#house is spicy naughty bottom

[bougiebutchbitch]

They are both so obvious.

Made House a brat and Chase a princess.

thou speaketh the truth

[mountainsandmayhem]

Shhh...Just A Little Bit More

Part Three (Spicy Version)

DBF!Joel x Female!Reader - 18+

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (Soft Version)

Summary: Joel Miller caught you working where you shouldn't be after you promised to quit. Now he's taking matters into his own hands. Word Count 5.7k

CW: DBF!, Dom!, SoftDom!, use of nicknames (baby, sweet pea, baby girl etc.), Sub/Dom, DD/LG, use of toys and a riding crop. no use of y/n. no description of reader except for piercings. Praise, degradation. After care.

AN: THANK YOU for all your love on parts 1 and 2. This is the spicy version of the third part. I'd love to hear which part you liked best!

“Hey, buddy. It’s Joel.”

“Joel?” You can hear your dad’s muffled and panicked voice through the receiver. “Where’s my daughter? Why do you have her phone? It’s 5 am!” 

“Remember that time Sarah ran away to your house and you told me that one day I might be doing the same for you?” 

Your dad is silent for a while, a distorted higher pitched voice filters through before you hear your dad again, “It’s alright honey. She’s with Joel.” He lets out a deep sigh before adding, “I thought we skipped the rebellious phase with her.”

“She’s a good girl. I think she just needs some time to cool off.” Joel says, his voice is friendly and light.

You squeeze your thighs together and nuzzle deeper into Joel’s throat. You know what you need, and it isn’t to cool off. He and your dad have been friends since the day he moved in down the street. You were seven and Sarah was eleven, you thought she was the coolest person on the planet. Wonder what she’d think of you now, cuddled up against her dad after he just edged the fuck out of you after spanking you in an alleyway. You’re lost in your thoughts as Joel talks with your parents for a while.

A sane person would stop being so turned on right now. Fuck, I need Joel. So badly. Maybe I should rile him up some more. 

“I’ll come by this afternoon,” Joel hugs you tighter, bringing you back to the conversation. “Ya, if she wants to, I’ll bring her. She’s ok, just never seen her more - frustrated.” 

You squeeze his side, knowing he’s smirking about how frustrated and needy you truly are right now. He hangs up the phone and brings his lips to yours, kissing you harder this time. You moan into his mouth, hands roaming up his body to tangle in his hair. 

Holy shit, Joel Miller is kissing me. 

As you run your nails along his scalp he lets out a pleasurable sounding gasp and a small shiver racks his body. Oh, he likes that, he likes that very much. 

Got ya, you think to yourself. 

He pulls away to see you smiling at him. “This is why I usually tie naughty girls down,” his voice is completely different from how it was just moments ago; deeper and more commanding. It reverberates through you - right to your pussy. “Because they think they’ve found spots that will get them what they want. Let’s go home now, darlin’.” 

The front door hasn’t even closed before Joel is hoisting you over his shoulder roughly, kicking the door closed as you squeal, his calloused hands gripping the back of your thighs as your stomach rests across his broad shoulder. 

Fuck his ass looks good from this angle. 

“You know I’m not done punishing you yet, right?” He growls, toeing off his boots and taking you to the basement. 

When Sarah was old enough, she’d occasionally babysit you. You remember there being a locked room in the basement, she said she didn’t know what was in there, but you were obsessed with finding out. You asked Joel mercilessly what he was hiding back there and he never responded in more than a grunt or a sarcastic comment like “that’s where I lock up kids who don’t shut up.” 

Joel grabs a key off the holder at the bottom of the stairs and heads straight for that mysterious locked door. The key scrapes against the door knob, you crane your neck to see as he flicks on the light. 

Holy. Fucking. Shitballs. Joel Miller has a sex room. 

“Watch your mouth,” he grumbles as he drops you onto the large metal framed bed. 

Did I say that out loud? 

He stalks away from you towards a large black cabinet, rolling the sleeves of his button up flannel to his elbows. It’s almost concerning how much that simple action turns you on. Maybe you should go back to church, your mom would be so proud. 

You’re intrigued to look around, curious as to what else is around you in this large room, but everything about Joel’s presence draws you in. Freezes you in time. You belong to him, or so he implied when he said he was your Dom now. 

He slides the door of the large black cabinet open just enough to reach in. Your curiosity is bubbling to the surface and just as you’re about to ask he looks at you darkly. 

“Did you come on the drive home?”

Every bump on the drive home had you twitching. You tried your hardest not to gasp and moan but the combination of the gravel road, your insane state of heightened arousal, and the lack of underwear in your stiff denim shorts were all working against you. 

“No, Joel.” Your eyes dance around his hands, trying to see what he took out of the cabinet. 

His jaw flexes, “It’s Mr Miller. Not Joel.” His chin juts towards the corner of the room across from him as he says, “go kneel in that corner. Face the wall and don’t move.” 

You practically leap off the bed and scramble to the corner as Joel mumbles, “So fuckin’ eager,” under his breath. 

On your way to the corner you see all sorts of ropes, chains, paddles and whips hanging from the walls. There's a large wooden x with cuffs leaning against another wall and beside the corner he’s told you to go to there’s a strange looking bench, almost like a gymnastics horse, that also has cuffs. You might be way in over your head here. 

You kneel down in the corner, the carpet is soft and luxurious under your knees as you rest your bum down onto your heels. 

“No, on your knees. Hands above your head on the wall.” Joel barks, making you jump and your pussy flutter. Joel opens and closes some more doors, you hear things being moved around and just as your hands start to go numb above you, you feel his heat at your back. 

“I’m going to finish your punishment now little one,” he rasps. “Have you ever been a sub before?” 

“N-no. Mr Miller. I’m sorry,” you voice trembles. Nervous and excited energy are battling inside you for first place. 

“Don’t be sorry, babygirl. What do you say if you want me to stop?” His strong hands grip your hair, gathering it up in a low ponytail before tying a long ribbon around it. 

“Umm..” you rack your brain. Before his sadistic little countdown he told you to say something if you wanted to stop.

“Cowboy,” you finally say, slightly uncertain until he hums a sultry ‘that’s right’ behind you, his hands grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and over your head. 

The cool basement air hits your exposed skin and you find yourself arching your back towards Joel’s warm body. Your nipples turn to stiff peaks at the combination of the temperature shift and the anticipation of what’s coming next. 

Your hands fall back to your sides as your shirt glides past your fingertips. Without missing a beat, Joel hits right below your shoulder blade gently with a riding crop. The sound of the soft black leather end against your skin is louder than the pain, but it still burns slightly as you gasp and your arms fly back up to the wall.

“Don’t be stupid, baby. The more you don’t listen, the more I will hurt you. And you are already here because you didn’t listen.” He trails the riding crop around the pink mark forming on your back. “Stand up, but keep your hands above you.” 

You plant one white slip-on van on the carpet and drag the toe of the other as you stand, hands sliding up the red satin wallpaper that lines the room. The soft leather of the crop traces down the black strap of your lace bra, across the back band and then up the other strap. 

“Use one hand and undo the clasp, sweet pea.” You drop your right hand and bring it behind your back. Popping the metal clasp open with a shaky thumb and forefinger. Before you can put your hand back, Joel grabs your wrist and places the crop in your fist before raising it back up above you. His rough fingers graze your back, goosebumps line your skin as your head falls forward and you hum out in pleasure. 

His hands glide around to the front of your body and trail up, pushing under the cups of your bra to squeeze your tits. He stops dead as they land heavy in his palms. 

“Holy fuck, drop the crop and take this bra off right now. Let me see them,” his voice is thick with arousal at what he’s found. 

You do as he says, the crop hitting the soft carpet with a thud. You spin and let your bra fall from your arms. Showing him the golden barbells, and the thin golden hearts that surround each nipple. 

Joel practically snarls as he dives in to kiss you, his tongue parting your lips and making room for him to devour you. “Are those healed?” He asks through the kiss. 

“They’re sort of new,” you say into his mouth. “Six weeks ago.” 

“Fuuuuck, you’re gonna kill me,” his hands hurry to the buttons on your shorts. He rips them down your legs, kneeling in front of you to slide off your shoes. His face is now level with your achy cunt. It’s been throbbing since he spanked you and now he’s so very close. 

He stops to stare at it, then gently uses his thumbs to pull your soaked lips again. He clicks his tongue, “too bad you didn’t listen. She looks swollen and sooo wet,” his thumb barely grazes the wet flesh before he looks up at you as he sucks off the juices. “Mmm - and sweet. But bad girls don’t get rewards.” He lays a quick slap across your clit and you nearly collapse at the sensation. 

The pain. 

The heat. 

The pleasure. 

He smirks down at you as he stands. You crane your neck to look at him, gasping for breath as the pleasure ebbs between your legs. 

“You like pain, don’t you?” He asks. 

A sly closed lip smile crosses your face as you nod quietly. You do like pain, but you’ve never had someone as experienced as Joel before. He spanked you harder than you ever have been before, pushing and testing your limits. While you enjoyed it, and can’t fucking wait to do it again, you aren’t sure if you can handle all these whips, crops, canes and ropes. 

Cowboy. Just say cowboy. 

He steps away, leaving you completely bare in the corner. He stops at the foot of the bed, the things he’s pulled out of the cabinet rest flat on top of the sheets but you can’t make out what’s there. He slides his flannel off and drops it to the floor. You swallow hard at the way his tight shirt hugs his body, you swear you can see every muscle that lines his chest and abdomen through it. He doesn’t leave you guessing for long, one hand reaching behind himself, grabbing his shirt by the nape of the neck before peeling it from his hard body. You squeeze your thighs at the sight of him. 

Joel Miller: Greek God. 

He leans against the tall post at the foot of the bed, crossing his thick arms over his chest. His biceps bulge and suddenly you find it hard to breathe. He is fucking beautiful. 

“Crawl to me, and bring the crop,” his voice is rough as he commands you. 

You get onto your hands and knees and look over at the crop and then back towards Joel, looking up through your lashes. “Think about it for a second,” he says. 

You bend down and pick the crop up with your teeth. “There’s my smart girl,” he praises as you crawl. You’re so wet that your thighs slide effortlessly against one another. You stop in front of him and he reaches down to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. He’s looking at you with an immense sense of pride, you’d do anything to have him look at you like that and when he throws in a warm ‘good girl’ you’re done for. His. His brat. His good girl. His submissive. Just his. 

He takes the crop from your teeth and then walks behind you. “Arch your back,” he presses the leather end into your lower back, guiding you, teasing you, showing you what he wants and how he wants it. 

“Spread your legs, babygirl,” he whispers, again gently pressing the crop to your inner thighs as you spread for him before he slowly drags the soft leather from your clit to your backside. You whimper at the much needed attention. “Good girl. See how much better it is when you listen.” 

You relax your head, letting it fall as you moan. Close. So very close. The leather meets your chin next. “Eyes up, I need you to stay like this for me. Ok?” 

“Yes Mr Miller,” you gasp, holding your head high, looking straight ahead at the metal bed frame that’s lined with hooks and rings. “Anything for you.” 

The riding crop trails down your neck and spine as he walks back behind you. “That right, darlin’?” He says, almost afraid to admit how much those three little words have affected him. You. Offering him anything. 

You let out an agreeable moan before he strikes you twice, each snap of the crop hitting the exactly same spot. 

Joel Miller: Greek God and Accurate Riding Crop Sniper.  

Ok, you’ll have to work on the name. 

The sting takes a bit longer to turn into that pleasurable tingly heat that you love than when he spanked you. Keeping your back arched and head up is already proving to be a challenge, and then he traces your cunt and asshole again with the leather and you’re practically shaking. Closer. Much closer. 

He does it again. Striking one cheek, then the other, quickly followed by a quick slap to the back of your thigh. You cry out in pain, until the leather slides over your soaked clit and the sounds turn downright pornographic. 

“Why am I punishing you?” He demands, tapping your clit lightly and rapidly. 

“I - mmmm - I didn’t q-quit,” you moan. 

“Wrong,” he hits you again. Five quick, sharp snaps, alternating between ass cheeks. Then he slides up and down your folds again. 

Pain

Pleasure.

Sparkling burning heat. 

“M’gonna come,” you mumble and Joel pulls away. You cry out in protest as he lowers himself to the floor, a large warm hand gently rubbing your sore cheek. 

“You come when I say,” his lips land on every spot he’s hit you, but not the spot you need him the most. “Now why am I punishing you?” 

Your mind is mush, overrun by the overwhelming need to orgasm. You didn’t quit. He wants you to and you didn’t. That’s why he’s hitting you. 

“I don’t know Mr Miller,” you whine. His hand trails up the soft skin of your inner thigh, your legs tremble under his touch and you fight against your shaking arms to keep your body how he wants it. 

“No?” He says with a smirk. “On your elbows, forehead on the floor.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say as you get into his new required position. 

“You should be,” he stands and walks towards the bed. Leaving your ass up and on display. “You lied and snuck out, then after your spanking tonight you stayed at work for another two hours. You also used my marks to make money. You, my sweet girl, are a brat.” He’s practically growling by the time he finishes, settling himself behind you. “That’s why I’m punishing you.” 

Deep down Joel knows he should stop. Not for the obvious reasons: best friend's daughter, twenty years younger, four years younger than his own daughter. But because he hasn’t had a real conversation with you yet about your hard and soft limits. Didn’t even ask if you wanted to be his sub. But your smooth little ass is up in the air, pussy glistening in the dim light of his sex room and nothing but your pleasure matters anymore. 

You swallow hard, “I’m sorry for being a brat, Mr Miller.” 

“I don’t think you are,” he says and you hear the distinct sound of a cap of lube opening behind you. “I think that you have enjoyed yourself so much that you’re going to be back on that corner waiting for an Uber to take you to work tonight. You want me to come after you. Because you are a little slut with a very greedy pussy.” 

Something cool presses against your soaked entrance and you cry out as he continues, “so I’ll tell you what. You can go to work tonight, but you’ll have to do it my way,” slowly that cool something slides inside of you, filling you slightly but it’s not enough. “Fuck, practically sucked it in, babygirl.” 

You can feel it, a hard ball that’s pushing right against your g spot, a slender piece staying outside your body for easy removal. “That is going to stay in until I take it out. It vibrates, and if you don’t behave…I will turn it on.” 

His large, rough hands grip you by the hips and pull you back so your ass is flush against his body, his cock stiff as nails under his jeans. “It’s time to get some sleep, sweetheart. Get in the bed, please.” 

“But…” you pout into the plush carpet. “Please, Mr Miller.” 

“What did I say? Bad girls don’t get rewarded. Come on,” he taps your hip. “Bed.” 

You stand up on shaky legs, thankful that the best is only two steps ahead of you. But the toy inside of you has you feeling like a powder keg on the edge of exploding. Joel pulls the covers back and climbs in with you, pulling you in to rest your head on his chest. His arm drapes around your body, the other resting behind his head. 

“How are you feeling after tonight?” He whispers, using an app on his phone to turn the lights off. 

“Horny,” you whisper, burying yourself deeper into his neck. 

“I know. But you know I can’t make you come, right? I can’t reward you for this behaviour.” His lips fall to your hairline, two light lingering kisses melting you further into him. 

“What can I do, Mr Miller?” The moment the last syllable of his name leaves your lips the vibrator comes to life inside of you. “Oh god - thank you. Thank you.” Your body twitches against his, your leg coming to drape across him as you subconsciously hump and grind into his hip. 

“That feel good, baby?” He asks, holding you tighter against his strong body. 

“Yes. Yes. Hnnnng, yes.” You grind harder, your arousal coating his hip and leg, your clit sliding along him with ease now. “Joel, please.” 

Shit. He should punish you for calling him Joel but you’re so goddamn beautiful as you start to fall apart and he can’t hold back any longer. He’s let other subs go days without an orgasm, he’s gotten off to them begging and crying for relief. But you. You sound so damn sweet to his ears and he can’t stand to see you like this anymore. 

He has you flipped onto your back, trapped under his weight before you can even register what’s happening. He’s kissing you deeply, tongue taking what it wants as your legs kick and shake under him. 

“Please!” You cry between kisses. 

His thick fingers sliding between your puffy folds before grabbing the end of the vibrator, you scream out as he pulls the toy from you. 

“Shhh…just a little bit more. I’m going to make it better now,” he says gently, kissing down your neck, swirling his tongue around each nipple piercing. 

“Please. Please. Pleeeaase, Mr Miller. Please. It hurts. I need it, please.” You’re a mumbling mess and the words leaving your lips are practically incomprehensible. 

“I know. Relax baby. Breathe.” He says between kisses down your sternum, his tongue tracing your curves. When he finally settles in between your thighs he swallows hard, he wants to dive right in, make you drench his face as you come. “Look at me, darlin’.” 

His warm breath hits your pussy and you fight your hips from bucking up to his face as prop yourself up on an elbow and try to focus your eyesight on him. You didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on that you practically had tequila vision. 

His voice is serious yet calm as he says, “I’m going to make you come using my fingers and my tongue. Is that ok?” 

You nod your head and a faint ‘yes’, leaves your lips. He doesn’t want to ask permission, and next time he won’t. But right now he needs to know you’re ok with this. 

“Can I lick and touch both the outside and inside of this beautiful, weeping, pussy?” 

It starts to hit you that Joel Miller would never do something you didn’t want and that sets your soul on fire. He cares. About you. Only you. Wants to do things for you. You are not a burden here. 

