#i promised you his crotch in your face and here you shall have it

[copias-juicebox]

[goodeapple]

someone could come love me, if somebody knew me

AS IT WAS PROMISED, SO SHALL IT BE BESTOWED.

"Aemond has a dragon dick, send tweet."

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC)

warnings : Pretty tame I'd say- handjobs, slight oral play, fantasy of exhibitionism, Aemond's dark little mind & his big ole dragon dick.

word count : 3,000+

title from "fue mejor", Kali Uchis & SZA

Ysilla’s line of sight darts to his crotch, peering intensely at the leather holding him in. She stares, gaze unbroken and unbothered, even as he fidgets under her scrutiny. 

“Can I see it?”

Her inflection is curious, lacking a lustful lilt and somehow, that makes this all the more humiliating. 

“I am not a thing for you to study, wicked girl.” The Dragon Prince snarls. He feels heat pulsate in his face. As if he is a monster, reduced to the oddity of his anatomy instead of the man, the scholar, the fighter he has fashioned himself to be by his own will and his own way. But now, he is nothing but a butterfly pinned in place as strangers pick him apart with a sickened curiosity. The socket of his absent eye aches wildly, a sympathetic partner to the abnormality between his knees.

“Pleaseee, Uncle.” His niece’s pleading compels her to her feet, her fingers lacing together to bring a begging fist under her chin. Her heart-shaped face is cherubic, lips parted in a prayer that Aemond wants to answer with his tongue. Or better yet, his cock. The vision of that, of him feeding every fat inch of his pole downdowndown her throat, until she would choke on him and make sweet tears roll down her cheeks… it seems so real, so well within his limits to make true. 

Aemond snorts, tossing her a disdainful look, one he musters from his very tangible dislike for her and those she holds closest. 

“Don’t beg, Silli, it doesn’t suit you. I said no- I’m positive you’ve never heard that before, but I’m not your papa.” His sneer twists his thin lips down, transforming his regal visage into something ugly. “I won’t give into your every whim just because you bat those pretty eyes at me.” 

Ysilla gazes blithely back at him, swaying on the balls of her feet. Her dress flutters around her ankles, the delicate chains wrapped around the fragile bone there catching the candlelight. She’s barefoot- curiously. Her amber satin slippers were shucked off at the door before she had sunk into the too big chair in the center of his room. To quite simply make herself comfortable- to carve out a space wherever she lands, is a trait Aemond finds irritating but commendable. 

At once, an impish smile illuminates her face, her irises lavender in bloom. “You think my eyes are pretty?” 

Aemond bottles in a groan, gritting his teeth in exasperation. Such a little brat. 

“That’s swell because… I think yours are pretty too, Uncle. Especially your hidden jewel.” Ysilla draws closer and closer, and the walls seem to cinch around them. She shouldn’t be here- he may be her blood but Ysilla is unwed and young and beautiful beyond her means. He should have sent her away when she came knocking, a small bound journal promising something of importance to him, her ticket into his den. Giddiness had manifested in the trembling of her fingers and he couldn't lie- he was intrigued. If only to watch Ysilla’s fire extinguish when he paid no thought to whatever had caught her fancy. 

“I dreamt about it last night. It adorned my crown- not my tiara- my crown as Queen. Nestled front and center, staring down any man, any woman, who kneeled before me. Guarding me, protecting me, loyal… to me.” 

Aemond puts desperate distance between them, her words striking a match within him.

Ysilla’s spiraling locks threaded through the Conqueror’s Crown, refined but still imposing, seated on the forged throne. Aemond gleaming in white, a striking savior at her side, first Lord Commander of the Queensguard. And even when he cannot be there, his jewel watches over all. An All Seeing Eye. He does not replace his surrogate orb. It be a piece of himself he shells out to shield her, and then, when they’re together, he’s comple-

The back of his knees meet resistance and he stills, refusing to bask in the jasmine gust brought forth by his niece’s closeness. She brings her palm to his jerkin covered chest and presses- urging, asking. Aemond stares down at her. She’s so tiny compared to him, so much smaller, weaker but she might as well have a blade to his throat.

He gives, settling into the armchair, wishing to become one with the buttons and the stitchings. When she drops to her knees, it is with a grace that is ingrained in her, blended into every shift of her body. 

“I want to touch you, Aemond. I want to make you feel good.”

Her hand creeps along, fingertips dancing over his clothed thigh, conquering the distance to his laces like a soldier riding through a battlefield. Aemond feels himself start to surrender, a loss he will still win as the heat from Ysilla’s palm leeches through the hide of his breeches. He’s warm all over, tongue heavy in his mouth, words too much to muster. Beads of sweat lick their way down the nape of his neck. 

Ysilla stares at him, her chest level with his knees. There’s too much light in here. He can see every delicious inch of her. No shadows to hide in, no darkness to dim her. She’s all propped up and on display in the late evening sun beaming through the balcony doors. Every beauty mark dotted along her spun sugar skin is penciled in by hand from the Gods, each strand of blackblue hair dancing away from the heat of her blistering surface. It makes this dream too real. He doesn’t know what he’ll do when he blinks and she blows away like a puff of smoke. He breathes out, nerves spiraling in his stomach and spreads his knees. 

Aemond doesn’t make a habit of looking at himself. He washes and dresses with a detachment perfected over the years. When he realized how he differed, when his voice dropped and his bones stretched him to the brim and something else grew right along with him, he had floundered on how to handle it. 

Who was he supposed to ask? His mother was out of the question- Aemond would rather crawl through smoldering embers after scooping out his other eye before he went to her. Aegon was self explanatory; his brother’s failed attempt to drag him down the Street of Silk was enough humiliation to last a lifetime. He toyed with the idea of going to Ser Criston or his grandfather, and some days it did seem tempting but his shame always held him tight by the throat. He was already different, already looked down upon with a pitiful gaze and whispered poor Prince Aemond, such a waste and no eye, no prospects, no future. He didn’t feel like piling on to his already stacked deck. 

“You have to… yeah, and then untie me from, right, just like that.” The back of his eyelid and the pitch of his patch are a comforting darkness as he cycles through the prayers in his head. Warrior, grant me the strength to emerge- no. Mother, I ask your mercy- definitely not. Father, may you judge me justly. Yes, it’s solid, spans the points he needs to make. Aemond settles on it and repeats it, backwards and forwards as the tension imprisoning him in his breeches releases and he feels something spring up and off the flat plains of his abdomen.

“Aemond… Uncle, look at me.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, ending his litany. It’s no use, his Gods are not listening. He hopes, he regrets, and he caves as he looks down at his lap.

The tip of it curves into a point, not sharp but defined. Blunt thickness runs through his shaft, until the base of him flares garishly into a hard knot. It’s as long as his forearm and thicker than his wrist. He always seems to be at attention, at mast at every surge of adrenaline, every lingering puff of perfume, every dashing neckline of Ysilla’s gowns when she curtsies- no, reign it in. A viciously red mushroom-tapered head splits to allow a bead of excitement to form and trickle down the lengthy march to his stones. He winces, his cock giving a readied pulse as his niece’s palm settles over his groin. 

“Oh, Gods,” Ysilla looks upon him with a wonderment he’s never seen. It stills the air in his lungs. “Aemond, you’re beautiful.” 

Shamefully, that sends him whimpering, the honeyed praise in her tone wrapping him in a caress that stokes the heat in his belly. She glances up at him with a gentle curiosity, but her attention quickly returns between his legs as he jerks from her proximity and the damp warmth of her exhaling breath. 

“Ooohhh, he’s happy to see me.” Her grin is wicked, a toothy pluck of her mouth. Her cheeks are pinker than the Dornish dress Baela gifted her on her nameday last week. 

Cheeky brat. 

Ysilla hocks spit into her hand and Aemond grimaces. Being raised with only brothers has certainly left an impression on her. It's not oil but it’ll do in a pinch. Her fingers are lithe and thin, hands dainty already but seeing one trying to wrap around him? It’s laughable. It’s arousing- painfully so. 

“You didn’t let me finish earlier.” Now that he has nothing to do but listen, his crafty little niece seems to have taken advantage of his predicament. Aemond can’t help but feel a tiny bit impressed. “So when I found the book in the Dragonstone stacks, after I cleaned off the layers of dust, I read all about the many men in Targaryen history who have been… afflicted by this… hardship. Aegon the Conqueror, Maegor the Cruel- which may have played a part in the six wives- but the last documented entry was well over 50 years ago. A tale forgotten to time and dismissed all the same as just another peculiarity with our family. But this Aemond…” she pumps him slowly, demanding his attention, making him bow for her even when she’s the one on her knees. 

“We are closer to Gods than to men. By our dragons of course, but by this as well! You are something special, can’t you see that?” He likes to hear her excited. Her passion is appetizing, drawing him in to take a bite.

His ego perks up at her attention, but so does his pride. Dragons don’t like to share. Aemond doesn’t like to share. “How do you know if it’s not just me who's been ‘afflicted’?”

Ysilla shrugs, and he doesn’t know her well enough to tell if she’s being untruthful. “I’m very thorough in my research. Just not as quite… hands on as I’m being with you. You’ve always been my favorite uncle.”

Aemond could take her by the hair, twist it nice and tight around his fist, rise to his feet, keep her down on her knees where she belongs- not just there but with him and thrust down her throat until he taps her heart.

“Did you ask my brother the same way you’re asking me?” Aemond growls, nudging at her knee with the side of his boot. He wants to touch her but he has to be careful. His resolve is thinning by the minute and he fears that if he can actually feel her- the suppleness of her skin, the silkiness of her hair, he’ll give way and start something that cannot be undone. 

“Nope, I asked Helaena. Girls talk, Aemond, especially over a flagon of wine.” She elbows his thigh in retribution, but it’s gentle and frivolous and the smile she gives him is all teeth. Fuck, she’s lovely. 

Aemond’s hips jump off the chair, chasing the heat of Ysilla’s hands. She smirks, stroking him softly, the delight in her eyes dimming down to lusty pools of amaranthine.

“So you’re doing this out of what, kindness?”

“I like to think of it more as academic curiosity. But, if I can help you become more comfortable with this part of yourself and maybe even aid your future wife in the process, well that’s just all sugar then, isn’t it?”

“I won’t marry, I will bear no children. I might as well take the Black.” Aemond recites, his tone bored to tears. His future fizzled out to ash once he realized there was no way in any Realm that he could ever properly lay with a woman. He couldn’t, wouldn’t damn any wife to a hopeless tomorrow. Occupying himself with other things helped- he’s a resourceful man. After all, great men never got anywhere by thinking with their cocks. 

Ysilla’s brow furrows and her jaw ticks, an unhappy look passing over her face. “Never say never, Aemond.”

His dick pulses, and Ysilla’s eyes go wide, feeling the might of him in her own grip. She raises her gaze back to this face, and the dazzlement there makes him feel taller than tales. 

Aemond smirks, his straight laces loosening. “I like when you call me that.” 

She pumps him, tightly, and he shivers, a gasp slipping through his drooping jaw. There’s a burn at the base of his spine, a familiar one he would entertain only when his needs raged a war within him.  

Her lips are pouted, shimmering in the dusk drawing the room into darkness. He wants to see the stars sparkle over her skin, the moon crest over her breasts in a gauzy beam. Wants to peel off every offending layer until she’s naked, slick and soft and starving for him and the beast between his legs. 

A stranded curl sways in front of her eye, caught in her fanning lash. His fingers twitch, starting forward before he anchors his nails through the furniture’s stuffing and right down to the frame. Ysilla’s tongue flicks out, wetting her parched lips.

“Do you want to touch me?” 

She wears the crown as she rides him, the Throne Room’s chandelier haloing her dramatically. He’s not sure if they’re alone- the embrace of her hand about his throat keeps his attention on where it is demanded. On her. If there are any stragglers stupid enough to hang around, what an honor it is for them to witness a mating, a claiming. The Dragon Queen taking what’s rightfully hers, for the Gods and everyone to see. 

“No.” 

“You’re a liar, my Prince.” That’s even better than his name, fuck him. 

“I think you want to touch me. I think you want to feel me. I think you want to see… just how far… I’m willing to go.” One solid lick of her tongue, from the root of him to the tip, sends him careening over the edge. Aemond gasps raggedly, a man broken apart. His cock jerks, nearly knocking him in the jaw. Thick ropes of creamy pearl stripe his chest and coat his throat. 

His niece milks him, left hand rubbing up and down his shaft, feeling the veins jump and throb against her palm. And the right, fucks sake, the right squeezes around the flared part of him and the tremors jolt right down to his sack.

“Mmmm, good boy, Aemond.” 

A final burst of cum bubbles up and over the tip of him, and he tries not to shout. Sweet relief blankets the scald from his peak, and the Prince can breathe with a newfound ease.

Ysilla spreads her fingers apart, and his spend webs between them in a milky film. Aemond can’t be sure what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling. But what he certainly doesn’t expect is for her to bring up her fingers to brush at her mouth, plush lips spreading to peek out her tongue. He catches her wrist before she can commit the act, and if he bruises her with his grip, she deserves it for her lustfulness. 

“Don’t.”

Ysilla studies his face, weighing if she can push her luck some more tonight. She concedes, peppering a butterfly kiss across his knuckles, wiping her soiled hand on the fur under her knees. Aemond’s chest tightens and he can’t understand why her simple kiss sends him blushing more than her fist around his cock. 

“Next time, then.”

Hunger nips at him harshly, all the ways they can come together, and cum together, flashing through his mind. 

“There will be no next time-”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if he agrees with that.” She presses her puckered lips just shy of his wet slit, and his hips buck from the sensitivity. Her giggle is demented and a dark part of the silver prince wants to push something down her throat to shut her up. 

“Don’t you have something better to waste your time with? Aren’t you supposed to be looking for a husband?” Aemond rumbles, slouched in his seat. All tension drained from him, his legs weak and wobbling from the force of his climax. He feels as if he is up in the clouds, no dragon necessary. 

Ysilla sniffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a twist. “I will marry whomever I tell my mother I have accepted. And if no one has caught my eye, we will try again next year.” 

She maneuvers him back into his breeches, and if Aemond were a lesser man, he’d whine at the loss of her smooth touch. The leather suffocates him immediately and it feels so wrong. 

“Who better to guide me in the art of pleasing my husband,” Ysilla looks deep into his eye as she speaks the title, and the Prince feels caught, “whomever that may be, than you? No mere man will ever compare to you, in this aspect.” Ysilla finishes his laces off with a bow, hands tucking behind her innocently as she sits back on her toes. 

“In any aspect.” Aemond thinks he means to snarl in a self-righteous manner, but it’s clear to his own ears what he intends. The thought of Ysilla being on her knees for another, warm and wanting and welcoming for someone that is not him, blazes him with envy.

Ysilla beams, and Aemond feels like a trout swallowing the worm- hooked, reeled, and gutted.

“I’m glad we have an agreement then.”

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[houseofperfecttaste]

Together Again (2)

warnings: fingering

"Alright I'm going to go drop him off and I'll pick you up at 1," Rafe said before leaving the apartment and I nodded holding the door open. "What should I wear?" "Something fancy." He winked at me before being called away by Rhett who was excited to go see his grandparents. I closed the door behind the boys and took a shower washing my hair and shaving everything(you never know what could happen.)

I decided to wear my gold sequined bell-sleeved dress that I wore for my 21st and did gold makeup to match it. I matched the dress with white sparkly heels and straightened my hair. The more that I looked at myself, the more I started to think I went overboard but I shook off those thoughts knowing that I looked good. I looked at the time on my phone it reading 12:54 and I touched up a few things finishing right as I heard a knock on the door.

I opened the door to reveal Rafe in a white button-down with black dress pants, a gold chain hanging around his neck, and gold rings on his finger. Holy shit did he look good. He looked rich and expensive and his cologne smelt like it cost more than my rent. Rafe's eyes widened his mouth dropping slightly boosting my ego slightly as he was speechless. "You look breathtaking, wow." He complimented and I giggled doing a 360 for him. I watched as he swallowed the lump in his throat and moved his hands down to cover his crotch.

"You look very handsome and hot Rafe." I winked grabbing my purse and locking the door behind me as he led me to his car opening the door for me. Excitement was coursing through me at the thought of where Rafe was taking me. "I'm so excited!" I cheered clapping my hands together as he laughed and looked over at me. "I'm happy you're excited for our date, would be a bad thing if you weren't." I rolled my eyes playfully asking him questions about where he was taking me but he wouldn't tell me a thing. "You're going to love it." He promised as he parked the car and helped me out.

"Oh my god Rafe!" I squealed looking at where we were. We were wine tasting and this specific winery had butterflies everywhere and a beautiful view of the ocean. "Your dream date right?" He had a cocky smile on his face as I was in awe. "Yes thank you so much, Rafe! I love it!" I wrapped my arms around his waist since he was taller than me and he held me tightly and grabbed my hand. "Shall we?" He smirked intertwining our fingers. "We shall." As we walked up I realized that the only people here were the workers, Rafe, and me. "Welcome, Mr. Cameron. Are you ready for your private wine-tasting tour?" My eyes widened in shock as he had a proud smile on his face as he placed his hand on the small of my back motioning me forward. This must've cost a fortune.

I know how much it annoys him when people can't accept gifts or gestures from others so instead of saying that he didn't have to do this I hooked my arm around his thanking him. "This is absolutely beautiful and incredible. Thank you so much, Rafe." "You ain't seen nothing yet." He whispered in my ear as we followed the guide. He started to describe the history of wine and showed us the wine cellar before taking us outside the beautiful ocean being exposed to us. I gasped at the sight, the sun was gleaming on the water, waves beautifully crashing onto the shore and butterflies were surrounding us and landing on our shoulders. "You look beautiful." He complimented me as two butterflies landed in my hair.

The guide described each wine as two servers stood by him handing Rafes and I glasses. The last glass to be served was Screaming Eagle Cabernet which cost at least $500,000. My mouth dropped and I know confusion was shown all over my face. I nearly moaned at the taste, it was easily the most delicious drink in the world and I tried to savor all of it knowing I'd never have an opportunity like this again. After the tour and tasting were done Rafe took me down to the beach holding my heels as we walked along the water. "Rafe, words can't even describe how perfect this date was." I grabbed his hand swinging our arms back and forth as he planted a kiss on my temple pulling me into his side.

"It's not done yet, pretty girl." His tone was playful and I was lost for words. This man had already outdone himself and there was more? "Do you trust me?" He asked stopping us and placing my heels on the sand. "Of course I trust you." I softly spoke as he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket. "Kinky." I joked giggling as he playfully rolled his eyes and walked behind me. "It's for the surprise." He tied the blindfold leaning down to my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck causing goosebumps. "I can use it for something kinky if you would like." He whispered huskily teasing me making me shiver and press my thighs together.

We walked for about two minutes before he stopped me and slowly untied my blindfold and holy shit this man had every fucking trick up his sleeve. Tears started swelling in my eyes as my hands were shaking, Rafe was the only person to ever treat me like a princess like I was his only priority. The surprise was an enchanting, angelic dinner on the beach with lanterns and rose petals lighting up the walkway. A beautiful dinner was stationed at the end with low pink lights glowing from the bottom of the table. "After you m'lady."

He pulled my chair out for me and my eyes scanned the table landing on the $500,000 bottle of wine placed in the center with two glasses. "I know what you're thinking, it's written all over your face. Nothing is too much when it comes to you." He grabbed my hand from across the table caressing the back of it with his thumb. "Have I told you how gorgeous you are?" "I think you've mentioned it once or twice." He chuckled the corners of his mouth lifting. "Make it three. You're so gorgeous." He admired me his eyes glistening with love and god I wanted to kiss him so badly. "You're so handsome. Buzzcuts really working for you.." "Oh yeah?" His eyebrow raised as he grabbed my chair sliding me closer to him, the gesture turning me on a bit.

