighs, groaning at the sound of your desperate request. “wish i could, though.. but we gotta wait for a couple days, fuck.”

you stop rubbing your clit and instead slip two fingers inside your cunt, wrist shaking at you pump your fingers up and down at his request. “s’ not as good as you, ‘toru,” you whine, hips unconsciously rocking against your hand. “come home soon, please, can’t wait for that long—”

satoru laughs breathily and moans shamelessly into his phone, mumbling something about work or a mission or something—but you don’t really catch the details, too occupied with fucking yourself to the thought of your boyfriend. “so impatient, aren’t ya?” satoru exhales, thrusting into his own fist and fantasizing about your warm, tight cunt instead. “fuck, baby, miss you and your cunt so fuckin’ bad—”

“then come home, ‘toru,” you plead, hardly able to choke out your words coherently. “please, satoru, i need you here—”

your boyfriend cuts you off with a series of porn-worthy groans, mixing in your name wherever he can as he cums into his hand. it’s not satisfying, and it doesn’t feel half as good as it would if he were fucking your pussy instead. so, after a couple seconds, he mumbles, “whatever you say, princess, i’ll be there by tomorrow.” 

★ ━ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“you’re an asshole,” you mutter into your phone. toji only scoffs in reply, a disbelieving edge to his voice. “toji, listen to me—”

“i’m listenin’, princess,” toji grumbles. “yeah, i know i said i’d be home by tonight, but somethin’ came up. s’ not my fault i’m surrounded by idiots.” and he makes no effort of hiding his disdain at your stubbornness—some things were just out of his control, including how long it took for most of his missions to get completed.

“don’t call me that,” you snap, climbing into your bed and pulling a pillow onto your lap. toji sighs, and it’s a long, lengthy exhale that surely has to be exaggerated. “fuck you, toji, you promised you’d be home by tonight.” 

your boyfriend laughs incredulously into his phone, chortling for a good twenty seconds before he replies, “i don’t remember promising anything, n’ what do ya need me home for anyways? what’s so fuckin’ important, huh?”

well, there’s no way you’re telling him the real reason you want him home so badly—he’d just laugh at you and your desperation for him. but honestly, after going for more than a week without his dick, you’re really fucking close to telling him that. instead, you reply, “maybe i just miss my boyfriend.”

“more like you just want dick, don’t ya, pretty?”

toji sees right through your pitiful lies—he always does. you don’t respond for a long while, and your boyfriend fills up the silence by laughing again. “shoulda just said so. i missed fuckin’ that tight cunt of yours too, idiot.”

“so will you come home now?”

“mm, you gotta convince me.”

“how?” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. 

“show me jus’ how much you miss me, and maybe i’ll consider comin’ back early if you can prove it to me,” toji says, and you can hear the smile in his voice as your screen lights up with a request to facetime. 

you accept, and a second later, your boyfriend’s face fills up your screen. his dark eyes are squinted from the sudden light, but the corners of his lips curl upwards when he sees you. “hey, princess.”

“hey, asshole.”

“you want to get fucked tomorrow night or not?” he drawls, a lazy smile playing on his face when that shuts you up. “now c’mon, let’s see that pussy. open wide f’me.”

you mutter something about him being the worst boyfriend ever before you tug down the waistband of your panties, exposing your neglected, puffy cunt. your clothes are quickly discarded somewhere, allowing you to angle your phone downwards and show toji what he’s missing.

“oh, fuckin’ hell,” toji mutters, navy eyes fixed on your cunt as you slip two fingers inside and start pumping them in and out of your hole. the dim lighting of your room bounces off the slick already coating your cunt, making it look wetter than ever to toji—and you can practically see the longing in his eyes as he watches you fuck yourself.

“please, toji,” you mumble, spreading your legs even wider to show off your pussy to him. “miss you so much, please—fuck, please come home,” you plead, doing your best to put on a show for him. at this point, you’re so touch starved that you’d do anything to get him back—anything to satisfy you, since your own fingers can’t even give you half the pleasure toji can.

“so desperate, aren’t ya?” toji tuts, eying you with interest. “tch, pathetic…”

you whine in response to his words, hips rolling against your own hand as you futilely try to convince your head that it’s a dick in between your legs and not your own fingers. “fuck, toji, i’ll do anythin—”

“anything?” he instantly cuts you off, cocking an eyebrow as if he’s intrigued. you nod desperately, almost willing to do anything and everything for him if it meant he could fill up the empty spot in between your thighs. “you promise?”

“y-yeah, anything,” you whimper, throwing your head back as your hand starts to grow sore. 

toji hums in approval, and a moment later, he replies, “alright then. i’ll head back tomorrow mornin’, but you’re getting fucked for the whole night after. n’ i don’t wanna hear any of that ‘toji, it’s too much!’ bullshit, m’kay?” he snaps, mimicking your voice by raising his pitch two octaves. 

“okay, i promise,” you choke out, and the second the words leave your lips, toji hangs up.

asshole.

★ ━ SUGURU GETO

“suguru, i miss you,” you mumble into your phone, burying your face into the blankets wrapped around your shoulders. usually, it’s rare for you to feel cold within your bedroom—suguru’s presence seems to make everything warmer. but right now, he’s not here, and even your own room feels barren without his comforting aura. “it’s so empty here without you…” 

“is it, now?” suguru replies coyly from the other end of the call. he’s at some sort of meeting right now, but apparently, he’s on his break—which is good, because you imagine that it might be a little embarrassing for him to take this call if he were in the middle of the meeting. “i miss you too, baby. you and that pretty pussy of yours, heh.”

“sugu—”

your boyfriend interrupts you with a soft, teasing laugh, lowering his voice when he adds, “do you want to know what i’d do to you if i was with you right now?”

you swallow back the “yes” you so desperately want to say, instead whispering, “aren’t you in public?”

“nah, i’m in the bathroom right now,” suguru clarifies. “now c’mon, answer the question.”

“...yeah,” you admit. it’s been over a week since you last had any sort of sexual contact with suguru—you’ll take what you can get.

your boyfriend laughs again, sultry voice pouring out your phone’s speakers and straight into your throbbing cunt when he starts describing—in great detail—the things he would do to you if he was on top of you right now.

“...and then, i would flip you over and fuck you face-down ass-up for hours,” suguru adds casually, enjoying the sounds of your muffled moans—you’re trying so hard to hide them, but little do you know that it’s only too obvious to suguru. 

two of your fingers are circling your clit as suguru speaks, and your own hand is clasped over your mouth as you struggle to hide the effects of suguru’s voice on you—and he just keeps talking.

“yeah, and when i finally let you cum all over my dick, i’d just keep going,” suguru cooes, tempted to pull down his pants and take care of his own boner right then and there. but unlike you, your boyfriend has some ounce of resilience, and as he checks the time on his phone, he realizes that he has to get back to his meeting soon anyways.

“suguru—” you moan, unable to stifle your little whimpers any longer. “wan’ you so bad, please—”

“silly girl, what do you mean, you want me so bad?” suguru says amusedly. “i’m already yours, aren’t i?”

“you know what i mean,” you huff, rocking your hips against your fingers in an attempt to force yourself to cum. but unfortunately, ever since you started fucking with suguru, your own fingers aren’t good enough—even if you could hypothetically make yourself orgasm, it wouldn’t give you even a fraction of the pleasure your boyfriend could. “please, sugu, i wanna see you.”

and just like that, any remaining self-restraint suguru has snaps—the sound of you begging is enough to make him do anything in the world.

suguru hastily unzips his pants, releasing his dripping dick. he runs his thumb over the leaking tip, smearing the pre-cum all over its head. “fuck, baby, i’m at work right now,” he mutters into his phone, rolling his eyes affectionately when he hears you giggle. “one pic. then i’m going back to my meeting.”

“m’kay!” you agree, pulling the phone away from your ear and turning it on speaker as you eagerly wait for the pictures to send.

suguru holds up his phone and snaps a picture of his dick resting in his palm, stroking it with that hand and sending you the image with the other. “alright, sweetheart, gotta get back to work,” suguru sighs, unable to get his boner to settle down—he figures the only way it’ll happen is if he ends the call, which he really needs to do.

“aw, do you have to?”

“yeah, sorry ‘bout that,” he mutters, removing the phone from his ear to end the call.

“wait, what’re you sending me—oh, fuck, you’re the worst,” suguru groans when he clicks the notification and sees a video of what you’re doing to yourself right now—it’s a five second video of you pumping your fingers in and out of your puffy cunt to his voice, and there goes his resolve to stay at work.

“i fuckin’ hate you, baby… see you in a couple hours.”

[tinyluvs]

Giving Spencer a blow job for the first time?

ooh i’ve had a few requests for this 🤭 tysm! angel! *mdni!!*

"sorry angel," spencer sighs when you gasp at his cock hardening against your ass, "it'll go away," he hums pressing a kiss against your shoulder, leaving his lips there for a few seconds afterwards

he angles his hips away from you, causing you to whine slightly, "why are you sorry?" you ask quietly, doing your best to turn around to face him, your chest pressed against his

it wasn't a secret to you that spencer had never really done anything with someone else, apart from a few kisses here and there but it was your fault he was hard, you'd tried to get comfy and in turn had wiggled your ass against his crotch just a few too many times

spencer's eyes flutter shut, long lashes touching his cheek, when your noses brush, "baby?" you prompt him, with a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth, "why are you sorry?"