“Yes, Mr Miller. Please. Touch me.” The room suddenly feels twenty degrees hotter, you can feel sweat beading on your skin. 

“That’s my girl,” he says, sliding his ring and middle finger around your desperate entrance. You cry out, dropping your body to the bed. 

Pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. 

“No no baby girl, eyes on me.” 

You somehow muster the strength to raise yourself onto shaky arms. His two strong fingers slide deep into your heat with minimal resistance and you immediately start gasping. 

Pleasure. Life altering, heart stopping pleasure. 

“Fuuuuck. Baby. So tight. Have you ever squirted before?” His cheeks are flushed with need. He might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

Your breasts rise and fall with your ragged breaths. You shake your head and moan out a ‘no’. 

He smiles down at your dripping cunt, “I can feel it. Gotta relax for me. Just breathe and let it happen.” 

Nerves flutter in your stomach and then he curls his fingers forward, putting so much pressure on a soft spongy spot that you didn’t know existed until today. On instinct, your knees try to close but his wide frame keeps you open. You yell his name to the ceiling, as all the air whooshes from your lungs. 

“Breathe baby,” he says as he curls his fingers once, twice, three more times. You can hear how wet you are and the pressure becomes unbearable. Stars start to blur your vision, the walls of your pussy squeeze tightly around his fingers and then it’s just a blur. A blur of all consuming pleasure and you turn into a boneless, mumbling mess. 

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Come for me. Soak me. Good girl,” Joel’s free hand pressed down on your mound as a wet heat leaks all over you. “Good fuckin’ girl. Let go for me.” 

You’re not sure if you’re screaming or not, all you hear and feel is Joel. Everything is Joel. Strong hands, deep gravel voice, warm vanilla smell. He’s everywhere and you never want it to stop. 

“Keep going. That’s it. You look so beautiful,” he says, licking a long stripe up your fluttering pussy, drinking and slurping up your juices. “Oooh yeah - gooood giiirrll”

Almost immediately after your orgasm crests it becomes too much. You’re so overstimulated that it hurts and your moans of pleasure become cries of pain. You forget your name, where you are, you even forget your safe word. But Joel knows, he always knows. 

He stops pumping his fingers and says your name, “look at me sweet pea.”

You blink slowly, you’re wrecked, barely able to keep your eyelids open, almost convinced they’ve been replaced with steel. You’re sucking in air, did you not breathe that entire time? 

“Breathe baby, you’re ok.” He says, stilling his fingers until you’re ready. 

“I’m sorry, Mr Miller. I know I called you Joel. I won’t do it again.” 

So fucking cute. “It’s ok, darlin’ girl. I want you to let loose when you come.” He places a few light kisses along your thighs. The sheets and his bare chest are soaked. “I’m gonna pull my fingers out.” 

You fall back to the bed and fist the sheets to ground yourself as he slides his fingers out. “You did such a good job,” he praises as you whimper at the loss of his fingers inside of you. 

He crawls up your body, placing his strong forearms beside your head, moving any hair that has escaped the ribbon from your face. “I’m so proud of you, babygirl.”

“Fuck me,” you mumble. 

He grins down at you. “That’s my little slut,” he says darkly, ripping his jeans and underwear off, kissing you hard and rough - just how you like it. His hard cock lands heavy on your clit and you cry out into his mouth. “You sure about this?” He says cockily. 

“Fuck me, Mr Miller. Please. I need your -,” he slams deep inside you, hips flush against yours. He’s so deep you swear you can feel it behind your navel. The girth of him giving you a painful but pleasurable stretch, “oh god. I’m gonna come again.” 

“Squeeze me, baby. Yell out. Show me what I do to you,” he hooks your knees in his elbows to get deeper. Hips grinding and slamming into yours. “So goddamn good. So tight. Give it to me, little one.” 

The heat in your belly snaps as you come apart for him again. Every muscle goes limp and pliant as he folds you in half, knees practically behind your head like some sort of tantric pretzel. The walls of your pussy clamp down on his dick as cry out in pained moans. Before your orgasm has even tapered off he’s slipping out of you and flipping you around. 

“Hands and knees, like you were on the floor.” He practically yells it at you, like a drill sergeant. 

You don’t have the cognitive ability to even know what your arms or legs are, lying on your belly down in the puddle you created earlier. 

“Can’t,” you moan before the sharp snap of the riding crop hits your ass. Adrenaline spikes as you start to find your arms, bringing them beside you to push up. Another three quick strikes hit your backside. “Fuck. Stop, Joel. Please.” 

He strikes you again. You most definitely do not want him to stop and you already know that he loves when you beg. “It huuuurts,” you gasp as you bring yourself up to your knees. Your all wobbly limbs, like a newborn giraffe, and panting breaths as he hits six quick strikes down your thigh. Crying out with each one, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Please just stop.” 

“You should see how your pussy clenches with each hit, my little masochist,” he praises, moving to punish the other thigh in the same way he did the other one. “You could come from this, couldn’t you?”

“No. It hurts. I’m sorry, daddy.” 

Joel stops. The word daddy suspended in the air between you. Fuck, it just slipped out. You’ve never said it to a man before and now you wish you could just crawl into a little hole and die alone. 

“Oh babygirl,” he says proudly, coming up behind you and rubbing his dick up and down your wet pussy. “Do you like that? Calling me daddy?” 

“It slipped out. I’m sorry Mr Miller,” you desperately want to bury your face in the pillows but you keep your head held high, just like he wants you too. 

“Tell daddy to fuck you,” he says, his hand grabbing the base of your tied back hair. 

“F-fuck me, daddy,” you say in the sweetest and most innocent sounding voice you can muster.

With one snap of his hips he’s fully inside of you, his hand pulls at your hair. You scalp tingling and burning, only adding to the pleasure building again in between your legs. 

“You like it rough. Don’t you, little one?” You moan out in agreement, “like it when daddy fucks you this deep. Like it when daddy is in your belly. Don’t you?” 

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” It’s like you’re a broken record, unable to come up with anything except moans, cries and ‘oh god’s’. 

Joel’s hand moves from your hair to between your shoulder blades and pushes down. A silent command for you to rest your chest on the bed. You do as he says, “good fuckin girl. You want me to fuck you while I use the crop? Is that what you want my little pain slut?” 

“Yes please, Mr Miller,” you gasp, hands fisting the sheets, muscles clenching as you prepare for what’s about to happen. 

The pace at which he’s fucking you continues. He’s fast and rough, his balls slapping against your pussy with each trust. The crop hits the bottom of one of your feet first, then just to the right of your left shoulder blade. 

“Not gonna stop until you use that safeword. Brats don’t get rewards,” He fucks up into you a few more times as he swats at the front of your thigh. 

Blinding heat and pleasure start to course through you as you come again. “My little masochist,” he says again, pulling back to slap at your ass as you come on his cock. Tears blur your vision, you want to stop but you want to make him proud. You feel his dick getting harder, twitching slightly. 

Just a few more minutes, you think to yourself. Until he strikes you harder than all the other times. The sound of leather on your skin fills your ears and you pull away from him, “COWBOY!!” 

You collapse into the sheets as Joel turns away, unable to stop his orgasm and wanting to be respectful of your need to stop. He cums into the sheets with his hand, biting back your name from leaving his lips. 

He turns to find you facedown, red and purple marks already forming. “Baby,” he whispers, his hand coming to caress your lower back. You flinch under his touch. 

Fuck, I went to hard. 

“Shhh, relax. It’s over now. Let me take care of you.” He sees you visibly melt into the mattress, and why wouldn’t you. His voice is soft and gentle as his fingers trail up and down your spine. “I’m so proud of you for using your safeword. Can you roll over for me?” 

You do as he says, using any last ounce of energy to roll over. He shuffles himself to sit on the edge of the bed, lifting your upper body to help you prop up in some pillows, your eyelids are impossibly heavy. He reaches into the small mini fridge that’s disguised as a bedside table and takes out a bottle of water. 

“I need you to drink this, honey. Then I will put some coconut oil on those marks. Ok?” 

You open your eyes as he cracks the water. He looks wrecked. Beads of sweat line his hairline, curls sticking to his forehead, but fuck is he beautiful. 

Joel Miller. Sex God. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he slides his boxers back up his leg, his still half hard cock pressing against the fabric. 

You’re suddenly unable to stop from giggling. You feel giddy and drunk as you down the water and say, “I feel fucking amazing!” 

Joel shakes his head and lets out a little laugh. “Good,” he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. He pulls makeup wipe out from the bedside drawer and wipes the mascara that’s run down your cheeks. Then he finds himself doing something he’s never done with his other subs. He grabs the coconut oil and reaches a hand out to help you off the bed. 

“Let’s go get some sleep,” he says. Steading you and leading you up the stairs to his room. This is dangerous territory, but he needs to wake up with you. Cherish you. Care for you. Other subs always slept down here. Never in his room and rarely with him. But certainly never ever in his room. 

You follow with shaky legs and nearly collapse onto his bed when you get there. 

“Can we do that again?” You ask as he rubs oil on your tender backside. 

“Fuck yes. But before we do that,” he taps your side and you roll over so he can oil your thigh. “You need to fill out some paperwork.” 

You groan and he lets out a deep laugh. “I promise it’s fun paperwork. Hard and soft limits. Things you want to try.” 

He looks up at you with adoration, mirroring the looks you’re giving him. He nods towards your pierced nipples, “I like those. Very sexy. As soon as they’re healed we are gonna have some fun.” 

You blush, “thanks. You’re - umm, you’re actually the first person to see them.” 

“That right?” He says proudly, lying down beside you and pulling you into his chest. 

“I have an appointment at the piercer next week. Any requests?” You say teasingly as you nuzzle into his chest. Your appointment is to get a second hole in each ear lobe, but may as well have a little fun.

“Hmmm,” he hums, lips grazing your hairline with little kisses. “Belly button.” 

“Oh, I was thinking of doing my clit.” You glance up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Fuck me, baby. You tryin’ to kill this old man? I’m gonna have to leave the goddamn continent while that heals.” He pulls you in tighter, pulling the blanket up around both of you. “Get some rest now, we have a big afternoon.”

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Sinning With Lust (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale catches you reading a spicy novel.

CW: Aziraphale has bde here

Good Omens Tag List: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“What have we here, then?” 

Those five words startled you so badly that it sent your Kindle flying out of your hands and onto the floor. 

“Jesus Christ!” You shouted, hand flying to your chest in fright. Your heart beat hard and fast for a few moments before you returned to yourself, hammering dying down. 

You’d been reading a rather spicy scene in your novel, and you hadn’t expected to be interrupted quite like that. Particularly so startlingly. 

“Oh, come now, that’s not very nice- blaspheming in an Angel’s abode.” Aziraphale tutted at you teasingly, those eyes glinting with mischief. He was good at that. “My house is God’s house, you know.” 

“Listen,” you breathed, heartbeat finally returning to normal. “You scared me. I didn’t hear you sneaking up on me.” 

“Sneaking?! Well, I resent the accusation, my dear. I assure you I was approaching at my usual pace, gait and noisiness.” 

You grunted and made to stand to grab your Kindle, though Aziraphale shushed you and encouraged you back into your spot, insisting that he should get it for you as he was the reason it had been dropped so unceremoniously. 

“What were we reading today, dear?” Aziraphale asks, leaning to pick up the tablet and pass it to you. 

You’d always thought those scenes in movies where the protagonist had something to hide and the main antagonist, side character or whoever went for it in slow motion was stupid. Turns out it’s pretty accurate. 

Your heart beat faster in your chest and you reached for the Kindle to snatch it out of his hands before he could read the page sitting there incriminatingly. You watched as his eyes skimmed a couple of lines and widened comically before settling again after the initial shock. You noted the telltale subtle darkening of his irises and blushed profusely. 

“Oh, I see,” he said, voice taking on a slightly lower pitch. You shied away, looking out the window and covering half your face with your palm. This was truly mortifying. 

“Been a bit naughty, have we?” Aziraphale asked, putting the Kindle on the side table and standing before you. He brought one hand down to move your own and softly cupped your chin, leading it so that you were now looking up at his heated gaze. You swallowed thickly. “Lust is a sin, you know, my dear.” 

You nodded, unable to form words. Your mouth was suddenly dry and you would have given anything for a big glass of water. 

“What’s wrong?” Aziraphale’s head cocked to the side. “You’re looking positively scared, little rabbit.” 

You breathed out a panicked laugh. Oh, this was- Aziraphale was ticking so many boxes for you right now. 

“Reading such filth in my home, dear- In God’s home. Do you think you need to be punished?” Aziraphale’s bottom lip poked out in a mild pout, mocking you. Your eyes flitted between his, and you shook your head no. 

“No? Hmm, I’m not sure I agree.” 

You lean your cheek into the palm of his hand and Aziraphale practically swoons. You know you’re putting on the charm. It usually has about a fifty per cent success rate, and you’re wondering which way Zira will go with it when he’s suddenly leaning down and pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. 

“Sweet thing,” he said softly, giving you one of the most loving smiles you’ve ever seen. “My office, ten minutes, hmm? Don’t be late.” 

Then he wandered off into the kitchen, leaving you breathless and blinking at the space that your Angel had just been occupying. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied to the wall.

[little-emerald-snake]

Camp Counselors - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

I want to give partial credit to @grandeoatmilklatte because I had a spicy dream, woke up to leave myself the cryptic ass note “camp counselors” that I was not able to decipher. She basically gave me this brain child so the writing is mine but she gets full credit for basically writing out her interpretations of my dream. Thanks lovely 🥰

Warnings: doing naughty naughty things outside instead of being good chaperones, unprotected p-in-v, modern scenario, just a smutty little drabble

577 words

Sebastian was almost as eager as she was to sneak away from their groups of sleeping kids. They’d each waited till their groups and other cabin chaperones had fallen asleep before meeting outside and running off to the boathouse together.

At first they had no real plan in mind, only eager to kiss and have their hands on the other after getting to know each other and find out that they shared a spark of attraction between them. They decided sneaking off to the boat house would likely give them the most privacy.

With Sebastian’s hand in her hair, other arm lifting her pajama pant clad leg by the crook of her knee to spread her open and allow himself to grind against her weeping center. Her fingers slid over his shoulders and over his back, moaning into his deeply sensual kisses.

A shiver of delight trailed through her when he’d finally pulled away, helping her into the small rowboat and untiring it, taking the paddle and pushing them out to the center of the lake.

Now under the bright beautiful light of the moon and stars he laid her gently down on the padding that lined the bottom of the boat, his hands caressing her gently, sweeping kisses down her jaw to the collar of her pajama shirt.

He eagerly helped her out of it, groaning at the sight of her bare breasts under the glow of the moonlight. His hardness rocked against her thigh as his lips rejoined with hers, nips and love bites dragging the kiss out.

He started to tug off his own clothing as she shuffled out of her pajama bottoms, careful with their movements to not rock the boat too far to one side.

When they rejoined it was a battle of tongues and teeth, but his cock gently pushed into her, going slow and steady in a pace that had her breaking the kiss and forcing his mouth to her neck while she cried out into the night air.

He fucked her carefully, the boat wobbling ever so slightly but he held the side, willing it as best he could to stay still. She uttered a cry for more and all hope was lost. His hips slammed back into hers, her cries ringing out against the chirping of crickets and sloshing of water against the outside of the boat.

The boat wobbled unsteadily beneath them as they moved faster. He chuckled at her pleasure turned fear stricken expression as he reached out to steady the boat again while rocking into her at a more controlled pace.

She tipped her head back, crying out when she found her release underneath him, his pants and grunts displaying that he couldn’t be far behind her.

With his fingers threaded in her hair, hips grinding against hers, he groaned out, fucking into her while pumping rope after thick rope into her pussy. Filling her full of the pent up need that had accumulated over the week at camp.

He carefully pulled out, helping her clean up as best as he could and righting her in the boat. She gasped when she lifted her head, realizing they were now surrounded with lightning bugs over the still lake water.

He grinned from ear to ear, rowing them back to shore before making sure she got safely back to her cabin, promising that after camp was over he would gladly experience this in a much nicer location.

[peri-peri-sauce]

MASTERLIST

In this post you will find my masterlist of Käärijä x Reader fics. You can also go to my AO3 profile and check them out there :)

Beware! NSFW

These fics are NSFW, so please, reader discretion is advised.

Female Reader:

Bad Boys Need To Be Punished (Sub Jere)

The meeting with your friends had taken an unexpected turn when Jere couldn't keep his hands off you, making you completely distracted. That's why, upon arriving home, you decide to teach him a lesson. After all, bad boys who can't keep their hands to themselves deserve to be punished.

Dress Me And Praise Me (Sub Jere)

Boredom begins to invade Jere while waiting for you to arrive home. However, he finds something intriguing in your room that leads to some intense self-exploration in front of the mirror. But when you return with your own surprise, things get even hotter as Jere discovers new things about himself.

Two Can Play This Game (Dom Jere)

Knowing how competitive Jere is, you already know that teasing him while he's playing video games is not a good idea. This becomes even riskier when you know there's a bet involved. Like they say, actions have consequences, and soon, the little game you start turns into a heated competition to see who could rile the other up more.

Santa's Naughty List (Dom Jere)

Unexpectedly, a young man claiming to be Santa Claus enters your home, initially causing you to believe you're being robbed. However, in a surprising twist, it turns out that he truly is who he claims to be, and apparently, he has a surprise for you this Christmas.