I blushed as he stared at my lips and leaned in closer to me stopping inches from my face. "Can I kiss you?" "Please." He pressed his lips to mine and butterflies erupted in my stomach as he cradled my face. Rafe pulled away for a second to get a breath before kissing me again, with more passion this time. "I'm still so in love with you Y/N." He confessed resting his forehead against mine and I froze not being able to comprehend his confession. "I-I'm sorry it's too early for that." He tried to backtrack but I grabbed his face smashing my lips on his. "I'm still in love with you Rafe."

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Even though we both just confessed our love for each other he was still nervous to ask. "Of course, Rafe." We kissed again before the food was brought out and we just talked about nonsense before his phone started ringing. "My dad wants to know if Rhett can sleep over?" He put his phone on his shoulder and I nodded knowing this meant Rafe and I could have a night alone. I obviously said yes and we talked to Rhett for a bit before he hung up the phone and we returned to our dinner.

"How was everything, Mr. Cameron?" The owner asked as Rafe grabbed my hand a big smile on his face. "Everything was perfect thank you." Rafe slid him $200 before pulling my chair out and led me to his car. "Have a good evening Mr. Cameron." Another worker said as we left. Rafe opened the car door for me and I wrapped my arms around his neck leaning up to kiss him. "Thank you for the perfect night, Mr. Cameron." I mocked running my hands down his chest but his jaw clenched at the name and his grip tightened on my waist. "Get in the car baby I'm taking you to mine." He kissed my hand before closing the passenger door.

As we arrived at his house my mouth dropped, Tannyhill was nothing compared to this house. "Holy shit Rafe." I stared in awe as he chuckled unlocking his door causing my mouth to drop even more as I took in the sight of the interior. He gave me a tour of his house showing me Rhett's room making a dopey smile appear on my face. He opened the door to his room and it was huge which didn't surprise me, what surprised me was the pictures of us on his nightstand. "You kept these?" He walked over to me wrapping his arms around me from behind and placing his chin on my shoulder. "Of course, I sort of always hoped that we would find each other again." He whispered kissing my neck as I mentally cursed myself for leaving him, believing that he would leave me.

"God, Rafe I'm so-" He turned me around to face him and kissed me before I could finish my sentence. "Don't say it. You don't have to be sorry baby, please never be sorry. I love you." He whispered but my mind was still running with thoughts about what could've been if I stayed and he was able to be with me during my pregnancy, labor, and be there to raise our child. "Y/N baby I love you, I forgive you, I'm not mad. We're going to have an amazing life all three of us okay baby?" I nodded trying not to cry. "How about I run you a shower then we cuddle in my bed and watch a movie?" "You mean run us a shower?" I suggested as I started to unbutton his shirt seductively as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. "You know how to drive me crazy baby." He kissed me before heading into his bathroom turning the shower on and grabbing us towels as I unzipped my dress. "Hey that's my job." He pouted cutely making me giggle at his complaint and I let the dress fall to the ground making him shut up.

I slid my panties down my legs watching Rafe as he watched my every move. I opened the glass door testing the water before getting in, Rafe following me. He stood behind me his large hands outlining my curves as the water cascaded down my body our bodies. "I'm so fucking in love with you." He mumbled against my shoulder as his hands slid to my breasts squeezing them. "I'm so more in love with you Rafe." I whispered back letting my head fall back on his chest as he started rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Feels so good." I breathed out closing my eyes. "Good baby wanna make you feel so good." His hands slid down my body to my v-line.

"May I?"

"You may." I reached behind me to grab his hair as his hand slid between my legs and he started rubbing my clit slowly. "Rafe." I moaned and he started rubbing faster his other arm wrapping around my front holding my body close to him. He gently slid a finger into me a whimper leaving his mouth as he felt how tight I was. After minutes of his fingers I could feel my orgasm approaching and Rafe knew it too by how I squeezed his fingers. Even though it's been years he still knew my body like we never broke up. "Yeah cmon baby cum on my fingers, cum for me." He whispered seductively in my ear as I let go all over his fingers watching him bring his fingers to his mouth sucking them clean. "Hm missed how you taste, never forgot how hot you look when you cum though." He smirked licking his lips winking at me.

I went to get on my knees to return my favor but he stopped me shaking his head. "Tonight is all for you my girl." We finished our shower washing each others body before he handed me a t-shirt and I washed my face being able to get my makeup off thankfully. "We can go shopping tomorrow and I'll buy you everything you need to be prepared to sleep over." He said as he put his basketball shorts on and got into the bed. "Rafe you don't need to do that." I shook my head turning off his bathroom light and getting into bed next to him as he clicked through movies. "I don't need to, I want to. My girl needs her items for her nightime routine." He poked my nose before pecking my lips and pulling me into his side. "You're so sweet." I kissed his cheek before laying my head on his chest pulling the blanket up around me passing out about ten minutes later.

Note: I'm so so so so sorry that it took so long I got my ass kicked by school and work. I also apologize if this sucks love you all

Taglist: @baby19sthings @quinnstarkeylove @drewstarkeysbae

[lokisgoodgirl]

Claim Him :Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (16) A confession from Loki produces an unexpected reaction in your panties. (w/c 3.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Hysterical bonding. Sex. Jealousy (kink). Voyeurism. Dirty Talk. Language. Thigh-riding. Oral sex.

“Are you sure you’re alright, darling?” Loki murmured against your hair, cradling you across his chest on the antique sofa. Once the anger had subsided, and your heart rate had slowed...the calming embrace of Loki’s touch had begun seeping through your pores. A soothing balm against the unexpected news. “This doesn’t change anything between us, does it?” you said, propping up on your elbow as his hand slid over the curve of your waist. “Of course not...I’m sure we will find a way to enjoy the enforced continuation of our clandestine rendezvous, my love" Loki purred as you kissed the side of his palm, inhaling his scent. “It’s only another six months, and you’re forgetting the most important part...” he whispered, “my chambers can be enchanted again.”

A memory of this morning flashed through Loki’s mind as he cupped your breast through the silk blouse, his fingers toying with the buttons. “Megan…” he chuckled absent-mindedly, shaking his head. “Excuse me?” you spluttered, as Loki shuffled awkwardly on the sofa. His brow creased, the purse of his lips telling you that his mouth had spun ahead of his mind. “Ah” he sighed, “there is one other aspect to my meeting this morning which I should tell you about. Although I think not that you shall like it.” You straightened, hands falling from his shoulders. “Worse than the threat of being sent back to Asgard if they find out you’ve been fucking me?” you huffed, as Loki tilted his head, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Perhaps. But you must promise not to overreact, kitten.” Your stomach flipped, nerves buffeting against the mirth dancing in his eyes. “I’m afraid that I may have left a few loose wires where Megan is concerned, she got rather...amorous, before the meeting.” “What?” you screeched, as Loki jumped in his seat; thankful that the silencing enchantments had already taken hold. “Darling, please” he chuckled softly, as you stood and began to pace the floor “her feeble attempts at seduction were rather comical in hindsight. Merely some unrefined groping and brash failure in erotic imagery.” He cleared his throat again as you stood facing him, arms folded. “Did she kiss you?” you said, voice wavering. “She tried.” Loki said bluntly, seeing your eyes twitch with bubbling rage.

“That bitch.” you murmured, anger searing. Your vision blurred as white noise crushed blood through your ears. A vision of Loki with Megan’s hands grasping against his taunt body, her arms hanging around his neck as she sought the lust pledged to you. The thought of it turned you on in ways you couldn’t explain.

Adrenaline soared through your heart, pumping to your swelling core as you paced towards your lover and straddled his lap. “Where did she touch you?” you hissed, breath catching in your throat as lust thundered in your blood, overtaking you like a rush of cocaine. You had an overwhelming urge to retrace the imprints of her on his body. Reclaim every inch tainted by her wandering hands. To mark your territory. “Truly, darling...you needn’t be concerned” Loki purred, his velvet voice igniting the pooling wetness between your thighs like gas to a flame. “If you recall...no one is aware of our entanglement, at your insistence” he added coyly, noting the flash of jealousy in your eyes as he fanned the fire of your need. You thrust your hips gently against his thighs, dragging your core across his crotch. He could feel the heat from your cunt through his trousers. “She is a simply a victim of her own weak and foolish desires” Loki growled, stoking your arousal, watching your lips curl as you accepted his bait. “Her desire? What did she desire from you, Loki?” you murmured coyly, squeezing your calves around his thighs. His eyes glinted with primal mischief, biting his lip. “My body.” You ran your hands down Loki’s upright chest, his posture still so regal underneath those tight cotton shirts. He raised his chin, looking down at you teasingly; enjoying watching the flames of your possessiveness grow higher. “My lust.” Your grip on his thighs tightened, raising yourself so your chest was level with his eyes. Now it was you who looked down on him, his devastating cheekbones flashing upward. “My cock.” Loki enunciated purposefully. The final k sat a second too long on his tongue before his lips spread to a dark smile. You pressed your mouth to his in a rough show of dominance, realising you had quite possibly never wanted him more. In a flurry of desire, you felt yourself placing messy bites down his neck, his hands sliding firmly up the plains of your thighs. “Do you like the idea of others craving me, pet? Coveting what is yours?” he whispered, thrusting his hips slowly upwards. “Tell me what she did” you muttered, biting his earlobe. Loki hissed beneath you. “Darling, are you sure?”, the coy smirk never leaving his lips. “She did get rather...intimate.” “Tell me what that she did” you repeated, running your hands over his temples and through his long hair, giving it a firm tug, “make me jealous.”

Loki chuckled softly. His eyes guided your gaze down to the thick arousal straining against his suit trousers beneath your straddling legs. It was all for you. He cleared his throat. “She began by bending over, displaying herself in a little skirt, much like the one that you currently wear” he murmured tentatively, watching your eyebrow raise at the confession. His hands teased under the edge of said skirt, cupping your ass in his large palms. You sank back to rest your core against one of his thighs, grinding your soaking pussy against the thick expanse of muscle. “She...fuck, darling...you know I love when you do that-” You pressed a finger to his lips. “Tell me what she did.” you repeated, the edge in your voice making his breath hitch. “Ran her hand up my leg and squeezed rather- ohhh-” your hand followed his reminiscence, grasping the firm curve of the thigh you had begun to ride; just below his desperate cock. “- rather tightly. She said that since our ‘date’ she’d been having all manner of sinful, filthy fantasies of us together, my love…” Loki’s eyes narrowed, his lips parted as your fingers danced across his turgid length. “Did she tell you what they were, Loki?” you whispered, rubbing your sodden panties across his thick muscles. He shook his head as you smiled knowingly, the bubbling lust and envy twisting deep inside making you drunk with sexual power. “I can tell you what they are, baby...do you want to know?” Loki moaned softly, placing his hands on your hips as he began to rock you harder against his solid thigh. “She touched herself thinking of you ahhh- kneeling between her open legs, eating her p-pussy like the god you a-are” you grunted as the first pangs of orgasm spread from your clit. “She thought of your chest pressing against her back as you fuckkkk, fff-ucked her into the headboard; riding that perfect cock until you moaned her name so loudly...uhhh, Loki.. everyone knew you were hers…” “How does she know my cock is perfect?” he muttered darkly, watching the sparks in your eyes blaze as you began to pant. “Everyone knows” you groaned, gyrating harder as Loki’s hands guided you, “Lang’s been telling everyone what’s between your legs since the first time you showered with the rest of them.” “She called it ‘legendary’, darling...wasn’t that nice?” Loki purred, “as she was pawing at me like a sex-starved slattern, running her hands over my chest...wrapping them around my shoulders, pressing her wanton lips to mine.” You moaned loudly, the tale he told making you drunk with possessive need as your hands slid over his broad shoulders. Loki pulled you further up his thigh, your knee snugly pinned against his balls as he hissed in approval, “The poor girl was so overcome, seems she has quite the desperate fixation.”

The eyes of the god never left yours as you tortuously pleasured yourself on his leg, each thrust of your hips tugging the material tight against his cock. His brow was furrowed in concentrated lust, relishing the new kink unlocking in the depths of your hysteria. “Are you going to mark me with your scent, darling?” he murmured, knowing exactly the effect his velvet words would have “...so that everyone knows I belong to you?” A primal flush rolled through your body as you crashed to his lips. Tongue and teeth clashed in a mess of desperation, orgasm spiralling through your blood. You pulled his hair back as you dragged your aching clit a final time across his thigh, exposing that thick neck laden with muscle below luxurious skin. You tore aside his collar, sucking a deep kiss into the nape. A primal moan rumbled in your throat as you claimed him for your own, the scent of your cum, your markings. He needed to be yours. All yours. You drew away, panting. Deep redness was patching across his neck as Loki observed you with a wicked smile. It would bruise. The same desire as before still raged inside you, despite the ebbing pulsation of your climax. You needed to consume him. “There was one other thing” Loki whispered, as you coiled one of his curls around your finger, his every movement making you hotter. He began to unbutton your blouse slowly, letting the words hang in the air as he placed a lingering kiss on your exposed cleavage. “Megan told me in no uncertain terms that she wished to pleasure me relentlessly with her mouth. She was keen to demonstrate her abilities with my...finger.” You shivered. The mental image of Megan draped across him with one of his long fingers trapped sluttishly in her mouth to the knuckle drove you feral, white-hot adrenaline shivering under your skin. Loki’s digit trailed between your breasts as your eyes re-focused, meeting his with a pursed smile. Was it the thought of him being aroused by another? Your competitive nature? Or simply a murderously passionate need to re-stake your ownership. Your mind staggered through the possibilities for the insatiable primality to have all of him, in every way, before collapsing to his open mouth once more. Loki was breathless with the force of your kisses. They were thick and fast and merciless, leaving no time to catch his breath as your hands fumbled with his buckle. “Gods, darling…” he mumbled, as you whipped the leather from its holster, smacking it against the ground. Fingers tore at the buttons before you slid off his lap to join the discarded leather on the floor, Loki’s eyebrows raising in anticipation. “Now...love, be gentle with me” he laughed nervously, seeing the wildness of your eyes as you spread his knees wider. “I just want to remind you who you belong to” you shrugged, making him shudder beneath your touch.

“Oh I know who I belong to, my ferocious tigress” Loki murmured, his breaths staggering as you gripped his thick cock beneath the fabric and tugged it free. Was this what Megan wanted? Was this what she had fantasised about? Her grand seduction? You kissed along his long cock, heavy with need and ready to be serviced. The smell was intoxicating, the centre of him an intense rush of Loki's natural scent; the warmth of his clean musk. Would she be able to make Loki as deep of a writhing mess as you could under the work of your tongue? Would she be able to make him cum so hard it took him several moments to remember where he was? You thought not.

“Fuckkkk, darling...” he groaned, relishing the return of the silencing enchantments as your lips fastened around his length. You took him completely, feeling the hard pillar of flesh hit the back of your throat.

Never in your life had you sucked a cock more enthusiastically, more desperately. His thunderous moans of pleasure rang around the high ceilings, hands sporadically tangling in your hair before falling again to grip the cushions. “...gods above...that’s my girl. Norns...d-darling fuck yes.that’s it.ohhh yessssss, uhhh.” His raucous cries of prolonged ecstasy were poetry. It had been too long since you’d heard the needy praises he saved for when your mouth was wrapped tightly around his manhood. His thighs shook as you sucked him mercilessly, alternating the pressure whenever he came too close to spurting delicious seed down your throat. Knock Knock “Loki? It’s meee.” Your stomach clenched. A thrill roared through your belly as Megan’s whining voice snaked through the door behind the veil of silence which encased you. “Just thought I’d swing by to see you, Lokes...if you’re free. I have a surpriiiise for you.”

Fuck, that brazen bitch has some nerve, you thought as you tightened the grip of your lips around the root of Loki’s engorged cock. You drew them up to the tip firmly, the deranged groan of pleasure from his lips charting your slow progress over every inch. You released him from your mouth with a soft pop, pumping the base with curled fingers slowly. Too slowly. “Lift the enchantment, Loki” you purred, as his eyes widened in disbelief. He began to speak, a sharp sigh replacing words as you tightened the grip around his member. Knock Knock Knock “Lokiiii…? You there?” He smiled, his tongue darting across his lips. The sight of you kneeling between his open legs, fingertips digging into his thigh, one hand tight around the centre of his desire. “She cannot know it is you, love” he muttered, chastising you with his piercing gaze. “She doesn’t need to know you’re mine. Just that you aren’t hers.” you said darkly, squeezing his foreskin around the tip in a sharp movement, making him groan. The white silk of your open blouse trailing around your waist, those perfect breasts heaving over shallow breaths tights against your lingerie. You were a goddess. Utterly and completely his. Tonight, you had one aim: one clear goal in your wild eyes. Mischief. And he could work with that. Possessiveness suits her, Loki thought.

You saw a glow radiate from his fingertips, a brief wink the only acknowledgement of his compliance to the game. Silently, you lowered your mouth back to the straining length which had somehow grown even harder in the interlude. With another flex of his fingers, his trousers disappeared, the beautiful expanse of taunt skin revealed as you sank against its warmth. Wet licks covered his velvet skin as you slid down his girth, finger and thumb tight against the thick base. You felt his hand rest on your head as he resisted the urge to face-fuck you, to jam his needy cock down your pretty little throat. Your lips tightened as you grasped him mercilessly; the thought of Megan hovering outside making arousal slide in your panties. A moan rumbled from your throat, the fabric between your legs rubbing teasingly against your clit with every delve of your mouth. Loki groaned loudly, hips squirming beneath you as he began to pant. “F-feels so ff-fucking good, don’t s-stop darling…don’t stop doing that...that.....t-that uhhhhh yesss” A swell of pride made you flutter as eloquence left him, the swirl of your mouth as you bobbed on his cock making him forget clever words and wit. Louder and louder he moaned as you squeezed his thighs, relishing the thought of his desperate voyeur only meters away. Was she pressed against the door in disbelief? Listening to every loud grunt of pleasure from his throat as another gave him what she never would? Flat presses of your tongue worshipped the sensitive underside of his meat as he grasped against your hand. Loki’s head fell back against the sofa with a soft thump, primal groans escaping his parted lips as he yielded to the pleasure only you could give.

He began to thrust upwards, meeting the dip of your throat easily with every smooth motion of his hips. You felt his naked thighs widen further as he gently rocked your head against his lap, craving more yet fearing the end too soon. “...la konge ditt komme, darling...fuckkk..” Loki stuttered through broken moans, “gi meg det jeg ønsker, my filthy god-slut...” “I’ll give you everything you desire, Loki” you murmured quietly, kissing lightly up the velvet skin as he pleaded for release in his native tongue. You licked a long stripe up his leaking manhood, swallowing the tip. The groan he released was pure desperation. He only started talking Norwegian before he tumbled off the edge. You released the swollen end of his length with a wet slurp, licking your lips as you drank in the sight of an undone god. His loosely buttoned white shirt hung ragged around his toned hips, the angle of his legs spread like a king on his throne; made to be worshipped only by you. Tousled curls hung around his shoulders as he released ragged breaths to the ceiling. How the muscles of his neck flexed with every beat of his thundering heart, how his clenched jaw sent shivers directly to your soaking pussy. At the loss of your warm mouth, his head reluctantly fell forward. “Come here.” he ordered, extending his hand as you rose. There was silence from beyond the door, whether Megan was still present was a mystery; but what she had heard just now, was not.