"because," he pauses, his fingers pinching lightly at your waist, "i've never, you know, well i know how to i just haven't ever done it, with someone," he rambles ever so quietly against your mouth

you hum and smile softly against his jaw, "would you like to? with me?" you ask, letting your fingers slide just under the waistband of his pyjama trousers

"i don't know how to," he repeats, his fingers moving from your waist to wrap gently around your wrist. you stop, waiting to see if he pulls your hand away from him but he doesn't, he just holds you there

"i know," you say with a slight grunt as you rearrange your bodies until you're hovering over him, knees pressed against his hips, "let me teach you something for once,"

spencer gasps when you kiss him, his chin tilting upwards to chase you as you pull away, "you don't have to," he pants, watching you shuffle down his body and into the space between his legs

"i want to," you assure him, eyes flickering from his face and down to his cock, still very hard and pressing against his trousers. your tongue darts over your bottom lip as you lean in, nudging the hem of his t-shirt up with your nose

you trail kisses over his hips, sucking and licking gently at the soft skin, smirking against him when he starts to roll his hips against you, "oh god," he whimpers, fingers pushing through your hair

"you okay?" you check in, pulling the waistband of his trousers away from him, he nods at you, his tongue pressed between his lips, "lift up baby," you hum, tapping as his hip

spencer rolls his hips again, lifting them up just enough for you to tug the fabric down his thighs, letting his cock spring free. your mouth waters at the sight of him, thick, long and leaking pre come over himself

your thumb traces over a vein on the underside of him, following it upwards until you get to the tip. spencer moans at the friction, titling his head back against the arm of the couch while his fingers start to tighten in your hair

"fuck spence," you breathe hard as you start to rub over his slit, watching intently as his cock leaks against your fingers. following the same vein, you kiss up the length of him, stopping when your lips are smeared with pre come

"please, fuck sweetheart," spencer pants, looking down at you with soft, desperate eyes. slowly you lower your mouth onto him, eyes fluttering shut as you start to suckle

you know you're teasing him, moving down his cock too slowly but he sounds so good, whining and moaning when your tongue presses against him, your cheeks hollowing as he hits the back of your throat

"b-baby, god," he moans, pushing down slightly on the back of your head. you hum around him, sending vibrations tickling over his cock. spencer groans loudly, his hips pushing up again, causing you to choke around him, "honey, im so so-"

your eyes flicker up, looking at him through your lashes, keeping the eye contact as you start to suck him off, moving your mouth up and down his length, your lips stretched wide around him

spencer's jaw drops, a string of moans tumbling past his lips that has you whimpering. spit and pre come leak from the corner of your mouth, dribbling down the base of him that won't fit in your mouth, gently you wrap your fingers around him, sliding your hand up and down slowly

"sweetheart i'm not going to, fuck, last," he hiccups, the hand he has in your hair starts to move, pushing you down and pulling you back up, bobbing you on his cock while tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes

you do your best to make an uh huh sound around him, not wanting to take your mouth off of him just yet. he starts to twitch in your mouth, veins pulsing against your tongue as you lick upwards before flicking just under the head of his cock

tears start to spill down your face, rendering you a complete state between that and the mess spilling from the corners of your mouth. you reposition yourself so that your free hand can ghost over his balls, barely touching them

"p-please, oh, don't tease," spencer whines, his back arching slightly, his stomach tensing. he's close and you know it so you go all in, sucking him off with earnest, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other gently rolls his balls

spencer starts to moan and grunt loudly, barely taking a moment to breathe in between it all. his hips stutter, pushing the tip of his cock into your throat

"fuck, baby, oh god," he rambles loudly, "y-you're so good at this, so good," he whines, his voice breaking slightly, you look up, eyes widening when you see a few stray tears running down his cheeks

a moan tries to escape you but it gets trapped in your throat, your muscles contracting around him, "oh fuck, wha- how're you doing that, please, i'm gonn-"

without much of a warning spencer comes, loudly. your eyes snap shut, come spilling down your throat in long, warm ropes that never seem to end. you do your best to swallow fast enough to keep up but to no avail, come runs down your chin

"holy shit," you choke, voice raw, when you pull off of him. you use the back your hand to wipe over your face, come, spit and tears leaving stains on the sleeve of your hoodie, "you okay?" you pant, resting your forehead on spencer's hip

"perfect," your boyfriend replies, voice slow and lazy, post orgasm haze setting in fast. his fingers scratch slightly at your head, "i love you, so much"

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily!! send prompts to my ask box!

if you’d like to read the part two of spencer eating you out directly after this you can do so !! here !!

❥ spencer reid masterlist !!

tell me if there’s any mistakes! i tried to proofread but i’m tired 😌

[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）DEEPER.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀a tipsy y/n and a possessive heeseung, in which heeseung got jealous..

（ 이희승 ） — pairing = fem!reader x yandere!heeseung ୨୧ warning = nipple sucking/teasing, fingering, clit touching/rubbing, sex, name-calling, others may be unlisted ୨୧ wc = 1,174

a/n : yandere smut!, reblogs & likes are appreciated.. i'm not best at writing smut but i hope you guys like this one !! i searched up many tips.. [ sob ]

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ㅤ𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 baby, need to see your eyes." Heeseung murmured against your wrists, leaving a trail of kisses up your arm. Your body was stuck under his, the soft feel of the mattress didn't help with your tipsy state-only worsening it. The sight of you looking so clueless and helpless under him fueled his desire to pop your sweet cherry.

ㅤYou whimpered beneath him, feeling his large hands glide over your body. Fuck, you were so wasted. Even the slightest touch of his finger tips against your skin made you feel like you were on fire. The helpless gaze you gave him was enough to make him push your tiny shirt up.

ㅤ"So fucking perfect, baby.. you don't even know it." Heeseung whispered, a coy smirk forming as he finally tugged your shirt over your head, revealing your scantily clad chest. His eyes lingered over the curve of your collarbone, before trailing down to the outline of your nipples-which hardened from the mix of cold air and need.

ㅤ"Begging for my attention?" He teased, leaning down to suckle one of them into his mouth, his fingers wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer.

ㅤThe feel of his plump lips surrounding your sensitive bud was enough to make you moan, arching your back into his hold-the tip of his tongue teasing your nipple. "H-Heeseung~" You whined, words so slurred and messy. Your unfocused gaze dropped to him, letting out desperate little whimpers and whines.

ㅤHe felt your small hand in his hair, his ears twitching at the sound of you whining his name.

ㅤ"That's it, baby. Call your daddy. Let him take care of you." Heeseung growled, his grip tightening on your waist, as his other hand slipped between your legs. His fingers began to tease your wetness-the way you arched into him, how you called out his name, it was all he needed to know he was in control.

ㅤ"You're mine now.. I'm not gonna share." He promised, his voice husky as he dragged his mouth away from your nipple, only to replace it with his teeth, gently nipping at the sensitive skin.

ㅤ"Fuck, unless you want to share with daddy's friends... But I think that's a bit too much for my little slut here, hmm?" He whispered against your skin, a wicked grin painting his lips as he slipped his fingers inside you, testing your readiness for him.

ㅤHis long fingers filled you up, the sudden intrusion left arousal dripping from your core. The feeling of his long fingers were heavenly, absolutely divine. "Heeseung, Hee.." You gasped, grasping onto his shoulders tightly.

ㅤ"No.." You mumbled, attempting to close your thighs.

ㅤ"No, baby? Well, then, we'll just have to see how obedient you can be.." Heeseung chuckled, using his free hand to spread your legs wide-his fingers not stopping their teasing inside you. The way your body clenched around his digits were enough to make him harden even more, pre-cum staining the waistband of his pants.

ㅤ"Now, open up for me, or do you want it to be a painful experience?" He threatened, his voice dangerously low. With a swift move, he pushed his fingers inside you-deep than before, stretching you out in preparation for what was to come.

ㅤ"The more you resist, the harder it is to make you mine. And if I can't make you mine.."

ㅤHis voice sounded threatening, his grip tightened on your hips.. "You know you're mine. You know you only belong to me, so why resist?" He purred, his thumb rubbing your clit in lazy circles, trying to push you closer to the edge.

ㅤThe more you resisted, the more he wanted to claim you, to make sure you belong to him alone.

ㅤYour hands moved about, yanking at the sheet, pillows, anything. "Heeseung, d-don't!" You whined; why didn't I think he'd touch my clit? "Please, Heeseung, I'm getting tired.." You muttered, shaking your head at him-your eyes filled with desperation.

ㅤ"Tired, huh? You'll be too tired to move after I'm done with you." Heeseung smirked, his tone softening as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I'm not stopping, baby. Not until I've claimed you.. made you mine."

ㅤHe continued his slow, torturous pace, his thumb working your clit mercilessly as his fingers pumped in and out.

ㅤThe sensation was intense, and he knew you were close, so close to the edge. "Come for me, slut. Show me how much you like it when I play with you." He commanded, his voice a hypnotizing whisper that made your body quiver and shake, the orgasm he promised rippling through you.

ㅤAs your walls contracted around his fingers, he removed them, replacing them with the head of his throbbing cock.

ㅤ"That's right, baby. Take it. Take everything daddy has to offer." He urged, guiding himself inside you-inch by inch, as he started to claim what he considered his.

ㅤWith each thrust, you felt your body adjust to his cock. Your walls tightening around him, milking him. Heeseung's grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts more forceful now, each one followed by a soft moan from your lips. "Fuck.." He growled, the mix of alcohol and desire left you feeling both lightheaded, unable to form coherent thoughts as you gave in to him..

ㅤHeeseung picked up the pace, you could hear his heart pounding against your chest with your own heart racing in sync. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies smacking together, the bed creaking under the weight of your two bodies.

ㅤ"You're so fucking tight, baby. I can't wait to fill you up," He grunted, his eyes locked onto yours-desperate in a way.

ㅤYou could barely focus on anything but the feeling of him inside you, your body eagerly taking more of his length as he drove himself deeper and deeper into you. "Baby.." The intimacy, your mind went foggy, and your body was high off the pleasure. You continued to gasp out as he penetrates you, hands clutching his biceps tightly as you whimpered at him.

ㅤ"Y/n.." Heeseung groaned your name, releasing inside you-filling you to the brim. The sudden gush of your fluids sent him over the edge, his grip on your hips tightening as he emptied himself inside you.

ㅤHis lips met yours in a harsh kiss, claiming you with the same intensity he used to fuck you. As he pulled out, he leaned over you, his chest heaving from exhaustion. Heeseung stared deeply into your eyes, smirk returning-filled with satisfaction and ownership.

"Now you're mine, all mine.."

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[indiefilmfatale]

useless (steve harrington x fem!reader)

gif by @/keery !

plot: steve takes pleasure in driving you crazy while you're tied to his headboard content warnings: bondage, some light finger play, domination, dirty talk, penetrative s*x, lotsa teasing word count: 1.3k a/n: gif is how i imagine steve in this blurb bc goddddamnnn he looks good like this smut below the cut!

You lay on your back on Steve’s bed. His comforter has been thrown onto the floor, leaving your legs tangled up in a topsheet and your bare skin against the heathered fitted sheet. You have nothing on but a pair of his boxers. Your thighs are clenching around the cotton; the fabric cool against your skin from the way you’ve been soaking through them.

You and Steve have been lazily making out for the last hour, completely losing track of time in each other’s mouths and skin. He’ll kiss down your body, licking and sucking your breasts and stomach and thighs but never addressing your throbbing pussy. He loved to tease you like this, watching your hips buck into his chest with amusement. Occasionally he would reward you with a soft grind of his hard cock against your core, just enough to press against your clit and rile a breathy moan out of you.

Finally, he rises off of you and wanders across the room, leaving you tits-out and writhing on his mattress. When he comes back, he’s holding two bandanas, one blue and one black.

“Is this what I think it is?” You’re grinning, knees wobbling.