Wrap Me Up Like A Christmas Present (Sub Jere)

Jere surprises you by wrapping himself as a present beneath the Christmas tree. As the evening progresses with a gift exchange and a delightful dinner shared with family and friends later in the night, Jere remains oblivious to your mischievous intentions.

Drench Me With Your Love (Top Jere)

A party on the outskirts of the city turns into an unexpected reunion with an old friend you haven't seen in ages. As the day unfolds, a playful chase through the forest leads to a more intimate moment. Will you find the courage to express your feelings for him after all these years of harboring a crush? And will he reciprocate those feelings?

Hurt Me Until I'm Screaming For More (Sub Jere)

“If you score a goal, I promise to whip you when we get home”. Motivated by your promise, Jere redeems himself in a hockey game with six goals after a disappointing performance, basking in the satisfaction of fulfilling part of your promise. Now, it's your turn.

Red Rose Dinner (Bottom Jere)

After being stood up by your Tinder date, you find yourself approached by a shy and charming man at the restaurant. As you share an unexpected dinner together, you become increasingly drawn to this adorable boy as the night unfolds, culminating in his offer to drive you home before things take a steamier turn.

There's An Alien In My House (Not finished)

What happens when, in the middle of the night, during a storm, you encounter an unknown creature in your kitchen? You don't know how it got there or what its intentions are, yet it appears to be drawn to you, or rather, to your scent. Despite the uncertainty, for some inexplicable reason, you decide to allow it to stay after getting to know it better. What will happen next in your life now that there’s an alien in your house?

Gender Neutral Reader:

It's All About You (Bottom Jere)

Jere arrives home tired from work, exhausted from his busy schedule, so you help him relax.

My King, My God (Top Jere)

You made a promise to Jere, yet you couldn't fulfill it. To earn his forgiveness, you'll need to stroke his ego to let him know how much you appreciate him.

Tastes Like Heaven (Bottom Jere)

What began as an innocent act of feeding Jere quickly escalates into a surprisingly intense moment between the two of you.

Series:

Short, plotless, spicy fics

This is a series of short, plotless, spicy fics that I wrote some time ago and never posted. If not all, most of them are inspired by specific pictures or videos that Käärijä has posted, which I will add at the start of each fic.

Fic Requests

This is a series of fics that people have request from me.

Other:

KHaarija's OnlyFans

Short Jere x Reader and Solo Jere writings, inspired by some of KHaarija's OnlyFans posts.

If you enjoy my fics, feel free to leave kudos or a comment!

If you would like to support me further, you can also buy me some coffee. Your help will go towards funding the therapy I need after everything Jere Pöyhönen puts me through :')

Thank you so much!

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Naughty Sunbite

@feralmoonlight, @zenkaiankoku, @juupitrr, @saburo-kyoto

Come get y’all soop. Fresh and hot. Is spicy. Inspired by everyone being thirsty on this dumbass post.

Sun x (F)Reader: Sun catches you masturbating and has to punish you for breaking a very specific rule

Beyond suggestive. Contains biting. Contains orgasm denial. Contains a bit of bondage. Among other spicy things. We stan a sexually confident and possessive Sun in this house.

          “Oh. Sunbite. How naughty~” Sun coos, slowly making his way further into the room. His voice carries the faintest hint of jealousy. His eyes, half lidded, gaze upon you. Full of lust. Lust and the tiniest glimpse of betrayal.           “Playing without me~...” He mutters, coming to sit beside you. You, meanwhile, lay in the bed almost entirely frozen. Legs half spread. Hand still between your legs. A silicone replica of Sun’s phallus half buried inside of you. Admittedly, you hadn’t expected him to stumble across you. You hadn’t expected him to catch you in this act of self-indulgence. Yet he had - and now you were left to face the consequences of your actions. Slowly. Teasingly. Sun reaches to place his hand upon your knee.

Your lower half trembles faintly in response to his touch. That trembling only grows more obvious as he begins to glide his hand downwards. His fingers practically dance across your inner thigh. His grip his light. His eyes linger upon your face. His smile never falters. His eyes captivate your own. Hungry. Greedy. Almost angry. Your breath hitches in your throat as his hand continues down, his fingers now rubbing against that point where thigh meets pelvis. He’s so dangerously close to touching your most intimate place.

Instead, he abruptly lifts his hand to take hold of your wrist. Startled, you release your grip upon the pastel yellow dildo that lays half buried between your legs. Having succeeded in making you drop the forbidden toy, he brings your hand to his face. Gently, he peppers kisses across your knuckles. Every joint is blessed by the brief, affectionate contact of his lips. Slowly. Gently. Sensually. Once done, he seeks out your other hand. Again, he begins to pepper your knuckles with kisses.

Starting with your first hand. Then moving on to the second. For a split second, he seems to flash you an apologetic look - before abruptly shifting to hold both of your wrists with one hand. You already know what’s coming. You’ve been naughty. Naughty girls need to be punished. He easily lifts his arm to pin your wrists to the bed, atop your head. Your heart rate picks up in anticipation of what was to come. His free hand returns to your thigh. He trails it down one more, his grip now tighter.

He brings his hand down to the space between your legs. His fingers brush against your clit for a brief second. Intentionally. Firmly. Then he moves his hand lower, dragging the tip of one finger along the pho phallus itself. He half pushes it out of you with that touch. Upon finding the flared out bit at the bottom, he wraps his hand around the soft material. He pushes it completely inside of you in one swift movement. Not roughly. Just abruptly. The action rightly coaxes a startled mewl out of you.

He completely removes the replica in just as smooth of a motion. He holds it up. Examining it. Seemingly expecting you to take note of it. Slick with lubricant and your own love nectar. A single, sticky strand of slick keeps it connected to you. Your pelvis jolts ever so slightly as he brings the toy down to teasingly rub it between your slick folds, but he denies you the satisfaction of penetration.

          “Rulebreaker~” Sun hums, pulling the pho phallus out from between your legs entirely. He brings it closer to himself, holding it near his face. He seems to ponder his next course of action for a moment. Then, he deliberately and without hesitation, cleans the dildo. His tongue snakes out of his mouth to partly wrap around it, before sucking it into his maw with ease. For a few short but incredibly erotic seconds, he sucks your essence clean off of the silicone. A sort of ominous chuckle escapes him when he withdraws the toy from his mouth.           “Rulebreakers must be punished~” He effectively purrs out, tossing the unwanted toy to the side. He then moves his hand to your face. He lightly squeezes your jaw, practically forcing you to open your mouth. His tongue snakes past your lips, delivering a taste of your nethers to your tongue. He makes sure to help you savor the flavor of your misdeeds, teasing every accessible area of your mouth with his tongue. All the while he eagerly soaks in the sweet sounds of your moans. Half protests. Half pleas.

          “S-Sun!..” You half moan, half pant out his name as he withdraws his tongue from your mouth. Before you can hope to say more, he covers your lips with his. You mewl into his mouth as he practically devours your voice. This kiss is short but passionate. The animatronic is practically panting when he pries his lips off of yours. You see it in his eyes. Passionate. Unhinged. Possessive. He slyly removes the ribbon attached to his occupied hand. Swiftly and easily he binds you with it, assuring that you won’t be able to misbehave further.

You’re left with your hands secured to the headboard. Still, he’s made sure the ribbon isn’t too tight. If you really tried to, you could escape your bondage. But you don’t. Seeing him so worked up has only added fuel to the fire of your carnal desire. With you secured and seemingly unable to escape, Sun moves further onto the bed. He shifts to trap your body beneath his own. You impulsively wrap your legs around his hips, attempting to pull him closer. You want him. You need him.

You feel so empty without him and you can tell he’s equally as eager to fill you. But he denies you the satisfaction, for now. With his drastically superior strength, he removes your legs from his hips. One hand his kept wrapped about the underside of your knee, lifting your leg upwards and slightly to the side. The other sneaks its way up your shirt to toy with your chest, though only briefly. He’s practically vibrating as he purrs against your neck. Teasingly he scrapes his teeth against the arch of your shoulder. You hardly have the chance to ponder what he might be contemplating.

His teeth latch down on your tender skin, but they aren’t sharp enough to pierce or puncture. The faintest twinge of pain greets you for a split second, only to be drowned out by the unanticipated pleasure of his fingers. He’s snuck his hand elsewhere while you were distracted. He continues to bite, littering your skin with red marks to claim you as his. All the while he teases you with his fingers. Before his teeth clamp down, he slowly caresses the sensitive skin surrounding your clitoris. When his teeth pinch your flesh, he firmly rolls that sensitive lump of nerves beneath his fingertips.

His every action is deliberate. Every ounce of pain or pleasure inflicted upon you controlled. You’re being punished. But he loves you. He’s teaching you a lesson. But he’s trying to seduce you with his touch. You’ve betrayed him. But he forgives you. Certainly, its partly his fault. Your needs were overlooked for just a day too long. Your desires were left unsatisfied. He failed to take care of you. Still, you used a forbidden toy. His actions now were meant to erase all evidence of its presence.

          “Rulebreaker~” Sun pants, finally withdrawing his teeth from your shoulder. He’s seemingly satisfied himself with the array of marks he’s left upon your skin. Evidence of your punishment. Proof of his hold over your heart. He lifts his head enough to lock eyes with yours, his fingers moving slightly lower.           “Rulebreaker~” He mewls, thrusting his fingers into your needy orifice. They slide in nice and easy. There’s no holding back the moan that escapes you when he touches you. You’re hot and slick and ready for him to mark you with his essence. He works his fingers in and out of you. Quickly. Skillfully. He already knows which spots to rub against in order to make you squirm in delight. He already knows exactly what it takes to make you cum. But that sweet moment of euphoria finally draws near, he withdraws.

You’re intentionally denied an orgasm. Brought straight to the brink, only to be left teetering on the edge. Just one more faint touch would bring you the satisfaction that you desired. A pathetic whine escapes your lips as study his expression. Sly. Mischievous. Knowing. He’s denied you that sweet relief, and he’s done so entirely on purpose. A sort of teasing smile spreads across his features as he peers down at you. You feel his fingers lightly trace patterns on your lower abdomen.

He teases you still. His fingers trail down every so often, teasing you with a false promise of contact. He draws dangerously close to rubbing your clitoris. Dangerously close to giving you that satisfaction that you so desperately crave after having been so deliberately worked up. But he refuses to give you that satisfaction. You effectively whimper out his name.

          “Not yet, Sunbite~” Sun hums, leaning down ever so slightly to kiss your cheek. He knows how badly you want him. Admittedly, he’s equally as hungry for you. It was quite a struggle for him to restrain himself. Quite a struggle to keep from ripping his own pants off to claim you as his right then and there. His tongue snakes out to lick away the frustrated tear which rolls down your cheek.           “Shh, I know, it’s frustrating. But you broke the rules. No toys when you play alone. Only yourself~” He hums, now dipping his head down. You already know what he’s planning on next. If he can’t penetrate you with his cock, he’s going to use something else. Something more satisfying to himself than just his fingers. His tongue lightly teases the skin of your abdomen as he makes his way down. You tremble. Both from the anticipation of what was to come, and from the sheer frustration of knowing his intentions.           “You’re a naughty little rulebreaker. And naughty little rulebreakers don’t get to cum. Not until they’ve been punished and forgiven.” He purred, his mouth now having drawn low enough that his tongue threatened to brush against your clitoris. By now, enough time had passed for you to almost fully come down from the high of that near orgasm. Which was going to make this next part all the more delightfully frustrating for you. Left wanting and waiting, your body only responded by making itself more sensitive to touch. Slowly. Intently. He proceeds to massage your clitoris with his tongue.

The long appendage snakes its way out of his mouth, intentionally dragging against your clit as the the true destination was sought out. Like a sly tentacle, his tongue trails down between your labia in search of your recently teased orifice. He thrusts his tongue inside of you, eagerly tasting your arousal while continuing to stimulate you with the movements of his tongue. All the while he maintains eye contact with you. Intense and deliberate. Until he’s satisfied with the punishment, you’ll be denied the orgasm you so desperately crave.

He can find alternative ways to keep himself subdued in the meantime. Your taste. Your voice. Your sweet, desperate thrusts against his mouth. All of it only adds as satisfaction. You’ll be here for a long while - loving and hating every heated moment of it all.

[darkcitiesnluv]

Shy/DOM Boyfriend Sunghoon × Kinky Fem Reader (ft Jungwon)

Pairing: Sunghoon x Reader (You)

Genre: smut, fluff, funny?

Warnings: smut 18+

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" Sunghoon! at seven come to my house, my parents and my younger brother aren't going to be here! " You said excitedly on your phone clutching it tightly.

" Jungwon won't be here? YESS! I'm glad if sees me alone with you he'll karate kick me on the stomach, hehe" Sunghoon chuckled at other side of the line. His big smile was so bright as he talked to you.

" He does taekwondo not karate" you responded to him feeling warm inside to hear him again after a whole month without him.

" Isn't the same thing?..... anyway....I'll be there in a hour, bye love" he ended the call. You squeaked in a mixture of shyness and excitement because he called you love.

" I'm seeing him again...." You sighed. Sunghoon and you started dating a month ago, but because school was over he went in vacations with his family so you couldn't see him for two weeks. But you missed him sooo much, his lips, his hands, his hair,his delicious smell of cologne, his everything.

You couldn't wait to do it again with Sunghoon. Yes Sunghoon and you already lost each others virginity together. Both of you very shy and embarrassed about every single thing. You two even watch a little bit of porn to educate yourself a little. At that time Sunghoon was not really into the idea of watching it since he isn't interested in that kind of stuff and finds it wrong to watch. However you convinced by telling him you two are not doing anything wrong besides learning! That it was for you two only and that'll it'll be the last time watching it.

Well......you two did it....and you were even shock because it didn't look or felt like it was his first time. He just did a great job, still feeling shy at first but as he was getting sexually aroused by you he became confident and turn the bedroom into a fair. You want that again for the third time.

Why are you even counting the times you two did it?

The last two times you did it with him were incredible, it was kind of a vanilla sex and rough vanilla sex all the way but you like it because you loved the after care from him. Now you felt spicy it up a little.....or more. There is so many things you wanna try with Hoonie but you're scared to tell him about your naughty fantasies. What if he thinks you're a sexual freak?

Sunghoon is a very conservative boy, that's how he grew up like with his family. He is a respectful, conservative,and a gentle young men who is quiet a romantic when he feels likes, and really isn't thinking about anything naughty to do.....unless if it's with his secret girlfriend; YOU.

You're going to try to ask him anyway.

You run to your closet and pull out a box that was hidden underneath piles of clothes. There, the black and red lingeries you bought from a friend laid nicely and pretty inside the box.

" Which one should I wear? The red or black" you mumbled to yourself as you check them with your eyes. " Sunghoon likes the color black a lot, and he looks good in black too......the black one wins!" You mumbled excitedly to yourself.

Quickly you exchange your normal undergarments to the black sexy lingering that'll be under your normal clothes. A grey tank top, with a lighter grey jacket kind of zipped up to the top but stops in the middle of your chest and dark grey very comfortable shorts that is quiet short for you. To night you had a plan to seduce him.

After changing you quickly went to the kitchen and prepare snacks to watch a movie with him.

" Pop corn, chips, Pocky sticks..." You said as you put them on the mini table in the middle of the living room.

" I need to stop thinking about Hoon I'm getting all hot and bother" you licked your bottom lip and chuckled quietly while flapping your hands against the air towards you.

*Knock knock knock*

" My man is here!" You jumped from the couch and open the door.

" Baby!"

" Babe!"

You jumped to hug him tight, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. You kissed him all over his handsome face. Oh how much you missed this smart idiot.

" Oh my, you really missed me a lot huh?" He asked as he try to push his face away from your kisses because he wants to look at you. He smack your butt lightly as he usually does when he sees you. You got down and hold one if his hands.

" You really look handsome today" you said as you check him out while bitting your bottom lip right in front of him. Sunghoon laughed quietly with blushing cheeks. He held your face and kiss your forehead then peck your lips. " I know babe...hehe....how about you?...you look too sexy today?" He raised an eyebrow to you while his eyes linger on your short shorts, but not in a lusty way but more like his questioning on his mind why are you wearing tooo short shorts? It's cold in your house?

You blush a little since you always felt s little nervous or intimidating by a certain look of expression he made when he looked at you and you always found it so attractive.

" I'm not looking sexy at all today, what are you talking about? Sunghoon ah! Come here with me, tell me about your field trip" you pull him down to sit with you on the couch and he followed you.

He sat next to you, his elbows against his almost separated knees, both of his hands clutch together in front of him. He had his torso lean down a little. This is how he usually sits, and once again you find it super attractive, because for you he was expressing his masculinity so much. Just everything about him was attractive and it was one of the reasons why you fell in love with him.

" It was pretty fun until....my step aunt had an accident and fell from the pole she was dancing on....she hurt herself badly" he said in a very serious yet sad tone as pressed both of his lips together and just stare out in space.

You suddenly let out a laugh and immediately covered your mouth. Sunghoon looked at you but then smile and his whole body was paying attention towards you. " Why are you laughing?" He quietly chuckled.

" I'm sorry babe but you just said your aunt fell because she was dancing...on a pole?"