“Such dangerous games you play, pet” Loki murmured, as he slid your panties down. They pooled around your ankles, before you kicked them to the side. You watched your lover’s fingers glow with seidr as he silenced the walls once more, cloaking you in privacy. The god’s eyes burned with desire, his need to possess you equal to your need to reclaim his body for your own, however unnecessary. “Come here” he repeated firmly, the smouldering tone of his voice making you clench. You could feel the messy slick between your thighs as you lowered yourself to his lap, Loki’s lips parting in a moan as you slid neatly down his insatiable cock. “Fuckkkk...du eier meg, darling” he groaned, bottoming out with a single thrust into your heat. You began to bounce, every slap of his thick thighs against your ass making you keen for the next. The searing desire to claim him entirely reared within you again. The ache to feel his hot cum explode inside your tight pussy, to have him unravel within your simmering heat. Loki’s palm met the curve of your ass with a tight smack, making you gasp before he sank his fingers into the soft flesh. “Mine.” he growled against your skin, burying his face in your cleavage. Your fingers slid around his jaw, clasping tightly to the sides as you pushed his head back against the sofa. Clamping down on his cock, the god’s eyes narrowed; his teeth bared as he growled like a trapped animal. “Mine.” you echoed darkly, staring him down as you rode him like a stallion. Loki’s eyes rolled back, succumbing to your tightened cunt against his desperate flesh. You could feel the thrusts meeting your bouncing hips become erratic, shuddering spasms coursing through him as his body yielded. “Mine” you repeated breathlessly, Loki’s cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy; wetness coating the tops of his thighs, wet slaps of skin on skin filling the air. Loki let out a desperate moan, soaring between his lips as he came hard inside your channel with a broken cry of your name. Heavy Norse curses littered the air, thick ropes of cum filling your centre as Loki of Asgard finally found his release. “Jeg er din...darling” he gasped loudly, his body clenching through the final throes of a bone-shaking orgasm. “I am yours...I am yours…” he panted breathlessly, his forehead resting against your chest, swaying with every slowing gyration of your hips.

- Rough translations

la konge ditt komme - let your king come gi meg det jeg ønsker - give me what I desire du eier meg - you own me Jeg er din - I am yours - Tags @lokischambermaid @lady-rose-moon @thedistractedagglomeration @michelleleewise @mochie85 @lokiprompts @cakesandtom @nerdy-fangirl-65 @xorpsbane @muddyorbs @fictive-sl0th @ladylovesloki @lokislilkitten @lokikissesmyforehead @yelkmelk @toozmanykids @dangertoozmanykids101 @ravenwings73 @mischief2sarawr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @fictional-hooman @123forgottherest @thomase1 @peacefulpianist @handsaroundmyneck @your-taste-on-my-lips @trojanaurora @five-miles-over @lyn-soso @demoiseller @peaches1958 @loopsisloops @ozymdias @maple-seed @kats72 @trickster-maiden @mistress-ofmagic @anonymousfiction211 @gracecaldwellx @sititran @loki-laufeyson-1054 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @gigglingtigger @evelyn-kingsley @animnerd @vbecker10 @ladymischief11 @daggers-and-mischief @simplyholl @lokisasgardianvampirequeen

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Kinktober 3 - Degradation + Phone sex

Lucifer x Reader Warnings: Smutty, read the title bestie bro, mentions of bondage, mentions of a whip,

Your boyfriend was away with Mephistopheles, much to both their dismay, for a work trip. They were out to find a witch that Diavolo needed to talk to but she was hiding away in the human world. "Do you like your hotel at least?" You ask into the black rectangle next to your head. "I've been in worse. Thankfully we have separate rooms entirely and the sound proofing is well done. I don't want to hear or see him for the rest of the night." He groaned, you could imagine the annoyed look on his face and giggled. "I know, Hun. But at least you have your own space, right? So you can relax." You spoke and felt him sigh. "I can't relax without you here.. It's been hard being away for so long. Are my brothers giving you trouble?" He sighed, quickly trying to change the subject. "The boys are doing normal, Beel misses you. The rest are trying to kill each other, as usual." You chuckle. "Of course. I'll take care of it when I get back, I promise." His voice was soft, you knew that voice better than anyone. "What are you wearing?" You rolled onto your back and put your hands on your stomach. "I'm wearing one of your hoodies and your boxers." You heard him sigh and toss something on the floor, most likely his shirt. "You know what else is good about this room?" He asked, voice deep and filled with lust. "The door..Has 2 different locks. Which means you're mine. And only mine tonight." A breathy moan left your lips and you pressed your thighs together. "I wish you were here so bad." You whispered. "Would you be good for me if I really were there? Be a good slut and take all of me, like the pathetic fuck-toy you are?" He spoke, followed by a low groan. "I'd be good. Do as I'm told, I promise - Fuck" You whined, hand slipping under the black fabric covering your crotch as you began to touch yourself. "Fuck, I can't wait to get home to you. Hearing the cute noises you make as you try to keep quiet so my brothers don't hear." He groaned, louder and raspier. "I bet you want them to hear though, don't you, Slut? Want to show them how dirty you are behind closed doors, find you in my hoodie, in my bed, whimpering and fingering yourself to me." He moaned. "Yes, fuck, yes.." You whined, back arching off the bed as you practically screamed his name. "Aww I bet you look so sweet on my bed, I wonder what would happen if I were to come back. Just for the night." He spoke and you looked up at the purple and blue portal forming at the end of the bed. Low and behold, your raven haired boyfriend walks through, shirtless and hair messy. "I was right, you look absolutely perfect. Let's see if you'll stick to what you said earlier, shall me?

[daydreamingleclerc]

five more minutes - mick schumacher

summary: in which, before he's due to fly out for another race, you just want five more minutes in bed with mick.

warnings: oral (m,f), fingering, thigh riding, bf!mick, praise kink, choking (blink and you'll miss it), swearing, protected sex. i think that's it.

requested: no

notes: requests are open, you can find my masterlist here and who i write for here. this is my first mick smut !! i hope you guys enjoy <3 as per usual in emi fashion it's not been proofread so i hope you ignore any mistakes <3 thank you to @delmomentrry for being my horny backbone while writing this ily

"baby, turn it off."

mick's alarm blared through the bedroom at five o'clock that morning, but you were the one who woke up to it. you never slept very well the night before he left, almost a year together and it still never got easier.

mick barely budged, but you rolled around to face him in bed in an attempt to get him to switch it off, "baby, switch off the alarm before the dogs expect us to take them on a walk."

you pouted and pressed your nose against his, which made him smile in his dozy state. he shifted around in bed and fumbled on the side for his phone, where he yanked it from its charger and snoozed it, snuggling back into your side.

"what time's your flight?" you asked, barely awake although awake enough to make the last hour or so before he left count.

"eight thirty, but i'm getting picked up at six."

"do you have to go?" you pouted again, "can't they like.. put a mechanic inside your car with a cgi print of your face?"

mick laughed, throwing his head back and weaving an arm around your torso. you came out with the silliest anecdotes, in particular when you were sleepy.

"somehow i don't think they can, baby."

you pouted again and snuggled back into his side. these mornings were always his favourite, where you would lay together and you would eventually fall asleep tucked under his arm and he would just watch you until it was really, truly, time for him to get up.

"you could come with me, y'know," he said, twirling a strand of your hair around his forefinger and rubbing the bridge of your nose with the pad of his thumb, "there's always enough room for one more in the motorhome."

you hummed, wishing you could go with him more than anything, but you hadn't gone public yet and you feared the thought of arriving at the paddock hand in hand time after time with cameras all around you.

"i promise i'll watch you soon, i'm just not ready yet."

"i know," he smiled, and kissed your forehead, "we can take it as slow as you want."

you leaned up to kiss him, and as you did the words almost fell from your mouth like a harsh case of word vomit, but you managed to reel it in before it happened. your lips touched, and almost immediately upon mick pulling away, you leaned back in. his lips were soft, and they curled up into a smile as you kissed back, much like they always did whenever you found yourselves in this situation.

his hand moved to your hair, and you rolled over onto your knees so you straddled his torso, your bare crotch resting on his clothed one. mick's breathing quickened, and you felt him growing hard underneath you which made you smirk against his lips.

"do you have the time to do this?" you asked, raising an eyebrow and pulling away with a smirk, "or shall i stop before it gets uncontrollable?"

mick checked the time on his phone and he shrugged, "we've definitely got a little bit of time."

you leaned down and brushed your lips together again, but this time mick's teeth sunk into your bottom one before you could pull away, and his free hand snuck carefully down to the spot between your legs that made you jolt. you whimpered into his mouth when his middle finger circled your clit a few times, while the breath in his throat hitched at feeling how wet you already were.

you cried out softly at the feeling of his fingers, and began to rock your hips against the pads of his middle and forefinger softly. mick pulled away from your lips and kissed your chin and the corners of your mouth, "what do you wanna do, baby?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper, "show me what you wanna do."

it didn't take you long to do as he asked, situating yourself over one of his thighs and dragging your hips backwards slowly so you felt all the muscles within it flexing. your mouth formed an O shape at the feeling, and mick's breathing soon became laboured as he watched you getting off on his lap. he sat up slightly, and draped one of your arms around his shoulder so you could use the rest of his body for support, and that's exactly what you did.

"look at you being so good for me, princess," mick spoke softly into your ear, his lips pressing soft, doll-like kisses onto the underside of your jaw and making your stomach full of butterflies, "so, so good."

with your free hand you just about managed to stimulate him without wobbling off of his leg, massaging and squeezing at his dick through his calvin's and making his breath hitch. mick tensed his thigh muscles underneath you and you both let out a broken moan at the feeling of your wetness coating his skin, making it slippy.

you flew forward when he raised his leg slightly, giving you a new patch of skin to work with that made you cry out. both of your hands wrapped around his neck, forehead pressed against his while mick's hands rested at either side of your boobs under your shirt, thumbs grazing your nipples every few seconds to boost your pleasure.

"'m gonna cum, mick," was all you said, the words tumbling from your lips so fast, yet they'd barely been spoken out in the open before you toppled over the edge.

mick watched as you came apart on top of him, your fingernails digging into the back of his neck and undoubtedly leaving crescent moon shapes dug into his skin, his lips slightly apart as his brain replayed what he'd just seen.

your cheeks flushed a light red shade in embarrassment when you came to the realisation that you'd just came with him barely even touching you, but that soon subsided when you saw how much his bulge had grown since before you'd started.

"that was hot." he chuckled, his breathing beginning to become laboured again as you tugged the band of his boxers down his thighs. without much warning, you took him into your mouth, circling your tongue around the tip of his dick as he squirmed underneath you.

"oh, fuck," mick wrapped a hand in your hair and formed a makeshift ponytail, tugging on it lightly, "you're so good at this, baby, i swear you get better everytime."

you smirked, humming against his dick as you took him further down your throat. it contracted around his dick and as a result of that you gagged, but mick enjoyed it when that happened so the action was repeated several times until eventually you pulled off of him with a pop.

he pulled you up to face him, tasted himself on your lips, and with his strength, he rolled you around so you were now laying on your back. he spread your legs with his knees and pressed his thigh right up against your clit as he brought his lips down to your neck and his fingers to the hem of your sleep shirt; which made you whimper.

he pulled the shirt from your body and almost immediately his attention was on your nipples while he carefully shifted his thigh back and forth against your clit, making you whimper again out of sensitivity.

"you're so beautiful, Y/N," he said, "have i ever told you that?"

"once or twice," you replied, your throat almost completely dried up.

mick's lips travelled down your sternum, down your stomach and around your pubic bone and the tops of your thighs as he laid himself down between your legs. while his lips continued to tease the inside of your thighs, knowing that this was your favourite endeavour, you began to get restless.

his fingers spread your lips open, and eventually you felt the familiar, incredible feeling of his tongue flicking at your clit. you jolted, a soft moan leaving your lips as his tongue worked to devour you. mick loved doing this almost as much as you loved him doing it, he loved hearing the noises that came from your mouth and the way your body reacted to him.

"such a good girl for me."

you whined at the praise, and when he pushed a finger inside of you it made it so much better. if there was one thing mick was good at, it was holding eye contact, and in this situation it worked. his eyes locked on you the entire time he ate you out, his baby blues soaking in every minute of you that they could.

"fuck," you cried, one hand flying into his hair where you tugged gently at the locks, "please, mick, please don't stop."

he hummed against your clit as he inserted a second finger, curling them inside of you in a come hither motion, leaving you speechless. the movements of his tongue sped up and you knew you couldn't take it for very much longer, and within seconds your second orgasm washed over you.

your body was aching, and by this point, the sun was coming up but you were almost ready to go back to sleep. mick crept back up to your face, where his lips brushed yours and you let him slip his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself.

"are you okay? d'you want me to stop?"

his voice was soft and tender when he pulled away from you. he could tell you were nearing exhaustion, and despite him being desperate for an orgasm, he still didn't hesitate to ask if you were okay. "no, i wanna carry on," you smiled gently, leaving a peck to his lips.

he raised his eyebrows, as if to ask you if you were sure, and when you nodded, he rummaged through the bedside drawer until he eventually found a condom, the last in the box.

"that's lucky," you laughed, "i'll make sure to order some more while you're gone."

he kicked off his boxers and you watched as he rolled on the condom with ease, and you reached out to stroke him several times because you knew the effect it had on him. mick situated himself over you, his palms pressed into the bed on either side of your head, and you helped guide him inside you.

"ready?"

"mhm," you replied, already tingling at the feeling of his tip inside of you.

your hand wrapped around his wrist as he pushed inside of you, and immediately you gasped at the friction, and the deliciousness of getting so stretched out, while mick just bit his lip to stop an almost animalistic growl from leaving them at the contact.

"fuck," he grunted, dragging his hips backwards and then pushing them forwards several times, "you're so tight, Y/N."

you nodded, small, soft moans tumbling from your lips at the feeling of him burying himself inside of you. no matter how many times you did this, it still left you feeling dizzy. the way mick slotted inside of you perfectly felt like you were meant to be together, forever locked in that position and never allowing yourselves to get into it with anyone else.

you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in closer, fumbling around the bed for his phone as his second alarm pierced through the mood. you bit down on his bottom lip as he fucked you, his dick now slipping in and out of you with ease at your sheer wetness.

"you're so big," you cried, fuelling his ego just that little bit more with each thrust, "filling me up so well, mick."

the grunt that left his lips made your stomach flutter, and the familiar feeling inside of it began to bubble up for the third time that morning. mick's lips kissed at any part of you that they could reach, bumping against your forehead, your nose, your chin, before biting down at your bottom lip. it was one of your favourite things to do to one another, and so it tended to be a staple part in your sex life.

his free hand came to rest at your throat, squeezing the flesh ever so lightly and making you smirk up at him with soft, doe-like eyes. "you like that, don't you?"

you nodded, and he squeezed a little bit harder, pushing your head back into the pillow and sucking at the sweet spot on the bone of your jaw, "such a good little girl for me, aren't you sweetheart?"

"m-mhm," was all you could croak out, and you dug your fingers into his shoulder when he repeated the action, "'m gonna cum again in a minute."

mick groaned when his lips left your skin at the way you clenched around his dick now that your orgasm was nearing. his head dropped and he watched himself slipping in and out of you frantically, desperate to pull one last orgasm from your body. he removed his hand from your throat and his thumb stroked delicately along your clit, and within seconds your back had arched off of the bed and you were cumming around his dick.

"fuck, mick," you cried, one hand pulling at the shorter strands of hair at the back of his head, the other squeezing his bicep, "fuck, that was good."

your orgasm triggered his own, and he slipped the condom off to cum over the top of your pussy, decorating it in his own seed. he moaned out your name slightly louder than he'd anticipated, tugging on himself until he couldn't any longer and he rolled over to your side; the pair of you absolutely exhausted.

"i love you."

you finally said it in your moment of post-coital bliss, the words came tumbling out like word vomit and there was nothing you could do. mick's mouth curled up into a little smile, relieved that you'd finally said the words he'd been waiting to say to you for so many months.

"i love you, Y/N."

the moment felt bittersweet - despite you both declaring your love for one another for the first time, a moment that should be celebrated, you were instead having to get yourself ready for mick's departure ready for race weekend. he kissed your lips softly.

his alarm blared again once more, and he rolled over to switch it off, and you both laughed when you heard angie's familiar footsteps making their way along the landing.

"c'mon, i'll clean you up," mick said, standing up and holding out a hand for you to join him in the en-suite, "and then i'll really have to go."

[madarasgirl]

Gods are not Meant to be Bound

Art posted with permission from the incredibly talented @lesyarei7. Thank you for making my mind run! 💖

Distracted and horny for Madara again. Pure Madara x Fem!Reader smut inspired by the image above.

He was the one who was bound, but it felt as if you were the prey. You were the one trapped with him.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Light bondage, brat taming, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, creampie, mentions of blood and violence (This is fiction. Seriously, don’t have sex with multiple strangers’ blood all over you). Madara is a dom, he loves his Reader. No abuse or degradation.

Words:2801 On AO3

"I will have you again." Madara's whisper tickled your ears and shot to your crotch as he hungrily grabbed your hips and pulled you to him. He rolled against you in promise of what's to come. Your pussy clenched. ALREADY?! You were still sore from earlier. Your mind screamed in horrified excitement. You loved when he got ravenous for you, but my goodness, this man could be insatiable.

He kneaded your fleshy ass with both hands and groaned, deft digits on one hand coming back around to rub against the fabric of your panties. Velvet lips meeting yours, he suckled lightly at your mouth before entering immediately to claim what was his. Your tongues fought briefly until he dominated, pushing yours aside in his exploration. He ate each of your moans. By the time you finally broke apart, you were breathless from his ministrations.

“You weren’t supposed to be here.” Madara stared at you, his disapproval as clear as if it were still day.

“I had to come back to help with the cleanup. You did such a thorough job earlier,” you replied in frustration. Blood still remained all over the walls, even if the bodies were now removed. You knew Madara would follow you back here.

“How foolish to return. It seems you haven’t learned anything today.”

“Today I learned you’ll always appear in dramatic fashion to make a complete mess of things!” You rolled your eyes.

Madara stepped even closer and you raised your arm between you in feeble defence. He was still petting your crotch in tight circles through your underwear, a damp spot having already blossomed. “To protect you. What do you think would have happened if I hadn’t come? If must make another mess—”

His face was close. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he devoured you with his gaze.

 “—I’ll just have to teach you again.” He pressed hard against your crotch, fingers slipping under the thin moist cloth and tracing around your nub. Your legs tensed, but you looked up at him in defiance.

“I like learning.” Especially when the lessons were with Madara. You could tell he was extremely angry with you despite his arousal.

“Hn you won’t forget this time. I shall make a mess of you."

You shuddered, kissing him again to make your man shut up and running your hands down his waist and across defined abs. Such a deliciously strong body. You could feel his strength radiating and filling the space as you pressed against him. Still his hand rubbed your clit while the other took greedy handfuls from your hip and butt. A finger delved inside to test your depths.

You felt your blood sizzle under his gaze. It was like he saw through you. You cracked. Everything was suddenly too much –the way he consumed you with his eyes, the way he touched you, the sinful words that fell from his mouth. You shoved him back to his surprise. "Too much! Y-you can't talk to me like t-that, and look at me like that, and touch me like that all at the same time!" You looked up at him with wide eyes, panting and flushed.

“I thought class was in session.” Madara came back to you with mirth tilting his lips up.

“I’m not the one who needs a lesson! You should be taught about use of excessive force!”