“Mm-hm,” Steve nods. “Gimme your wrist.” He comes to the top right side of the bed, and you raise your right arm to the knob of his headboard. He ties your wrist against the finished wood, and you watch his nimble fingers work around the fabric.

When he’s finished, he makes his way around the bed to the other side. You watch him the entire time, sensing his excitement and him sensing your’s. When he’s finished with the second knot, he just stands back and takes in the sight of you for a moment.

“Give it a tug, baby.” He nudges his head toward your tied wrists.

You oblige, pulling your arms inward but your wrists not budging out even a little bit. “Where’d you learn how to tie knots like this?”

“I was an eagle scout.” He climbs onto the end of the bed. You open your legs for him to kneel right in between. “I can make a fire out of two rocks for you when we’re finished.”

You chuckle, biting your lip. You have even more of an instinct to grind your hips into the air, his erection poking through his underwear making you go slightly crazy. He looked so good like this, kneeling over you with a darkness in his eye that made you want to do anything for him.

And him, well, he loved you in any form, but especially the way you squirmed under his control. He also knew he could do anything to you right now, and that’s the thought that turned him on the most.

“You like this?” He ran his hand up your leg.

Your eyes don’t leave his gaze. You just nod, exhaling slowly.

“You’re gonna let me take care of you, hm?” His fingers drag over your thighs. “Gonna let me do all the work?” Now over your closed core, right wear your clit meets the fabric. He presses ever so softly against the nub, circling over it at a pace that drives you wild.

You suddenly feel shy and small. B Steve knows how to drag what you need out of you. “Speak up, sweetheart.”

You hum. “I want you, Stevie.”

He presses slightly harder against your clit, rewarding you. You back arches at the pressure. “Want what?”

“Mmmph, your cock. Want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” He takes his hand off your core and uses both to wrap around your waistband, pulling the boxers off of you and onto the floor. “Show me, baby, show me how much you want it.” His fingers return to your core, but they don’t move. You grind against his fingers, trying to grasp the little control you have over your own body, sighing. Given the last hour, you’re absolutely soaked for him.

Then he takes one of your legs with his other arm and lifts it over your shoulder, opening you up before him. “Y’ready?”

You huff, “Been ready forever now, Steve.”

He rubs the inside of your thigh, comforting you. “Getting impatient, huh? Lemme help you, baby.” He pulls his cock out of his boxers, and it rests against his stomach with the slightest, sexiest curve toward the left. “It’ll be worth it. Gonna make you feel so good.” “Please.” You whine.

He leans in closer, his toned arms supporting his weight as he presses onto the mattress beside your waist. Your leg bends so your knee is against your own shoulder.

And he kisses you. Slowly at first, then slips his tongue in until you're met with the familiar taste of him. “I love you.” He whispers against your lips, then kisses you again. “Love you like this, under me.”

“I love you so much.” You return, biting his bottom lip gently. He lets out a breathy laugh.

When he pushes into you, it's soft and slow. And your eyebrows curve upward in the way he just loves, your mouth falling agape. He groans when he feels himself bottoming you out.

“So fucking deep, Stevie,” You moan, breath going shallow. You can feel his tip press against your g-spot with every thrust. He’s going at a mind-boggling pace, watching you huff and whine underneath him. “Harder, baby, please.”

“Is that what you want?” He bucks his hips into you, causing you to gasp. He creates a rough, medium rhythm with his pelvis that has your head pressing hard into the mattress. You grip onto the wood of his headboard, wrists pulling on the bandanas but never breaking loose. Moans are spilling out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“So fucking tight,” Steve sighs, hips bouncing against yours. Every now and again he slows down, lets you catch your breath, before pounding into you again with an intensity that makes every thought leave your brain.

Tears are gathering in the corner of your eyes. The leg that's around his shoulder clenches in, pulling him closer to you. His lips are beside your neck now, and he takes the opportunity to bite into the skin, pulling another high-pitched moan out of you.

“So desperate for me, takin’ me so well.” He whispers between grunts. “You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?”

“Fuck, I–” Your breathing so hard into his skin.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let go, baby.” His hand slides down to hold your hips down as he sets a new pace, one that makes your head swirl. “I wanna feel you cum around me, can you do that?”

You just nod, brow curving again as you feel your orgasm approaching. The feeling fills you with bliss, eyes fluttering shut as he pounds and pounds. “That’s it,” He groans.

“Need— my clit, Steve.” You whine against his shoulder.

“I got you, honey, lemme help you.” He snakes a hand down underneath himself and props his thumb atop your clit, pressing the same small circles he knows you love. “Can’t do anything, can you? You’re useless on my cock, just useless, mm,”

The feeling combined with the low moans he’s releasing with each thrust drives you over the edge, back arching so your pelvic bone presses against his. Your moans turn to sloppy drawn-out hums as you squeeze your pussy around him, causing him to whimper into your hair. “Just like that baby, oh my god, I’m gonna–”

You feel his hips shake against yours as a sudden warmth fills your cervix. The feeling causes your shoulders to jolt forward, overstimulated from the pleasure and leaking tears and cum onto the mattress. He lets out these tiny grunts as he milks the last of his orgasm into you.

Steve slows down, both of you catch your breaths. He softly places your leg off of his shoulder and collapses on top of you, chest heaving onto yours. You’re the first to break the heavy silence. “That was…” is all you can say.

“I know.” He breathes. Then looks up at you, chin resting on your breastbone, with your arms still spread above your head. “Maybe I’ll just keep you here forever like this.”

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 3rd

simon riley x teasing / bratting

winding simon up was so much fun.

it really gets your heart racing after a slow week, you know? sometimes, you were restless and antsy — and you needed your giant, strong man to threaten you a little to feel something.

so, you’d pretty much been slutting yourself out to him around the base.

it was unlike you, his demure thing that respected privacy and boundaries as much as he did. but, occasionally — you both liked the thrill. which is why you had taken the chance to be extra chatty and sweet with his men, brushing it off as “i’m a nurse, si. you expect me not to speak to people now?” however, it wasn’t just that. it was the tight outfits, the dropping things on the floor just to bend over right in front of him before he goes off on duty — and worst of all, when he’d give you little to no reaction, the touching.

you’d spot him near the dining hall, a quiet night on the base. he was stood, arms crossed after training some newer recruits and he just looked so fucking big. he wore a long sleeve black thermal shirt, stretched across thick muscle, and black cargo pants, the thick belt accentuating his waist. he had his usual black balaclava on, and his boots added an inch or so onto his already imposing height. you felt yourself fucking clench, and for no reason other than he looked good.

you skip over, all bouncy and smiles and he has to fight not to let a smile slip himself — his eyes softening.

“si!” you smile softly, approaching and he turns his body towards you. simon always gave you his full attention.

“you alright, love?” he gruffs in that low voice, and you can barely contain the horny and dumb expression from sliding across your features, blinking up at him with large doe eyes as you suck on your bottom lip. tease, he thinks.

“missed you, been neglecting me.” you groan, and he can tell by your voice that you don’t really feel any kind of way about it. there’s something bigger at play here and he knows it already.

“was trainin’ the rookies.” his eyes don’t leave yours as you step closer, tits brushing against his stomach.

“mhm? how was it?” you converse sweetly, barely glancing around to see if there were any wandering eyes before reaching down to his belt, playfully tugging at it before your hand wanders lower, feeling his heavy shape under your palm. he harshly grabs your wrist, pinning it in the air as he stares you down, voice dropping an octave.

“you think that’s wise, nurse? doin’ that right here?” nurse. he always calls you that when you’d been bad. bingo.

his intimidating glare makes you falter for just a second, ripping your eyes away to recoup but when you do he moves his head to follow your gaze, stepping forward so you’re backed up against the wall.

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try, but it doesn’t come out as confident.

“no? reckon you’ve been behaving this week, then?” he pushes, muscles tight with frustration. he’d been waiting for the chance to pounce, and you’d barely even pushed his button. you hold your chin up, putting on the act.

“i have. i’m a good girl.” you tease and he scoffs, eyes darting about the hallway before grabbing you roughly by the waistband and stuffing his thick arm down there, strong hand pushing past your panties. you let out a quiet yelp when he slides his fingers through slick, tutting at you and pulling his hand out.

“as i thought. all wet over nothing.” he berates, opening your jaw with one hand and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth with the other. your eyes water as they stare up at him mercilessly, threatening to roll back when you choke on them just a little. you’re saved by the sound of footsteps and he pulls back, a string of saliva following his hand when it departs and snapping against your chin, making you splutter a little, wiping it with the back of your hand.

you think he might let you run off, now that there’s people around but he grasps you by the back of the neck when you turn around, practically walking you like a dog in the direction of your dorm. “c’mon, know you’re fuckin’ dyin’ for it. walk that sorry little arse all the way to your room.” his voice is a mere growl now and all you can do is silently nod, cunt clenching around nothing.

[moonstruckme]

james x shy!reader first time?🤭🤭🤭🤭

Thanks for requesting!

cw: smut mndi

James Potter x shy!reader ♡ 908 words

James almost feels bad about the mark he’s surely leaving on your tit, but your hands are encouraging on his back and he’s yet to learn how to deny you anything you want. 

He can feel your heartbeat in his mouth as he sucks and teases your skin. It speeds up when he lets his teeth scrape lightly. Your breathing falters. 

James can’t help himself; he grins. “That’s it,” he coaxes. “Don’t be shy, angel, let me know what’s good, yeah?” 

Your reply comes soft and surprisingly teasing. “I think you already know.” 

A little laugh startles out of him, and he looks up in time to see your small smile. That smile is going to get James in trouble. 

“How’re you feeling, baby?” He runs his palms up and down your sides comfortingly. Your top half is bare, your shirt balled up and tossed into the hamper, but you’re still in your pants. “Are you ready?” 

You rub your lips together, showing your nerves. “Yeah.” You nod. James kisses you softly to try and settle you. “I’m ready.” 

“Okay. I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” You nod again, looking a bit more sure this time. He smiles at you. “Can I take these off?” 

You hum. “Please,” you say, lifting your head and reaching for the button of your pants. 

James bats your hands away, nipping playfully at the underside of your jaw as he undoes them himself and then easing them down over the curve of your hips. You sit up on your elbows to watch him. Underneath, you’ve got on a pair of underwear that’s prettier than anything James has ever seen (present company excluded). He can’t take his eyes off them as he tugs your pants the rest of the way off. 

“Sweetheart.” James is delighted. “Did you wear these for me?” 

You look like you’re contemplating smothering yourself with your pillow. “Yeah,” you murmur, not looking at him.