" Yeah- i didn't explain the situation well, she was very drunk that night in the club, she got crazy or high and got up on stage and started dancing you know....sexy? In a sexy way? ....and well she missed a step and fell down...... that's what her boyfriend told us...." He said as he try to control his smile because he didn't want to laugh in such a accidental situation.

You no longer cared and just let it all out. " My prince i missed you so much!" You suddenly got up and freely fall on top of him perfectly. Because of your fall, Sunghoon's back leaned against the couch.

" I missed you too- princess-" he try to said but you kept kissing his lips and then on his neck. " So needy aren't you?" He laughed as he try to push you away from him. " Oh? What about the snacks? Are we going to watch a movie?" Sunghoon asked curiously as he notices the snacks there.

" There's a more delicious snack right in front of me" you said admiring his beauty and his precious smile. Sunghoon smiled as he caressed your cheek with his hand softly. "Princess, you're a delicious snack too....." He said with an embarrassing look. You raised your eyebrows in surprise. " What? Park Sunghoon is that you? You wouldn't say something like that to me?" You tease him. Sunghoon suddenly sat up , with you still on top of him straddling him. " What? You started it!! ' there's a more delicious snack right in front of me'" Sunghoon mimicked your voice making you laugh and lightly hit him on his chest. "Park Sunghoon!!" You shout.

" Yang Y/n!" He shout back, both of you laughing hard.  " Tell me what is that you want princess?...." He asked with a shy smile as his hands caressed up and down your sides to show affection but YOU couldn't control down there from not burning up, but it was getting harder as Sunghoon still gaze at you.

" Sunghoon.....can we make.....love?" You asked a little shy about it but still manage to look at him confidently.

Sunghoon raised both of his eyebrows and widen his eyes. " I don't know why I'm acting surprised, I kind of had the idea from you " he smirked with a grin.

You look back at him as your eyes stare at his quiet plump red lips. Sunghoon was like the male version of snow white: jet black hair, a pretty pale complexion of skin, dark beautiful eyes and natural red or pink plumpy lips. He lips look kissable and felt kissable.

" I'm so lucky to have you, not just because of your handsome appearance but just you, yourself is perfect!" You sincerely said as you rest your head against his shoulder.

Sunghoon smiled as he heard that. He hug you tightly and whispered in your ear. " You're perfect as well my princess.....this month we spend together you've been a really good girl.... should I reward you?" He asked. You widen your eyes as you hear those words from the shy Sunghoon you know.

While Sunghoon on the other side he was controlling his smile by pressing his lips together and closing his eyes tight looking away from you. 'oh my god! Sunghoon!! wasn't that too much!? You probably sounded soo cringe! What is Y/n going to think of you, loser!' Sunghoon thought.

You bit your bottom lip as turn to look at him. " Please reward me......I deserve it...." You said innocently. Sunghoon looked at you surprised probably not expecting you to say anything back. He sighed as he suddenly push you away from him against the couch. He straddle your hips, his hands clutching on your wrists to the sides.

" Let's go to your room.....are you sure your parents aren't coming?...." He asked as he hold you like a bride and made his way to your room.

'ok ok! My confidence is doing a good job again!' he thought.

Just for teasing he throw you on the bed. You immediately pull him by his neck. Lips touching starting a heated make out session. You run your hands everywhere, from his face to his body trying to feel him through his clothes. Sunghoon did the same as he caressed one of your thighs. With his veiny hands force your legs to spread apart so he can lean his hips against your core.

Sunghoon let's go of your lips and reach down to kiss your neck softly as he kept thrusting dryly against you creating a very arousal feeling between you two. You let out tiny whispery moans and Sunghoon let out tiny small moans and groans. " Mmm~...ahhh.....Hoon...."

His hips suddenly started to do circular motions against you to create more friction. You quietly laugh as you held onto his broad shoulders. He glanced at you and smirk. " You like that..." He said and suddenly hit you with his hips against you. You widen your eyes and yelled " ahhhhh! Sunghoon ah!!" Out of surprise.

He chuckled as his right hand that caressed your thigh before went up to rub your right breast and massage it  lightly. You bit your bottom lip as you felt in the clouds when he touch your breasts. You really like that a lot.

His red plumpy lips kissed your neck, shoulder, and in the middle of your clothe chest so passionately making you moan lightly even with your shirt and bra on.

Wow, who thought you can make love and still feel good with your clothes on?

" Take my shirt off...." You whispered to him as he didn't complain and did what you told him to do. He took that jacket and tank off. Soon he saw the black sexy lingering you're wearing.

" Mm? What's this?" He gave you a surprised questionable look. " It's for you love, I bought it for you.... Don't you like it?..."

" I love it, but......you had this planned didn't you?" He said giving you a shy teasing smile.

" Yes baby now laid in your back!" You pushed him off you towards the bed. You climbed on top of him straddling him. Quickly you took of your shorts which showed your nice see through underwear. You pulled Sunghoon against your neck and chest as you decided to ride him on his clothed lap.

As for Sunghoon, he was shock because of your surprising behaviors, this is not his old Y/n?....was she hiding this side of her? He decided to smack, grasp, and scratched your ass making you almost screamed.

" Ahh! Sunghoon!!!" You're not going to lie, you loved it to the point we're you cummed fast and good.

" Oh my god ....oh my god..... Hoon~" breath it out finishing off releasing everything on his pants. " Can I choke you?....." You suddenly said as you kiss and suck his Adam apple on his fine looking neck.

" Ahh~...." He said closing his eyes feeling good. "Choke me? Is that even a thing?.....no I'm scared..." He said smiling sheepishly. 'what an idiot now you sounded like a chicken! Man up Sunghoon! Be dominant!' he thought as he felt embarrassed again.

"Then you choke me.....don't worry i am informed on how to do it right...." You said as you took off his dark blue sweater. You lean down to kiss his chest down his stomach. You went back to lightly pinch his nipples and to suck on them. You gaze up to look at his expressions. He furrowed his thick eyebrows upwards, and you can tell he was controlling his moans by breathing heavily.

You know your boyfriend isn't very vocal at all, which you don't mind since his groaning is what turn you on the most. However I think it's time to hear him scream your pretty name.

After sucking his nipples, you kiss and lick down his chest down to his small abs, going even down to reaching the edge of his Calvin Klein underwear. You unzip his pants pulling them down. You saw the big bulge.

' I've missed you....' you sillily thought.

You looked up to see your blushing boyfriend. This will be the first time receiving a blow job from you. You grasp the bulge roughly but not too much just squeezing it as if it was some type of squeaky toy.

Sunghoon yelped of pleasure at the sudden contact of your hands attacking him.

As you were done teasing him you pull down his underwear and his length pop out freely. You not having experience with decided to pretend it's a popsicle you're sucking on. Your hands grabbing on the uncover parts of length rubbing there.

" Mmmm~..........ahhh...Y/n" he hissed your name, his eyebrows furrowing together and bitting down his bottom lip telling you his feeling really good. You know he is trying to control his moans but now his starting not help it.

You suck harder and bobbed your head repeatingly, his length almost touching the bottom of your throat. His length twitch in your mouth. Does that mean his close to cum?

" Fuck! Y/n~.…...ahhh!" He moan out loud grasping your messy long hair between his long thin fingers making you bobbed your head harder as he thrust his hips against your mouth trying to cum now.

As he did you swallow it all. Sunghoon relax there breathing heavily while closing his pretty eyes. You climbed on top of him and laid on top of his body. You  put an arm beside his pillow and the other hand caressed his face. You breathlessly watch him breath in and breath out.

" You liked that?......" You whispered as you kiss his earlobe. Sunghoon nodded and smiled sheepishly once again. " I loved it ..... So much .... How are you so good?.....I want that everyday before I go to practice..." He chuckled.

You laughed with him. " Sunghoon you make me wanna do so many bad things to you ...." You bit your bottom lip. It is true, you have sexy fantasies you want to make in reality with him, Sunghoon only.

Suddenly he pushed you down without warning you. He straddle you. He put his fingers around your throat and started pressing.

" Same princess.....i also want to do bad things to you baby girl...." He said darkly with a rougher voice. Ooo that really send you to the edge of getting wet.

" Press here...." You guided his thumbs in a certain area of your neck. Sunghoon obey and tighten his grip on your neck making you feel breathless and dizzy but in a good way.

He was making you feel in a certain way you can't explain.

Sunghoon suddenly let's go. His pretty veiny hands roam around your body caressing every inch. He wraps your left leg around his waist caressing your thigh softly. He kisses down your shoulder, down in the middle of your chest. He get close to your right breast, gives you tiny kisses around your hard nipple making you giggle and bit down on your bottom lip. You played with his jet black hair, pulling his locks softly.

He did the same to your other breast, kissing, pinching, sucking on your hard nipple making your core throb. " Ahh~ Sunghoon..... please fuck me already..... please....." You said grinding your hips against his hard length.

Sunghoon without warning slams his length inside you. He spread your legs more for more space for him to go deeper. You pull him down by his neck to kiss him more sensual and passionately. His kiss back with the same passion and sensuality as you making the whole make out session steamy. Everything was so heated, the kiss, him railing you, the sex sounds, moans, and groans coming from you two.

The whole room was like circus once again and you two were wilding crazily. " Fuck~ Hoon~ choke me daddy choke me~!" You said as you were reaching to your big orgasm. Sunghoon once again wrapped his hands around your throat and tighten his grip on you.

" AhhHH~ YEAH! YES! SUNhoOn~ mY......LOve...~" You felt the delicious feeling of your big orgasm and the good feeling of dizziness mixing together intoxicating you of pleasure.

"Ahh~.....I'm close baby.....I'm sooo-......mmm~fuck" he whispered and moan in your ear.

Both of you came together.

Sunghoon suddenly pulls away and laids next to you with heavy breaths. You also felt breathless after going through the rollercoaster of joy. Sunghoon reaches next to you to cuddle up with you. He kisses your forehead and pats your hair softly. He reaches to grab one of your hands and cross his fingers between yours.

You turn around so your naked chest is touching his chest. You took your time to admire his face. " Sunghoon.....I love you..." You sincerely said by heart.

Sunghoon shows his sweet dimples smile and hugs you tightly. " I love you too my pretty princess...."

You lean to kiss him again but stop when you heard the sound of a door closing and Jungwon screaming.  " IM HOME!.......mom can you make me my favorite curry?..."

" Yes son ..... where's your sister by the way?...." Your mother said.

You and Sunghoon looked at each other with horrifying expressions.

" Shit! They're here! Sunghoon hide under my bed now now!" You said not wasting any time. You dressed, fixed your bed, helped Sunghoon dressed and pushed him underneath the bed.

Looking naturally you came out of the room. " Y'all here already? I took a nap....." You said pretending you were slightly sleepy with your messy hair and mascara slightly running down your cheeks.

" Yeah....... Jungwon won the black belt!" Your father said excitedly suddenly giving a tight hug to Jungwon almost suffocating the poor adorable looking boy. Your mother did the same and after a second you did the same to go with flow although you do feel proud for your little brother.

" Ahhhh! I know I won, I shined! Now let me go-" Jungwon said annoyed wiggling himself from them.

" Congrats little bro, you deserve it for being so good at it " you winked at him. Jungwon grins at you and then gives you a pat on your shoulder.

"..…... cologne?....." He suddenly stop patting you as he got close to smell your neck. He widen his eyes unbelievably. " Sunghoon?.... ain't it? Was he here?" He asked you quietly still giving you a " are you serious" kind of look.

" He did.....he came by to give me the homework i made him do for me" you chuckled to yourself. " Then I thanked by giving him a hug.......hey by the way how do you know it's his?..." You asked now trying to mind of change the subject.

" You forgot he is also my friend? .....gosh Y/n when are you going to wake up! " Jungwon whined as he went to his own room.

You saw your parents where no longer in the kitchen or living room. You immediately run to your room.

" Sunghoon! Baby!" You whispered as you crouched down to help him pull up from the bed. "They're all out of sight! Leave now!" Sunghoon nodded, after getting out, he gives you a slow passionate kiss making you melt from it and just wrapped your arms around his neck.

Sunghoon pull away with a smirking grin. " You're sooo in love with me" he said before kissing your forehead. Quickly you check again.

"Come now!" You whispered and held his hand pulling him towards the entry door. " Goodnight love!" You said.

" Good night my lovely princess......gosh this feel like Romeo and Juliet...." Sunghoon shook his head before walking away. You closed the door and leaned against it.

" Oh Sunghoon...." You breath it out while touching your heart.

"Why does the couch smell....like Cologne?....and why are you standing there looking dumbly? And why is there food on the table?" Jungwon pass by and stare at you. You widen your eyes open. You forgot to put all the food away!

" and why don't you stop asking questions! The door was for me, I did have a movie marathon before taking a nap, oh and I let my friend Sunghoon sit with me and eat some food-"

" But the food looks untouched!" Jungwon said examining a popcorn curiously and trying it after it.

" oh my god Yang Jungwon just shut up! What do you want to hear from me? That I slept with him or something?..." You acted annoyed. Hopefully he believes in you cuz baby Jungwon can be quiet an observer and a doubter.

" So you did slept with him?" Suddenly gives you his signature Lenny Face. " MOM-" he screamed.

" JUNGWON! JUNGWON! what's wrong with you! I'm not like that! Gross! Me inviting some boy to sleep with in my own house is just simply disgusting and disrespectful......kid what do you even know you're just a child just go play Pokemon with Sunoo and Riki...." You pushed him away and sat on the couch grabbing some chips.

After a minute.

" Y/n! Your room smells like Sunghoon! I'm finally telling mom and dad!" You widen your eyes and jump from the couch. " Listen here you Jaden Smith wannabe! I didn't do shit you know Sunghoon can be very mischievous! That boy started messing around my house!"

" I know.....but his cologne is all over you as well THE couch and YOUR BEDROOM!......but not in any other area...... coincidence? " Jungwon smiled feeling proud in bothering you.

" Yang Jungwon go to hell....." You said getting into your room leaving a smirking Jungwon, leaning against the frame of his door with his arms crossed over his chest, feeling so proud in making you mad. Now he really pissed you off....but why though?.... You're not sure if he really believes you did anything naughty with your Sunghoon but you still gotta convince him you don't have anything to do with your secretly boyfriend.

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×Text Messages×

❄️SUNGHOON ⛸️❣️

Hey princess did anything weird happen today?

YOU

Besides me and you had a great time together today... 🤔 Actually yes! Jungwon is already suspecting about us! But don't worry daddy imma convince him there is nothing btw us 😉😏🙈🙊💦👅😋

❄️SUNGHOON ⛸️❣️

D-DADDY?!!

Umm...ok babe....you really good at convincing! Like the way you convince me to do your hw....and to do you....🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥-

YOU

Park Sunghoon......you better stop~~~🥵🥵🙊🥵🥵🙊

❄️SUNGHOON ⛸️❣️

Hewhew you started it princess 😉😏

Anyway goodnight tomorrow i got dance practices so gotta sleep early.....have nice dreams about me😘😘

YOU

You mean wet-skskskskss ok my baby my prince goodnight and have hot dreams about me😏😘😉🔥

❄️SUNGHOON ⛸️❣️

Ok why are we so dirty!? 🤔🙈 anyway

I Love You ♥️

YOU

Idk love were meant to be like this together 💖

LOVE YOU BABY💕

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[didsomeonesaydaddydraco]

Drive me crazy | Tom Felton one shot (smut)

Request: yes, by anon. 

Word count: 3,017

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Warning: sexual content, PDA, daddy kink, swearing, oral sex (female receiving)

It started as a stupid bet, and neither of us would have thought we would make it so serious. A month ago, Tom saw a stupid video on TikTok, where the couple wanted to see how long they can go without having sex. And of course he wanted to try it too. We both found it stupid, and thought we’d break after a week, but after eight whole days, we found a way to make it a little bit more spicy. Tom would come up behind me and kiss my neck while I was making breakfast, or I would go and sit on his lap in nothing but one of his tank tops. Small little things that we knew would drive the other crazy. We both tried to break the other and win this foolish bet. At first, I was actually glad that he found something that could make the quarantine life more interested, but when we reached the one month milestone in the bet, I knew we were both at the edge of madness. I had to do something. My body missed him, and I wanted to catch on fire when we were in the same room, yet alone in the same bed every single night. I would have gave up everything just to get my internal organs rearranged by Tom.

“Babe?” I called out his name. I heard the calming melody of the piano, and knew where I had to find him. I went to his little music room and watched how his long fingers ran on the keys. Tom always knew how to use those beautiful fingers of his. He looked up from the sheet music that was spread open in front of him and smirked at me. He knew very well what he was doing and he enjoyed seeing me suffer.

“Yes, darling?” His voice was low and he stretched his words. I had to bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning. My eyes wandered back to his fingers that were playing a faster song now. 

“We need to go grocery shopping and I thought we could go to the mall real quick” I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. I slowly slid down my hands on his shoulder blades, down on his chest and leaned to his ear. My lips brushed his ear as a whispered in his ear “I’m in the mood of a little bit of shopping” I kissed the thin skin behind his ear and gently scratched his chest with my nails. I felt his whole body tensed under my touch. I smiled to myself, knowing that he was as famished as I was. He was in my hands, and I wasn’t going to give him any mercy.