“Still such a mouth on you. There are better uses for your mouth Y/N.”

Challenge accepted.

Irritation building to a high, you pressed against his chest, nudging him in a backwards dance until his back touched the wall. You held up one of his arms and carefully bound his wrist to a handcuff you'd placed there previously.

Madara was curious. Your placement of the restraints was so slow he could have broken out easily, or even stopped you from applying them to begin with, but he complied for now. He enjoyed when you got feisty. You applied the cuff to his other wrist and stepped back to look at your handiwork while Madara likewise studied you.

Unhappy with the way you always felt naked even while fully clothed with Madara, you yanked up his shirt and left it behind his neck. It was your turn to ogle him. His skin was porcelain, chest thick with muscle, and his biceps solid. You ran your hands up his arms and squeezed those big biceps, giggling when he flexed for you. They were much too large for your hands to close around and you hummed in appreciation. Small scars littered Madara’s body, evidence of the difficult life he led. Dried blood that had seeped through his shirt still caked his shoulders and upper arms from the fight this morning. Your eyes trailed over perfectly sculpted abs, tracking a dusting of black hair under his navel that crept down and disappeared under dark purple trousers. You reached out to touch him again, tracing slender fingers over the tattoo on his left pec that curled around to his side. A tiger. How fitting. Madara was absolutely the ferocious and elegant beast who knew he was the biggest cat around.

Madara leered down at you imperiously. "Like what you see?" Carved in the likeness of a god, his presence really did occupy the entire area. It was stifling.

You flushed. He was the one who was bound, but it felt as if you were the prey.

You growled at him, annoyed at how he gets you flustered so easily. You brought out a blindfold and slipped it over Madara's obsidian eyes so he couldn't keep doing what he does with his gaze. Madara chuckled darkly. He couldn't be more amused with your attempts to contain him.

Time for you to get to work. You cupped him through his pants, tracing the long outline bulging through. It was already firm to touch. You pressed harder against him, the heat from your hand transferring through the pants and warming Madara’s cock. It was so girthy. Your mouth watered and you decided you played enough. It was time for dinner anyways.

You tugged down the trousers, but was a bit too late. Distracted by your own arousal, you didn’t react in time to dodge the heavy weapon that sprang out and slapped you in the face, leaving a trail of moisture on your cheek.

Precum!

“Seems like someone else is needy tonight.” You snickered at him. Madara was beautiful, with his arms bound, blindfolded, his hard shaft hanging out dripping pre. So stoic, but his other head betrayed his need. You were so hungry for him too.

Flicking your tongue out to test his flavour, you moaned. Delicious. You flickered repeatedly at his shiny, sensitive glans before digging into the slit. You rubbed yourself under your skirt with one hand, the other coming up to grasp Madara.

You massaged his cock while you nursed on him for some time, until you pulled his skin over the crown and tugged at it with your lips, slipping a thumb under his foreskin to tickle his head. You dragged his skin back to retract it all the way before bringing the hood up again. Mmm this is nature’s most fun toy. Taking a breath to prepare yourself, you relaxed your throat to take Madara all the way until you gagged.

Not there yet. You looked up at Madara through watery eyes. His lips were in a taut thin line, his body tense, keeping his composure by taking long, even breaths. If you could see him completely, you knew his brows would be furrowed as he watched you intently.

In truth, Madara’s shaft didn’t taste much. If you had to describe it, it would be a fleshy flavour. It was a thick, steel rod with a slightly musky scent covered in silken skin. The texture drove you nuts. Your nose touched his soft bed of pubes and you tried to inhale Madara again like an addict, only to be reminded you couldn’t breathe properly with him down your throat.

You wriggled the tip of your tongue against the spot where his dick ended and balls began, making Madara hiss. Pleased with yourself, your stretched your tongue as far as it could to lick at the uppermost part of his sack while your fingertips on the other hand drummed lightly on the orbs. Dragging your tongue to the underside of the shaft, you groaned again as you shoved three fingers up your empty hole. The soreness was forgotten for the time being, only the most satisfying stretch registering in your depraved mind.

Your gags and soft moans reverberated through Madara’s cock. “If you’re this hungry, you should come take it and sate yourself.” Finally finishing your feast, you squeezed this sturdy thigh and stood as you remembered you too needed to breathe.

Wiping the back of your mouth, you crept back up while inhaling his virile male scent, leaving small kisses along his belly and chest and teasing his nipples. You licked his collarbone and gave him a peck when you arrived back at his lips.

“No one was asking for your opinion, love. I should have brought a gag for you,” you quipped.

Madara laughed, thoroughly enjoying how this night was playing out. You turned to face your rear towards Madara. Lining yourself up, you mounted him, hot shaft entering inch by agonizing inch. You groaned, your king was so THICK, the stretch monstrous against your abused walls. You wondered if despite your wet walls weeping for his cock you'd be able to walk later.

Madara activated his Sharingan. It wasn't perfect through the blindfold, but the combination of his Sensing and bloodline let him 'see' you more than adequately.

 At last, the heavy scrotum full of potent seed met your inner lips' hug. You flexed and relaxed your muscles to massage your lover's member, loving the sensation of fullness. Heat built in your core the longer you stayed seated.

Breathing deeply, you started the rhythmic dance, rolling back against his shaft slowly. His smooth head gently bumped against your cervix, making you sigh in satisfaction. You went at a steady pace you enjoyed, humming and tilting your hips to gain a better angle within your honey pot.

As he observed you, Madara could feel his sack steadily drawing up. What a sight, having you take your pleasure from him while he was ‘restrained,’ your skirt thrown up over your back and panties pushed to the side as you moved against him. He bucked hard into you, almost toppling you over with the intensity of his thrust, and you squawked, wishing you had something to hold onto. You put your hands on your knees to steady yourself against Madara’s sudden wild rutting against your cervix, your snatch throbbing in spite of her natural lubrication.

"Ah- ah -AH!" You cried, "MADARA, PLEASE not so hard! Softly!"

Madara murmured, "What’s wrong Y/N? Can't handle me?" Once you got him started, Madara would fuck you anywhere, even out here. “Silly woman. Did you forget I still have use of my legs?” And his hips too. He shoved forcefully to remind you.

"Shut your mouth!" You gasped, gritting your teeth. Did he forget what he did to you only this morning?! "This is all your fault!"

“I remember of course. You did well earlier. Hn, you brought it upon yourself, but I shall make it up to you." He slowed his frenzied thrusting to a gentle roll of his hips, until he decided he made the rules. Your frantic mind registered metallic creaking and a SNAP. Madara had casually broken the bonds and wrested off the cuffs. He palmed your breasts, groping them, then pulled you up to him by the tits. He tilted your chin to face him, lightly running his soft lips against your cheek.

Only this morning, Madara punished your pussy severely. For recklessly putting yourself at risk, he said. You eyed the scenery around you. The bodies were gone, but the blood of those enemies still painted the walls behind metal bars. There had been at least 20 enemy shinobi. You were holding them off well enough and trying to escape, when suddenly the surroundings exploded and you found everyone dead. Basically everything was destroyed in the vicinity except you. Madara. He brought you back to the compound and spent the morning reaffirming that you were in fact alive and safe there with him. And teaching you a lesson.

“Kitten, you thought you could hold me?" He cooed gleefully at you. No you didn't. In fact, you didn't think the measly handcuffs would have contained even the most mediocre of shinobi without restraining seals, let alone a legend like Madara. But you had wanted to hold him back somehow. The cuffs were kind of meant to be Just an Innocent Joke! It seemed you ended up exciting him more. Oh no. The ‘danger’ was here with him.

He crowded you as you attempted to back away in alarm. The thought of needing to run crossed your mind as Madara stalked you with a hidden predatory gleam in his eyes until you hit the wall yourself. Madara towered over you. You were the one trapped with him. You quivered in anticipation.

Madara pressed you to the wall, reaching below your waistline to rip off your panties and take a whiff of the crotch. Hn such a silly piece of clothing. He shoved your ruined underwear in his pocket.

He scented your hair and kissed your forehead. Then rubbing his cheek against yours, he picked you up by the back of your thighs and sat you on his cock. He effortlessly bounced you on him, wet hips slapping as he held and fucked you leisurely against the wall.

“I told you before I would take care of you,” he whispered while licking at your exposed neck. Madara was exceptionally hard. You flexed your inner muscles to feel him better and whimpered.

Something about this animalistic coupling got to you too. Here you were, grounded by nothing except Madara holding you against him while he shoved himself into you. You clung to his shoulders and waist, your juices sliding down his cock. You could hear the crude squelching loudly in this space that used to be an alley. You were delirious with need, loving the crazed snarl plastered on Madara's face as you gave yourself to him and he struggled to control himself. His pace quickened as he watched you possessively from behind the blindfold. Your head lolled back. You held him tightly around the nape and clutched his hair.

"Harder!" You keened.

Madara continued to stand there, tirelessly bobbing you up and down. Your weight was negligible to him. It was his turn to take his pleasure from your body as though he were using his sex doll.

"Softer, harder, which is it? Do you want me?" What a tease.

Blushing furiously, you screamed, "Ahhh! Please harder! More!"

"Try again. I know you can be more polite than that." He pulled out until just the tip remained inside.

You clenched your eyes and begged, "Please take me hard Madara. Please give me more of you."

Madara’s hips smashed against yours and he growled, burying your back into the wall repeatedly. You moaned and sobbed and begged for more as you held on for dear life. The experience became overwhelming and you creamed yourself on his cock. Madara fully planned on ravishing you completely. He pounded you until he went rigid and flooded you with cum, rocking you against him as he devoured your lips again. You removed the blindfold and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him back while he spent himself. He looked much more relaxed now, his features were younger and almost boyish. You loved this man and everything he was.

Crimson irises studied you lazily in return. You nipped him on the nose and he chortled heartily. Feeling safe and content in his embrace, you went limp and welcomed Madara's tenderness after the rough ride. It was time to go back for dinner. He carried you home to the washroom and started running the bath as you huddled against him, his warm batter leaking down your thighs the entire time.

It didn't matter how many times Madara took you. Even if your brain told you it was enough, or when your body reminded you of its exhaustion, you wanted to be with your lover. For Madara, you would always bend over to receive him. For Madara, you would always spread your legs again. It was where it was safest and where you were meant to be. Your eyes were heavy after the chaos of the day. Settling against your love, you fell asleep.

~End~

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Bodyguard

Day 22 of Fluffvember: Bodyguard. Agi enlists help with the Blasphemies. Estinien is worried about her. SFW.

“So, erm…what’s he doing here?” Hien nodded towards Estinien, who was predictably leaning against a wall in the Doman Enclave.

Agnes grinned. “Oh, you mean my wonderful husband? He’s here to assist with the Blasphemy, as is G’raha Tia.” G’raha owed me from the Light I absorbed. He can be a bard again and shoot it in the face. “I’ll be providing advice and such but not taking an active role.” She patted her growing belly. “I made a promise.” Esme, I promised your father no more fighting until after you’re here. A promise is a promise!

Hien chuckled. “Ah I see. And here I thought you brought a bodyguard with you!”

G’raha laughed.

Agnes laughed.

Hien and Yugiri laughed.

Estinien did not.

“Aye, I’m her bloody bodyguard. And if anyone even looks at her to suggest she fight, they’ll taste my lance.” He growled, making eye contact with Hien, who continued to laugh nervously.

Yugiri rolled her eyes. “As if we would put Agi and her child at risk—”

“She’s my child too.” Oh dear. Here we go…

“We wouldn’t—” Hien began.

In about two strides, Estinien stood in front of Hien and looked down at him. Oooooh dear. “Listen here, my lord. Let me be clear---my wife is not fighting your Blasphemy. She isn’t fighting any Blasphemy. She’s done enough for this star. Am I clear?”

Oh for fuck’s sake. Agnes put a hand on his arm. “Love, Hien and Yugiri weren’t suggesting I fight. Between you, G’raha, Hien, and Yugiri I think we’re good. Shall we go for a walk?” Before you throttle Hien?!?!?!

With a grunt, Estinien allowed his wife to lead him away from the group back to the river. “Love—”

“You are not lifting a godsdamned finger for these operations. Not a one!” He growled, stepping back. “They always say ‘oh we can handle this’ and then you have to swoop in because they’re incompetent fools! I won’t allow it. I won’t!” Red aether swirled around him, and his pale blue eyes had flecks of red in them. Is this Nidhogg’s protective mate thing? Or something? I’ve got to calm him down before he literally rips off someone’s head.

Agnes took a tentative step towards her husband and once again touched his arm. “’Stinien, no one is suggesting that. I’ve fought with Yugiri and Hien. They’re more than capable. Everything is fine, love.” A tear fell down her cheek. “We’re fine. We’re safe.”

The aether dissolved, and his eyes returned to normal. Pulling her in his embrace, he sighed. “I know, sweet girl. Forgive me. I…I…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “These past moons have been difficult.”

You aren’t fucking wrong there. “They have been, but they’ve been good too. The star and all creation are saved. We’re married. We’re having our little girl.” She looked up at him and smiled softly. “And we get to make a home together in Radz-at-Han.”

He returned her smile. “Aye. Together.” Their foreheads soon touched. “Let me be your shield, my love. Let me fight in your stead. Let me protect you and our babe.”

Agnes wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Fine my darling husband, but no more threatening Alliance leaders.”

Estinien laughed heartily and kissed his wife. “But my sweet he looked ready to shit himself!”

“You naughty man! You can’t just go and threaten world leaders because it amuses you!” Agnes laughed and wiped HAPPY TEARS out of her eyes. “Ser, if you continue to act in such a way, then I may just—OH! NAUGHTY MAN!” He pinched my ass!

Estinien winked he pinched her ass again. “The naughtiest, my pretty wife. And I’m all yours.”

Agnes shook her head and giggled. “As I’m all yours.” She discreetly palmed his crotch, causing him to moan. “I’m going to need you later, love…”

“Later, my insatiable sausage roll. Later.” He offered his arm, which she took. “Shall we?”

“We shall, love.” Together. Always.

[ivanshogun]

Sibling's Unconditional Love Part (2/3)

“Oi Reina, I mean nee-san wake up, time to eat” waking her up after I Finished cooking. “Ohh, Did I pass out? Sorry” I said. “Nah it's alright, come on let's eat.” I dragged her out of the bed and onto the dining table. “Whoa, this looks quite good” she said. We both ate like nothing happened earlier. “Hmm hmm, I never knew you could cook this good,████” she said, completely eating all the dishes I've made. “Well, yeah, you're the one who taught me afterall” I said, flustered on what she have said. “Alright let me give you a little reward.” she steps on my crotch and started to rub it. “Not now neesan” she frowned. “Well, let's take a bath shall we” she smiled. We did it in the bath, cumming 5 times inside her, and then we slept for the night.......

“Reina, ████. You two really are siblings aren't you? You two are close” said her friend, today I just got dragged in to help them do their girl thing. Ahh holding all of their luggage isn't really hard but she's teasing my dick wherever we go. “Bye Reina, I've had fun” her friend says as we part ways. “Good job on not cumming the all day” she whispered to me. Ah today was basically torture. “I think we should do it again tonight” she said, smiling while she held my hand. “Huh? We can't, we just did it yesterday and plus dad and mom is home” I said. “Hmm, then I'll just step on your face or your crotch then” she laughed. “Well that's..... Ugh fine, just promise me you won't make a noise” I said. “i can't promise that, but since you already said yes, there's no going back. We entered the house. “Welcome back You two, I already made dinner, why won't you two go eat here?” mom said. We said yes, ahh being able to eat with the whole family time to time is quite good. After eating, she immediately dragged me up stairs. We got in our room and got on the bed. “Ahh, i can't believe you didn't cum while I give you footjob earlier on the dinner table. Hehe~ you're being a great dog now ████” she laughed. “Hmm lemme challenge you once again” she grabbed me and got on top of me, tearing my clothes apart. She looked down at me,smiling while she undressed herself. “Try not to cum, today is one of my "Dangerous" day afterall” she said while my whole dick got engulfed by her pussy, smugly smiling with her eyes full of lust. “Wait nee-san, too rough plus you're moaning so loud. We're gonna get caught” I said but she doesn't restrained herself from letting out her beautiful voice. I tried to hold myself, trying to stop my self from cumming. But I think I won't last any longer, Everytime her hips would move, her pussy would suck me in, trying suck all of my seeds to fertilize her egg. I hold her thighs to create my own pace, she got turned on by me doing that, tightening up as she squirts...... The door slammed while I pour my cum inside her, oh shit I did it, oh fuck I messed up. “What are you two doing!?” a voice came from the door, angry yet confused. “D-dad... I uh, I can explain” I said, cum leaks out from her insides, dripping down on my thighs while dad looks at us disgusted. “Well I think this it the best time to say it.” she stood up and faces dad, smiling awkwardly. “Dad, let me.......uh, marry my little brother” silence after she said that, confused and shocked about the words that she uttered out of her mouth. “Huh? What? No, you can't do that” dad said. “Just let them do their thing, afterall they know each other than we do, so just let them do what they want also let's continue what we left off.”mom appeared on his back, wearing a lingerie. “Well... You two, just be quiet, you're too loud” he said before leaving our room. “Woah I can't believe that worked” her words filled with Excitement while my body were full of adrenaline, ready to fuck her hard which I've never done before. “E-ehh, ████? Uh is something the matter?” she said, she's scared. I grabbed her neck and pinned her down, bending over while her ass faces me just made me wanna do whatever I want. “You've been teasing me all day, making me endure all of that, now it's your turn, don't cum nee-san” I said, about to shove my dick in. “T-thats easy.......” she said, hesitant if she should run away or just let me bury my dick inside her. I've put the whole thing in, she moaned loudly as the bed creaked. “Ehh?? You already came?” I said, feeling her insides twitching. “Aaah... Ahh... Sorry I Cannot hold it in” she said, panting. I grabbed her neck with a firm grip.

[dreamescapeswriting]

The View ~ LMH [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT:3.5K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader

GENRE: SMUT, fluffy with smut, blow job in a car, teasing, against the window fuck, creampie, begging to cum, unprotected sex, loving Minho, spanking,

A/N: Since you wanted this to be smut I went with a Charity Gala setting 🥰💕 Hope that you enjoy this sweetie     

Giant crystal chandeliers dangling from the ceilings of the huge property you were walking through. A live pianist playing in the corner of the room that you were standing in. The whole thing gave you "Mafia Ball" vibes as you stood with your boyfriend. Tonight was supposed to be a huge charity benefit where people would auction off items for charity. Everything felt and looked as though it was expensive, as though you could never afford anything happening inside of the room. 

"You look breathtaking tonight." Chan, one of the leading benefactors said as he took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the top. Minho's grasp on your arm tightening just a little as he felt someone else next to you. He wasn't exactly the jealous type but tonight you looked exceptionally good and he would be dammed if anyone but himself told you that. 

"Minho," Chan smirked knowing just what he was doing, getting under Minho's skin like a splinter made of Iron.

"Easy," You whispered when you felt Minho's hands on your arm tight ever so slightly. 

"I'm all yours, remember." You smirked placing a soft kiss on Minho's cheek, leaving a faint mark of your lipstick across his skin. Minho did not want to be here under any circumstances. The moment he had seen you he wanted to stay home and never go anywhere else with you. 

It was the dress you were wearing, something he hadn't seen until tonight. A long black gown with a slit up the left leg. The velvet fabric clung to your body perfect and helped show each and every part Minho loved most about you. 