He plants a heavy, smacking kiss on your cheek. It’s burning hot under his lips. “You’re fucking adorable,” he says, running a finger over the waistband. “I almost don’t want to take them off.” 

“Please do,” you say in a hurry. 

Something frightening close to a giggle bubbles up in James’ chest. He’s continually surprised by your bouts of boldness. 

“Whatever you say, angel.” He gets his fingers under the pretty fabric, and they join the rest of your clothes in the hamper. 

It’s not the first time you’ve been exposed to him like this, but you never seem to get used to it. James can hardly blame you; he hasn’t either. He stares openly while you cover your face with your arms, taking one of your thighs in each hand and easing them open. 

“My shy girl, all ready for me,” he coos, dragging two fingers through your slickened folds. “Fuck, I wish you could see yourself, baby, you look so pretty. Probably won’t take long at all to get you ready for me, huh?” 

He looks up, but you’re still hiding under your arms. 

When no response comes, he hums, “Or, maybe I could take my time—” 

“Jamie.” Your voice is quiet and frail, directed towards the ceiling like a prayer. “Please.” 

“Okay.” He laughs, hands moving back up you until they’re clasped around your wrists. “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t play with you too much, just don’t hide from me, please?” 

James gives only the slightest tug, but you move your arms of your own volition, peering up at him warily. 

“Good girl, thank you.” He rewards you with a kiss, his hand sneaking back down between your legs. 

Your lips part in a silent gasp as his thick fingers broach your entrance, and James slips his tongue into your mouth, cock aching at the tightness of you. His other hand finds your tit. Your gummy walls constrict on his digits, and he swallows a groan. 

“Fuck, angel.” He slips in a third finger, the fit easy when you’re already so worked up. “S’like you’re sucking me in.” 

Your head falls back against the pillows, but James doesn’t hold your lack of reply against you. He finger fucks you deep and slow, curling his digits every now and again in search of that sensitive spot on your front wall. Your cunt is weeping now, wetness slipping out of you and pooling on the sheets. 

When James sets his lips to your clit, you make the sort of breathy, desperate sound he knows will echo in his dreams for the next week. 

One of your hands burrows in his hair. He spurs you on by bullying the small bead, licking and sucking until he can feel that telltale trembling of your thighs. He lifts his head, and you look relieved. 

“I’m ready,” you say through soft pants, braver now that James has wound you up so tightly. “I think I can take—” 

You cut yourself off as he spreads his fingers inside you, testing the fit and hoping to numb you out in the process. 

“Sorry, angel,” he says. “That feel okay?” 

“Yes.” You nod, urgent. “Yeah, Jamie, can you—can you please—” 

James placates you with a soft kiss to your jaw, soothing his slick-soaked hand over your hip as he undoes his pants with the other. 

“Someday,” he promises, “we’re gonna find out what happens when you don’t get your way. But for now I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart.”

[evie-sturns]

Please - Matt Sturniolo

summary: you've never been interested in sex, not until you met your boyfriend matt. when you ask him to take your virginity he obviously gives you what you ask for.

contains: virgin!reader, gentle!matt, virginity loss, fluff, smut, aftercare, fingering.

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i'm a virgin, it's not like i have a real reason for it, but i've never found a guy i could trust.

matt and i have been dating for 2 months and we've done just about everything, execpt for hooking up. matt's never pushed me to do anything which i appreciate. but now that i've got to know matt i've been craving him, his touch.

7:29pm

i cuddle close to matt's side in bed as i stare at his phone, i watch him scroll through tiktok aimlessly.

i look up at matts side profile, a light stubble spread across his jaw. his blue eyes are locked on his screen.

i move my leg over matt's, shifting closer to him so my crotch is pressed against the side of his leg.

i sigh lightly, closing my eyes as i feel a heat grow between my thighs.

it's the way matt's lips are red, almost begging to be kissed that turns me on.

i don't even realise it, but i'm pathetically rubbing my clit against his leg.

"you okay sweetheart?" matt whispers from above me,

"what-? no i'm fine." i play it off,

matt places his phone down before shifting up, his back resting against the headboard.

matt grabs me under my arms and drags me up onto his lap, i straddle him and look down at him

matt just stares into my eyes like hes waiting for me to say something.

"matt.." i mutter, fidgeting with the ties of his sweatpants.

he looks at my lips, nodding understandably.

"i think that i want you to touch me, i- i need you." i say softly,

matt rubs his eyes, hes clearly flustered.

"what?" he says with a small laugh.

"matt don't make me say it again." i sigh, reaching my hands up and covering my face.

"tell me what you want and i'll give it to you y/n." matt says, grabbing my wrists and tugging them away from my pink face.

i hesitate for a second before speaking

"i want you to fuck me matt." i spit out, matt smiles lightly

"i can definitely do that for you," matt speaks, earning a playful slap from me.

matt reaches for the hem of my shirt, tugging it lightly. i grab his hand to stop him for a second.

"matt- i'm a virgin." i whisper, matt's eyes widen

"thats okay! thats perfectly fine." matt nods, making me feel better. "are you sure you want to do this? we don't have to if you're not ready."

"i don't really know what i'm doing." i mumble, matt nods before grabbing my chin, making me look at him.

i adjust myself on matt's lap to make myself comfortable.

"do you ever.. touch yourself?" matt asks quietly,

"um- i don't know." i reply shyly.

"you don't know?" he teases, earning a small giggle from me.

"yes- yeah i do, shut up-" i laugh, "how often?" matt asks

"every week or so- maybe." i whisper, matt nods before sitting up off the headboard.

he stands up, holding me up by my ass as he starts to mark up my neck with hickeys. matt lays me down on the matress and takes a step back. he reaches out his cold hand to the waistband of my sweat-shorts.

"can i take these off pretty girl?" he asks softly, i nod frantically "yeah- yes."

he slowly slides my shorts down my thighs, keeping a straight face the whole time.

he chucks them to the side of the room, i dont waste time to tug off my shirt aswell,

leaving me in my matching white lace bra and panties on the bed under matt, suddenly the realisation hits that this is actually happening. i shoot up into a seated position quickly,

"hey- you okay?" matt laughs slightly,

"matt" my voice wobbles, concern washes over his face.

"whats going baby-?" he speaks with worry laced in his voice

"im scared." i whisper out, he sits down on the bed next to me, "what if it hurts- and i'm not gonna be good at this matt- i don't know what to do well" i ramble out

"you don't have to be good, you dont have to do anything, you can just lay back and i'll talk you through it, would you like that?" matts voice is gentle,

"and it won't hurt, i promise."

i nod with a shaky sigh, he grabs my jaw and presses his lips against mine.

"right- so what's going to happen is i'm going to stretch 'ya out a little first is that okay?" matts tone is more gentle and understanding now.

"okay." i mumble, laying back on the matress as my legs dangle off the edge of the bed.

matt kneels between my legs, he gently pulls my panties down my legs while his cold finger tips trace circles on my inner thighs.

"you're gonna take two fingers for me?" matt says, i sink my top teeth into my bottom lip with a small giggle.

he presses the pad of his finger against my hole, he slowly pushes his large finger inside of me.

the cold metal of his rings against the warmth of my walls makes me squirm already.

matt doesnt waste time to push another finger inside of me, the stretch burns.

i've only ever fingered myself, my fingers are significantly smaller than matts so the feeling is different.. better.

he curls his fingers inside of me, repeatedly hitting a spot which is making the knot in my stomach clench.

"matt- oh my god!" i whimper out as he spreads his fingers apart inside of me. "it feels so good-" i babble,

i squeeze my eyes shut,

my eyes instantly spring back open as i feel matt's soft lips against my clit.

my hands instantly find there way to his brunette locks, my fingers intertwine into them.

i clench around his fingers again as he curls them

suddenly he pulls out of me, edging me completley

"matt!-" i start to protest, but he shushes me

"sh- sh i know, don't want you to cum yet cause we don't want to overstimulate you baby" matt says softly, tugging down his sweatpants.

there is a various obvious bulge in his sweatpants, i squeeze my thighs together as i look at it. matt runs a hand through his hair before tugging down his boxers, letting them fall to his ankles.

i sit up on my elbows as i stare at his erection, he is big.

very big.

"matt- how is that meant to fit inside of me- you said it wasn't going to hurt" i start to ramble, matt lets out a small laugh

"don't boost my ego." he laughs while rubbing his eyes

"matt seriously! the most i've ever had was your fingers which was like- 2 minutes ago!" i whine

"you'll be okay, i promise" matt chuckles,

"just lay back for me, you can hold my hand." matt says,

holding matt's hands and fingers have always been an anxiety response for me, he knows its comforting to me thats why he lets me whenever i'm scared.

he grabs my hand as i lay back, he grabs his base with his spare hand and lines himself up with me. "are you sure?" he asks again,

"yes- please!" i say impatiently,

he presses his tip, but nothing happens. "are you in?" i breathe out, he shakes his head

matt hesitates for a second before letting my hand go, he walks over to his closet.

"what-" i whisper, he turns back around with a bottle of lube in his hand which he holds shyly.

"its not gonna be comfortable for you if we don't have this." matt says to me as he squeezes some of the cold liquid out onto my folds

he reaches down and spreads some on his length, "lets try this again" he laughs.

matt grabs my hand again before pushing inside of me, i let out a wince.

"you're doing so well, so good for me baby, you've taken the tip." matt praises me,

"do you want more?" he asks teasingly, "yes- please" i beg

matt presses further into me, my walls stretch around him as i let out loud moans, somewhat pleasured but also a mix of pain.

he finally bottoms out, a low whimper falling from his red lips. "are you feeling okay?" his voice shakes

"i- i don't know." i laugh slightly, "do you want me to move?" matt asks, rubbing my fingers with his hand.

"yes- i think so" i smile at him stupidly before matt thrusts, he does small thrusts, being careful not to go too deep.

"you are- so fucking tight." matt says under his breath.

after several thrusts the pain goes away, now pleasure coarses through my body.

"i- oh my fuck, this feels s-so good" i stammer,

"youre taking me so well, you know you are." he says, locking eyes with me.

"you feel so good around me princess, so so good." matt's voice wobbles, he's holding back everything he has to not cum now.

i arch my back with a pathetic moan, feeling a familiar feeling in my stomach come back. matt places an arm by my head, caging me slightly.

"matt- oh fuck" i whine, squeezing his hand impossibly tight. i feel matt's dick twitch inside of me as his cheeks flush red.

abrubtly the knot in my stomach snaps, i didn't even realise it was coming until it did.

i clench hard around matt and feel warmth flow through my whole body, i release with a loud scream of his name as i claw at his back.

matt pulls out almost instantly, painting my chest and neck with white, my eyes widen as i sit up, but i instantly fall back down onto my back,

"shit i- i am so sorry for that aim" matt laughs

he reaches his palm out and wipes my neck clean, before collapsing down next to me.