———-

We were walking hand in hand in the mall, enjoying that we were finally out of the house, even if we had to wear our masks. Tom was talking about a new trick that he wanted to teach Willow, and I tried not to pour cold water on him by telling him Willow hated to learn new tricks, because she preferred play time and naps with her Daddy. My eyes were scanning the shops and the shopwindow, trying to find something that I actually liked, but all my previous plans about buying some new clothes for spring, and some new hoodies for Tom were long forgotten when my eyes caught a glimpse of my favourite lingerie shop. 

“Come” I dragged him with me. I knew all his weak spots, and one of them being Italian lingerie. Lord knows how many of it ended up in the bin just after hours of purchasing them. They made Tom go crazy and brought out the raw caveman in him, which always left me shaking in bed and not being able to walk properly for days. 

“Didn’t you buy this stuff last month?” He asked me with tilted eyebrows. He could be so daffy sometimes “Or did they end up in pieces?” I laughed and walked in to the store, with Tom closely following me. I knew what I wanted and what I had to do to get it, and I wasn’t planning to play a fair game with him. 

I walked around the store, looking for the most beautiful, most revealing lingerie that I could find. I was playing with the different kind of fabrics, showing Tom, asking him to feel it himself and imagine how good it must feel against my skin. With each set, his patience was getting smaller and smaller, and his actions became possessive - always blocking me from other male costumers who were there with their partners. I was dancing on very thin ice, but I wanted to break the ice. 

“I’ll go and try these on” I kissed his cheek sweetly, dangerously close to his lips. I went to the changing rooms with a few new pieces of lingerie and waited for him to catch up with me “Be a dear, and hold my bag in the meantime, yeah?” I smiled at him innocently and closed the door of the changing room. I hesitated about my choice, but I finally settled with a black, lacy set with a suspenders attached to the bottom. I let my hair out of the messy bun and checked my reflection. I was more than satisfied with what I saw in the mirror. The lingerie fitted perfectly, my hair was wavy from the bun and it covered my shoulders. My face was glowing, I had a little red colour in my cheeks and my eyes were dark from lust and the fire in them made them look like they were shining like stars on the pitch black sky. I slowly opened the door, and leaned to the frame, playing with the ends of my hair as a looked at Tom, who was sitting on the sofa, placed right in front of the changing rooms. He was doing something on his phone, but he dropped it the second he looked up and saw me. His eyes turned black from icy blue in just a second, and he was on his feet. 

“So” I smirked at him, straightening up and turning around so he could get a better look at my chosen set “What do you think?” As a response, he pushed me back to the changing room and closed the door behind him. He threw my bag to the corner and pushed me against the wall behind me. His hands were gripping my hips and his face was inches away from mine. I could feel his heavy breathing on my skin and the burning of his gaze on my body. This was the exact reaction I wanted from him. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me. His chest was pressed to mine and his thigh was between my legs, brushing against my aching core. 

“You drive me fucking crazy, woman” he growled in my ear and aggressively bit my skin on my shoulder. He was clever. He knew this game very well, and he still tried to win even though we both knew he lost the second he pushed me back to the changing room. Game was over, and I won our bet. And I knew my price was going to leave me shaking, screaming and unable to walk for days after this but it was so worth it “I want to taste you so bad” 

“Fuck this” I said and pulled him down to me. Kisses weren’t banned throughout the bet, but this definitely felt different than those. We didn’t care about it anymore, we just wanted to feel each other again. 32 days of abstinence was in that kiss. I felt his love, his lust, his struggle, his hunger and his desire. Tom’s grip got tighter and his kiss got deeper and more demanding. His hands wandered from my hips to my backside, smoothing his palms on the shape of it and grabbing it with such force it made me moan into his mouth. With this, he had the perfect chance to slip his tongue into my mouth and find its partner and ask it for a dance. I let go of my grip on his shirt and slowly slid down my right hand on his chest, his stomach and even more slowly on his abdomen until I reached him. He was already rock hard under my touch, and that deep groan that I loved so much broke out from him when I gently palmed him. With my left hand, I dig into his hair and pulled it slightly.

“Darling” he moaned and kissed alongside my jawline, his arms holding me closer than ever. I felt like a goddess under his touch. Tom’s hands left my backside and ran up on my back, straight to my hair. He pulled my hair with his left hand to tilt my head back so he could look into my eyes “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” His voice was deep and raspy, it was enough to push me into another dimension. Tom’s right hand grabbed my neck and held me in my place. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip and squeezed my neck gently, just how I liked it “You’ve been such a naughty little girl”

“Babe, please” I whispered and kissed his thumb, never breaking the eye contact. He was in my hands and I wasn’t letting him go so easily. Tom tilted his head to the side, his dark and dangerous side showing a little.

“Please what, princess?” He looked at me like a predator looks at its prey. My blood froze in my veins but blew up in just a second, under his gaze. I felt the heat rising between my legs and my knees seemed to be too weak to hold me any longer. Tom helped me to stay steady by locking my body between the wall and his body “Tell me what you want”

“Don’t be gentle” my voice was shaky. Tom cooed at me and brought his thumb to my lips, forcing it between my lips. I gently sucked on it and closed my eyes, imagining all the things I wanted to do to him and all the things I wanted him to do to me right there and then. 

“What else do you want?” His lips were on my neck, leaving wet kisses and bite marks all over my skin. He was trying to push me to my edges. He was controlling me, and I was happily obeying him, which turned him on even more. He lived for being in control and being dominant in the bedroom, and I was perfectly submissive for him “Say it, baby girl”

“I want you to push my knees apart and paint my thighs with purple kisses” my eyes were begging him. Begging for him to ease my pain and make me feel fully alive. I wanted to scream his name and hold onto him while both of us came down from our highs. 

“Such a good girl” Tom was satisfied with me. And when he was, he always rewarded me with something “Daddy fucking loves you” he whispered in my ears and let go of my neck, sliding down his hand on my chest, grabbing my breast, massaging it while his lips kissed me with passion and hunger. Tom’s hands were exploring my whole body, they were everywhere where I wanted him the most. 

“Tom” I whimpered under his touch. I was craving him and I had enough of the teasing. I was burning inside and needed him to let me cool down “Do something, damnit” he looked amazed by my sudden demanding and bold tone. His fingers finally found my genitalia and hummed at how wet I was already. He slid his finger in the black lace thong and stroked slowly between my folds, pushing on my clit to make me go crazy. He started moving his finger painfully slow on my clit, pushing on it harder  after a few strokes. He was fast to cover my mouth with his free hand to dim my moan when he suddenly pushed two fingers in me. Tom moved his fingers in a steady pace, not letting me to close my eyes. 

“Quiet, baby girl. We don’t want anyone to find out what we’re doing, do we?” He whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe gently. I nodded slowly, my eyes shutting at the pleasure of finally feelings his hands on me again. Tom pulled his finger out and brought it to my mouth, touching my lips with it “Now suck” he ordered and my lips parted automatically at his tone. He pushed his finger in my mouth, watching with a satisfied look on his face as a sucked on it “That’s it, darling. Now be a good girl for daddy and stay quiet”

“Yes, daddy” I whispered and leaned my head on the wall, closing my eyes and enjoying the wet kisses on my skin what Tom left on me as he slowly moved down on my body and kneeled in front of me. He pulled down my soaking wet undies and threw it to the other end of the changing room. He slid his hand up on my calf and grabbed my right leg and placed it on his shoulder. My hands found their way to his hair and pulled it softly when I felt his lips on the inner side of my thigh. He planted open kisses on it, biting on the thin and sensitive skin, sucking on it to leave his mark on my body for him to admire his work of art later. 

“So soft” he spoke in a low voice and kissed along my bikini line “And so wet” he blew on my clit which made me shiver from pleasure “All for me” Tom’s praising was melody to my heart and soul, and it just made me want him even more if it was possible. His lips pecked my skin, slowly finding their way to my core. I had to bit my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming a little when I finally felt his warm tongue flicking my clit and diving inside of my fold while his lips closed up on my clit. His hands were grabbing my thigh on his shoulder, and the other pushing my hip to the wall, forcing me to stay still. My back arched at the satisfaction and my fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling on it with every gentle stroke he left on me. 

“Look at me” I almost sobbed when Tom stopped for a bare second just to order me and bite on my skin again “I want you to look at me while I’m eating you out” I obeyed his order, knowing very well if I didn’t, he would have stopped “God, you taste so fucking good, princess” 

“Don’t stop” I whimpered and pushed his head back which made him chuckle darkly, but chose to give me what I wanted. He let go of my leg and teased my slit, drawing small circles, before spitting on it and pushing them inside without any warning. His fingers were hitting the right spot every time and he double my pleasure and joy with moving his tongue on my clit quickly. My breathing became heavier and quicker as I was getting closer and closer to reach my high. It was impossible to stop myself from shaking and pushing my lower parts to his face. He looked perfect between my thighs, with his fingers deep inside me and his tongue spelling the most beautiful poems on my clit, while his dark eyes drowned me in “Fuck, Tom” I hissed. He sped up the movements of his fingers and gently bit on my clit. The suddenly came slight pain pushed me to the very edge and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I covered my mouth from moaning his names loudly. It was a torture, not being able to show how amazing he felt. 

“Come on princess, come on my face” his breath tickled my pussy as he spoke “Be a good girl and come for daddy” he bit my skin above my Venus mound. His fingers curved inside me, making me see stars from pleasure. He harshly sucked on my clit, pushing his warm and strong tongue on it to give me the full satisfaction. His voice, his look, the way his fingers literally conjured me and a month without having him inside me was enough to completely destroy me and push me to the land of pleasure. My leg gave up and Tom had to hold me while I rode out my high on his face. I felt his smile on my skin and he cleaned me up with his tongue, enjoying the taste of me. He slowly pulled out his finger and brought it to his lips, licking my juice from them and smiling at me darkly. 

“Get dressed” he kissed me sweetly, but I could feel the hunger in it “We’re going home. I’m not finished with you yet” he said and tucked my hair behind my ear “I want to hear you scream my name” he whispered in my ear “I want you to shake under me and beg for me” I swallowed hard, already feeling myself getting hot just by his words. He gave me my clothes and turned around to leave me alone to get my clothes back on, but he suddenly turned around before he exited the changing room “And I’m buying all of these” he said and grabbed all of the lingerie that were still untouched and hung on the clothes peg. By the time I was ready, Tom already paid for the different coloured and different styled lingerie and was waiting for me impatiently in front of the store. It was safe to stay, we didn’t left our bedroom for the rest of the weekend. 

[sokkisky]

~please puppy~

Want to make a request: https://forms.gle/v5kKffJDA7bc6uNz6

Rating: Spicy 

Characters: Bottom Izuku Midoryia, Thick Y/N 

You walked around the house wearing thin loose short shorts and a cute hoodie. You felt your ass jiggle a little as you walked to the sofa sinking into the comfort.  You stretched out on the sofa laying out getting comfortable. “Hey puppy!” Izuku called out from the other room. He walked in shirtless wearing only loose basketball shorts. “Puppy, can we cuddle?” he said. His movements were off, like something was bothering him, his voice quivering slightly. 

You looked up and over at him. “Oh hey Izu, we can cuddle if you want.” you reached your arms out towards Midoryia, inviting him in close to you. He laid on top of you, his left leg between the both of yours and your right on the other side of your thigh. Izuku rested his head on your chest.

You laid there together for a while, playing in his hair when you noticed he was moving slightly. You stopped messing in his hair as you realized he was slightly grinding on your thigh. The realization of his hard cock being what was on your thigh made you flustered. “Izu what are you-” you started before being cut off by Izuku’s small whimpers. 

“Puppy… please.. Let me…” he pleaded looking up at you finally meeting your gaze. Izuku began to grind harder against your thigh. He rubbed his hard cock against your thigh getting off to the pressure against him. He whimpered, the pleasure making soft moans escape from his lips. “Izuku, you’re being so naughty.” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. You bent your leg a little pushing your thigh harder into his cock. “Ah! O-oh puppy.” Izuku moaned out. 

You kissed him as he grinded his cock against your thigh. His hands snaked up to your chest rubbing your nipples between his fingers. “A-are you sure t-this is o-okay?” he stammered between heavy breaths. You nodded, watching him get off to you turned you on. 

Izuku sped up a little, becoming desperate for more. “If you were horny you could’ve told me” you said watching as his face turned red and his cheeks got hot. His eyes glossy looking into yours. You knew he was shy about these kind of things. 

You watched as Izuku came undone against your thigh. “Puppy! Puppy, ah.. Pup-. coming! I’m I-, I’m gonna cum!” Izuku cried out, holding you tighter to him. You felt a sudden wetness against your thigh as he came, his seed spilling out of his cock. His shorts slightly stained. He quivered against you, his voice trembling as he apologized for making a mess. 

You sat up, pulling down your shorts making Izuku hard all over again. “Puppy, what are you-” he stammered before you pulled him into a kiss. 

“Izu, my turn.” 

[mmvalentine]

Hiiii! I don't know if someone else has done it but in acofas there is a mention of a spicy scene in which feysand do the naughty in the air above Velaris, OR what could have happened if Mor didn't interrupt them when she told them they had to visit the court of nightmares before solstice OR even all of the fluff we've missed about how they built the river estate and when they moved in. I was just wondering if any of these scenes/ideas are something you'd be intrigued to do or elaborate. And I love your blog, it brings me joy anytime you post feysand content!

OHHHH LOOKING FOR A SMUTTY TIME ARE WE? You have come to the right place, lover x

Midflight

I knew it was a bad idea. Knew from the moment we made eye contact, but it had been almost a week since we’d last fucked and that was the longest we’d gone since the mating. And then here she was, tucked up against my chest as we flew down from the House of Wind, the smell of her hair in my nostrils thick as woodsmoke. To make matters worse, it appeared Feyre was feeling the separation too, because her hands, usually locked firmly around my neck when I flew her, kept roving over my chest. She made slow circles, then buried her face under my jaw. Inhaled at my throat, and I had to forcibly unclench my fingers from where they had gripped suddenly too tight at the places I touched her. Feyre gave a little shiver, and put her tongue on my neck.

“Wicked, cruel thing,” I chastised her. Of course, when had Feyre ever listened to me?

She just moved her nose up the side of my ear, and stretched out a hand behind me. To stroke against the inside of my wing.

I shuddered so hard I almost stopped us still. “Feyre,” I said, through clenched teeth. “Behave.” For the sake of my fucking sanity, I thought.

But she just stared up at me with wide, gorgeous eyes that I could drown in. And kept her infernal fingers stretched out, so with every beat of my wings they brushed up against the sensitive underside. It was absolutely not okay. I resolutely did not meet her gaze, because I knew it would be my undoing. Always was my undoing. “Dearest, if you do not move your hand, I cannot be held responsible for the outcome.” And Feyre, wicked, lovely Feyre, leaned into my ear and whispered, “I dare you.”

And that did it. I looked down, fell straight into the blue of her eyes and the small parting of her full lips, and before I knew it I had let go of her legs to pull at the ties of her pants.

Feyre moved immediately, wrapping herself around me and locking her legs behind my back. I wrenched my own pants down at the front, holding just enough awareness to throw a cloak up before I sank myself deep into her.

And holy fucking fresh hell was she exquisite.

I don’t know how, but this female wrested my mind and soul every time. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. I never was. The sound that rolled from her throat had me fucking into her, holding her up by the backs of her thighs while she dug her nails into my shoulders. Threw her head back in beautiful ecstasy as I pounded hard and fast into her, working out a week’s worth of frustration.

And the next minute, I glanced up over her shoulder and this terracotta rooftop was screaming toward us.

“Fuck,” I bit out, and pulled up hard, the backs of my wings screaming with effort. We jolted upward, and managed not to break anything.

Safe in the air above, I just hung there for a moment, beating my wings and breathing in relief.

I held her tightly, hugging her tiny, fragile body to myself. Gods but I loved this female.

Then Feyre giggled, and I realised I was still hilt-deep inside of her, and then she proper belly-laughed and I don’t have the words to describe how the movement felt around my cock. Not when the husky sound of it was muffled in my neck, and I could feel her smiling lips on my skin. I grabbed her hips once more and fucked her on the spot, and the grin dropped from her face as she pulled my mouth to hers. It was barely another minute before she was screaming in my arms, and we were coming together in the empty expanse of blue sky.

And then she started shaking, and I pulled back to see actual tears of laughter rolling down her face. I cleaned us up with magic, and readjusted our clothing. “What?” I asked her. “You… you…” she got out. “You… nearly… crashed us into a building,” she said finally, and then positively cackled.

I rolled my eyes, smacked her backside, and took us back to the townhouse. Let her laugh. She didn’t know I was bending over the bannister when we got home.

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BONUS: Interrupted In my head, Mor not only interrupts them but keeps talking to them through the door, running through the finer details of the night’s plans. Rhys tells her they’re getting ready but just slides into Feyre, and then holds his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, even as he he fucks her so hard her eyes roll back in her head. When she climaxes, Feyre bites down on Rhys’ hands so hard she nearly draws blood, but she doesn’t make a sound, and Rhys purrs “good girl” into her ear before putting his cock in her mouth, and coming with his hands on the headboard and his bottom lip between his teeth.

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[ballerinaroy]

the girlfriend experince

This was written for accio_broom the Romione Discord secret Santa (go and check out the other fics in the collection). I hope you enjoy and have a very happy holiday!