Including the lace bodice that seemed to be driving Minho wild at the sight of it. You knew he wouldn't be able to resist you in it but it wasn't for him. Tonight you were being auctioned off, only to dance with of course. 

Most of the females at the benefit were doing it in order to help raise money. It was a dance or they would be doing a carwash. You figured dancing would be far more beneficial to everyone and time savingly.

"Can we go yet?" Minho's voice was muffled as he put his head in your neck. Arms wrapping around your waist as he clung onto you, wanting nothing more than to go home and take the dress off you. It wasn't completely one-sided of course. The suit he was wearing was making your heart flutter and your legs shake just a little.

All black suit with a waistcoat and tie, it was something simple and yet on Minho, it looked gorgeous. Though to you Minho always looked gorgeous but tonight was something different. There was always something about a man wearing a suit that drove your mind wild.

"We can't go yet, you know I have to be bid on soon." You laughed, running your hand through his brown hair and ruffling it just a little. A low growl escaped his lips at the mention of the auction, it wasn't as though it was something he was best pleased about. The mere thought of you dancing with somebody else was going to drive him into a jealously spin and he didn't know if he would control himself. 

"You promised to be good," You smirked as he pulled you tighter, holding you from behind as he looked around at everyone in the room. There were so many other men in the room that would be willing to dance with you, barely taking their eyes off you from the moment you joined. 

"I am. I will." He muttered looking at you and sighing a little. It wasn't as though he was possessive just protective over you. 

"Ladies if you would like to come up onto the stage," A voice called out through a microphone. You smiled trying to leave Minho's arms but he locked them tightly around you. 

"Don't." He whined before you finally freed yourself. Kissing his cheek before heading up to the stage to join the rest of the girls up there. All of them dressed to impress.

"Finally we have Miss Y/l/n, shall we start the bidding at 

₩160000?" The female running the auction asked as she looked out at the crowd. A hand began raising toward the front and you smiled seeing Chan standing there. A lift was somehow lifted from you knowing that someone other than Minho would be willing to bid on you. 

"Do I hear, 170?" The woman answered, laughing as Minho's hand at the back shot right into the air. A smirk plastered across Chan's face as he winked up at you, raising the offer higher and higher each time the woman asked. Always trying to outbid Minho. Until finally, 

"1,000,000 going once...Twice...Congratulations Minho you won a dance with your own girlfriend," The announcer chuckled as you headed down from the stage, smirking at Chan as you passed him. 

"Well played Christopher," You whispered as he kissed your hand softly. 

"Anything for the charity, tell Minho we'll take it in cash or cheque," Shaking your head at him you began to walk toward Minho who looked jealous. It was clear to you what Chan had been doing from the start, just a little game in order to raise enough money but not to Minho.

To Minho it was a sign of Chan making a move for you, trying to take the person that Minho cared most about in this world. 

"We can't leave, you have to dance first." You whispered to Minho, taking your arm in your hand and squeezing just a little. Giving him a look to let him know that there was nothing going on between Chan and you. 

"You've got me," You whispered to him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and smiling.

Swaying together on the dance floor all Minho could focus on was the way you moved your hips. Watching your every movement as you danced together with him. Normally he would be an avid dance partner but not tonight, tonight he was worried about what everyone else was doing. If they were watching you and he wanted to show who you were, that you were his and his alone.

"Y/n," He breathed out as you turned your back on him, his arms linked around your waist as you rolled your hips back to meet his crotch.

"What?" A smirk hit your lips as you began to feel him grow from one small touch. Barely even a full touch from you and he was already needy and ready to take you home. Not even home, there was one thing Minho hadn't told you about tonight and that was that he had organised something. 

Nothing large but an overnight stay in a fancy hotel for the two of you. Something to get you out of the house and experience this luxury a little while longer.

"We're going," He ordered in your ear as he took your arm into his grasp and headed toward the exit. 

"Minho, we haven't even paid yet." You laughed a little as he continued to pull you out. Ignoring the looks he was gaining from other people at the function.

"Hmm my boy is so needy," You breathed out as you sat in the front passenger seat of his car. Hands resting on his thigh rubbing softly as his whole body seemed to tense up. Mind trying to focus on driving while you inched your hand higher and higher up his thigh until it was at his crotch. Palming him gently through the fabric of his smart pants. 

"Fuck," He whined out rolling his hips a little at a red light, glancing to you as he felt himself growing harder beneath your touch. Almost getting to the point where it was unbearable to feel you so close and yet so far away from him at the same time. The light changed and he drove again, your hand palming him a little harder as your other hand worked on undoing his buttons. 

"You missed our turning," You laughed as you saw Minho staring straight ahead. Eyes darkened as he shook his head at you, the feeling of taking you to a nice hotel for a romantic evening gone. Now all he wanted to do was get you there and fuck you so hard you would regret touching him in the car.

"Speak to me Minho," You whined as you took him out of his pants, pumping him in your hand as he let out a groan. Still not uttering a word in your direction so you continued to pump him, running your thumb along the slit of his cock and smirking. If he wasn't going to talk to you, you would have other ways of making him.

"Hmm, I guess you don't want to..." You whispered leaning down a little to spit onto his cock, kitten licking the head of his penis before smirking to yourself. There was one thing Minho hated most in the world and that was you teasing him. Glaring up at him you took him to the back of your throat, wasting no time in bobbing your head up and down. Swallowing around the head of his cock to make it tighter for him and enjoying the noises he let out. 

The whimpers and moans of your name as he continued to drive, in the completely wrong direction of your home together. 

"S-Shit!" He grunted parking in the parking lot as you continued to take him in your mouth. Playing with his balls until he let go into your mouth, slamming his hands onto the wheel and moaning out. 

"Shit! Y/n, fuck." He watched you as you raised from his crotch and wiped the corner of your lips. Slowly parting your mouth to show him all of his cum inside of your mouth. 

"You swallow it right now," He ordered as he took your face in his hands, tilting it back so that you couldn't drop any. Smirking at him you stared him in the eyes, not moving or swallowing anything. 

"I suggest you swallow it or you will spend the night clenching your thighs together at the thought of my cock being stuffed inside of you." The moment he threatened you with that you swallowed, parting your lips to show him that every last drop was gone and he smirked. A smug look plastered across his face as he got out of the car and pulled you out with him. 

"What are we doing here?" You questioned as you began to walk in the direction of the hotel. Minho simply smiled, tilting your head up to the fourth floor and showing you the large floor to ceiling windows. 

"You're going to get stuffed up against that window," He whispered right before wandering off on his own to go and check into the room. Leaving your legs rubbing together at the thought of him doing that with you. Something you had both wanted to do for the longest time.

"Whoa!" You breathed out rushing over to the window and staring out at the city. Everything looked beautiful, you weren't that high up and yet you could still see everything. 

"The city lights look like stars," You whispered gazing out at everything as Minho dropped his bag onto the bed. Some spare clothes for the two of you to go home in tomorrow, that was if you could still walk by the time he was done with you. 

You opened your mouth about to say something else when your hands were pinned to the window above your head. Minho took in a deep breath and smirked at you,

"We should make this the best night of your life," He whispered as he bit down on your ear lobe, grinding his already hard cock against your ass with a smirk.

"T-The bed," You whispered but Minho shook his head, running one hand down the side of your dress to find the zip. 

"The bed looks, great baby...I would just throw you down, put you on your stomach and make you beg for my cock but..." He smirked taking in a deep breath and looking at the way you rubbed your thighs together at his words. How could you not? The thought of Minho doing anything to you sent a pool to your panties and made your stomach do flips.

"Against the window?" You questioned as you turned around to face him, holding your dress by the bodice since Minho had already unzipped your gown. 

"Take it off baby...Nice and slow." He whispered watching as you slowly let the dress fall to the ground. Exposing the black lace underwear set you had worn that night. 

"Now your bra," He smirked licking his lips as he watched you yet again. Unclasping your bra and watching him as you threw it to the side, 

"So hot," He moaned out as you began to rub your breasts in your hands.

"Shit princess, look at you...Squeeze and pinch your nipples like a good girl." He praised as you followed his orders, letting out a soft whimper. Nothing would feel as when he would do this to you, but you knew this was punishment for making him cum in your mouth in the car.

"Now your panties," He stood back a little, stripping himself down to nothing but his shirt and pants, watching as you kicked off your panties. Licking your lips as his eyes went straight to your core. 

"Tease your little pussy for me," He whispered watching as you began to slowly rub yourself with your fingers. Eyes fluttering shut as you imagined his fingers on you instead of your own. 

"Yes, just like that...Good girl." He praised once more watching as you continued to slowly and gently rub your clit. Letting out small whines when you couldn't touch yourself quite how he could.

"Look at that, all dripping wet and ready to be fucked." He whispered in satisfaction, rubbing himself through his pants as he moved closer to you. 

"Turn around and bent down in front of the window baby." He smirked slapping and grabbing your ass as you turned away from him. 

"Right against the glass baby, like a beautiful piece of art for people to see," He stood behind you, cock brushing between your folds as he made you look out at the city. 

"You think anyone can see? Maybe they can see the way your tits press up against the glass." He sniggered rubbing your clit with the head of his cock making you whine. 

"Minho please, fuck me." You begged him, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder but he looked at you. 

"I'll take my time with you, baby," He placed a soft kiss on your neck making your eyes flutter shut. You always loved feeling his lips on your neck, they made you feel so safe around him.

Rubbing himself at your entrance he made you face forward, cock ready to push into you as you whined. 

"F-Fuck, I'm just going to push into you baby," He smirked sliding into you and moaning out as you clenched around him,

"Mhmm, always so tight around my cock." He grunted as you moaned out. Hands stretched on the window as you looked out at the city, 

"Look at that, you're already starting to fog up the window baby." He chuckled as he began to slowly ease out of you only to slam right back into you and moan out. 

"Up against the glass, good girl." He moaned out as you pushed yourself against the glass, ignoring how cold it was against your tits and enjoying the way it felt to have him inside of you. Every inch of his cock stretching you out as he eased in and out of you. 

"Fuck, you're so much tighter...You like this huh?" He smirked slapping your ass and rubbing it softly in his hands, 

"You like being fucked up against a window when anybody could see you?" You knew this was either going to make or break tonight so you smirked, 

"Anyone? Like Chan?" Minho's hips froze as he held himself deep inside of your cunt. Hand gripping onto your ass as he asked you to repeat it. 

"What was that angel?" The roughness in his voice made you clench around him and he chuckled. 

"C-Chan could be watching," You repeated as you moaned out, rolling your hips back but he pushed you against the glass.

"You want that? You want Chan to see the way I fuck this pussy?" He began to roughly fuck in and out of you. Moaning out as you continued to try and grip onto the window. 

"Fuck! Just like that!" You screamed as he continued to get rougher with you, biting down on your skin. 

"You want Chan to see who makes you scream? Who you cum for ?" He smirked at you. 

"Acting like the little slut you are for me?" You could barely form words as you whimpered and nodded at him.

"Getting fucked from behind in front of the window, you're fucking mine." He grunted his thrusts getting harsher with each word that he spoke. Hands gripping onto your hips as you cried out nothing but his name. Getting lost in the feeling of his cock hitting that one spot over and over again. 

"You're fucking mine, say it." He ordered as he froze inside of you, holding himself at that one spot that made your toes curl into the carpeted floor. 

"No one can fuck you like that, can they?" He growled at you, hand slapping against your ass,

"No! No one can!" You screamed as he began to thrust once again, tits hitting the window as you cried out his name. 

"Take my dick baby, like the good little girl you are," He moaned out as you clenched around him, feeling your high fast approaching as you nodded 

"F-Fuck me Minho, fuck." You cried out as he continued to pound in and out of you harder against the glass. Moaning out your name as he kissed down your neck. 

"I like the view right now," He smirked as he continued to fuck into, rolling your hips against his as you cried out his name. Head getting lost at the feeling of him inside of you.

"You feel so good Minho," You moaned out as you looked over at him, moaning out as he slapped your ass again.

"Hmm, if Chab could see you like this right now, bent over for me getting fucked right against the window." He slapped your ass again and you moaned out, feeling your stomach tightening. The orgasm building up inside of you as your eyes began to shut,

"Minho!" You cried out as your legs began to shake a little, hands reaching into the window to grip onto anything you could.

"You want to cum?" You nodded desperately and he smirked, grabbing your shoulders as he began to pound into our harder, 

"Pound into that tight fucking pussy harder," He chuckled deeply as he began to get rougher with you.

"Fuck!" You screamed out, hands slamming against the glass as he looked at you in pleasure.

"That's the spot isn't it?" He chuckled as he moaned out, hitting that one spot that caused your legs to shake and your pussy to clench around him. Holding your shoulders to slam into that one point over and over again without fail. Your eyes widening as you felt yourself beginning to tip over the edge.

"Shit, shit! F-Fill me up! Fuck me full with your cum." You begged him looking over at him as he continued to fuck into you. Eyes darkening as he nodded his head 

"Make it drip out of me," You begged as he moaned out. Enjoying the way you begged for him as he fucked you like this.

"Yeah?" He questioned as you nodded over and over again. 

"YES!" You practically demanded as you looked over at him.

"So fucking beautiful, so sexy." He whimpered as he nodded at you, 

"Cum on my cock angel, cum around me." He moaned out as you cried out his name. Hands slamming against the glass as you finally let go of the release inside of you. Letting your orgasm wash over you like a wave and cum around him. Clenching and shaking uncontrollably as he fucked his load into you.

The moment you dropped down onto the bed Minho switched demeanor, holding your waist in his and smiling. Making sure to hold you close to his body and rub your back softly. 

"I love you, baby," He whispered as he placed his lips on your skin softly and lovingly. Never wanting to let you go all night long if he could manage it, 

"We can order room service if you want?" He offers, realising that neither of you had eaten much at the charity event and how hungry you must have been. 

"Sure, with chocolate cake?" You hummed turning around in his arms so you were face to face with him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Perfect, I'll order it all soon." He whispers before kissing you once again.

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[queenshelby]

The Policeman’s Daughter – Part Four

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Mention of Assault and Sexual Abuse, Mention of Suicide, Murder, Fluff, Slow Burn Smut, Drugs

Words: 2,878

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Tommy’s Residence, Birmingham, 18 September 1924

‘Mr Shelby, shall we prepare breakfast?’ Francis asked as you and Tommy stumbled into the house at around 9 o’clock in the morning, your clothes covered in mud and dirt and your hair messy.

‘What?’ Tommy said, still laughing about the incident near the pond.

‘Breakfast Mr Shelby?’ Francis asked with a smile, seeing Tommy laugh for the first time since Grace’s passing.

‘We will have breakfast at 10 o’clock, eh?’ Tommy asked, looking at you. You nodded, smiling at Tommy as you did.

‘Thank you, Francis’ Tommy said before pulling a few leaves out from your hair which had been caught there earlier.

‘You’re welcome Mr Shelby’ Francis said before informing Tommy that his sister had picked up Charles at 8 o’clock to take him to the fair as she had promised.

After your brief encounter with Francis, you and Tommy made your way upstairs and quickly undressed before you shared a bath together.

‘I am not sure if we both fit in here?’ you said as you watched Tommy sink into the bathtub.

‘We will. Common’ he grinned and you breathed deeply for a few seconds as you stepped into the tub before reclining back, easing your torso into the welcoming embrace of the lavender scented water and against Tommy’s chest.

Tommy quickly moved the hair out of your face and over to one side before gently giving your neck a kiss.

‘I never quite met anyone like you’ Tommy chuckled, taking desire in your gypsy roots and your shy beauty.

‘Nor have I met anyone quite like you Tommy’ you said as you nudged your face against his nose gently, wanting him to continue kissing your neck.

He chuckled quickly at your eagerness and continued to plant small kisses and nibs across your neck while wrapping his arms and legs around you.

His hands eventually bushed over your breasts, rubbing and kneading them and Tommy could feel your hard, bullet like nipples in the palm of his hand.

‘Hmm Tommy’ you moaned as he gently tweaked them and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. The pleasure was intense, and your body was crying out for more.

You were squirming back against Tommy and he released your left breast and reached down in between your legs.

His fingers parted your lips before moving to your clit, gently rubbing it.

‘Oh Tommy’ you moaned as your arousal was intense and you once again lost yourself to Tommy’s touch.

‘I want you to cum for me Love’ Tommy whispered as, suddenly he slipped two fingers into your wet entrance.

‘So fucking wet inside, eh’ Tommy smirked satisfied and it wasn’t long until you felt a huge orgasm approaching.

Your eyes were closed as you engulfed in the pleasure Tommy was giving you with his thrusting fingers, right against your g-spot.

‘Fuck, Tommy’ you moaned as, finally, you climaxed and your walls contracted around Tommy’s fingers.

‘That’s it Love, cum on my fingers’ Tommy groaned and so you did, hard and fast, legs shaking while Tommy held you in place.

After a minute or two when you finally came down from your high, you could still feel the tingling sensation everywhere while Tommy washed your body gently with a bar of soap.

‘Hmm, thank you’ you moaned, opening your eyes as your body was covered in soap which is when, suddenly, you heard a knock on the door.

‘Telephone Mr Shelby. It’s your brother Arthur. Apparently, it is urgent’ Francis said and Tommy responded with a short ‘fuck’ before getting up and out of the bath quickly.

***

Following Tommy’s telephone call, you met him in the dining room to have breakfast before spending the remainder of the day in the stables with the horses and reading while Tommy had to attend to some urgent business matters.

You kept pondering on about what it was that he did for work. He owned several factories in Birmingham but constantly seemed to encounter trouble of some sort.

Over the course of the day, you had also realised that he owned several guns and weapons. But why, you didn’t know.

‘I am sorry that I only got to spend half of the day with you’ Tommy said when he eventually joined you in the reading room at around 7 o’clock that day. ‘No more business for today’ he then promised you.

‘It’s fine Tommy, really’ you said as he sat down next to you and you were quick to cup his face and draw him close for a kiss.

But it wasn’t just one kiss you were sharing. You and Tommy were kissing for a good fifteen minutes, each round growing more fierce and desperate than the last. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, even more than the night before.

‘Tommy?’ you said quietly in between the very heated and passionate kisses.

‘Yes Love’ he whispered while caressing your face as his deep blue eyes looked deeply into yours.

‘I want to feel you. All of you’ you then said while reaching immediately for the zipper of his pants. You never felt so wanton, so eager to be with someone. As if a dam broke somewhere inside you, carrying you away with its tide.

‘Slow down Love, we’ve got time’ he said, grinning at you.

‘Let’s go upstairs, eh?’ he then suggested and you nodded eagerly before following him to the bedroom.

As soon as you reached the bedroom, Tommy walked you back to his bed, unbuttoning the shirt of his that you were wearing and then leaving you in nothing but your panties.

‘Tommy, I want you so badly’ you whispered before doing the same to the shirt that he was wearing, leaving him wearing nothing but his suit pants.

‘Nice and slow, eh’ Tommy said, slowing you down again as you both climbed onto the bed together.

Within seconds, his warm body was a comfortable weight atop yours and you wrapped your legs around his hips and held him closer to you, sighing in contentment as he kissed your neck and shoulders. Your heart felt full, almost to the point of bursting out of your chest with sheer joy.

He kissed your cheek, your jaw and then descended down to your throat. A startled gasp escaped you when he kissed a particularly sensitive region. His lips quirked into a devilish grin as he spent more time on that place, licking and nibbling and eliciting small gasps from you.

Holding your chin, he made you look up at him. His eyes sincere, full of love and understanding.

‘You’re beautiful and I am a very lucky man’ he then said simply, and just like that, a sense of peace and calm replaced your sense of nervousness.