"i love you so much matt" i mumble sleepily.

"i love you too princess" matt grins, pulling me close to his side. he pecks my face with kisses.

"im sorry for finishing so fast, i didn't even know it was coming-" i start up, matt shuts me up with a hand over my mouth

"im actually glad you finished fast, i was literally battling inner demons to not finish as soon as i started fucking you." matt breathes out.

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[daryldove]

cockwarming after a looong day apart 💌

Don't Hesitate

nsfw, daryl x fem!reader

cockwarming, sub daryl, daryl calls reader ma'am

this was much longer than I intended, and I couldn't resist writing needy daryl, I hope it's okay!!

Daryl had been out of Alexandria for days, so you were waiting eagerly by the door when he returned. You sink into his warm chest, pouring all the affection possible into the hug. You can't resist pulling him towards the couch, tugging off his vest as you go. He huffs, amused by your impatience. Pushing him onto the couch, you straddle his lap, leaning down to kiss him, hands holding his jaw so you can gaze down at him. His hands slide over your ass, squeezing firmly every so often. 

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too, girl.”

You slide your hands down his chest, stopping once you reach his waistband. His grip around your wrists stops you, though.

“What's the rush? We got all night.”

He's such a tease. Even after being away for so long, he could hide his desperation better than you. But you needed so badly after being apart, tonight wasn't the time for his teasing.

“Need you…”

“I know”, he rubs his thumb over the skin of your hip as he reassures you. With his gaze staying heavily on you, he lifts the hem of your shirt slowly. “Wanna see all of ya.”

You comply easily, tugging the fabric over your head and onto the floor somewhere behind you. Daryl's hands run up your sides, eyes exploring your body. Despite being together for years, he seemed in awe of you every time. 

“Like the view?” You smile down at his expression, his hands squeezing your hips in response.

“Fuckin’ beautiful.” His hands come up to squeeze your boobs, his rough hands dragging deliciously against your soft skin. You grind against him, whimpering, as his thumbs run over your sensitive nipples. A guttural groan escapes his lips at the unexpected friction, his hands fall from your chest to hold your hips still. 

“Warned ya about being patient, didn't I? Don't know if I'm gonna be able to take much of that…”

You can't even find the brain power to mock him, too distracted with the desperate aching in your cunt. His hands remain holding your hips tightly, instead he pulls your chest towards his face. He kisses along your collarbone and chest before licking and sucking at a nipple. You squirm, but don't get fair in his grasp. He grunts against your freshly bruised skin, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you against him. “You gotta stay still.” 

“More, please…”

“Fuck, you're driving me mad. Just so desperate for me, aren't ya?”

Your hands fall to Daryl's pants again, and this time he doesn't resist as you tug them down, finally freeing his hardening cock. Your gaze is hungry, primal. The ache in your gut grows as you watch precum drip down the underside of his length. 

“Ya gonna just look, or are ya going to touch?” His grip is tight around your thighs.

“Now who's the impatient one?” It's like he's asking to be punished. You finally wrap your hand around his cock, watching closely at how his breathing hitches and he lets his head fall back. Since you made sure you were ready for him before he was home, you didn't even hesitate to shift your hips over him, holding him still as you swiftly lower yourself onto his dick. Daryl practically growls, his breathing turning ragged and his grip rough.

You can't help it, you wanna see him beg. Turn into that pathetic mess you know he can become. 

“Feel how perfectly you fill me up?” You push your hips against him as flush as you can, smirking as his hands squeeze your thighs in response. “I wonder how long you can last without moving…”

Daryl grunts, “probably not long.”

“You'll last as long as I tell you too.” The sudden dominance seems to surprise him slightly, and he can't help but play into it.

“That a challenge, sweetheart?”

“That's an order.” 

He bites his lip. It's obvious he's affected, but he smirks cheekily, tempted to push your buttons more. “Yes, ma'am.”

Something stirs in you at him calling you that. And he knows it.

“Are you gonna be a patient boy and do as I say?” There's a mixture of desperation and frustration in his gaze. 

Eventually his body starts trembling with barely controlled restraint, his head resting back on the couch. He wants to move, needs to fuck you already.

“Goddammit,” he mutters, low and rough. He doesn't wanna start begging already. 

“You're doing good, keep going.” His jaw clenches at your words. 

“So bossy… ya lucky I love you.” His words make your heart swell. 

“You're so cute, I'm almost tempted to give in after that. But I wanna hear you beg me first.” Daryl's hands press into your waist tightly at that. 

“You seriously gonna make me beg?” You want him to, more than anything. Shifting your hips to entice him, you watch his face contort in pleasure. He sighs, resolve crumbling immediately. 

“Fuck, please baby, please…. I need you so bad.” You cup his jaw in your hand as you grind your hips against him, rewarding him for his submission. He starts quickly thrusting up to meet them, and soon you're both a moaning mess on the couch. He holds your body against his, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit until you're whining and clenching around him. It doesn't take long for both of you to get close. 

“Ya gonna let me cum, or do I have to beg for that too?” You grin at his sass, deciding you're too far gone to punish him for it. His lips find your neck, thumb adding pressure until you spasming and cum around him. He follows soon after, biting into your shoulder to diminish his own moans. You remain still, panting on top of him, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and head buried in your neck.         

He eventually lets you pull away, stopping last minute just to watch his cum leak out of you, as he annoyingly loves doing every time.

[archangeldyke-all]

Reader giving Sevika a strip tease? Please??

RAHHHHHHHH

men and minors dni

sevika's a pain in the ass to get gifts for.

besides whiskey, and cigar, she can never come up with anything else she might want. she's a frugal woman who rarely wants beyond her means. she takes no interest in fashion trends or home appliances, she doesn't follow pop culture or current media; and every time you ask her for ideas of gifts, whether it's for holidays or birthdays or anniversaries, she answers with a pathetic "...socks?"

so, you're trying something new tonight.

"sit down." you whisper, guiding your wife into a chair by the dining room. you've just gotten back from a nice dinner, both of you are slightly tipsy, and sevika's just given you your valentine's gift: a sparkly, dainty bracelet with an 's' charm haning off the center.

the charm jingles on your wrist as you push her into the chair. she raises her eyebrow at you, and you bend down to kiss her quickly.

"you want your present?" you mumble against her lips.

"yes please." she says through a smile. you giggle.

"you gotta sit still. keep your hands to yourself."

sevika's smile grows. "strip club rules?" she asks. you grin and nod, pressing one more kiss to her lips. you flick on the radio on the counter and start to sway your hips. the second you begin to move, sevika groans. "oh, fuck."

you chuckle. "you're fucking impossible to shop for." you chastise, reaching up to slowly unbutton your shirt. sevika nods in her seat.

"i am."

"so... i got myself something instead. figured you'd like it, too." you shrug your top off, the pink and red valentines lingiere you bought earlier this week poking out of your undershirt. you giggle as you watch sevika's throat bob as she gulps.

you turn around, slowly swaying your ass in her face as you tug your tank top up... up... and off.

you can hear sevika's feet scramble against the floor as your slowly reveal all the delicate bows and strings holding your lacy one-piece together. you giggle, then twirl back around.

sevika groans. the lacy fabric over your tits is sheer, and her eyes are locked on your hard nipples. you reach up and give them a squeeze, watching sevika sink her teeth in her lip as you do, feeling yourself get wet at the way her eyes have grown dark.

"good gift?" you ask. she whimpers.

"so good." she says, nodding. you chuckle, then step forward, between her legs, fiddling with the button of your pants. "please." she whines as you pretend to tug at your waistband. you giggle.

"wanna see more?"

"yes!"

"hmm..." you turn around, swaying your clothed ass in her face, biting back a smile at the way you can hear her cursing under her breath.

then, two strong hands are pulling at your belt loops-- your ass being suddenly exposed to the cool air making you jump.

you turn around, stumbling over the pants on your ankles, and sevika reaches out to steady you as you glare at her. "no touching!" you scold. she huffs.

"you were teasing!"

"that's the whole point, baby!" you giggle.

"it's my gift, i should be able to open it as fast as i want." she argues as you straddle her legs. she reaches up to hold your hips, then chuckles when you smack her hands away.

"you want me to finish my dance?" you ask. sevika nods, grinning at you. you can feel the heat of her, two inches beneath where your cunt hovers.

"yes."

"then put your hands under your ass." you demand.

sevika whines. "but baby!"

"c'mon! before some corny ass pop song comes on and i lose focus!" you demand. sevika groans, but follows your directions, and you duck forward to kiss her in thanks. she hums against your lips.

you start grinding against her lap in time with the rhythm of the music, both of you moaning and whimpering. you've got both of your hands on her shoulders, shoving your tits against her face before grinding down against her lap; then starting all over again.

"fuck, i love you." sevika whines. you chuckle, kissing her cheek.

"love you too, baby. happy valentine's day."

she whines, her head falling forward so she can bury her face in your neck. you let her, allowing her to kiss and suck your throat for a few minutes before pulling her back by her pony tail and continuing your slow grind.

with your free hand, you reach up and pull the straps of your lingerie down, freeing your tits. sevika growls, trying to shot forward and get her mouth on you only for your hand to stop her.

"baby--" she whines. you giggle.

"yeah?"

"i wanna, lemme put my mouth on you." she begs. you chuckle.

"lemme finish my little dance sev, then you can do whatever you want to me."

"how fucking long is this song!?" she whines. you giggle, grinding against her some more.

her pants are thin, you're certain she can feel the puddle of arousal you're leaking onto her lap. she's wiggling where she sits, her hands itching to touch you as you fuck yourself on her lap.

you trail your hands up and down your body, pinching your nipples, moaning and whining in her ear as you slowly push the one piece further and further down your body. with each inch of skin revealed, sevika whines more, sinking further down in her seat.

"you okay?" you coo.

"i'm gonna fuck you up." she growls. you giggle.

"i'd hope so, after my nice little show."

"fuck, baby, lemme fuckin' kiss you." she whines.

you can't deny her, and you lean forward, smashing your lips to hers.

sevika growls, shifts and frees her hands, and brings both of her palms down on your asscheeks with a loud smack. you squeal.

"sevika! the song's not--"

she growls, wraps her arms around your waist and stands, and in two quick strides she's smashing the radio with her mech hand. the kitchen falls into silence, besides your laughter. "song's over now." she says, marching you toward the bedroom.

you just laugh and press kisses to her neck. "you're replacing that."