On Ao3

Since Hermione had stepped foot off the train, they hadn’t gotten a moment to themselves. Christmas shopping, popping in at her parents, dinner with his own. At long last they’d been able to escape fleeing back to his and Harry’s flat, where, miraculously they found themselves alone.

For some reason Ron had worried that he should be nervous for the first moment it was just the two of them but found that there was no need for it. They’d opened the bottle of wine they’d picked out from the shop across the street, kicking off their shoes and made straight for the cushy sofa Bill and Fleur had donated to them. He let out a long breath, sinking into the cushion and stuffing a pillow behind him.

“Some holiday this has been,” Hermione commented, sitting down beside him. “I feel like I haven’t stopped running since I got off the train.”

He put his arm around her and she sighed, leaning into him. “Is now a good time to bring up the surprise party tonight?”

Hermione looked at him, horrified. “There isn’t-”

He grinned, “Nah, but I told mum there was so I could get you to myself for a few hours.”

“How chivalrous of you,” she said dryly, snuggling back down and taking a sip of her wine.

Ron smiled, picking up a strand of her hair and twisting it around his fingers. “Your hair’s getting long.”

“Slughorn did a unit on beauty potions the last week of term,” Hermione told him. “Our final assignment was to make our own.”

“You did a nice job,” Ron said appreciatively.

Hermione gave a mischievous look. “Smell it.”

He gave her a strange look but obliged, leaning down and sniffing her scalp. She pulled away, looking at him as he pondered the abnormal scent.

“Can you guess?”

“I don’t really—hang on-“ He frowned, leaning in again. “It smells like you only, a little spicy, like spice cake and, snow and-?“

He struggled, feeling an odd sense of de-ja-vu.

“The effect might have worn off a little,” Hermione said, bringing her hair up to her nose and sniffing, a content smile spreading across her face.

He smelled her a third time and it dawned on him. “Hermione, did you put amortentia in your potion?”

Hermione grinned up at him. “Sort of.”

“Oh that’s brilliant,” he said. “Why hasn’t anyone thought of it before?”

“It won’t keep for very long,” she explained. “I think only a week or so, it’d be pretty expensive to make on your own.”

“Brilliant,” he said again, sniffing the top of her head once more and pressing a kiss to it.

Hermione giggled, tilting up her face to kiss him which he obliged, his right hand against her face, stroking her cheek.

“I wish our whole holiday could be like this,” Ron murmured against her lips several minutes later.

“Mmh,” Hermione agreed, opening her eyes and brushing back his fringe. “Tomorrow should be fun.”

“Your parent's Christmas Eve party always a hit?” he inquired.

“Well,” Hermione shrugged. “It’s catered and you’ll be there.”

“And you know how well I get along with doctors.”

“It won’t just be doctors,” Hermione told him. “My great-aunt and cousins are coming into town. They’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Have they?” Ron asked. “That tall, charming ginger you’ve been talking about.”

“Mmh, and the word rude never came up,” Hermione told him. “Not even once.”

He rolled his eyes and Hermione grinned. “What about your Christmas?”

“You’ve been to my Christmas,” Ron told her.

“I haven’t,” she argued.

“Three years ago-“

“That was at Grimmauld Place, that doesn’t count,” Hermione said and her lips pouted a little as she begged. “Oh, come on, give me the ‘girlfriend coming to your parents for the first time experience.”

“Experience?” Ron asked doubtfully.

“Pretend I’m not me-“

“I’d rather not-“

“-and tell me what it’s going to be like,” Hermione said, pouting. “Please, I’ve never done the holiday at the Burrow. Warn me what I’m in for.”

Ron sighed, “Alright, but only if you bring me a refill.”

She rolled her eyes but obliged him, summoning the half-empty bottle from the kitchen and refilled both of their glasses. They clinked their glasses together and Hermione looked up at him admiringly.

“Alright, alright,” he said when she refused to kiss him. “Holidays at the Burrow. Well, the place is about as loud as a place can me, but you already know that. I’ve got five older brothers and each one is more competitive than the last.”

“Five?” she asked him.

“Bill’s the oldest, and his wife Fleur thinks she’s a looker-“

“Thinks?”

“Been stalking my family in the paper’s have you?” Ron asked, getting into it at last and enjoying himself.

“What can I say, had to make sure I got the looker?” Hermione said and winked at him. “Which I did.”

Ron rolled his eyes at her. “Sure, sure. Then there’s Charlie, he works with dragons. Got hair longer than my sister’s. At some point over the weekend mum’ll try and chop if off and it’ll be a whole thing. He’ll act pissed but he doesn’t mind being tended after like that.”

“Percy is next. Bit of a prat. We should really come up with a signal to rescue one another, otherwise, he’ll corner you half the night. He always acts like he’s above us, but when it comes down to chess or cards he’ll get dirty with the rules to make sure he wins.”

“Sounds like a nightmare to grow up with.”

“You’ve no idea,” Ron said dramatically. “Twins are next. George is pretty quiet these days. It’ll be rough for him. It’s alright if you don’t know what to say. He just needs someone to listen to him. Whenever he talks just, just talk with him for a minute. Show him that you care.”

He felt his eyes water up and gave his throat a moment to relax. Hermione said nothing, pressing a kiss to his chest and giving him a squeeze. At last, when he felt he could go on, they clinked together their glasses again and drank, giving Ron time to compose himself.

“Then there’s me,” Ron said, clearing his throat. “I’m alright, been in the papers quite a bit though, but you already know that, don’t you?”

“You’ve got an impressive resume,” Hermione said, going along with it.

“And last is my sister. Don’t let her age or size fool you though. She can drink any of us out from under the table. Got us all wrapped around her finger too, though she’ll never admit it.”

“Sound like your parents had quite their hands full raising all of you,” Hermione said.

“Marvelous job they did. Seven Gryffindors through and through. Brave till the end.” Ron said, taking another drink. “Oh and then there’s Harry. Brought him home a few years back and he’s never left. You didn’t hear this from me, but he’s mum’s favorite.”

“Is he now?”

“Eh, he’s earned it this year.” Ron told her. “Speaking of my mum, louder than the rest of us. Had to be through, to keep us all in line. She’s heard lots about you though, so she’ll be on her best behavior. Dad’s more fun, he likes to tinker with muggle things and tell us stories. They’re a good team, raised us right and are still in love despite their house nearly being burned down once a week.”

“They sound lovely.”

“They are,” Ron said fondly.

“So how about the holidays?” Hermione asked, “What should I expect?”

“Hmmm, you’ll wake up to presents at the foot of your bed,” Ron began. “So if you sneak into my room you’ll have to sneak back. I’ve learned to get away with a lot but I think finding a bird in my bed might just get me on the naughty list.”

Hermione giggled. “Can’t have that.”

“And then there’s brunch in pajamas, lounging around the house. We have a big meal in the afternoon. Mum’ll be in the kitchen all morning preparing it. There’s no telling who will drop by. Mum and dad invite everyone they know so everyone will have a place to come if they need it. Year before last we had the minister.”

“Did you?” Hermione feigned surprise.

“And only mostly to talk to Harry,” Ron gave her a wink. “If the snow is good we’ll have a fight in the afternoon, before dinner. And then it’s time around the fire for the Celestina Warbeck concert with a cup of hot cocoa and then off to bed.”

“Sounds lovely,” Hermione said with a yawn.

“It will be,” he said with a smile. “Ready for bed?”

Hermione nodded, “Pathetic, aren’t we? Not even ten and we’re tucking in.”

“Now now, Hermione I didn’t say anything about sleeping.” He told her, standing up and offering her a hand. She bit her bottom lip and let him pull her up.

“Oh?”

He looked her up and down as she pressed against him. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. Not a chance.”

“Well,” she said, looking a little breathless. “Let’s make the most of it.”

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Sheehanoween

Probably one of my favourite Rob gifs (credit to Vousnavezrienvu) & I was hoping you could write a somewhat spicy Nathan x reader drabble based off it? No other prompt, surprise me :3 Also this is such a fun event! Thank you for hosting it and congrats on 400 followers!

Thanks for the kind words! Your wish is my command. More about the event here. Send your gifs!

Breaking Eggs

Nathan Young x Fem!Reader

Warnings: saucy smut, Nathan being Nathan, naughty language.

Note: this went from being somewhat spicy to a full blown smut session. I wasn’t planning that, but it just happened. I hope that’s okay!

“Would you like to come for dinner and stay for breakfast?” Nathan wagged his eyebrows suggestively, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Where are we supposed to go, the community center?” you replied. You and Nathan had been flirting and engaging in the sort of ‘will they or won’t they’ banter that made your other mates roll their eyes, and you decided, fuck this, it’s time to see what this boy could do.

“Nah, my mum’s outta town. She and… the guy who lives with her are going to Wales to some nature spa.” The sentence made Nathan look like he wanted to spit out something nasty. You laughed.

“Alright then, dinner it is. No promises on the breakfast though.”

“Oooh but you didn’t say no to breakfast,” Nathan said, nodding and looking very smug. “I am so in.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away without saying anything, but you couldn’t help but feel the excitement. You were definitely planning on taking him to bed tonight.

Later, at Nathan’s mom’s house, you polished off a surprisingly decent meal of spaghetti with red sauce and garlic bread. Sure, it was a simple meal that basically anyone could make, but he pulled it off quite well.

“Compliments to the chef,” you said, clinking your beer bottle against his, and pushed away from the table, draining the rest of your beer. “Alright then,” you said, standing up. “Where’s your room?”

Nathan looked surprised. “Really? Um. Well, down the hall and to the left…” he gestured vaguely.

“Meet you in there in five minutes?” you asked.  “I’m just going to freshen up real quick.”

“Wha?” Nathan stammered. “Is this happening?” He sprang to his feet. “Oh yeah baby. You will not regret this. See you in five,” and he sprinted off into the depths of the house. His enthusiasm never ceased to amuse you.

You found Nathan’s old room, which from the looks of things was in the process of being turned into a spare room/sewing room, and went to the mirror to fix your hair and make sure your makeup looked alright. You popped a mint in your mouth to chase away the garlic from dinner, and checked your teeth for spots. When you were satisfied, you unbuttoned your shirt and sat on the bed to wait for Nathan.

A few moments later he appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but a plush black robe. You stifled a laugh. “Bit presumptuous, are we?”

“Hey when a woman asks where your bedroom is and tells you to meet her there in five minutes, I think we’re beyond presumption at this point.” he countered. “Besides, judging by the state ‘o your blouse, I’m not the only one doing the presuming.”

“Touché,” you laughed. You leaned back a bit on the bed and let your blouse fall open a bit more, exposing your black bra. “Come here.”

Nathan didn’t need to be told twice. He walked toward you and made to sit on the bed, but you stopped him with your hand. “Take that off first,” you said.

Nathan smiled as he peeled off the plush robe, and he stood before you, starkers. You licked your lips at the sight; he looked good naked. He was skinny, but his muscles were toned and he had beautiful skin. Your eyes traveled south, taking in his full essence. “Nice,” you said, biting your bottom lip and smiling. You shimmied out of your blouse and kicked your pants off, leaving you only in your bra and knickers.

With no further preamble, Nathan sat beside you on the bed. Your faces were inches apart, and when you met his gorgeous eyes, your breath caught in your throat. “You know,” you said, your voice a bit rough. “You’re pretty hot when you’re not being a prat.”

“You’re just now realizing this?” he said with a chuckle. “Well, better late than never, I always say,” and he bent his head to kiss your neck. Your breath quickened. “Nathan,” you said.

“Mmm?” he hummed into the side of your neck, where he was trailing kisses down your skin, which had broken out in gooseflesh.

“Kiss me,” you sighed. In half a second, he removed his mouth from your neck and pressed his lips over yours, gently at first, and then harder. You laid back on the bed and Nathan laid down beside you. Your lips opened to him and he kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you returned the kiss in kind as he unhooked your bra and slid it off of you. He didn’t break the kiss as his right hand snaked south down to your knickers, and with long fingers he brushed your clit through the thin fabric, causing your breathing to grow erratic. He played with your clit and kissed you hard and deep for several moments, until you panted, “I’m ready, Nathan.”

He deftly slid your kickers off and climbed on top of you, hooking his right elbow under your left knee to lift your leg and tilt your pelvis. With his left hand he cupped the back of your head, and then he slid into you. You inhaled sharply at the sense of suddenly being filled and you arched your back. His thrusts at first were slow and rhythmic, allowing you both to acclimate to each other. He kissed you again, and you moaned into his mouth as his thrusting grew more forceful. He grunted and broke the kiss, his hips slamming into yours, your ass slapping audibly against his thighs, and you cried out as you rocked together roughly. He lifted the leg he had hooked through his arm higher and rested your ankle on his shoulder, then bent forward, increasing the angle and sensation. He was now hitting you so deep you felt like you were going to come apart in the best way.

“Nathan,” you panted as he fucked you, and with his left hand he grabbed the headboard to gain even more leverage. You raked your nails down his back, making him inhale with a hiss, and then he moaned. You bit the side of his neck and marked him as you felt your orgasm approaching. “God Nathan… I’m gonna come…” you breathed haltingly, his delightfully punishing pace not slowing in the slightest.

“Come on then,” he said, and pulled away just enough to lock eyes with you, and so it was that you were drowning in those beautiful green eyes as your climax arrived with a crash. Your hips bucked so hard you thought you might throw him off, but he kept going as you thrashed and cried out, the spasms rocking you senseless. It was a short time later that you felt Nathan shudder and jerk as his own orgasm took him, and he climaxed into your depths, capturing your lips again with his, and so he finished with another deep kiss.

When it was over, neither of you seemed able to move right away. Eventually Nathan rolled off of you and lay on his back beside you. You looked over at him and chuckled contentedly.

“Wha?” he said, still short of breath. “Was that alright?”

“Fuck Nathan,” you replied. “That was awesome.”

“Yeah boy,” he said smugly, and gave himself a high five. You burst out laughing.

“Did you just give yourself a high five?” you cackled, laughing even harder as you said it.

“Yeah, so?” he said. “What kind of world are we livin’ in where a man can’t congratulate himself for a job well done?”

You stood and started pulling on your clothes. “You ruined it mate,” you said, grinning. “Now I’m definitely not staying for breakfast.”

“Oh hey now,” Nathan cried, standing up and throwing on his robe.

“Nah, the spell is broken,” you said, and left the room.

Nathan sputtered more protestations as he followed you out of the room and into the house, but it was pointless. You had already made up your mind to stay for breakfast.

And breakfast, as it turns out, was bloody fantastic.

[horrorslashergirl]

Rudolph Myers

.This one wormed its way inside my head when I was doing some Christmas shopping and saw a Rudolph costume and taught ‘Michael sure would look hot with horns’.

I am sure that I’m going to hell. Oh well....Cheers guys and an early Merry Christmas!~

Michael Myers x Reader

Warning: NSFW content below...you’ve been warned.

Christmas was probably your second favorite holiday, first been Halloween thanks to your hard as a rock boyfriend. He wasn’t so excited peer say to Christmas, it was too jolly for his brutal personality, beside he hated snow and how his hands were freezing on the handle of his infamous kitchen knife.

For your sake of course he sucked up, after all you didn’t complain this years Halloween when he came all blood dripping in your house, making a mess that you needed almost a week to clean up.

So here you were decorating the Christmas tree that maybe was a bit too big. Your luck was that you bought new Christmas decorations these year so you had enough to fill the whole tree. You tried to reach the higher branches of the tree with no such luck so you went to get a chair, climbing on it to put glitter silver stars.

As you were done with the stars, you took another box of decorations, those been little angels, but when your eyes looked up in the entry of the living room was no other than Michael. You didn’t even hear him; sometimes you cursed his stealthy moves, but right now all you needed to do was to bite your lower lip, trying not to burst into laughters.

Right now Michael was probably fumming behind his mask that amusingly had a pair of reindeer horns with golden bells on the faux hair of his mask and to match the horns a deep red Rudolph nose on the nose of his latex mask. Looking down you noticed a black leather collar with golden bells on it.

Yes, you remember that you persued Michael in dressing up for Christmas, saying it would be fun, since you pleased him in wearing these year Halloween a kitten costume, so it was only fairplay. You had to admit he looked quiet cute like that. If only you can imagine the Shape of Haddonfield dressed up like one of Santas reindeer, oh God! It was prieceless.

“Well, hello there Rudolph~” you teased and giggled, your only respons was Michael grumbling under his mask. He walked to the kitchen probably to feast opon more Christmas cookies, knowing his sweet tooth and appetite. You went on with your decorating, when the chair became to small for the last brances of the tree. Getting down you went to get the ladder, putting it next to the Christmas tree and climbing to finish the top. Maybe some 5 minutes passed when you heard bootsteps coming closer to you, stopping right behind you. Probably Michael wante to see your finish on the Christmas tree; that was when you felt your skirt been lifted a little. Turning your face to see what that big giant creeper was doing, your face felt like it was on fire.

That little shit peeked under your skirt! And worse you were wearing your favorite red lacy see-through panties. You were ready to kick him in the face when his strong arms picked you up with ease, spinning you around, until you were thrown on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, your face almost level with his volouptous derier.

“H-Hey! Let me d-down! MYERS!” you screamed as you banged your small fists on his broad hulk like back, as he took long calculated strides upstairs to his old bedroom and now presently you twos love nest. He kicked open the bedroom door with a bang and closed it with his foot. As he toosed you down the fluffy bedsheets you looked up at the tall hunk of a man as he loomed over you at the end of the bed, just like a predator if only for the Christmas costume, you couldn’t possibly take him seriously.