Tommy then leaned down and kissed you once more before continuing on. ‘If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop’ he reassured you.

You nodded gratefully and he drew another lingering kiss from your lips and then kissed your sternum, down to your cleavage and your bare breasts.

His warm hands made your breath catch as they caressed the sensitive underside, hefting your breasts and worshipping them slowly. Your insides clenched with pleasure as he rubbed your hardened nubs, rubbing and rolling them over before bringing his lips down onto them.

‘Oh’ you gasped as Tommy’s wet tongue flicked over your flesh.

Your eyelids shut down as you took in the sensory overload of your two nipples being stimulated simultaneously. You never noticed his other hand moving down onto the crotch of your panties and you jerked as his tentative fingers rubbed your slit through my moist underwear.

As Tommy was stimulating you, you finally seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and undergarments down his legs at one go before he could protest. His cock jumped up, freed at last and you held the warm throbbing flesh with your hand, marveling at its warmth and inherent pulsating beat.

‘I need you inside of me Tommy’ you whispered, caressing his face as you did.

Tommy kicked his legs to work his pants down all the way as you continued to stroke him gently and when they were down around his ankles he grabbed your legs behind the knees gently. After he pushed down your panties, throwing them onto the floor besides the bed, he lifted your legs up and spread them apart, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance.

‘Are you sure about this Love?’ Tommy asked again quietly and you nodded in the affirmative as your hips rocked up against him, teasing him.

Tommy let out a gentle groan as he felt your wetness on the tip of his cock and began to slide his length over the lips of your sex gently.

After his tip had been lubricated enough, he gently pushed inside you a little, spreading your lips, before withdrawing again.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, desperate for more, but he was determined to take it slow, pushing in a little deeper as he entered you again.  

He pushed down a little further with each thrust, wetting its length with each stroke until, finally, he was buried all the way inside you.

‘Oh god’ you moaned and Tommy could clearly feel the wet heat that was enveloping his cock as he slowly began to slide in and out of you with deep but slow thrusts.

You wrapped your arms around Tommy and pulled him up for a passionate kiss and you lay like that, joined at the hips while you furiously kissed, tongues fighting for supremacy and breathing like you had both run a race.

Tommy then began to pull out until only the head of his cock remained in you and then slowly pushed back in again. Slow deep strokes, savoring the feelings of being joined together with you. The warm, wet friction was overwhelming. As he slowly stroked in and out of you tight pussy he began to slide his hips from side to side. Each stroke in and out was a change in direction, the head of his cock sliding across different areas of your mound, stimulating you in new and different ways.

‘Yes Tommy, fuck’ you began to scream as he continued to make love to you. Bucking up your hips, you indicated for him to go faster, to take you harder.

With several loud groans, Tommy continued to pound in and out of you, picking up the pace at your urging. You felt incredibly tight around his cock and he struggled to hold back much longer, having wanted to feel you for so long.

You could tell he was close and the thought of Tommy filling you with his warm cum drove you wild, sending you closer and closer to your own orgasm.

‘Come in me Tommy. I want to feel you come inside me’ you begged and Tommy pounded deep into you and grunted with each thrust.

‘Fuck yes’ you moaned again as he picked up speed and, just as he did, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

While screaming his name for all to hear, your walls contracted around him while your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

‘Oh god yes Tommy’ you cried, tears of joy running down your face, as your orgasm washed over you hard and fast and unlike anything else you had ever felt.

Your arousal and watching you come undone beneath him caused to Tommy to groan loudly. He could feel his balls tightening and knew the end was at hand.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he groaned as he felt the first spurt of cum shooting out the end of his cock. With that, he slammed himself as deep into your pussy as he could and held himself tightly against you and rocked from side to side.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, feeling Tommy’s cum fill you as he held himself tight against you, never wanting to pull out.

‘You feel so fucking good’ Tommy groaned again as you milked the last drop from him with your tight walls.

‘I want you to stay inside me forever Tommy’ you whispered before pulling him close for another kiss and, after a little while, his cock began to soften and he pushed himself tighter still against you to delay the inevitable while continuing to kiss you deeply.

After sharing deep passionate kisses for a few minutes, his shriveled cock slid out of you and your mixed fluids began to leak from your wet slit.

It felt incredible, knowing that you had united in the way you did.

Tommy eventually rolled of you and, while laying side by side you continued to kiss and caress each other while your breathing slowly returned to normal.

Tommy then kissed across your breast and slipped your nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he ran his hand across your body and down over your mound.

‘Oh my god Tommy’ you said in disbelieve as you reached down in between his legs as well, realising that his cock was hardening again.

‘That’s what you do to me Love’ Tommy grinned as, all of a sudden, he heard a car pull up in the driveway.

He jumped up quickly, put on his pants before reaching for the gun he left inside the chest of draws in the bedroom.

‘Tommy?’ you asked with concern but, just as you did, he put the gun back down, realising that it was his aunt Polly and her son Michael who were coming into the house.

‘Sorry Love. We will have to continue this later, eh’ Tommy said, causing you to pout.

‘I will make it up to you’ Tommy then grinned before pressing his lips onto yours once more for a quick but passionate kiss.

‘After you are done with business, you better going fuck me all night long Mr Shelby’ you said with determination just before Tommy left the bedroom.

‘That can be arranged’ he winked as he walked out of the door.

‘We’ve got a problem’ Polly said as soon as Tommy walked into the office on the lower floor of his house where Michael and Polly were already waiting for him.

‘This better be urgent as I am fucking busy, eh’ Tommy growled as he sat down, unbothered by the fact that he was still half naked, wearing nothing but his suit pants.

‘Here are the names and addresses of the three men who went to London. They report to a said Major James Y/LN, living at 132 Downing Lane, Birmingham. He also is in London at the moment’ Polly explained.

‘Fuck’ Tommy said as he realised that the man in charge was your father.

‘Do you know what he wants?’ Tommy then asked, swallowing harshly when he did.

‘See you hang and us in jail I would say’ Polly said as she threw a stack of papers onto Tommy’s desk with file notes from a source Michael had in London.

‘We can take him out, but we need to do it tonight Tom. We have men in London who can do it’ Michael then suggested while Tommy started to look through the papers.

‘No’ Tommy then said, causing Polly to shout and argue.

‘Tommy, he will hang you, probably us too. We have the chance to take him tonight. We need to do this’ Polly argued.

‘No Pol. I will deal with it, eh’ Tommy responded angrily.

‘It’s because of her, isn’t it? You are fucking her, aren’t you? Michael has told me about the security guards at the address and the payoffs’ Polly said, causing Tommy to sigh.

‘She’s got nothing to do with any of this Pol’ Tommy growled.

‘Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you fall for a fucking spy, now would it Tommy?’ Polly growled harshly, thinking back at when Tommy got involved with Grace.

‘I said I fucking deal with it, Pol’ Tommy shouted and it was at this point that Polly got even more upset and angry.

‘If you don’t, I will and if I have to kill them both, then so be it. I am not losing my son over this. You’ve got one week Tommy’ Polly said before telling Michael that it was time to go.

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[multifandom-girlie]

𝐁𝐮𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨

Imagine: Elijah takes you to the small town in Italy where you were born for your birthday and gives you a very nice wake up.

Pairing: Elijah x Vampire!Reader

Warning: Fluff and Smut

Words: 2350

A/N: This Smut is briefly based on the song 'Eyes on Fire' by Blue Foundation and Delena's morning love scene in 4x08 but then again not really, that's why BRIEFLY is the key word. Anyhow, enjoy ! :))

Ever since I met Elijah, he would always be planning surprises or taking me on romantic dates. It's just apart of his charm, he loves spoiling me and making it known that he loves me. I love that he does it even now, after so many years together.

We got married in 998, two years before we were both turned. We hated being turned because we had plans to have children of our own and it was ruined by transitioning into vampires. Clearly, we learnt to live on but we still wish sometimes that we were human. Even if just for a day. 

For my one thousand and forty-fifth birthday, he decided to take me to someplace I'd been but never remembered. My birth place, Portofino in Italy.

It's a beautiful little fishing village just on the Italian Riviera coastline, Southeast of Genoa city. It's littered with pastel coloured houses, high end boutiques and seafood restaurants and a small cobbled square overlooking the harbor which is lined with super yachts. Obviously, it was much more natural when I was last year considering it’s been one thousand years and everything is mainly man made, quite clearly. Still beautiful though.

I woke up listening to the sound of the waves crashing gently just outside of the window, feeling the warm summer breeze of the air hitting me hard, the smell of freshly cooked bread and not forgetting the flashy rays of sun gluing to me, making me feel comforted. I turned a little to realise that this moment I was having was rare, not only was I one year older and in Italy. I am still laid in bed with my husband, which doesn't happen as much as I wanted it too. He's always getting called off by Klaus but today, he was here. 

I’ll seek you out. Flay you alive. One more word and you won’t survive.

I relished in the feeling, backing myself into him as much as possible. Loving the warmth radiating from our naked bodies being pressed together. His muscular arm - that he wasn't laying his head on - wrapped around my waist and pulled me impossibly closer. My hair had fallen to the pillow, leaving my neck exposed which Elijah took advantage of and started to kiss lightly. I smiled widely and closed my eyes again, loving the feeling of his soft lips and stubble brushing against my skin. He moved lower and placed light pecks on my shoulder. As loving as the gesture was, I couldn’t help but think of the other, unspeakable things he could be doing with that mouth. My hand that was weaved with his fingers moved behind me and started to stroke Elijah's bare hips. He hummed in content and stroked my stomach, tracing the curve of my hips as he lowered gradually.

And I’m not scared; of your stolen power. I see right through any hour.

As I was stroking his hips and he had moved to stroke the smooth skin above my clit, I felt his cock begging to be touched. The tip brushing against the bottom of my thoracic spine. Thoughts turning sinful, I reached my hand towards his unbearable hardness and stroked his large cock. His breaths getting harder, were tickling my neck making me speed up. I moved forward a little to make it easier for me to pleasure him and after a few seconds he took my hand away and moved me against him again. I was confused at first but realised why he did it. It was my birthday, he likes to make me feel good on my birthday. He doesn't let me take care of him.

I won’t soothe your pain. I won’t ease your strain.

He clutched my hand and brought in front of me, allowing him to close the small gap of space I had made when moving forward. His free hand reached in between us and grabbed his length which he began stroking up and down the warmth between my legs. I was humming in delight when the hand attached to the arm he was laying on, began to stroke my hair. Stretching my smile even more. He finally stopped stroking my clit and situated his large penis at the ingress of my vagina.

You’ll be waiting in vain. I’ve got nothing for you to gain.

He moved his hand away again and crept the pads of his fingertips up the side of my body until he found and gathered my breast in his hand. As he was toying around with my nipple he suddenly thrusted into me and hit my sweet spot almost instantly. 

I’m taking it slow. Feeding my flame. Shuffling the cards of your game.

I threw my head back into the crook of his neck, whilst he kept up his heavy but slow thrusts. He moved his hand from my breast and grabbed my hand that was clutching the sheets beneath us. He held it so he had an example of the pleasure rippling through out me. I occupied my other hand by running it through his hair. I felt him watching me closely whilst driving me closer to climax but he decided to top it off with light kisses down my ear and neck. When he got as far as he could with his lips, he occupied his free hand to trail down the rest of my body.

And just in time; in the right place. Suddenly, I will play my ace.

The grip on his hand that I had gained, was getting arguably strengthier. I could hear the strain on the bones in his hand but nevertheless he kept his composure. His other hands fingers traced down my spine, creating pleasurable shivers. I screwed my eyes shut and bit my lip hard. I waited for him to pull out so I could turn around. I managed to and pressed my lips, that had specs of my blood from biting too hard on them against his. We pulled away he darted his tongue out and tasted some of my blood and I flipped us around.

I won’t soothe your pain. I won’t ease your strain. You’ll be waiting in vain. I got nothing for you too gain.

I pushed down on one of his shoulders and pushed his hair back out of his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile at how lucky I was. I leaned down and kissed him lovingly more than lustfully. When I pulled away, he flipped us back over. I grabbed his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I smiled whilst continuing the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer and rubbing my wet heat against his crotch. The tip of his penis was stroking my stomach as I was continuing the loving kiss we had shared, just moments before. I smiled against his mouth and sat up, continuing to glue my mouth to his own.

Eyes on fire. Your spine is ablaze.

Arms belonging to me, settled around his neck and gently pulled him closer to me as I rested my weight on his thighs. His lips were removed from my own and had taken their place below my ear, right next to my jaw and kissed it. Eyes of my own fluttered shut and my hips began a steady pace on his thigh. Grinding on it and feeling my high get inevitably closer. He smiled against my neck and pulled away, grabbing my face.

“Open your eyes, beautiful.”

I obeyed his wishes and stared deeply into him as he did to me. I stopped the movement of my hips on his thigh, stopping my release from layering on to his leg. 

“I’m sorry my love. I got carried away, I’m desperate.”

He chuckled at me and kissed my forehead, cheeks, eyes, nose and finally left a lingering kiss on my lips.

“Don’t ever be sorry my beautiful wife, you do whatever you want. I promise either way I will willingly give you your release your so desperately wanting.”

I looked into the dark but romantic abyss of his eyes and smiling. Remembering more intently than usual, just why I am and ever was in love with this wonderfully rare creating of a man.

“You really don't the mind ?”

He once again chuckled.

“Who am I to deny my Queen on her birthday ? You shall have whatever you would like and more.”

I rolled my eyes. The amount of times he's said that.

“I love you Mr Mikaelson.”

He clutched my face with his hands and whispered.   

“I love you Mrs Mikaelson.”

I smiled and kissed him once again. 

Felling any foe with my gaze. 

We continued to show our love to each other with our mouths when I decided to more a little further. I allowed my hand to wander to his always impressive length and stroke it a little, he groaned into my mouth in pleasure. He still mustered up the strength to remove my hand anyway, no matter his feelings. He clutched my hips and pulled away from my mouth, looking into my eyes. My hands wrapped around his neck tighter and eyes stayed glued to him whilst he lowered my body down on to his insanely erect member. I sighed in pleasure and the light smile stayed on my face as I bit my lip, feeling him reach my limit already. Being the only one who had been able to reach it, turned Elijah on more and he grinned at me. 

And just in time. In the right place. Steadily emerging with grace.

His fingers near enough engraved white prints onto my love handles as he kept my pace steady. My hands clutched his shoulders as I rose and lowered myself on him once again. We rested our foreheads against one another's and moaned. I kept up the pace of my fast bounces and he removed his forehead from mine; ducking his head to show as much affections to my breasts as I was doing to his cock. I started to get sloppy as my energy was draining from the pleasure he was filling me with. He noticed the pace slowing down and hugged me to him as he mercilessly thrusted his hips into mine. The soft moans that were previously filling the room, were now rougher and teamed with the slaps of our skin from the thrusts. My hips, thighs and back were flushed with the prints of his hands from clutching tightly. The rough thrusts were blurring my vision more and more the closer I got to release. 

Felling any foe with my gaze.

His hands groped my behind and pulled me even closer to him so we were no flushed against each other. My elevated position allowed my breasts to caress his face with every thrust, making him grin like an idiot. He kissed every inch of both of them and loved every second of it, knowing full well it was driving me impossible closer to my release. I held the post of the bed and forced myself to restart my bounces on him, only this time faster. His head hit the headboard as he threw it back, though it didn't cause any pain. I grabbed one of the hands that was almost glued to my waist as he was gripping so hard and rubbed it on my clit. Luckily, Elijah understood what I meant when I did that and roughened his pace, pressing harder and rubbing faster. Following that I used my hand to grip his balls, driving him closer to orgasm. 

Steadily emerging with grace.

“Elijah, honey...i’m so close.”

Once again, my energy had rapidly disappeared and I had to result to leaving him to the work again. It didn't stop me from rocking myself back and forth though, whilst clutching one of his thighs with one hand and his balls with the other.

“I know, beautiful. Just a little longer for me though, sweetheart. I want to make it a birthday you'll never forget, amore mio.”

I smiled at his words. He never fails to make it a day I won't forget.

“I’m turning one thousand and forty-five honey and I remember this part of my birthday every year, I'm sure I won't forget this one.”

As if he was retaliating to my statement, he flipped me over on to my hands and knees. Just when I thought this couldn't get any better, he pressed himself against my behind and caressing my breasts as they were hanging down, due to my position. I bit my lip and he rubbed the tight hole of my behind, as if he was waiting for my permission. 

Felling any foe with my gaze.

We'd never really thought about anal as much, maybe we just never got around to it but now it was approaching it seemed forbidden. I was still itching to see if it was so bad after all though, so I moaned and push back into him. He grinned and grabbed my hip, lining himself up and thrusting in with no hesitation. It stung a little but nothing I couldn't handle. I let my head fall down into the comforter, crying in pleasure loudly and almost ripping the sheets from me clutching so much. He groaned even louder than before and thrusted in again and again and again. At this point, I had never felt so fulfilled-sexually-in my life. I hummed in content and started shake slightly from pleasure. I could feel him start to throb alerting me of him getting seconds away from release.

Steadily emerging with grace.

I pulled myself away and sat on top of him again, wanting him to come inside of my pussy. I kissed him deeply and bounced on top and my first bounce had him coming already and I smiled widely before allowing myself to release onto him to. My orgasm glided thickly down his cock reaching his base and the feeling of the my warm juices, got him off even more.

I threw my head back in pleasure and he collapsed beside me, pulling the sheets over us and ushering me to cuddle into his side, which I did. I placed a sloppy kiss on his chest, tightening my hold on him.

“Yes, absolutely will not forget this one.”

He chuckled along with my giggle and kissed my head.

“I should hope so, Mrs Mikaelson. I tried so hard that I experimented, I didn't even know if you'd like it....although judging by your flushed face and beautiful smile on your face, I'm willing to gamble that I did in fact honour my wishes ?”

I shook my head and kissed him lovingly.

“Of course you did, honey.”

He grinned and kissed me once again.

“Happy birthday, beautiful.”

I kissed him again in gratefulness. 

“Thank you, handsome. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

MASTERLIST

[jaehyunfirstlove]

let me love you down

You’re a former idol trainee turned fashion designer, called back by the company to dress one of their groups for their next comeback. You assume it’s for one of their girl groups, but you’re surprised to see it’s for one of their boy groups. That’s when you meet him again, the one who’d had a crush on you when you were both trainees, except now, he’s no longer the cute boy with dimples. He’s a man now, and he’s determined to prove it to you.

Pairing: idol!jaehyun x noona!reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: noona kink (reader is a few years older than Jaehyun), nipple play, fingering, sex in front of a mirror, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (m. receiving), dirty talk, swearing

Word count: 3.5k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ @mrg-jjh (send me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics)

A/N: purely self-indulgent haha

You walked the halls of the familiar building, memories of your trainee days coming back to you, both pleasant and not so pleasant. You smiled as you passed the practice rooms, remembering the endless hours of dancing you’d done in them, as well as the hours of sitting around and gossiping with the other trainees. You didn’t miss the grueling regimen, but you did miss the friendships you’d made along the way.

“Y/N!” One of those trainee friends, now turned idol, ran towards you now with arms outstretched.

“Irene!” you squealed, as you both wrapped your arms around each other for a tight hug.

“I heard you were coming today! It’s so nice to see you!” Irene wrapped an arm around your waist, looking you up and down, “and you look fantastic!”

You beamed at her praise, twirling around so she could see your outfit for the day, which you had designed.

“So, is it your group I’m dressing for the comeback?” you asked, thinking it made the most sense, as your style fit their concept the best.