"i've been meaning to upgrade our radio anyways." she grunts.

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[misc-obeyme]

So uh... I couldn't stop thinking about this post because apparently many of us would like to be scolded by Barbatos. But a special thank you to @vinsmouke for adding a tag about him taking off his gloves slowly because my Barbatos obsession took hold of my silly little brain and refused to let go.

I don't know what this even is, I'm sorry, it seems I'm just very thirsty today and there is something about this scenario that inspired this. Listen, I don't question inspiration, I just let it take me where it will.

Barbatos x GN!MC - NSFW MDNI

Note: MC's genitals are not described, I tried to keep it gender neutral. I consider this to be an established relationship situation where consent has already been given.

Warnings: fingering, MC's wrists are restrained, Barbatos in demon form, I feel like there probably needs to be more here please let me know if I should add something

You sat on your chair and tried not to squirm. Barbatos was standing before you, a deceptive smile on his face. You knew what that smile meant. You had bratted too close to the sun.

You had been enjoying some tea and pastries at the Demon Lord's Castle one minute and found yourself in this tense situation the next. You couldn't deny that it was your own fault.

“Do you believe your behavior is appropriate, MC?” Barbatos asked, smile still in place.

"I-" you started to protest but he interrupted you.

“Please do not attempt to excuse it,” he said. You sat back in your chair, watching as he began to slowly pull his fingers out of his glove, one by one. “We have spoken about your bad behavior before. I decided on leniency then, but it is clear to me that I made an error in judgment. If you cannot conduct yourself properly…”

You swallowed as you watched him. He wasn’t looking at you, his attention fully on the methodical and deliberate way he was removing his gloves. You couldn’t look away, your hands fidgeting in your lap as you considered what may be coming next.

“…it is my responsibility to correct you,” Barbatos said, his eyes finally meeting yours as he placed his gloves on the table.

He was still smiling but the look in his eyes made you wiggle slightly in your seat. He circled around to stand behind you, letting the anticipation build up for several long moments while you waited.

And then you felt his fingers against your lips and you opened your mouth obediently. He didn’t need to tell you what to do - you closed your mouth around them and sucked.

His other hand loosened the waistband of your RAD uniform before sliding past it, his fingertips teasing along the heat between your legs. You sighed around the fingers in your mouth as he coated the tips of the other fingers in your slick.

Barbatos tutted gently in your ear. “Aroused so easily by being scolded? I may begin to think you get into trouble on purpose.”

It was a good thing you couldn’t talk, since you were sure he would see right through any lie you tried to tell about how you would never do such a thing.

You had been trying to stay still, keeping your hands beside you. But as Barbatos’s fingers began to stimulate you, you found it more and more difficult. You reached out to grasp both of his wrists desperately, moaning at the feeling of his touch.

It wasn’t long before your hands were pulled away from him, your grip broken as they were tugged behind the back of your chair. You could tell from the cool sensation now around your wrists that they were being held back by his tail.

You knew Barbatos was in demon form behind you, restraining you while he edged you, his fingers in your mouth. It caused a thrill to spike through your body, even though you couldn't see him.

It was an effort not to bite down on him and he knew it, pushing you as far as he could, waiting to see if you would lose control. His fingers moved expertly between your legs, teasing you before increasing the sensation, bringing you so close to your climax and then retreating again, but never fully letting up.

The longer this went on, the more you started to squirm until you were writhing on your chair. You strained against the tail that held your wrists, gasping against the fingers in your mouth.

Barbatos took his fingers out of your mouth abruptly and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging.

“Barbatos, please…!” you cried, body arching back against the chair.

Barbatos’s other hand went still beneath your clothes. “MC. Must I remind you this is a punishment?”

You let your head fall back on top of the chair and suddenly you could see his face. The teasing gleam in his eyes, the black of his horns nestled among the green of his hair, the longer bright teal edges tickling your cheek as he leaned forward just a little.

"Please…" you said again, knowing you were flushed with heat, that your desperation was plain on your face.

Barbatos was smiling still, but it was an amused smile rather than a dangerous one. "Your begging is sweet, my love, but it will do you no favors now. Be good and I will reward you later."

You whined as he pulled away from you. His tail released your wrists as he shifted out of demon form. You watched as he used a napkin to clean himself of you before putting his gloves back on.

Although you found yourself feeling slightly frustrated, you also knew that Barbatos was always true to his word. You could tell just from looking at his face that he fully intended to reward you later. The promise of it was enough to give you the strength to wait just a little longer.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[wonwussy]

Impatience Never Pays

pairing; mingyu x female reader

genre; SMUT SMUT SMUT

notes/warnings; MINORS DO NOT ENTER DO NOT PASS GO DO NOT COLLECT 200 GET THE FUCK OUT thank you; masturbation (f), restraints, whiny pathetic gyu, sub!gyu, domme!reader, pet names (pup/puppy), ma'am is used, does this count as cuckholding?, does it even count as exhibitionism or voyeurism?, i dunno i guess that's it

word count; 1.3k approx.

when inspiration hits outta nowhere, ya gotta take what you can and run with it. i wrote this in less time than it took for the entirety of the evita movie soundtrack to play. Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading it over for me! I like your brain. And you.

He had been impatient. Nearly begging all day for you, for your touch. You told him he had to wait. You were working, and that required your attention. Even warned him that if he didn’t, he’d be punished. Instead of listening, he sent you pictures. Showing you himself in various stages of undress, how hard you had made him at the mere thought of you, his fangs showing as smirked at you from his reflection. He knew what he was doing.

And now, as Mingyu sits up against the headboard, he knows he has to be punished for his actions. He watches you, nearly shaking with anticipation, as you cross over to the head of the bed. While the only thing he wears is his soft blue leather collar, you’re still fully dressed. His tongue swipes across his lips as you take his wrist, and hold it against the corner of the headboard, his eyes trained on your every move.

You don’t say anything as you tie his wrist to the corner, smirking crookedly as he tugs at the black silken rope. You round the bed to the other side, and repeat the action, before moving to stand at the foot of the bed. “Mingyu, what did I ask you to do today?” you ask finally, your fingers moving to the button on your pants.

His eyes are fixed on your hands, causing you to still them as you wait for his answer. He pulls in a slow breath and raises his gaze to your face, his cock twitching slightly against his thigh. “To be patient,” he replies quietly, fighting to keep his eyes from going back to your hands as they work your slacks down your legs.

You sigh as you kick your pants aside, tipping your head to the side. “All you had to do. Instead, you couldn’t wait.” You pause as you pull your shirt over your head and let it drop to the floor from your fingers. “Did you play with yourself too, little pup?” you ask him, almost mockingly as your bottom lip sticks out.

Mingyu’s bottom lip gets caught between his teeth, thinking for a split second to lie to you. Though, he knows you’ll know if he does, so he nods a little. “Yes. I couldn’t help it. I was so hard, and wanting you so badly. I just needed relief. I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” he confesses, and you can hear the slight whine in his voice.

You tsk as you unhook your bra and drop it, this time his eyes going straight to your chest as he admires you. You smile as you notice him doing so, reaching up to cup your breasts. “Poor puppy. Couldn’t keep his hands to himself, or from sending me such lewd pictures. Trying to tease me and work me up.” You pinch your nipples, before you smooth your hands over your stomach and to the waistband of your panties. “It worked, you know. My panties were soaked most of the afternoon,” you tell him as your panties slide down your legs.

He watches as you step out from them and climb onto the end of the bed, kneeling as you face him on the mattress. He tries not to look too pleased at your words, though you can see the pride there. His wrists pull gently at the ties, adjusting himself as his cock grows harder at the sight of you. “Baby, you had me worked up all day,” he replies.

You raise your eyebrows at him as you spread your knees a little, sitting back on your heels. “Baby? Now, little pup, that’s not how we address me, is it?”

His heart jumps, and he shakes his head. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

You nod at him and smile. “That’s my puppy. Good boy,” you praise. You fall silent as you let your hands wander over your body, your eyes fixed on him watching you. Your mouth falls open slightly as your fingers find your clit, letting your fingertips brush it lightly.

Mingyu swallows as his eyes are trained on your hands, a quiet whimper escaping his lips. “Please, ma’am. Let me touch you,” he pleads, his hands squeezing into fists as he resists pulling the ties again.

You shake your head as one hand finds your breasts again, the other teasing your entrance. “No, little pup. Because you had some fun already, it’s my turn. You have to sit and watch me.” You breathe out a soft sigh as one of your fingers enters you. “It’s too bad. I really would have liked your fingers in me more.”

He groans loudly, his cock fully hard against him, and shifts again as he strains his wrists. “Oh god, ma’am. Please. Please let me help. I want to feel you,” he whines.

You don’t reply as you slip another finger inside yourself, your thumb brushing your clit lightly. Another smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as your fingers become soaked, the sound of your wetness filling the room. You can hear more whines pull from Mingyu at your actions, and it spurs you on more.

You shift a little so he can see your pussy better, watch you finger yourself closer to your orgasm. “Oh, Mingyu. I bet your cock would fill me up so much better than my fingers. Do you want to fill me up? Fuck me until you’ve got nothing left?” you ask, your fingers moving faster inside as you stroke yourself.

He nods furiously, wishing he could break the headboard to free himself. He wants to get to you, to fuck you into the mattress, fill you up like you want. “Please, baby. Please untie me so I can fuck you. I promise to be good. Let me fill you up, please. Fuck, baby. Please?” he begs as he watches you, licking his lips in hunger.

You let out a loud moan as he begs, your eyes finally closing as you can feel yourself reach your high. He whines as you pinch your nipple again, sending a shock through your body as your orgasm hits at the same time. Your moans are loud as you keep your fingers moving inside yourself, riding out the waves of your orgasm in front of him.

To him it seems like minutes as he watches you come down, your fingers finally slipping from you, pre-cum leaking from his tip against his thigh. “Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful. That was… fuck,” he mutters through a groan.

You smirk as your eyes open and find him, looking almost pathetic as he aches to touch you. You let out a breath and crawl up the bed so you’re between his legs. You reach up to tuck one finger under his collar and tug him closer to you. “Do you want a taste?” you ask, your voice quiet.

He nods excitedly, his mouth dropping open almost obediently as he waits. He loves the taste of you, so if he can’t touch you, tasting you will be good enough right now.

You smirk as you bring your cum soaked fingers up to his lips, stopping just short before you put them against his tongue. You lean forward and whisper in his ear, your lips brushing against him. “Sorry. Only good puppies get treats.” You lean back and move off the bed, sucking your own fingers as you face him. “Naughty ones have to sit and think about what they did,” you add as you step backwards towards the door. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back when I’m finished.”