Still, with that leather collar and those alluring horns he looked kind of kinky. Maybe it could yurn out to be fun. Your lips pulled up in a naughty smirk as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Well then....come here then....Rudolph~” you beckoned Michael with your pointing finger, signalling him to come closer.

He didn’t needed to be told twitch; with one knee pressed on the end of the bed he crawled on all fours to your curvaceous form. As he was now on top of you, his piercing dark eyes meet your glossy shiny ones and you couldn’t hold his gaze anymore; his stare was just so intense even after such a long time he still had these effects on you.

His fingers trailed your form, from your thighs to your hip, then ghosting over your ribs and stopping over your collarbone, where there laied past bitemarks and hickeys from the last love-making you had with Michael. Those bruises where fading, but no worries, because the man above you would make sure to leave new ones today.

His hand moved a little higher until he reached your neck, where in a fraction of a second he had his large hand in a vice like grip on your throat, not enough to crush it to pieces to enough to play with your breath, showing you that he was in complet control, no buts or ifs; just like everytime. Your breath hitched and you let out a gasp of surprise, your tiny hands clutching on the sleve of his coveralls.

Been a little more daring today you moved your leg over his hip, the heel of your foot massaging the muscle of his thigh, making him freeze up a little only to slam his other hand on the headboard of the bed, making a loud noise echo in the empty two story house. Maybe a little bit too daring. The hand on the headboard trailed down to your shoulder just like the hand on the neck, both of them making their ways to the front of your button-up shirt and just like that he ripped it open, making buttons fly over the room down to the floor.

He was so rough and brutal in his movements; he was just himself, taking pleasure in seeing your shocked and wide-opened eyes look up at him. Michael was just making sure that your eyes were focused on him, he hated when you avoided eye contact with him. He pulled the bottom of his mask up, only for his mouth to be exposed. You noticed a little bit of stubble on his chin, making his apparence more roughish and manly. He shaved, well after he meet you you teached him some self care, altough you enjoyed when he had that second day stubble.

His mouth crashed on yours, taking your breath away. He was by far the complet opposite of vanilla, but you enjoyed it; it was so much more fun and he always managed to surprise you. His kisses where full of tongue and teeth crashing together, like a spicy up dance. You could get drunk in his kisses all day, having that taste of candies and blood from biting your lip to hard. As he pulled away from your tongue, his teeth caught your already bleeding bottom lip between his dangerous teeth that you knew could tear into flesh if he wanted to. His dark eyes remained on yours, looking at you as if he was saying ‘I dare you to disobey me’. Michael could talk and he did, but on rare occasions, but his eyes were speaking much more to you.

He let go of your lip as your head hit the pillow. Looking up at the dark man above you that was now sitting on his knees between your legs, with an too obviouse bulge inside his mechanic suit, he licked the remaining blood from his upper lip, his tongue ghosting outside his mouth like a snake. In the dark you could see the mischief that laied in Michaels eyes, even with his mask you could read them like an open book; maybe because he let you. One hand moved to your hip and turned you around, laying on your stomach, but not to long as his strong killer hands dig into your hips pulling your lower body up, sitting you on all fours. That was until one hand pushed right between your shoulder blades, making your face hit the pillow.

You knew what he meant ‘Face down, Ass up.’ What you learned about Michael was that he was a very complicated lover....in the bedroom. He could switch from been sensual to complet animalistic in a matter of second; altough the sensual part was very rare, just when he felt in a very good mood and now he wasn’t exaclly to happy, mainly because of your little teasing, mocking the Boogyman; such a wrong move.

Lifting your skirt up and ripping it in half he could now clearly see your lacy covered heat, a wet spot on the red fabric from the previous foreplay. His hand moved from your thigh to one of your buttcheeks, giving it a harsh slap followed by a rough gropping, leaving fingermarks. You only could moan at the harsh treatment, knowing it was in vain to fight him; let him take what he wants; that’s the rule. He did the same to the other buttcheek, then his fingers ghosted over your covered rose, just his fingertips touching you a little, teasing you, making you squirm. If you turned you would see his devious smirk as you let out wanton moans over and over again, muffled by the pillow.

Taking the top of your panties in his hand he pulled it up, giving your aching womanhood a good wedge, making you holler.

“M-Michael....Oh God!” you bt your lip as tears followed down the corners of your gloosy lust-filled eyes. The piece of lingery was now rubbing so harshly right between your lower lips, making you grind your teeths at the brute behind you who was probably now smirking smugly at your flustered form.

“E-Easy there R-Rudolph.” you looked at him from the corner of your eyes, deciding to poke the bear a little, after all you didn;t wanted to give him full on satisfaction. Instantly Michaels mouth was in a straight line and befor you could even blink anymore, he pulled your panties aside, sticking two long fingers right in your heat, knuckle deep, grinding it as you screamed at the force. His other hand was crushing right behind your neck, making sure you staied put. As you clenched on his fingers, your peak coming closer and closer until he withdrawed his fingers, making you whimper at the lose you were feeling in your stomach.

Your whimper only stopped when you could hear the faint sound of the metallic zipper of his coveralls been pulled down. Taking his lengh out he pulled the head of it on your lower lips, rubbing the hot pink head on your slit, coating it in your juices. It felt so hot that your knees where shaking in anticipation, knowing damn well what that monstrous manhood of his could do to your body. He was the complet definition of succulent male anatomy and you loved it, completly; you would cherrish this man to the end of your life.

You let out a gasp as the bulbous head of his cock slide inside your dripping folds, making your walls clench in anticipation as the lengh slide in inch by inch until he was inside, completly to the hilt, making your grind your ass on his hips, making him growl at your teasing gesture, until he grippied your hips in a dead like lock, giving you the simple silent phrase ‘I am in control.’ All you could o was accept his harsh control.

He pulled almost all of it out, letting just the head inside, then slamming back inside and again and again, over and over again; picking up his speed with each thrust, making your buttcheeks jiggle, with the occasional spankings. His sweaty chest moved over your back as his teeth grazed over your shoulder, nipping here and there, some bites very deep, other just teasingly there. Your eyes rolled inside your head as the head of his lengh hitted your cervix, making sweet shivers of pleasure crawl up your spine.

The hand that wasn’t pinning you down by your neck, sneaked between your legs, his thumb and index finger pinching and rubbing the little bud of nerves under the hood, sending electryfing shocks all over your sweating body, your toes curling with each thrust of Michaels hips. You knew he was getting closer too just from the rapid pace that he picked, the pistoning of his hips getting more sloppy, not to mention the erotic growls and groans that he let out in your ear as you felt the twitching of his lengh inside you.

With one final thrust you felt ropes of cum hitting your walls and cervix, painting your walls white. It was so much for you and he didn’t even stopped.

“Cum.” That sentence that leaved his chapped lips in a deep and roughish voice, made your walls clench around him, sending you on cloud nine, your nails creating little holes in the bedsheets that you were cluching in your fists until your knuckles turned white from presure.

In the silent bedroom all you could heard was both of you trying to catch your breathing after the intense love-making. He pulled out slowly and before both of your juices could leak out he pulled your lacy wet panties over your heat, then giving you one final spank over your red buttcheeks.

“Great....now my ass is as red as your nose, Rudolph.” you complained, trying to sit up and go to the shower, only to stumble over your steps. He smirked at your limping form as he watched his cum dripping down between your thighs.

He might enjoy from now on Christmas if each year would turn out like this one. That’s what Michael taught as he pulled his coveralls all the way down, leaving him naked as he walked to the shower where you were relaxing; his southern Rudolph standing up on attention already.

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Nails, Hair, Hips, Teeth, pt.2

A/N: Part two to that spicy little number I cooked up a bit ago. This one’s going to be a LOT more intense, I will be pulling full stops, there will be lots of fun things for you all to have fun with. Okay, wow this is WAAAY smuttier than I intended. Enjoy;)

Warnings: BDSM type behavior, unprotected sex (wrap that shit), oral sex (male and fem!receiving),vaginal fingering, biting, grinding, scratching, alcohol, smoking

 “Now, what the fuck am I supposed to wear to the parlor?” you ask yourself, going between the shared closet, once again. You thought of wearing something revealing, but that's too obvious. Something too much would make you look like someone who needed loosening up. One more gander at the closet and you had your opinion settled, a nice top, pants, and a little something for Luba underneath as soon as you say them.

  The travel to the parlor didn’t take too terribly long, you two lived right by it. Less than 10 minutes later, and you stepped out of your old Cadillac, the plain metal ones with a baby blue finish. Everything was quiet, which was perfect. No government officials, or Cactus to ruin your fun. Even if it was Halloween night, it was really fucking inactive. Your boot heels clicked on the road, and you walked into the parlor, your pussy quivering with excitement. As you stepped in, you could practically feel the sex seeping out of the closed doors, moans muffled by the thick doors, red carpet on the floor ruffled and wet in some places.

“Hey honey. Looking for Luba?” the woman at the desk asks you, taking a long drag of her cigarette, offering it to you.

“Yeah, they're in the back as usual?” you return, turning the offer away, but not hesitating to pour yourself a drink. You sipped it as you waited, and made small talk with the woman, and she relaxed against the desk, as you realized the cigarette was laced with trace amounts of weed. You giggled at the thought, and sank into the seat, waiting for Luba to arrive. 

  Soon enough, Tanya sauntered into the doorway, and asked you to scoot over, sitting down ever-so-gracefully next to you. She also made small talk, and some of the golden glitter from her skin made its way onto your suit jacket, but you chose not to move it. Luba liked glitter, and the two of you had a small collection in the linen closet. She snuggled up against your shoulder, and you hugged her, small breaths coming in return. You never knew that she fell asleep like that, but she was, and now even more glitter was on your getup, but it was just adding to the atmosphere. A few more minutes passed by, and with your drink gone, and the lady at the front desk reading with librarian glasses on, your eyes were beginning to droop. You’d been nodding off for a couple minutes by then, and your dreams were purely sexual. Luba taking you from behind in the bar. Him eating you out, dripping onto the hood of the ‘63 Cadillac. Him tying you up, dick hard as a rock, waiting to just devour you.

   You awoke from a door opening, so did Tanya, and Luba walked into the front room, in drag. Your body moved deeply from the sight, and you had to close your mouth to keep from moaning. They were pure sex and sensuality, and you were drowning in it. Drinking their form in, the ass, the hips…..and of course the tits. You felt yourself begin to heat up, staining your panties. Luba looked at your form on the couch, nipples perky from the air conditioning, legs spread due to extra space, hands by your sex. It was all they ever wanted. Someone to fuck and love, and absolutely get full of, drunk off of. Still wanting more though. Never getting tired and bored of the constant sex. Always open minded and spread legged, ready for anything and everything to be thrown at them. And you were just that for them. 

  Your eyes, lidded with lust matched your lover’s, and he made a finger motion, urging you to stand up and show yourself to him. And you did just that, setting Tanya to the side, putting a blanket over here, and a pillow near her head, hoping she was having a good rest. Your ass bent over just slightly, enough as to where Luba saw your little surprise for them, and their dick hardened at the thought of just ravishing you on that bed, in that house. Their lips curved at the thought, and he grabbed your hips, pressing them firmly against his crotch area, and even through all the padding and spandex, you felt it. Felt the hardness and lust, just waiting to be released into you, so willingly. Flooding your gates to the cusp of fullness, then taking it all back, only to be pushed right to the edge again, willingly and unforgivingly. You were waiting for him to make a move on you, and he did, just when you least suspected it. A light thrust of the hips into your bottom, causing your mouth to drop open, a moan asking, begging to be released into the steaming air.

“Don’t you fucking dare release that moan. Not in front of poor Tanya, what if she awoke to see this. You being a naughty bitch, moaning for my cock between your ass cheeks. Such a dirty girl waiting for me to do something to you. Well, too bad, I’m not going to do anything to you until we get home.” Luba said, grabbing your wrist and leading you to the Cadillac, which purred at his touch. 

  As Luba drove, your hand began to wander, under your clothes, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself, or have Luba touch you and finally have that beautiful release. You’d been craving it for so long, even though it’d only been hours. Your breath hitched as the air conditioning in the car turned on. The cold wetness gave you just a hint of release, but your finger brushed against the wrong button, and your mouth opened, letting out the most sultry of moans. Luba saw you from the corner of his eye, and you were lucky that the house was just a few yards away. His eyes squinted in the dark, the streetlights adding to the atmosphere. You quivered as your body calmed down from its’ orgasm, but close to nothing would prepare you for what Luba had planned for you, just for being naughty.

“Get out of the fucking car.” he said, hand on his hip, waiting for you to stand up. You smiled with antici(three second pause)pation. Your core was simply pulsing, and you rubbed your thighs together while walking, ready to cum yet again.

  You two walked into the house, and Luba calmly shut the door, waiting for you to strip, as was expected. You did so, but not completely. Their heels clicked against the wooden floor, and you sat on the bed, legs spread, fingers ghosting over your folds. They practically ran towards you when they saw your fingers entering your panties, almost dipping.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself like that. Making me wait all this time while you were being so naughty, so fucking filthy in the car. You didn’t think I could see you clenching and unclenching your fucking thighs. I could practically see the steam on your side of the car. Oh, and the moans too. God, I am going to have such fun with you tonight.” they purred, grabbing your chin, making you look right at them. Luba’s fingers slid across your chest, admiring the black lace. Your nipples were visible through the fabric, and all they wanted to do was to suck on those perky tits. However, that’s not the night was about. It’s about payback.

  Luba instructed you to bend over, doggy style, and you complied, hands in front of you. The tilted your ass ever-so slightly up, and you could hear fabric being undone. Looking at the mirror in front of you, you could see Luba undoing a good amount of the padding and spandex, stretching the red dress up on their figure. Their wig was on the floor, but the wig cap remained, and they drowned you in their power. Suddenly, they stopped.

“Turn around.”

You did. Your eyes on the prize.

“Now, suck my dick until your lungs give out.”

You did.

  You took Luba fully into your mouth, and although they’re quite a thin person, their cock made up for it. Tears pricked your eyes, and you grabbed onto their hips, forcing a gag down into your throat. You came off their length and took a breath, kissing the tip, giving small kitten licks, building up the tension in the room. Luba’s jeweled hand made its way to the back of your head, and you felt a small push, and soon enough, his tip was in your mouth, dripping pre-come into your mouth. Their member was heavier than usual, probably thanks to the raging boner they had, but other than that, you were feeling fine about this. You inched your way down their cock, enjoying every second of it. You chanced a look, and there Luba stood, eyes closed, lip bitten. You almost came again, right then and there. You moaned around their length, and they pushed your head again, setting off a chain reaction. Your finger reached back, past their hips, into Luba’s ass, and you fingered them, like you would yourself. They moaned heartily at the action, and their breath hitched as you added another finger. They began slowly thrusting into your mouth, breaths becoming more labored. You took them, and as soon as you reached the hilt, your mouth opened, and your tongue reached just far enough to touch their balls, your hand meeting it there. You took another deep breath, and throated Luba all the way, and they almost spilled their load right down your perfectly capable throat. Your fingers sped up in his ass, and you knew just the right spot to touch, but you refused to do so. Your mouth was just too warm, velvety, soft. And his prostate was right there, ready for you to touch it, massage it, play with it, and you did. Your fingers pressed into their prostate, and Luba screamed, scraping their nails down your back, almost breaking the skin. They were so horny, and wanting, and lust-crazed. You continued this pattern until you felt their balls clench, but Luba backed you up off of their length, opting to save their cum for later.

“Stand up for me, love.” they said, taking your hand, and helping you up. Then, they picked you up, and sat your pussy right on their face, your legs wrapping around their neck.

   Soft, feather like kisses made their way to your pussy, clothed as it may be, and you responded happily. Luba giggled, and your foot could feet their hard member, still waiting to be finished off, but that could wait for later. His hand reached up, slowly, and put your lace panties, practically part liquid at this point, to the side. Their tongue met your pussy, and you both moaned in unison, but you continued the sound, as the vibrations sent you flying even closer to ecstasy. His tongue kissed at your clitoris, urging the little bud to peek out from its hood, and as it did, he smiled, and actually kissed it, your eyes closing. They moved their head down, and their nose took its place, cold as it was, against your clit, brushing against it. They blew a puff of cold air on your pussy, and you immediately clenched, but as soon as that muscle met your hole, it was all open. Your mouth dropped, and nothing but the devil’s praises exited it.

“Oh, Luba, yes, Eat me out just like that.” you screamed, clutching their back, feet finding leverage to grind against their face and create just the right angle.

  Their tongue laved against your pussy, and they even bit part of your perineum, just to move to your thighs, kissing up and down them. They breathed so heavily against you, and turned you around, and almost threw you onto the bed, taking their position right above you. Their fingers also decided to make an appearance, and their middle finger, purposefully going in without a ring, entered you with little resistance, and the feeling was almost too much. The slick sounds of Luba’s tongue lapping up your juices, along with their fingers working in perfect unison, made you feel like nothing compared to that right then. Their mouth came off, and they spit on your opening, and that’s what sent you flying over the edge, and you grabbed them, toes curling. Head thrown back, eyes rolled backwards, you came, mouth opened for all of the gods to see. Just how purely infatuated you were in that one point in time, in love with lust, drunk with the feeling of orgasm. After coming back to your senses, and after a couple more licks, you opened your eyes to find Luba shaking their hands, liquid coming off of them.