“Nope,” Irene shrugged, “you’re in there.” She pointed towards a meeting room at the end of the hall.

“Oh, okay.” You were confused, but hugged Irene goodbye and promised to keep in touch. When you opened the door to the meeting room you were surprised to see the members of one of the company’s boy groups, along with their managers.

The concept was explained to you and you understood why they had called you in, and you were excited to work on something new, not having designed menswear before. As you listened to the pitch and took notes, you couldn’t help but feel a certain pair of eyes on you much more than the others. You remembered training with most of them, but they had been a whole lot younger back then, and you, being one of the older trainees, didn’t spend too much time around them. Out of curiosity you finally turned to them, studying their faces, until you came to the one who had been giving you looks.

He held your gaze for a moment, smiling, before he turned away shyly. You remembered him for sure, you could never forget those dimples. He had been the one that all the girls said had a crush on you, and teased you mercilessly about it. You smiled at the memory, and at the fact he had grown up well, the pudgy face of early adolescence transformed into the sharp cheekbones and jawline that made him the well-earned visual of his group.

With the meeting over each member came up to you and re-introduced themselves, asking you if you remembered them, talking all at once, bringing up stories and memories, some you remembered, some you didn't. Jaehyun, the one who’d had a crush on you back then, stood back a bit from the other members, just watching you with a shy smile on his face.

“And you remember Jaehyun, don’t you, noona?” Johnny suddenly said, pushing Jaehyun forward so he stood right in front of you. The other members snickered, apparently his little crush was well known amongst them as well.

“Of course,” you said, smiling at him, “it’s nice to see you again, Jaehyun.”

Flustered, he didn’t know whether to bow or shake your hand, so he settled on both, bending slightly towards you with his hand outstretched. You took his hand and shook it, noticing how cold and clammy it was. His ears were also a bright red, and he was aware of it, once you took your hand away he couldn’t help but touch them nervously with his hand.

“It’s nice to see you too, noona,” he said, and you couldn’t help but notice how much deeper his voice had gotten. He really did grow up well, you thought.

“I’m really looking forward to working with all of you,” you addressed them all, wanting to break the awkward atmosphere that had settled. There was a chorus of cheers, the members clearly happy about working with you as well. “I am going to need a couple of you to come by my studio tomorrow to do an initial fitting though.”

As the leader it was Taeyong’s job to assign people, so he looked around at each member. You noticed that Jaehyun looked at him hopefully. “Um, I think Haechan should be available, and…” he looked around again, and Jaehyun actually stepped up to him with his hand raised, “okay, Jaehyun can go too.” He chuckled, giving in.

“Okay thanks, I’ll see you two tomorrow,” you pointed at the two members who would be joining you the next day. Haechan smirked, side-eyeing Jaehyun, who just smiled widely at you.

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The next day you got a text from Haechan saying that he wasn’t feeling too well so he couldn't make it to the fitting and that he was sorry, and he hoped that just having Jaehyun would be enough. You texted back saying it was fine, and that you hoped he would feel better.

You busied yourself around the studio while you waited, laying out the garments you were anxious for them to try. You had hoped for at least two members to get a better idea of sizing, but you’d have to make do with just one. You found it sweet that Jaehyun had clearly wanted to volunteer, and you were looking forward to catching up with him to see how he liked the idol life. Halfway through your idol training you had decided it wasn’t for you and had quit, deciding instead to go into fashion design. You didn’t regret your decision at all, loving your work, and watching idols perform onstage was enough for you, content that you hadn’t pursued that life. You had great respect for the trainees who’d made it, remembering how difficult it had been for you, and working with them again was definitely a treat.

In the middle of your reminiscence, Jaehyun walked into your studio. You almost didn’t recognize him, thinking he was a model from one of your other projects. He was dressed casually, in a black t-shirt and jeans, barefaced, his black hair tinted with streaks of blue, but he still exuded such a presence that you were taken aback.

“Oh, Jaehyun,” you said, startled slightly as he approached you.

“Noona,” he bowed gracefully, then smiled. There was an air about him that almost made him seem regal, like a prince undercover, and there were no traces of the shyness he’d exhibited the day before.

You couldn’t help but look him up and down, the change in his demeanor putting him in a whole new light. Your business brain observed the broadness of his shoulders, and how shirts and jackets would hang off them perfectly, how his narrow waist would show off the cut of a tailored coat, and how the proportions of his long legs and solidly built torso would make the perfect canvas for any creation you could come up with.

He saw you staring and smiled widely, his dimples getting deeper while his eyes crinkled ever so cutely. You remembered liking his face when he was younger, but the cuteness had morphed into a drop-dead gorgeousness that you couldn’t help but acknowledge. And the way he looked at you now, far from the puppy-dog eyes of youth, it was more intense, but somehow still playful.

“Um, shall we get started?” you cleared your throat, trying to clear your brain of the mixed emotions you were feeling, knowing you had a job to do.

You brought him over to a rack of clothes in front of a full-length mirror, showing him the different ideas you had for the comeback. He nodded now and then, giving you feedback when you asked and offering his own opinions here and there. You found he was very knowledgeable when it came to fashion and fabrics, and he had very firm opinions on what he liked and what he didn’t like. You appreciated that because it made your job so much easier, now you had a pretty good idea of what you wanted to do.

“Wow, that’s great!” you said, when he had finished giving you his detailed opinion on one of the outfits. “Why don’t you try it on, and then we can tweak any parts that you’re not happy with.” You handed him the outfit and pointed him towards a changing room in the back of the studio.

You sat on the sofa waiting for him to come out, and when he did your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. He’d foregone wearing a shirt underneath the jacket, and had zipped it only halfway, so a good part of his chest was showing. The leather pants were skintight, straining against his muscular thighs, and showing too much of what was between his legs that you had to look away. He came and stood in front of you, so that you were eye level with his crotch.

“What do you think, noona?” he asked nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t currently a walking thirst trap.

“Um,” you cleared your throat, standing up quickly so that his crotch wasn’t in your view, “looks great!” you fiddled with the fabric, adjusting here and there, but you found that doing that made you touch him far too much. Brushes of your hands against his body, and you could feel the firmness even through the fabric. You were also so close to him that you could feel him breathing, feel the rise and fall of his chest under your hands. The worst part, however, was that you could smell him, a scent so intoxicating that it made your head spin.

He watched you the entire time, not saying a word, his eyes following your movements. You started to get nervous under his stare, with the intense way he was looking at you, and you fumbled with the zipper of the jacket trying to zip it up further to cover him up and salvage some of your sanity. Close to the top, it got stuck, probably because your hand was shaking and you couldn’t do it smoothly. You tried to unstick it, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Here, let me try,” Jaehyun offered, but it was stuck fast and wouldn’t move.

“We’ll have to cut you out of it, it’s just a sample so no big deal,” you said, turning around to get some fabric scissors to cut with. Just then there was a loud tearing sound echoing in the room, and you turned around in shock to see Jaehyun had ripped the jacket open, his chest now fully exposed, nipples perking from the coolness of the air conditioning.

“I got it,” he said cockily, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched your reaction.

Your jaw was probably on the floor, eyes bulging out of your sockets. Your hands reached towards him, whether to cover him up or touch his chest you really couldn’t tell. Your reaction seemed to embolden him though, because he stepped forward towards you, right into your personal space.

“Do you like what you see, noona?” he asked, his voice low but teasing.

You were now eye level with his chest, and you had to admit, you really liked what you were seeing.

“I know I had a little crush on you when I was younger,” he continued, his voice as sweet as honey, “but I’m older now,” he leaned even closer to you, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “bigger too.”

Everything he was saying and doing was going straight to your core, and your hands flew up and fisted into his torn jacket. He grabbed your hips and spun you around so that you were both facing the mirror.

“Do you like me, noona?” he asked sweetly, pulling your hair to one side so he could have access to your neck. You angled your head to open up more of your neck to him, falling hopelessly under his spell.

“Yes,” you breathed, and he didn’t quite kiss you yet, just his lips hovering over your skin. You could feel goosebumps forming as you watched him in the mirror, teasing you.

“Would you like it if I kissed you?” he said, breath hot against your neck.

“Yes,” you nodded, watching in breathless anticipation as he leaned further in. Just before his lips connected with your skin he locked eyes with you in the mirror and smirked.

Your knees went weak as he sucked harshly on your skin, there were no tentative or tender kisses, just all out sucking, teeth grazing, definitely leaving marks that you’d have to hide. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place, and soon enough you could feel his hard bulge pressing against your ass.

You tried not to moan out loud, but then his hands started to roam, one of them moving up under your shirt, up your stomach, over your bra. He groaned when he felt only the flimsy lace separating his fingers from your perked nipple. He pinched it, and you couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped your lips.

“Oh fuck, noona,” he groaned into your shoulder, “I knew you would sound sexy.”

While you were too busy basking in the pleasure of his fingers pinching your nipples, you barely noticed that his other hand had moved down, undoing your jeans and slipping over the matching lace of your panties. You inhaled sharply as he cupped your pussy, gripping it almost possessively.

“Is this okay, noona?” he asked, and you could hear him breathing heavily.

“Yessss,” you breathed out, the word elongating because now he was tearing your shirt off and unhooking your bra, throwing the garments to a corner of the room. Your upper half was now bare to him, and he looked at you in the mirror, eyes hungry with lust.

“Fuck, you’re more beautiful than I ever remembered,” he said, awe in his voice, before he went back to pinching your nipples. He watched you in the mirror as you whimpered, tweaking and pinching and pulling lightly, and the louder you got the harder he did it.

“You like that, don’t you, noona?” His voice sweet like honey again. He pulled the hand out that was cupping your pussy and yanked your jeans and underwear down, so that now you were completely bare to him.

“So fucking sexy,” he groaned, pressing his obvious erection even harder against your ass. He was still fully clothed and you were completely naked, and for some reason that turned you on even more. You were sure you were dripping wet for him and sure enough, when you looked in the mirror you could see your arousal glistening on the insides of your thighs. This observation didn’t escape him either, his hand slipping between your legs, middle finger rubbing the wetness along your slit.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned right into your ear, and you moaned even louder, throwing your head back against his shoulder as his finger made a mess of you.

“Do you like this, noona?” he whispered, slipping two fingers inside you. You arched your back as his fingers penetrated you, a long drawn out moan the only answer you could manage to his question. “Does it feel good?” he asked, thrusting his fingers deeper inside of you. You could only nod vigorously, your limbs turning to jelly as the pleasure coursed through your body. You could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach starting to form, and you started panting as it crept up on you.

“Are you close, noona?” he breathed into your ear, picking up the pace, ramming his fingers so hard into you that you couldn’t help but cry out, clinging onto his arm as the knot in your stomach snapped, and you came, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

“So fucking hot,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out of you. He gave you a moment of reprieve, letting you rest for a moment against his chest as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. You watched his face in the mirror as he rubbed the tip of it against your wet folds, his lips pursed with concentration, his eyes dark and hooded. Once again he looked up and locked eyes with you in the mirror, a sexy smirk forming on his face before he rammed his cock into your pussy from behind.

You almost fell forward from the force of his thrust but he caught you, arms around your middle as he fucked into you. There was no gentleness in his movements, just power and raw strength, and that aroused you so much you thought you would pass out. You held onto his arms for dear life as he pounded ruthlessly into you, your throat already getting hoarse from the needy whines and whimpers that you couldn’t hold back.

“You like it, noona?” he growled into your ear, “You like my cock?”

“Fuck, yes!” you screamed, your eyes glazing over as the pleasure once again spread throughout your body.

“You look so good with my cock buried inside you,” he whispered, “look at how your pretty pussy swallows my cock.” He spread your thighs apart so you could see in the mirror, and you were mesmerized by the way his cock disappeared into your pussy. Suddenly he lifted you up by your thighs like you weighed nothing, and bounced you on his cock, opening up your legs even further for a better view.

“That’s better,” he said, pleased at how much more he could see now.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you were a mess. Your hair was all over the place, your mascara was smudged, your lipstick smeared. Your jaw was slack and your eyes were glassy, you couldn’t believe how fucked out you looked. It only served to spur Jaehyun on.

“Fuck, you look so hot bouncing on my cock,” he said, voice raspy, gripping your thighs so hard you were sure you’d have an imprint of his fingers there. The way he was manhandling you, the filthy things coming from his mouth, all served to bring you to your second orgasm of the day, clenching hard around him.

“That’s it, noona, come for me, come all over my cock,” he growled, breath coming in short gasps, signalling that he was close, “you’re so fucking sexy when you come.”

You screamed when you came, his thrusts so hard and deep you could swear you felt him in your guts.

“I’m gonna come, noona,” he said through gritted teeth, and at that moment you had the overwhelming urge to taste him.

“In my mouth,” you panted, and he obliged, pulling you off him and setting you down on your feet. You were glad you didn’t have to stand, your legs wobbly as you knelt down in front of him. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his cock was, red and angry and glistening with your juices, and you took it into your mouth hungrily.

“Oh fuck, noona!” he cried out, his hands threading through your hair. He was watching you bob on his cock in the mirror, trying to hold out because you looked so hot doing it.

“That’s it, noona,” he encouraged, “your mouth feels so good,” he threw his head back, concentrating, but he slipped momentarily and rammed his cock down your throat. You gagged for a second, but the feeling actually turned you on, and you tried to take more of him into your mouth as you could.

“Oh shit, noona,” he moaned, “you like that, don’t you?”

You looked up at him and nodded, and the look in his eyes was almost feral. He took a hold of your head then, and started to fuck your throat, once again sparing you no mercy. He was rough on you and you loved it, pulling at your hair just hard enough that the pain mixed with the pleasure, and you could feel the wetness once again pooling between your legs. Your throat constricting around his cock triggered his orgasm, and he groaned loudly as his warm cum spilled down your throat. You took it all, swallowing every drop, and when he pulled out you swiped your tongue along the tip.

“Holy fucking shit, noona,” he swore, his eyes wide with awe as he looked down at you. He tried to keep up his cocky demeanor, but traces of the shyness from the day before were there too, and you couldn’t help but smile. He helped you stand up and gathered you into his arms, smiling somewhat shyly at you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Yes, very much okay.” You answered, although you knew you’d have marks on your neck and imprints on your thighs that you’d have to answer for. Either way it was worth it, as you finally discovered what that boy with the dimples was all about.

[whimsicallywayward15]

Kinktober 2021, Day - 8: Mercy.

A/n: Hello, hello. Guess who decided that it was time to serve the Barbathots? So, here I am, presenting some Barb smut for y'all horny homies. It's 11:50 PM and I need a cold fucking shower after writing this.

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Pairing: Barbatos/Main Character (Ariadne Kondos)

Rating: Explicit (18+ Audiences)

Content Tags: Bondage, Rope Bondage, Overstimulation, dom!Barbatos, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut

Summary: MC (Ariadne Kondos) decided to act bratty. Barbatos decided to punish her with "mercy".

Prompt: Orgasm Denial | Bondage | Latex/Leather

Word Count: 1,075

Note: Find the prompt list I am following here.

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The red silk ropes stood out beautifully against the woman’s flawlessly fair skin. They criss-crossed her body, framing her assets in the most flattering ways. The blonde’s perfectly round breasts were held up taught, and her nipples perky and painfully erect, begging to be touched, licked and sucked at. A network of intricate knots wove down her toned abdomen, drawing attention to her crotch.

The demon’s fingers traced her wet folds, making her gasp at the unexpected touch, and smirked at how aroused she already was. “You’re so easy to excite, love. So wet, and I haven’t even touched you properly.” He spoke against her ear as she sucked in a breath. Then he reached for another length of the rope which was connected with a pulley system that was installed in the ceiling. He tied the rope to one of her legs before picking it up and suspending her high, spreading her pussy for anyone, who were to enter the room, to see. And all she could do was somehow balance herself on the ball of her other foot.

He stepped back, admiring his work. “It’s really a pity that you can’t see just how perfect you look in this moment, Ariadne. And I might have done something for that to happen, had you not been a brat while I was preparing Young Master and Lucifer’s dinner.” He told her, disappointment clear in his deep baritone.

“I told you to wait, to let me be done with my work. However, you decided to disobey me.” He continued as she gulped, mentally cursing herself for trying to distract him from work when he had warned her against it. She could only hope that he would be merciful, keeping in mind that this was her first time disobeying him. And definitely the last too.

He circled around her suspended form, chartreuse eyes drinking in the sight of her gorgeous naked body before grabbing her face gently and capturing her lips in a scorching kiss. Between the demon’s fiery kiss and the fact that he was going to punish her, she could feel her body heat up with desire and anticipation. “I hope you are ready for the consequences of disobeying me, love.” the green-haired demon whispered against her lips, making her shiver at the promise made by those words.

“B-Barb…” She moaned breathily.

“Uh huh. Tonight, you shall refer to me as ‘Sir’. Do you understand?”

“Yessss…” Suddenly, the sound of a slap reverberated through the otherwise quiet room. Ariadne cried out as her ass stung from the impact of his gloved hand against her skin. “Y-Yes, Sir…”

“Good girl.” He praised her. As a reward, he took off those wretched gloves off his strong hands with the help of his mouth. “You are lucky that this was your first time disobeying me. I’ll have mercy on you. Just this once.” He continued, massaging one of her breasts with his now bare hand.

The human let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. However, little did she know what was to befall her.

His hand continued it’s assault, the other one joining in a few minutes later as Barbatos littered teasing butterfly kisses all over her jaw and throat. Upon finding her pulse point, he licked the skin above it before sucking a prominent hickey there. It was enough to coax out one of the lewdest sounds he had ever heard her make. “So responsive you are…” He mused out loud before returning to his ministrations.

“Only for you, Sir-” Was all that she could say before she was cut off by another moan. “F-Fuck.”

Her response was met by an approving hum as the demon focused on lavishing all of his attention on her lovely breasts, kneading them and teasing those perky buds until they were red and sore from overstimulation. “P-Please…” She whimpered, trying to pull away but unable to.

Barbatos smiled serenely at her. “Well… since you asked so nicely, I’ll leave them alone. For now. ” And with that, he pulled away from her trembling form, letting her catch her breath as he looked through a small chest that occupied a small corner of the room. A few minutes later, he returned with a vibrator.

“Mmm… you smell sinful, Ariadne. I could smell your arousal all the way in that corner.” The demon butler purred, fingers teasing her drenched folds with feather-like touches. Oh how she wanted to buck and chase the feeling of his fingers against her pussy. However, she couldn’t. Unless she wished to be left suspended with no support at all. And so, she resorted to whining and begging him until he decided to push two of his fingers inside her, immediately starting to thrust in and out of her slowly. He took his time, finding and massaging her clit from the inside, making her see stars as she lost herself into the throes of pleasure he was bringing her. “Yessss… R-Right there…” She let out in a shaky voice. “Your fingers… feel so good, Sir…” Her sentences were broken, and she was on the verge of losing all comprehension.

His skillful fingers worked her right to the edge, hitting all of her sensitive spots. But, right when she was about to go over, he pulled out his fingers, leaving her a whiny mess until she felt the vibrator nestling against her clit. Her eyes met his, which were gleaming dangerously. It didn’t take her much time to figure out what was in store for her. “But you said-” She started speaking with wide eyes, but was cut off when he turned the device on and set it on the highest level. She screamed as she was thrown over the edge.

“I know what I said, love. And this is me being merciful, by letting you come all night long. Or… would you have, perhaps, preferred to have been denied the ability to come at all this entire night?” He asked rhetorically, not really requiring an answer.