He blinks in surprise at your actions, watching in disbelief as you exit to the bathroom. It takes him a few seconds before he snaps out of it, furrowing his brow as he tugs against the ties again. “Wait, come back here!”

[lovesickonmybed]

Flash Cards | 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Bully!Eddie Munson x Nerdy!Female Reader | Word Count: 1146

Summary: Eddie invites you over to study and punishes you when you've given the wrong answer.

Warnings: Swearing, thigh riding, humiliation, dub-con, degradation, dumbification?, wedgies.

A/N: If you're gonna kinkshame keep scrolling lol.

Bully/Perv!Eddie starts being nicer to you and one night invites you over to his place to help him study for a big test he has coming up. But he has no intentions of studying anything besides your body. You let him drive you to his trailer after school and you’re wearing a white t-shirt with a thin bra, a pair of already tight blue jeans, and your favorite shoes. When y’all first get to Eddie’s you do actually study, your books are laid out on the coffee table and he’s actually paying attention…until he gets handsy.

It starts with his hand on your knee, and then he creeps it to your inner thigh. You blush but you continue to help him study, talking him through different definitions and helping him understand the material. After doing amazing when you do flash cards with him he tests you. You’re doing great until you fuck one up. Eddie chuckles when you answer incorrectly and leans forward smirking. “Not as smart as you look, are you, sweetheart?”

“Oh, come on, Eddie. It was just one question.”

“You still got it wrong, why don’t I give you a little motivation to get the next question right?” He smirks as he leans over, your brows furrow in confusion. He grabs the front waistband of your jeans and tugs it up harshly causing you to cry out in pain and confusion. He doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied with the front wedgie he’s given you even though you try to tug his hand away. 

You get up to readjust but he pulls you back down onto the couch, “Did I tell you that you could fix that?” He asks sternly, grabbing your face with one hand to make you look him in the eyes, his other hand holding your wrists together.

“N-No…” You stutter nervously, you keep trying to avoid his eyes but he keeps forcing you to look into them.

“Then be a good girl and leave it, yeah?” 

“O-Ok.” You don’t have to do what he says, you just have to say the word and he’ll stop, but you don’t want to, you want to see where this is going.

“Good, let’s keep going then.”

You continue to do flash cards with Eddie and continue to get them right; you decide to see if he’ll do that again when you get one wrong. So you answer a simple question incorrectly. “That was the easiest one, how did you manage to fuck that up, nerd? C’mere,” He says, pulling you closer by your belt loops. He slips his hand into the front of your jeans and curls his fingers around the lacy waistband of your white panties.

“Lace? Oh, darling you’re gonna regret this,” Eddie says before slowly pulling them up by the waistband. You feel the rough fabric slowly situate itself between your lips, squirming and whimpering as he pulls. He doesn’t want to tear this pair off, he wants you to feel it. The lace fabric brushes against your clit, causing you to buck your hips and gasp softly, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to savor the feeling. 

“I should’ve known you’d like this…pathetic little nerd…I bet every time I’ve ripped your panties or pulled them up to look at them you’ve gone home and touched yourself thinking about it. Dirty girl likes it when I’m mean, when I’m rough, doesn’t she?” Eddie teases. 

You whimper in response, biting your lip. Eddie tugs on your panties harshly, making you jolt forward, resting your head against his shoulder as you whimper and whine. “Be a good girl and tell me how much you like it, baby.”

“F-Feels so good…hurts but in a good way…” You mumble into his shoulder. You’ve felt nothing like this before, you feel humiliated for being so turned on by something like this but the pleasure you feel is making it so worth it.

“Did you get all dumb from getting your panties pulled? God, you’re fucking pathetic. If this gets you soaked and stupid, I wonder what my fingers…or fuck what my cock would do to you…” He teases, continuing to tug on your panties. 

“I-It feels good…I can’t help it,” you mutter, your face heating up with embarrassment. 

“Stand up and take your pants off for me, baby,” Eddie commands. You do as he says, standing up and taking a minute to tug off your pants. Eddie smiles when he finally sees his work, your white lace panties pulled tight between your lips. He smirks to himself when he sees a little wet spot on your panties. He pulls you down onto his thigh, situating your legs on either side. He leans in and gives you a soft kiss, it’s the first time he’s kissed you and it’s not what you expected. He pulls away, knocking his nose with yours playfully.

“Can you make yourself cum on my thigh, little nerd?”

You nod quickly and he laughs, leaning down for another kiss, “Such a good girl.”

You grind against his thigh as his fingers curl around your waistband again, clasping it so it’s pressed against your clit. The feeling of the rough fabric pressed against your clit combined with the friction of you grinding your core against his jean clad thigh is enough to make your body feel weak. You groan and whimper into his neck, biting down when he pulls a little too harshly, mumbling curses against his soft flesh. Eddie can’t get enough of it, if he could he’d watch you come undone like this every hour of every day, he loves how something so humiliating is what gets you going dumb against him.

He whispers to you as you get yourself off against him, “So pathetic aren’t you? The smartest girl in school but you can barely form a sentence right now, all you needed was a bit of attention, huh?” You nod and whimper against him. When you feel yourself getting close you can’t even speak, your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut as you rut against his thigh. He smirks as he watches, he’s wanted this for years and he can’t believe he finally gets to see it. 

“Fuck…” He mutters as he watches you cum, soaking his thigh and mumbling his name against his neck, whimpers and whines falling from your lips. You rest your weight against him, catching your breath. Your face is hot and your hair is a mess, your makeup is too, mascara tears running down your face. Eddie plays with your hair as you catch your breath, whispering praises into your ear, making you smile. 

When you finally can stand you remove your underwear and hand it to Eddie, “You made me ruin these, you can keep ‘em.”

He chuckles and kisses you, “Thank you baby, I’ll add them to my collection.”

[cmncisspnandmore]

Coming home to you: Part 3

A/N:This is a short one, im sorry it's taken so long to get out, but ive been struggling a lot. I'm trying to get back into writing, so just hang in there.

Pairing: John Price X Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.2k

New to the series? Catch up here: Part 1. Part 2

Your mouth clashes with John’s as he pushes you up against the wall, your legs wrapping around his hips as he presses into you. “Fuck…” he groans against your mouth. His chest heaving, as he nips at your bottom lip.

“John….” You moan softly, your hand tangling in his hair as his hands knead at the flesh of your ass. 

“Missed you,” he hums, as he trails a line of kisses down your jaw to your neck. His lips are warm against your overly sensitive skin. You missed him too, missed the way his rough hands felt along your skin. The way he smelt of cigars, and his favorite cologne, woodsy and spicy.

John groans, his hands holding you up as he walks you through the house, his boots thumping on the old hardwood floors. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you up the stairs towards your bedroom. A small shriek leaving your lips as he tosses you onto your bed. His blue eyes meeting yours, a primal hunger in them. 

“What are you waiting for?” You tease, your fingers finger the hem of your shirt as he kneels on the bed. His fingers twitch at his sides as you slowly slide the fabric up, and pull it off. Revealing your lacy bra, your chest heaving as his fingers find his belt. The soft tinkling of metal as he undoes it. 

“You vixen,” John growls, his large calloused hands grabbing yours as he leans over you. Pinning you against the soft mattress. Heat flushes on your cheeks and it takes a moment for you to realize he’s using his belt to secure you to the metal bed frame . The leather biting against your wrists as you tug on them slightly. John’s hand trails down your arms that are stretched over your head, goosebumps erupting over your skin. The warmth of his hands on your body sending shivers of pleasure through you. 

“John…” you moan, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as he leans down, his facial hair tickling the side of your neck as he kisses it softly. His teeth were nipping softly at the exposed skin there. Every coherent thought leaves your mind as he trails his tongue down your neck and glides it over your exposed collar bone. 

“You make the prettiest sounds,” his voice is gruff with lust as his hands grip the soft flesh of your hips. 

“Please…” you whine, lifting your hips off the bed as best you can despite his hands keeping you mostly in place. 

“Use your words pretty girl, what do you need?” John murmurs against your skin, as he trails down your bare stomach to the waistband of your jeans.

“I want you… I need you… It’s been too long..” You whimper as he moves his hands to the button of your jeans and pops it open. 

“You’re a needy little thing aren't you?” He smiles at you, pulling your jeans and panties down your legs in one swift movement. His fingers tickle the soft flesh of your thighs as he gently nudges them open. 

“You were gone.. For a while… It's only understandable that I missed you..” You breathe, pulling against the belt securing your wrists. 

A small smile crosses John's lips as he leans down pressing his lips to yours. The kiss quickly becomes all tongue and clashing teeth as John’s mouth consumes yours. It seems like only moments pass before he reaches up, unclasping the belt around your wrists and lets your arms free. 

Your hands drive into his hair, tugging on the soft strands. His own hands gliding down your body to the apex of your thighs. He slips a finger between your folds, a desperate moan slipping through your lips as he traces slow circles on your clit. Heat floods your body as he continues the agonizingly slow circles. With a sharp tug you pull back from his mouth, a thin trail of saliva trailing from your lips to his. 

“Fuck baby, please don't make me wait anymore. I need you. I need you so bad,” you whine as you grind yourself against his hand. 

John looks down at you, sitting back on his heels as he slowly strokes his cock with his hand. His fingers wrapped around his thick length, a bead of precum leaking from the red tip. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth as you watch, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you take in the sight of him. All hard muscle and a smattering of scars from years of service work. He was breathtakingly handsome, and it made your heart swell knowing that this man who seemed to be handcrafted by Greek gods was yours.

You push yourself into a sitting position and reach forward grabbing him by the shoulder as you pull him back down. His arms caging you against the bed as you lay back on the plush pillows. Your lips meet again in a messy kiss, as you spread your thighs to accommodate him. Your legs wrap around his lower back as his cock nudges your entrance, as your tongues battle for dominance. John quickly overpowers you, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip pulling a sharp gasp from you as he slides into you. Your gasp is cut off by a loud moan as he fills you, the stretch of his cock causing a shudder to wrack through you.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good, so tight for me,” John grunts as he slowly rocks his hips into you.

With each thrust the burning desire in your stomach tightens, your hands clawing at his back. “Faster please,” you whimper against his neck as he leans down. His hot breath fanning over your overheated skin. 

John gives a grunt of acknowledgement as he picks up his pace, his hips slamming into yours as he places a hand around the base of your throat. Much like he did when he kissed you this morning. But this time he squeezes firmly, not enough to fully cut off your air but enough to restrict it some. Pleasure buzzes in your brain, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock,” He breathes, his hips faltering as you tighten around him. His grip around your neck loosens as you suck in a breath, oxygen flooding your lungs. 