“You fucking soaked me. Look at my fucking wig cap!” they exclaimed, eyes piercing yours. “Too bad I’ve got to fuck you now. Turn the fuck around, and get in doggy style.”

  You complied once more, and you felt their cock tease your entrance, and your vagina took them so well, and their penis sunk right into you, as perfect as can be. You moaned at the feeling, and Luba almost creampied you right then and there. Their hips made a slow rhythm, and you pressed back into them, trying to get the right grind going. Luba’s hands met your waist, right below where your ribs ended, and they began slamming into you, their moans amplified by the recently quiet room. Your hands began to slip, but you managed to stay upright, and as your back bent, their hips changed angles once more, just a whisper away from your g-spot. Luba’s hand left your waist, and reared back, smacking your ass, meeting it with each thrust.

“Ugh, God, you think you’re such a fucking saint for sucking my cock off like that. Almost making me spill my fucking load down your throat. You’d be right, I almost lost everything. But look at me now, fucking you like the slut you are. Dominating you just how you deserve. Fucking that hot, pulsating womb of yours. Gonna fuck a kid into you, just like this. Gonna spank you until you can’t deny me anymore.” Luba purred, into your ear, sending you through your next orgasm. You clenched around them, and their smacks only picked up the pace, sending you into even more of a sex-frenzy. 

  Their hips stuttered in pace, and Luba lost it inside of you, and your eyes closed once more, and you felt yourself become filled with them, their essence, their very lifeblood. Their cock slipped from you, and you both took a breather, but not for long. You could feel their cock harden against you, and taking a glance at the mirror, you say how puffed and oh-so filled to the brim your pussy was with their cum, dripping out onto the bed sheets. You wanted to reach back and push it back in, wanted to feel him inside you once more. Luckily, they felt the same way, and pushed their cock into you once more, cum seeping from the sides. A low moan left their lips, a gasp yours, and they sped up once more, hips slapping against your ass. You two were quite a sight to behold. You still had your underwear and bra set on, Luba still in their dress. Their lipstick was smeared around their lips, makeup now smoky. Their earrings swung at full force with each thrust that came from their hips, and God, were those your favorite. Their hips fucked you at full force, and you took it, like you knew you could. You clenched once more, just at the thought of Luba’s cum being inside you, filling you, and Luba responded beautifully. They moaned, and with one last series of thrusts, they pulled out, and jacked themselves off, head thrown back. You had a nasty, naughty idea, and turned over, mouth open in front of Luba’s cock. 

  Right as they came, right as those pearly drops came from their tip, threatening to spill over, you ripped your bra off, cheap little thing, and let it rain on you. Your mouth was filled with cum, tongue dripping with the liquid. It dripped down your neck, and onto your breasts, drops dangling over the sides, catching on your nipples, resembling milk dribbling from a breast, full with the seed of a partner. You were grinding against the bed with these thoughts, and Luba’s cum and your squirt mixed on the bed, and when Luba opened their eyes, only to find you so blissful, they came again, spilling all over your face once more. Blocking your vision, your skin soaked with the substance. Luba moaned, and dreadfully loud, their voice straining at the pleasure. You came against the bed, wetting it even more so, waiting for your body to wear itself out, punch drunk with lust. Luba collapsed against you, arm over their face, trying desperately to catch their breathing. The two of you were so tired, but so fulfilled and happy in that moment. You breathed against their skin, and after several minutes of calming down, Luba spoke once more, their eyes opening slightly.

“Thank you for taking me so graciously”

“Anything for that penis.” you replied, giggling before heading to the restroom, about to tackle the bucket loads of cum covering your face and body.

Masterlist

[crzytwn]

artelle!

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Elle. But that‘s def more of a lack of like volume control than like trying to overpower the convo

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

I don’t knoooow!!

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? 

Uhhh probably Artie? But like it would have to be a very extreme argument, right?

Who trashes the house? 

Elle

How often do they argue/disagree?

Often but like not OFTEN? They’re such opposites that they’re always disagreeing a little bit kinda but they’re not like serious.

Who is the first to apologize?

 I don't know, neither of them really comes off as people who'd hold on to a fight. So like whoever feels like they should apologize first.

Sex:

Who is on top? 

Elle

Who is on the bottom? 

Artie

Who has the strangest desires?

Uh probably Artie since he's been REPRESSED

Any kinks? 

I guess

Who’s dominant in bed?

Artie really seems to like it when Elle says rough things, so her I'm guessing??

Is head ever in the equation? 

Absolutely

If so, who is better at performing it?

Elle but Artie could be a whole wild card

Ever had sex in public?

Artie would def b too worried about consequences!

Who moans the most? 

Elle is LOUD

Who leaves the most marks? 

This really could go any way possible fhdh

Who screams the loudest? 

E L L E

Who is the more experienced of the two? 

Annabelle Charming!!!!!

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

Boooth

Rough or soft? 

Both

Roughly how long do they usually last?

Idk man some time. Like Elle for sure knows how to keep the party going

Is protection used? 

For now, yes

Does it ever get boring? 

Probably not? They seem v spicy in the bedroom.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? 

A stable

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?

They def plan on having kids SOMEDAY

If so, how many children do your muses want/have?

Three! But they’ll probably have a really wildly big fam accidentally.

Who is the favorite parent? 

Idk?!

Who is the authoritative parent? 

ARTIE

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?

Elle!

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? 

Elle!

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?

Both of them!

Who goes to parent teacher interviews? 

Artie

Who changes the diapers? 

Prolly a nanny

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? 

Also prolly a nanny

Who spends the most time with the children?

Elle, she’s gonna be so obsessed with their kids like in general but also like she doesn’t give as much of a fuck about other responsibilities and is way more likely than Artie to ditch out on them.

Who packs their lunch boxes? 

Palace chefs!

Who gives their children ‘the talk’? 

Both of them! Truly the worst moment in each of their children’s lives I’m sure.

Who cleans up after the kids? 

Maids

Who worries the most? 

Artie but it rubs off on Elle real quick

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? 

ELLE!! She’s a problem!

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?

Both of them probably but Elle’s love language is physical touch so maybe her a little more

Who is the little spoon?

Elle?

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Elle!!

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

^

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Uh idk but I know Elle would probably get bored faster than she’d be uncomfortable

Who gives the most kisses?

Artie!

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

I don’t know

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?

Uh

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?

ELLE

How often do they get time to themselves?

They get as much as they want now, I guess. But once they’re married and have kids and dogs and royal responsibilities, probably not that often

Sleeping:

Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest?

??

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

Currently it’s separate right? Hmm we should discuss the Artelle summer?

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

They both give off wild cuddler vibes

Who talks in their sleep?

Probably Elle? IDK? Does Artie? He’s always stressed

What do they wear to bed?

Elle’s a big t shirt or underwear kind of girl? Does Artie sleep in pajamas?

Are either of your muses insomniacs?

Is Artie?

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

Ummm?

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

Limb wrapping 4 sure

Who wakes up with bed hair?

Elle has a lot of hair so like, she does.

Who wakes up first?

Artie

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Most likely is Artie? But hjfkdkd they’re royal so probably neither

What is their favourite sleeping position?

Elle probably sprawls herself over Artie no matter how he lays

Who hogs the sheets?

Elle

Do they set an alarm each night?

Artie would

Can a television be found in their bedroom?

I don’t know

Who has nightmares?

Artie

Who has ridiculous dreams?

Elle

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Elle

Who makes the bed?

Maids

What time is bed time?

Idk that’s probably up to Artie

Any routines/rituals before bed?

According to Elle the only routine she’d wanna have b4 bed is sex

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

Elle

Work:

Who is the busiest?

Artie

Who rakes in the highest income?

Do kings get an income?

Are any of your muses unemployed?

No

Who takes the most sick days?

Elle, not because she’s sick. She just stans playing hooky

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Elle

Who sucks up to their boss?

Artie’s boss is his dad so

What are their jobs?

King and princess/music producer fbhdjsk

Who stresses the most?

Artie

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

I think they both love it, right?

Are your muses financially stable?

DUH

Home:

Who does the washing?

Maids

Who takes out the trash?

Trash people

Who does the ironing?

Maids

Who does the cooking?

Cooks

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

No one because they aren’t trying but if any of them would, it’d be Elle

Who is messier?

Elle

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?

Elle, but it’ll be fixed by staff

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Elle, she aims for the hamper or whatever but if she misses she’s not gonna like get it

Who forgets to flush the toilet?

No one

Who is the prankster around the house?

Neither?

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Neither? But also they get driven and Elle boards most places

Who mows the lawn?

The Gardener

Who answers the telephone?

Whoever’s job that is

Who does the vacuuming?

The maids

Who does the groceries?

The Cooks probably?

Who takes the longest to shower?

Artie, Elle has more hair which should take longer,,,but I don’t think she washes her legs

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

??

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?

No

How many cars do they own?

Idk

Do they own their home or do they rent?

Own cuz it’s camelooooot

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

Idk where that is

Do they live in the city or in the country?

I don’t KNOW

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

Yes, unless Camelot is ASU Canonically stinky as shit 

What’s their song?

Today it’s Shut Up And Dance by WALK THE MOON

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Text idk? Are they away from each other rn??

Where did they first meet?

Uhh idk

How did they first meet?

Ummmm probably at some royal thing?

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

I don’t know? They don’t seem like excessive spenders but they’re both outrageously wealthy so they probably spend more than a normal person would casually.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

??

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Neither?

Any mental issues?

Elle has ADHD and Dyslexia and Artie has v bad anxiety

Who’s terrified of bugs? Who kills the spiders around the house?

Idk but Elle would murder spiders in a heartbeat

Their favourite place?

Fuck if I know

Who pays the bills?

The bill payers idfk

Do they have any fears for their future?

Probably

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

It’s on brand for them both I think?

Who uses up all of the hot water?

Idk

Who’s the tallest?

Artie

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Elle

Who wanders around in their underwear?

Elle

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Elle

What do they tease each other about?

IDFK

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Artie

Do they have mutual friends? 

IDK? DJ?

Who crushed first? 

I don’t really know? Elle was more vocal but Artie was gonna ask her out before she got engaged to DJ so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Any alcohol or substance related problems?

No

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

Elle

Who swears the most?

Elle

[thotsforvillainrights]

can we get get spicy with daddy dom kai ? 👀👁️👅👁️ thank you, i would be really grateful, if you could write about it.

[I KNEW IT!!! Bunch of dirty Kai fuckers! All of yall...including myself😭]

~Submission~

-Kai Chisaki smut-

Submission- the action or fact of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person.

One of the reasons he loved you so much is because you knew exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it. You knew when he was having a hard day, so you knew when to start a hot shower for him upon his return. You knew when he was plagued with annoyance, so you knew to prepare his itch lotion to placate his hives. Best of all, once he had gotten over his own mental hurdles, you knew exactly how to touch him. You knew when he came through the doorway of the house and looked at you with that certain glint in his eyes that it meant you should approach him and give him your full submission. On a day like today, it was time to indulge in his desire. 

“Welcome home, Overhaul.” You excitedly smiled at him as he kicked his shoes off by the door and stacked them neatly on the shoe rack. He turned to look at you and give you that familiar look and you knew you had done just right by calling him by his work name. Usually he loved for you to call him by his real name, but at times like this he wanted it to be the complete opposite. “Angel, have you been good today?” He asked as he took his jacket and plague mask off and hung them on the hook by the door. “Yes sir, Overhaul! I did everything I was supposed to do!” You said proudly. He squinted his eyes in speculation before silently going to examine the shelves in the living room. “Hmph.” Just that expression alone had made chills run down your spine. “Angel, come here please.” He beckoned for you to join him by the bookshelf. You gulped and made your way to him. He rubbed a single gloved finger along the length of the shelf and held it up to show you the dust on his finger. “Did you lie to me, Angel?” He asked in a calm but warning tone. 

Of course you lied to him. From the moment he gave you that glint, you knew he was horny. That meant you had to put on a show/an act to get him even more worked up. It was as easy as lying about cleaning to give him the power trip that would inevitably lead up to you being punished. “No...daddy. I would never lie to you.” Just the way you let that sinful term roll off of your tongue was enough to heat him up even more. He glared at you and licked his lips quickly like a predator. “Angel, you know the direct result of lying to me don’t you? This house isn’t clean...it’s absolutely filthy.” He was lying, playing along on purpose. The house was just fine aside from a few things here and there like the dust on the shelf. Kai was nitpicking so he could have an excuse to fuck you into the mattress. Just like a good girl/boy/partner you played along. “I didn’t mean to lie daddy.” You shyly twiddled your fingers and played innocent. He stared at you with a bored expression before sighing and shaking his head in disapproval. “Angel, go get into position.” You didn’t even hesitate to shoot straight to the bedroom. Kai had to hold in his chuckles and keep the facade going. Looks like you needed this just as bad too. He smiled for a second before shifting back into his serious mode, then he headed to the bedroom. When he came inside, you were in the exact position he intended. Face turned to the side in the pillows and that sexy little (s/c) ass up in the air...waiting on him. He shuddered and approached the bed. When he reached the end, he loosened his tie and stripped out of his shirt. “You’ve been such a naughty little Angel lately, disobeying daddy like that. You’ve really got some nerve lately Angel. It looks like I’ll have to put you back into your place~” He stripped himself of his pants and underwear. 

You wanted so badly to look back and see him standing at full attention simply because of you, but you knew better. This was how Kai liked it. When you heard his belt jingling due to the fact he was holding it, you knew exactly what was coming next. You couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your mouth as soon as the cold leather made contact with the soft skin on your ass. Kai hadn’t even held back. You knew your ass was going to be burning after this. “Angel, hush. You don’t want the next door neighbors to hear how nasty we’re being.” He teased you. Without warning the belt made contact with your ass again. You bit your lip and gasped. Kai groaned softly behind you. He smacked you with the belt three more times, and you had let loose yet another moan. “Tch. So you're being hard headed tonight, huh?” He spoke sternly behind you. “Well since you want to be so loud, let’s just put that mouth of yours to work. Get up.” He demanded. You quickly obeyed and went to stand on the edge of the bed where he took a seat. “Suck my cock, and maybe I might just go easy on you.” He threatened. You knew those words held no danger. This man was a huge softie when you two were alone. However, you weren’t going to be the one to break up the act so you complied. “Yes, daddy. Anything for you.” You got on your hands and knees, hoping the soft and cool carpet would help soothe your stinging ass after the ruthless spanking you got. 

You did just as you were told and took his cock into your mouth. The reward? The sounds he was making made you want to be ruined by him. he lulled his head back and gripped the blankets as you bobbed up and down on his member. His grunts and groans were angelic. His growls were devilish. His moans were sinful. Kai was putty under you, so you began to wonder who was really in control here. “Angel, careful. you’re making such a mess. You’re fucking filthy. Look at you. Look at...ugh...look at the way you’re sucking my cock right now. Have you no...ergh...have you no shame?” You took note of the way his dirty talk was interrupted by his grunts. You also took note of how his knuckles were turning white from gripping the bed sheet. Kai bit his bottom lip and scrunched his face up in what seemed like pain (but you knew it was pure pleasure). Kai Chisaki was about to cum...

“Angel, stop!” He gripped your shoulders and pulled you off. He was left panting while you gathered your oxygen back. For a second he had a shocked expression before he quickly switched back into his more dominant side. “Get up on the bed, hands and knees like before. Let’s finish this up so you learn a good lesson.” You did as you were told while he shuffled around in the bedroom drawer for a condom. Once he had successfully put the condom on, he gave you no time to prepare yourself for him. He secretly felt a little guilty for hurting you but that always subsided fast when he was inside of your warm and tight walls. He started a rather fast pace from the beginning so naturally you let multiple moans slips from your mouth. “Hush!” He smacked your ass while he plowed into you. You only got louder. He reached down and gripped hair (if you don’t have it, then we’ll say he gripped that neck instead). “I said hush. You’re absolutely disgusting aren’t you? Can’t help but to let everyone hear what I’m doing to you?” Kai released you from his grip and placed both his hands at your hips. “Fine then. Since you wanna be loud...” He gripped your hips, digging his nails into your sides making you hiss in pain. “I’ll just have to give you a reason to be loud!” He growled as he started brutally slamming into you. “Why don’t you call my name since you wish to be so loud. Might as well let everyone know who’s fucking you like this. Go on, call my name!” He demanded roughly. You tried, but everything came out as an incoherent garble of words mixed by moaning. The pleasure he was giving you had twisted your head up into a jumbled mess. Still...you managed to finally obey him. “Kai!” He slapped your ass hard and continued fucking you. “No, that’s not it! Go on Angel...ah...say my name!” He was getting close and you could tell. “Fuck, Overhaul!” 

“That’s not it Angel...FUCK....Say it! Say it! Call it out!” 

“DADDY!!!!” You wailed as you both came hard. He groaned loudly. “yeeeessss...ugh!” He pulled out and stood up, leaning over slightly and trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, you were laid out on the bed as a panting/sweaty mess. There was something about seeing you so fucked up just from his touch that got him considering a round two. He ultimately decided against it and settled for starting a shower up. “Come join me, you’re disgusting.” He nodded towards the bathroom. You rolled your eyes and giggled. “Oh so romantic, Kai.” He smiled and kissed your hand before pulling you towards the bathroom.

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