Meanwhile, even as she had just climaxed, the device didn’t let up, continuing to vibrate against her swollen nub until she was moaning, screaming and coming again for a second and a third time. By her sixth orgasm, the human had completely lost count of her orgasms as Barbatos continued his pleasurable torture the entire night.

Come morning, she would know never to mess with a butler and his work.

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[kakubun]

hello :) i saw your requests were open so, may i request how suna would react to seeing the miya twins’s fangirls attack you?

a/n: okie dokie!! (also i dont have good titles)

Reaction To Miya Twins' Fangirls Attacking You

suna × gen!reader

you're highkey creeped out about both of your friends' fangirls

it's just that they would ask you to do a favour or a request involving either both of the twins

you always declined to the point it gets annoying, you so nicely said "no thanks, i'd rather not do that" and they still bugged you about it

they were persistent that you wish to scream for them to do it themselves but something tells you if you did, they would do something much more worse than their favours

suna would sometimes rescue you out of these situation whenever you try to make them back off and he would stand behind and ask the girls what they want from their manager

and it always end up of them walking away quickly and leave an akward tension for a while but you didn't forget to thank suna

you sat with suna, the guy you were crushing on and he would do a lot of things that would fluster you in so many ways without even trying

man, if he were to open the door for anyone, you'd get butterflies storming in your stomach

you put your knees up to your chest and rock back and forth, trying to think of a way to stop them and you kept quiet when you feel suna looking at

suna would just wait patiently for you to bring up your problem cause you would always glance at him for a question before asking it

but you look so dang tense, it worried him

"what's got you all worried?" you would be dazed and slump even more on the bench and mumble your response

"i hate them so much, i should leave the club-" suna immediately objected and you look up at him in suprise in which he turns away and shakes his head

"don't, you're still going to be friends with the two knuckleheads. they will always find away to bother you love" hearing the nickname he has for you now made you doubt, he only uses it when he's being genuine but you still reasoned with him

telling him maybe it'll go away for a bit, not as worse as this and you remembered you never told the team about this, only suna and the miya twins

you knocked on your head twice and sighed, you should've told the team about this and suna smiled while placing a hand on your head

"let's tell them now, shall we?"

the whole team being suprised was an understatement, you chuckled when they look terribly shocked to how much trouble you're facing in and out of the club

the miya twins might've hung their heads in shame in which you waved at them to stop but osamu whispered his apology

everyone then puffed out their chests and promised to protect you from any form of danger which you twitch to how loud they acted

kita held your hand and brushed it, telling you that if you have anything to say, say it to them and akagi nodded vigirously, agreeing with his captain

same with ginjima who gave his sound effects with cracking his knuckles

the others were there to protect you as well

aran promises to be there for you and joking around to be your personal bodyguard, you feel tickled by this and punched him in the shoulder

everyone's comfort made you feel safe that's why you can easily go to school without any fans on your back because everyone was there for you, you could cry

but unfortunely a time has to come where they did caught up to you without you having any defense

the miya twins and suna planned a study group right after school and you accidently left some of your notes in class

you nervously scratched your neck mentioning this to them and they immediately pushed you back to get the papers

atsumu scolded you because of pettiness because he wanted to start after school and osamu flicked atsumu's ear because of his impatience

osamu and suna reassured you and asked you to get it back now

"i'll be back very quickly!" "ya better be!"

midway in the hall to your classroom you realized nobody accompanied you and your heart dropped and you feared to meet the duo who harassed you about your friends from day one

ah, the classroom's empty

perfect, you quickly walked to the classroom but someone's feet stopped you and you got slammed into the class' locker

(aw shucks, didn't see that coming)

"well, well what do we have here?" one was sneering in rotten irritation while the other chuckled at your humilation

they hit your head hard so whatever threat they said at first went over your head, literally

you wanted to escape so bad, she still gripped your vest harshly and the way her knuckles went into your chest made you pissed on how strong she was

you kicked one in the crotch so she could stumble back and you ran past her in the gap but the other hooked your leg in her arm

thank god when you fell, you guarded your face from the floor and managed to not bruise it from how hard you fell

groans still came out from the other girl as the one holding your leg, yanked you close to them

you kept fighting back, trying to desperately kick her chest which you could but she started twisting your ankle

"NO!-" "what's goin' on here?"

you looked up in relief and suna picked you up, placing your face in his chest while he coldly glare at the fangirls

he looked at you to see if there's any bruises and scratches and he was grateful you didn't have any

the twist wasn't that frightening so you didn't get a sprain

he also noticed you're empty handed so he whispered to you to get your belongings while he was busy glaring at the two girls shaking in their shoes

"i'm sorry-" "don't say a word just yet."

dang you kinda shivered there because his tone was assertive and scary, you looked back at him to see his dominant demeanor which made you more scared of him

when you got back to his side, he hugged you and kissed your temple and you got more suprised to what he did and he carried on like normal

"if ya dare hurt my beloved partner, i'll hurt ya back."

quietly stepping out the classroom and being further away from it made you breathe in deeply and he tapped your cheek to see if you're doing fine

"thank you.. suna"

you don't know what the hell was he going to do to the fangirls if they ever hurted you but you didn't care as you intertwine your hands with his

"about time, y/n~"

he pecked your temple again which you lightly punched his side and you both softly chuckle, countinuing your walk in peace while you struggle to contain your happiness

finally he confessed first and not you so all the burden on your shoulders were lifted

short bonus!

"i know for a fact he's confessing" atsumu murmured, deep in thought as osamu stared at his twin through his half lidded eyes and slowly agreeing with him

"if you try to imagine, how would he confess?" osamu hums, trying to think of a response for his brother

"will he be cheesy? pick up lines and all that-" atsumu cringed, imagining suna doing pickup lines to you

if he was you, he probably would reject him right away

"no.. he'll probably be sleek with it like i don't know.. AH I KNOW kiss-" "-them"

suna completed atsumu's sentence while kissing your knuckles which you snicker to when they try to regain their composure

and the evening ended with a unison of screaming from both the boys who were just discussing about their friend

[acapelladitty]

Heisenberg/Reader fic (nsfw)

(please check the link below to see all tags and warnings)

Full fic is also available on AO3 here

His hands are warm against your shoulders as he pins you into place with both his grasp and his stare, “Before I lock you in,” there is a slight hesitancy in his voice which isn’t common and it has your full attention, “if something fucks up then you let me know straight away so I can scrap it. Can’t go breaking my favourite toy before I’m finished with it.”

It was an attempt at humour, and you smile along with him, soothing his concealed anxieties as your hands come to rest on his chest. Both fully clothed, you knew you wouldn’t remain that way for long and the anticipation of your game was heady as he accepted your touch as consent.

“Good girl.” He purrs, the words low in his chest, “Then strip and we’ll see just how much you can take.”

The instruction sends a shiver down your spine, and you follow his command; first to go is your shirt as you carelessly pull it overhead before dropping it to the floor and you quickly follow by unclipping the back of your skirt, allowing the fabric to slip to the floor without difficulty.

A low grumble escapes his throat as he takes in your exposed core, your decision to not wear any underwear having the desired effect as you stand there and await his next instruction, the warm air of the room dancing across your skin pleasantly.

His hands come to rest on your hips, gripping the flesh there almost painfully as he guides you backwards until your ass hits upon the stocks which you will be encased within.

“Well don’t just stand there,” he growls, “assume the position so I can lock you in.”

Breaking from his grip you move around to the other side of the metal stocks and place your head and hands within the holes there, each one specifically moulded to fit you perfectly and wide enough to not be too uncomfortable with prolonged use. The height of the stocks is low, requiring you to bend your body at a right angle to fit within them; a move which leaves you fully exposed as you spread your legs to ease the ache on your lower back.

In position, you glance up at him and you can imagine how pleasant you must look, spread out and vulnerable as you were to his every whim and command. A sound of metal locking lets you know that you are now firmly trapped in place as he drops to one knee before you.

Caressing your chin with his rough fingers, his hair is falling around his face as he pierces you with his heated gaze.

“When this is all said and done and you’re a fucking mess who can barely speak let alone walk,” he says in a voice which is heavy with lust and promise, “I think we’ll celebrate by bathing together so I can inspect that body thoroughly.”

Nipping at his fingers as he brings them close to your lips, you can agree with that idea and you nod your consent.

“Anyway!” He announces loudly, causing you to jump in place as you scowl, “On with the show. Shall we meet our grand toy for this game?” He snaps his fingers and from the darkness of the room, a mechanical grating sound springs to life as a soldat appears from the gloom.

One arm is still relatively human as it connected to the torso, the glowing reactor of its heart brighter than most light sources within the room. The head is encased in metal, emotionless and anonymous, but the shining drill which has come to replace its other arm causes a spike of alarm in your heart.

“A custom build,” Heisenberg continues with a showman flourish, “with a few special touches. My soldats are built for aggression but this sorry bastard,” he indicates the soldat to move forward a few feet so that it can stand by his side, “has had that particular electrical impulse removed, he is entirely subject to my will as I control and guide his movements.”

Your eyes are so glued to the drill that it takes all your effort to pull away from it to glance at the crotch of the soldat, the area which Heisenberg was directing your attention to now.

“As you can see, it’s also been fitted with a little something extra to keep any wanton slut amused for as long as I think she deserves.”

The metal cock which juts forward from soldat was intimidating in how rigid it looked but as you peered at it, you noticed that it was just slightly smaller than Heisenberg’s own cock, coming it at about a half inch shorter and slightly thinner.

You bite at your bottom lip to hide the smile which was threatening to escape as you realise that Heisenberg must have made a point to create something less impressive than himself. Maybe he was worried he would be replaced?

Mistaking your bitten lip for worry, Heisenberg smirked.

“Don’t worry about the size, kitten, it’s nothing that I know you can’t handle.”

Gathering up some scrap metal with a wave of his hand, Heisenberg quickly fashioned it into a comfortable high-backed chair, the base of it floating a few inches off the floor as he took easy control of the materials and fell into it with ease.

“I suggest you get your lips around it and wet it up,” Heisenberg called out to you from his seated position as the soldat moved to stand by your trapped head, “because you’re going to want it to be comfortable when it’s buried within your cunt.”

Running your lips around the metallic cock, you make a show of wetting it as you take your time in running your tongue along the shaft and allowing thin trails of saliva to soak the tip.

The soldat remains passive as you manipulate it, its metallic body unable to register either pain or pleasure, and the loud whirring of its mechanics is almost soothing as it rumbles above you.

Lost in the action, your attention is caught by the sound of a belt unbuckling, and you glance up at Heisenberg to see him freeing his cock from his slacks. He’s already half hard and he runs his hand along his shaft casually as he watches you please his creation. His back is reclined on his makeshift throne and he looks every part the lord he claims to be.

“On with the show.” Heisenberg grunts, inclining to the soldat with an open palm and the creature follows its masters’ instructions without hesitation. Pulling free of your mouth, it steps back and turns methodically as it leaves your line of sight.

Moving behind you, the soldat takes position as it lines up with your entrance and awaits the instruction for it to begin. The familiar warmth of skin is missing, an odd sensation against your thighs as its unnatural cock holds position against the wetness there, a telling sign of just how much this was turning you on.

Exhibitionism was more of a ‘him’ thing but that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate putting on a good performance and you fix him with a lustful gaze, daring him to begin. Behind you, the soldat makes its first movement as it pushes the tip of its metallic cock within you slowly, stretching you in the most enjoyable way as you run your teeth along your lower lip.

The soldat continues to push inside you until you feel the cold metal and skin which made up its crotch pressing against your ass. The fullness is intense and lacking both the softness and natural warmth of a cock which you were accustomed to. Clenching your walls around it as it slowly pulls free once more, the friction steals a full body shudder from you as it brushes your sensitive walls.

Setting a pace which was slow yet deep, you give a low moan as you squeeze your eyes closed, focusing on the ache of your clit as you wish one of your hands free to stimulate it. The stocks around you creak slightly as you push back against the soldat, trying to encourage it to move faster but to no avail as it continues its measured strokes.

A cough draws your eyes open and you lock eyes with Heisenberg once again, his cock now fully hard and laying against his stomach as he runs a finger along the shaft. Extending one finger out, a small metal ashtray cut through the air as it responded to his call and he placed the ashtray on the arm of his throne.

His fingers disappear within the ashtray and pluck free his cigar from within as his other hand dipped within his coat, pulling free a lighter which he quickly used to light the end of the cigar before dropping the lighter back into his pocket.

Inhaling deeply, he sent a thick plume of smoke to the air and you watch it dissipate with a needy growl as the soldat to your back continues its torturously slow pace.

“Something to say, kitten?” He asked, lips mumbling the words around the cigar as he tilted his head at you, amused by your noises and stroking himself slowly.

You knew you were playing with fire but logic was a million miles from your mind as you bare your teeth at him with a feral smirk.

“If this is all you have, Karl,” the use of his name gets a slight brow quirk from him, “then I’m disappointed. I could do a better job myself with less effort.”

“Is that so?”

Giving a deep hum as his lips curl into a considerate smirk, he drops some ash from his cigar carelessly to the floor and inclines to the soldat with a sharp nod as he takes a fresh draw.

Instantly, the pace within you picks up as the soldat snaps its hips forward, burying its metal cock deep within you- drawing a loud gasp of pained pleasure from you- before pulling back just as quickly and repeating the move. The gentleness is gone and your fingertips scramble against the metal stock as your breath is stolen by the sudden onslaught of pressure and pleasure.

The metal within you is unyielding and almost surgical in its precision as it brushes your most sensitive spots without pause, having no need to regain stamina or breath. You felt like a piece of meat, having no say or connection to the creature bringing you such pleasure and the dehumanising nature of it was intoxicating as you allowed yourself to be used and abused.

One particularly deep stroke seems to catch your g-spot perfectly and your scream is low and guttural as your body tenses in position, every nerve alighting and making your wrists pull against the stocks as your knees weaken. Behind you, the soldat cares nothing for your predicament as it keeps up its thrusts, ensuring that your sex remains stimulated even as your pleasure peaks and ebbs.

It’s almost too much and the brutal pace ensures that a constant stream of moans and squeals is all that can escape your throat as you can do little but endure the constant stimulation.

Your eyes were focused on your tormentor, the puppet master who was pulling the strings, and his clear enjoyment of your suffering did nothing but add to the arousal which was coursing through you. Eyes burning as your teeth snapped shut tightly enough to cause a genuine tension in your jaw, you lost yourself in the sensations as your mind seemed to white out.

As though hearing your thoughts, Heisenberg rose from his makeshift throne and came to stand before you even as you continued to whine in place. You take in his form with blurred vision, trying to blink away the unshed wetness in your eyes as you glance up at him.

“Too much, little slut? I thought you were better than this.” His cock bobbed ever so temptingly before you and your tongue licked at your lips as you listen to his words, “What a shame.”

Noticing your attention on his cock, he drops to one knee once again and brushes his fingers along your mouth as you sob out a low keen against him due to the soldat once again brushing against your most sensitive spot.

“Don’t worry, kitten, you’ll be receiving your reward in a moment but first,” his hands produce a large ring gag from within his coat and he slips it within your willing mouth as you tilt your head forward to allow him to secure it, “can’t have you accidentally biting down on me because you can’t handle a little machine fuck, can we?”

Taking a draw of his cigar, he blows the smoke in your face gently and your predicament plus the ring gag make you unable to move away from it as the scent and taste of smoke invades your senses. Standing back up, he dips his hips forward and his hand guides his cock towards your defenceless yet willing mouth and you use it as an opportunity to concentrate on something other than the hard pleasure rocketing through your core.

Your tongue reaches out to lap at the head of his cock but whatever teasing you had planned was swiftly put to rest as he shook his head for a moment before thrusting his cock within your mouth, pausing at the tip of your throat to allow you to prepare for him. Breathing deeply though your nose, you relax your throat and dip your head forward slightly as you accept him.

The invitation was clear and with a triumphant growl he pushes down your throat greedily and you fight back the urge to choke as the familiar taste of him overwhelms you. Added to this, as though taking instruction from its master, the soldat also seems to pick up its pace as it impales itself within you.

Now plugged at both ends, the soldat moves so quickly against you that you can barely differentiate the strokes and the unyielding stimulation leaves you a mindless mess of pleasure.

To your front, you allow Heisenberg to use your mouth; his own strokes deep and messy as he fucks your face with abandon, confident in the security that his cock ring provides him, and you can do nothing but attempt to relax your throat as you resign yourself to the abuse of your willing body.

Pleasure was indistinguishable from pain as ecstasy and agony melted together into one unending mess of sensation; orgasms ripping through you as time lost meaning, even as Heisenberg’s thick fingers came to pluck at your nipples as he used your throat roughly. Tears streaming from your eyes freely as you try to keep up with your breathing, as erratic and broken as it was.

Eventually you feel the cock within your mouth twitch and you have a moment’s notice before he explodes within your throat with an animalistic grunt; the soft tickle of his pubic hair irritating the end of your nose as he buried himself fully and you have to concentrate on swallowing down his release, lest you choke on it.

It's too much and another orgasm tears through you, your fingernails carving crescent shaped divots into your palms as you fist your hands desperately. The tension within your body is almost unbearable as you jerk and writhe, unable to do much more as you remain speared in place.

However, just as you feel like your legs are ready to buckle, a small mercy makes itself known.

Behind you, the soldat pulls free of you and powers down without warning and the sudden lack of fullness within you feels strange, the air of the room brushing past the mess of juices which were coating your thighs and steadily dripping down your legs. So used to Heisenberg’s lack of protection, it feels unnatural to be so thoroughly fucked and not have the warmth of another release within your core, leaking out with your own.

As you consider it, Heisenberg pulls free of your mouth and tucks his saliva-coated cock back within his slacks as he flicks what remains of his cigar butt away without care. Taking a step back, he takes in your prone state and the thin veil of sweat which coats your body.

Twitching in position as your overstimulated nerves continue to fire off despite the lack of stimulation, your knees continue to wobble dangerously for a moment before your body collapses in on itself. Knees striking the floor roughly, you have to straighten your back to keep the pressure off your neck and hands as you reclaim control of your body.

A click of unlocking metal lets you know that you are no longer secured in place but before you can make any effort to move, gentle hands release the ring gag which was still stretching your mouth open. Snapping your jaw shut in appreciation as you move the muscles there, you glance at him with a thankful look as he disappears to your side, just out of eyesight.

Gasping in surprise as his hands come to rest on your hips, the metal stock unlatches and opens at his command and you find yourself quickly swept up into his arms. The physicality of the act draws an appreciative hum from your throat as you curl in towards his chest instinctively; the small pendants and dog tags which he wore as part of his usual outfit brushing against your bare chest as his welcomed warmth envelops you.

“I can walk.” You bite out in a low mutter, having no intention of doing so but unwilling to admit the weakness, “Put me down.”

“No,” the refusal is simple and his grip tightens around you as he takes you in the direction of the bathroom, his earlier promise ringing in your ears, “I want every inch of you scrubbed to wash off the stink of the machine.”

Even through the teasing tone, you can hear just the faintest hint of jealousy peeking through and it makes you smirk.

“Can we keep it?” You ask in a tired voice, slipping your hand in the crease of his shirt and rubbing against the hair of his chest seductively, “I wouldn’t mind having a spare in the bedroom for when the Lord of this factory is too busy to meet my needs.”

Tilting his head down, he catches the mischievous glint in your eye and a rumble emits from his chest.

“Be careful what you wish for, kitten,” He mutters, kicking the door of the bathroom open with ease, “because you know I like to make a fucking point. Especially when it comes to my favourite toy and her insatiable needs.”