“Fuck im close,” you moan, and once again he picks up his pace. The lewd sound of skin on skin fills the room, and the coil inside you snaps. Your walls flutter around Price, coaxing his own release. After a few more thrusts John rolls off of you, slipping out of you. His breathing is heavy as he wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you against his chest. His face pressing into the base of your skull.

“I missed you,” he murmurs into your hair, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

“I missed you too,” you turn over in his arms, coming face to face with your husband. 

John's blue eyes meet yours, and a small smile plays on his lips as he studies you.

“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him, your eyes trailing over his face. His arms tighten around your waist pulling you against him more. 

“Just wondering how I got so lucky..” he breathes.

“You? The lucky one? You’ve got it all wrong. I’m the lucky one.”

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, mention of John being abused

John stared at me as I let him in my apartment. His eyes roamed my body as I walked past him, wearing shorts and a crop top. He smirked as he sat down on my couch, arms crossed and jean jacket thrown across the back.

"So how long you going to hide out here this time?" I called from the kitchen. I heard John's boots hit the ground as he got comfortable.

"How long will you have me?" He called back. I grabbed something to drink and some food before heading back out into the living room. John looked over at me, his eyes roaming me again as I set the food down in front of him. "Thanks." he mumbled as he grabbed the plate. "He padlocked the fridge again." I stared at him before taking a deep breath. "Yeah I know." John reached over and squeezed my hand.

"So you know the drill." I said, shifting in my seat. John's eyes flew to where the hem of my shorts rode up. "John." I said. He looked up at me, smirking and shifting as he pushed the plate away.

"Yeah?" He asked, licking his lips and staring me down. I rolled my eyes and got up to walk away. John grabbed my arm and pulled me into his lap. "Where you going?" He laughed, running his hands under the hem of my shorts. One hand moved to rest at my waist, his thumb ducking under the waistband of my shorts and rubbing circles close to my stomach.

"John." I whined, squirming to get away from him. He held me fast and tugged me closer. I could feel him getting aroused. "John." He pulled me closer and kissed me forcefully.

"Think you can walk around here dressed like that and I would sit by with my hands to myself." He whispered, breath fanning over my lips. "I should have known when I walked in I would end up in your bed tonight." I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You were going to end up in my bed one way or another John." I teased. He chuckled as he looked up at me. "It was just a matter of time. And what we would be doing." I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. John growled as he moved. I yelped in surprise as he shifted us so I was on my back and he was hovering over me, pinning my hands to the couch and wrapping my legs around his waist.

"But here's the thing sweets." He whispered in my ear. I groaned as his hair tickled my cheek. "We're not going to make it to your bed. See I just gotta have you right here. Right now." My head fell back as John started to kiss my neck. I ground my hips against his as he moved one hand to push my crop top off. Breaking contact with me for a second, John smiled devilishly at me before tossing it across the room. "Much better." He mumbled before kissing along my chest. I fidgeted as John kept a hold on my wrists.

"John." I moaned as he gently bit my neck. He hummed before letting go of my hands to take off my pants. He tossed them over the back of the couch. I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, hair flopping into his face as I did. John chuckled before shaking his head to get the hair out of his face. "Take me John." I mumbled as he reached for his belt. I ran my fingers through his hair before pulling him into another kiss. He pulled back with a gasp as he lined himself up.

"Alright?" he asked, licking his lips and watching me carefully. I nodded. "Words sweets."

"John. Please." I whined, moaning as he thrust into me slowly. "Cut the torture crap John. Just fuck me!" John kissed me, pulling away as he bit my bottom lip.

"That what you want?" He asked, eyes flashing playfully. I moaned as he ground his hips against mine. "Hmmm? Want me to fuck you? Hard and fast?" John pulled out before snapping his hips against mine, drawing another moan from me. "Scared your buddy is gonna walk in on us doing it on the couch like last time?" John licked a line up my neck and pressed an open mouth kiss to my jaw. He started to suck and nip at the skin until I knew there would be a mark tomorrow.

"For fuck's sake Bender. Fuck me!" I yelled as I tried to grind against him and follow his thrusts. John snickered and snapped his hips against mine. I moaned, tugging on his hair. John growled and thrust into me as fast as he could move his hips. My head fell back, mouth open in a silence scream. John pressed kisses along my throat, licking the expanse where he would nip along the skin.

“just like that baby.” He panted. “Just like that. Taking me so well. Just a bit more. Bit more.” I tried to find purchase on John’s back, digging my nails into the muscles. He groaned, hips canting against mine as he laid down on me. “Cock drunk are we?” He teased when I barely reacted. He reached up and cupped my chin, making my head nod as small broken moans escaped me. “Awe poor baby.” John chuckled breathlessly. “Gonna give it me? Gonna cum?” John groaned as I came. He kissed me as his hips stuttered. “Little more and I’ll be right there. Little more. Fuck.” John’s voice cracked as he spilled in me. He rested his head against my shoulder, breath fanning across my collarbone.

“fucking Christ John.” I breathed out. “Please tell me you didn’t ruin my couch.” John laughed and lifted his head. He shrugged and kissed me again.

“piece of shit couch anyway.” He smiled at me. I glanced up and shook my head.

“I’m just gonna throw something over that. Can’t keep sewing that one spot.” I said, eyes shining. “You ok?”

“yeah.” John said, slowly pulling out and grabbing his boxers from the floor. “I feel better oddly.” I smiled and sat up. I kissed his cheek and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. John leaned into me with a smile.

“good.” I said, leaning my head against his. “Then my plan worked.” John laughed.

“your plan?” He asked, kissing my cheek.

“yeah. Why else do you think I had a crop top and shorts on John?” I teased. John shook his head and cupped my cheeks. He kissed me deeply before resting his head against mine with a smile.

“what would I do without you?” He asked.

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Taste | LMH

Pairing: Minho x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: smut, porn without plot, non-Idol!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), spit used as lube (who am I?), deep-throating, choking/gagging on dick, wet & messy, face-fucking, cum swallowing, dom/sub undertones (dom!minho and sub!reader), use of the word "pet," I left the relationship vague so feel free to imagine what you will Word Count: 860 Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SKZ - they just inspire me

Summary: Minho's waiting for you… have a little taste.

A/N: So… I wasn't planning on writing anything this week. Then I saw the photos from SKZ's Harper's Bazaar Japan photoshoot. I could not stop staring at Minho with his legs spread wide… and then this happened. I kept it short for once!

Big thank you to @minttangerines for taking a look at this one. Please let me know what you think and if you'd like me to keep writing for SKZ! 💕

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Minho sits with his legs spread, head tilted as he gazes at you with eyes blacker than the night sky. 

“Come get it.” 

The words seem like a tease, but his tone is firm. Commanding. It should be embarrassing how quickly your mouth waters as you step forward, crossing the room in only a few short strides. Should be. 

You kneel between his long legs, hands folded neatly in front of you. “Touch,” he says, and you slip them up his calves, over his knees. The black leather under your palms creaks slightly as you rub his thighs. His eyes fall shut for a moment while you massage away the stressful day he’s had, working his body to the limit once again. 

The zipper yields easily to your deft fingers. There’s nothing underneath but him. You tug on the waistband of the pants and he lifts his hips just enough for you to slide them off. His cock springs free from the confines of the leather, head flushed dark from the bloodrush. He’s already hard for you. It’s a heady feeling, knowing that you have this effect on him. Just the thought of your lips wrapped around him is enough. 

The warm almond and honey scent of his body wash floods your senses as you wait. Despite the evening breeze fluttering the curtains behind you, the air in the room feels hot and thick with anticipation. A beat of sweat trickles down his bare chest, rolls all the way to his Adonis belt before stopping. Your tongue is already licking your lips, ready for a taste, when he smirks, crossing his arms behind his head. 

“Go ahead, pet. Help yourself.” 

Gently, you hold him in your hand. His skin feels like silk, and you stroke lightly, smoothly rolling your wrist. When your thumb glides over his slit, Minho hums, deep in his chest. You repeat the action a few times, earning yourself more content rumbles. 

Those rumbles become a low groan as your tongue flicks out to coat the tip. Around and around you drag it, covering his head in your saliva, wetting it as best you can. It’s not enough, so you draw yourself up on your knees, lean over his lap, and spit. 

“Fuck,” Minho mutters. He’s still reclining, body looking completely relaxed, but his eyes are sharp, focused, observing your every movement. 

Satisfied with how slick his cock is now, you lower your head, taking him in your mouth. A heavenly sigh fills your ears, spurring you to go further, swallow him down more. He’s tickling the back of your throat when you stop, reversing your movement, pulling back to lavish more licks across his swollen head. In no time at all you’ve got a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down.

It’s a lax tempo you’ve set. You’re in no hurry, wanting to take your time with Minho. Drag out the pleasure for as long as you possibly can. You know he doesn’t mind by the way he keeps his hands behind his head, letting you set the pace. He moans again, and you glance up at him, finding him watching you with an intensity that has you desperate to be touched yourself. But you can be patient. This is about him. 

“So good, pet,” he whispers. No matter how many times he calls you that, it always feels like the first time, a torrent of desire rushing through you. 

Inhaling through your nose, you hollow your cheeks, making your mouth so snug around him that Minho growls. You ache terribly, needing him inside you, but you’re not done yet. His abs start to tremble as his breaths quicken. “More,” he demands. “Again.” 

Your mouth is full of saliva now, running over your lips and down his hard length as you suck again and again. Wanting to be good for him. Wanting to please him. Your hands roam, cupping his balls, tugging lightly, just enough to have him gasping. When his hips begin to buck, you know it won’t be long. 

His fingers come to rest on the back of your head. Immediately, you go still, ceding control. A strong press guides you down, as his thighs lift from the chair beneath him to meet you. 

“Gonna fuck your mouth. Be a good pet and hold still.” 

Nothing in the world could move you now. Minho starts easy, rolling his pelvis, cock gliding along your tongue, thick and salty as you swallow around him. Then he thrusts faster. The room fills with loud wet gagging noises that mingle with grunts and the filthy praise he utters as he comes undone.

“Just like that. Fuck, such a sweet mouth. Oh shit, yes, so tight, just like that!” 

As you choke down more saliva, Minho hisses, feeling your throat constrict, and it’s enough to push him over the edge. He spills then, hot and pulsing quick, and you keep swallowing until there’s nothing left in your mouth but him. 

With deep, steadying breaths, you recline on your heels, hands on your thighs. Minho’s chest rises and falls as he regains control. Finally, he sighs, reaching for you. 

“Your turn.” 

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