#its just fucking fun to tease myself till it hurts

[robofaggots]

edging when you're stoned is so fucking fun

[heartfullofleeches]

What about making Devlin a literal chew toy, just sitting in his lap, face buried in his neck treating him like their last meal

You're chewing on the string of your jacket when he whistles you over.

"Aye- what did I tell you about that? Why fuck up some clothes when you got the peak chew toy right in front if you? Get over here."

Devlin drums his thighs till you're perched atop him, apparently too slow in your decent as the man grabs you by the waist and anchors you to his lap. He unzips the collar of his coat and peels it from his shoulder, patting his bare neck with an enticing nod.

"Aged a few hundred years, able to handle and regenerate from any damage you can cause, and best of all - its all yours."

Devlin holds his flashy attitude as you warm up to his skin, but as your face is buried in his neck and your lips circle the crook he struggles to do much else than grip you tighter. It was hard to be a good chew toy when there was something better to play with in his lap. He had been your assigned scratching post even before you found out about his immortal. When he discovered your biting habits, he did what your average partner likely wouldn't and stuck in fingers in your mouth - declaring his stance on the matter that still held value to this day.

"Bite me instead. If those pretty fangs are going to destroy something, why not let it be the guy who will never break and completely crazy for you?"

Devlin sucks air through his teeth as yours dig in. He feels the prick of your canines, followed by incisors and molars that ring his already disturbed flesh. He bruised as easy as a peach somedays - it was a same the marks left by you never lasted long. You release some tension before biting down twice as hard, drawing blood you hastily lap up. You switch over to the other side of his neck, the cool breeze in the room replacing the harsh bite you inflicted.

Devlin's nails sweep the flesh of your hips as his hand had slipped beneath your shirt not long after you mounted him. He cradles your head with his free arm, freeing your arm of its sleeve as he kisses the exposed shoulder; treating you with the exact opposite energy you're giving him. The smile against your skin flips that gentle love on its head. He could never see himself causing you harm, but teasing you every now and then was good fun all around. He opens his mouth wide and rips you from his neck as he chops down on yours, the hand on your back keeping you from falling backwards as he curves you against his chest. You shield your neck as he backs with a laugh.

"That hurt!"

"Aw... I'm sorry, baby. Can help myself when you tease me, and putting yourself on display like this. It was all your chew toy could do before asking to play a different kind of game."

[beastyboyxx]

Your Body, My Rules. ★★★

Summary: With a rough gig resulting in you almost eating another bullet to the head, you decided to treat yourself in the best way you knew how. Although it slipped your mind that Johnny had front row seat to your whole sexual situation.

Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, Smut, MLM, Johnny Taking Control, Getting Caught, Handjob, Overstimulation, Johnny Is An Asshole, Teasing, Humiliation, Ruined Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Johnny Using Your Arms, Forceful Johnny, Restraining, Forced Orgasm, Choking.

Characters: Johnny Silverhand

Category: One-Shot

Series: Cyberpunk 2077

Word Count: 1691

Your hand was working its magic. It didn’t take much for you to be in bed, kicking your shorts off and stroking your cock like no tomorrow. Who wouldn’t after the night you had.

Some gig you took on was a spoon full. Wraiths giving you a proper beat down while you tried to hack some data. Eventually, it ended in a blood bath as usual. And now you were pissed you had just risked your life for some lousy data that probably meant jack shit.

It was enough. For now at least, but it wouldn’t hurt to get a joytoy, although it was a bit embarrassing to do so. Especially ordering one to arrive at your doorstep. So your hand would have to suffice.

Leaning up, adjusting so my back was firm against the wall I spat onto my palm and continued. The sensation that was so familiar never got old surprisingly.

“Fuck… yeah that’s good.” I groaned. My head dropping back to the wall as I closed my eyes to take in all of the feeling.

“Well what the fuck.”

My heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t exactly honorable to get caught with your shorts down and cock sprung out. Quickly I tossed a blanket over my bits in a blink. My eyes darted around my apartment but no one was seen.

“The hell—? I… oh fuck.” My head fell back with a groan. It clicked, like a lightbulb flickering on. It was none other than the annoying construct Johnny Silverhand.

“Truly a sight to behold. My fleshy prison jackin’ himself off to get some edge.” His voice was wired into my brain. Almost as if he was right in my ear. “Did you really get all pent up you forgot about the little voice in your head?”

“Can it Johnny. You’d be doing the same.” I spat out. More pissed knowing I had been caught. Especially with peeping eyes that could’ve been watching the whole time.

“Quick to assume. I don’t blame you though but Jesus you are horrible at handjobs.”

“Not your place to be criticizing how I pleasure myself. Fuck this—“ I reached over to the nightstand. The blockers Misty had given me were practically shining as I outstretched my hand.

“What— Johnny what did you do.”

My whole arm flexed and stopped. It was like some force was keeping my arm outstretched. “What the fuck!?”

Suddenly my arm was forced onto the sheets of my bed, then my arm raised up to meet my face. My fingers clenched then released all not by my own doing. Johnny chuckled deep within my head.

“Now we’re talkin. Just sit back and relax, I’m taking the reins for this show.” Johnny lowered my hand to my throbbing length.

“Hey—! Johnny I swear—“ my free hand darted down trying to stop him. It repeated, arm stopped midway and was forced back behind my head.

The position I was in was like some beer dad relaxing on the beach although it was a cock in hand rather than a cold one. Very fitting for Silverhand.

“Knock it off already! Jesus Johnny!”

“Not till I’ve had my fun. Just because we now share the same body doesn’t mean I can’t indulge myself. Your body, my rules.”

“That doesn’t make any sense— ohh god…”

Johnny began stroking, using my hand as his own. I couldn’t tell if he felt it too, but god it was electrifying. The image of your hands jacking yourself off even though it isn’t your doing was igniting some sick kink in my mind.

His laugh echoed in my head. If he decided to appear I’d probably be fully at his mercy. Silverhands pace was moderate, not too fast not too slow. My head rolled back, eyes closing, as I tried to imagine it was me rather than Johnny doing the stroking. Just to save myself as much dignity I had left.

“Yeah that’s it…” Johnny purred. “Just relax…” every word he slurred out in a breathy whisper. You could hear the smile through his voice.

“Shut up already…mmmhh-“

“You like this huh? Somebody else using your body. Y’know it’s me who’s jacking you off right?”

“Just shut up—!”

“Really going to yell at your caretaker?”

Suddenly Johnny sped up. His hand moving at a vigorous pace that had my legs tense, and my head roll forward as curses pooled out.

“You digital prick—! Fuuuuck! Hahhh”

“Let’s roll out the red carpet for this first one yeah? Make it so you’re drooling like a dog.”

“You’re such an asshole— Mmmngh!” I bit my lip. It was embarrassing enough I was reacting but the noises really got under my skin. Maybe Johnny wanted that.

Silverhand chuckled. He knew exactly what he was doing and I hated it. I hated him. I hated this.

“Almost there already? Jesus you’re sick…”

“You— would… be the sa—me… Aahhh slow down!”

“Not gunna happen. Not till you’re begging me for mercy, that alone would probably make my own little bubble pop.” Johnny moved my right hand down to my throat. My thumb pressing into my adams apple til all fingers were wrapped tightly around my throat.

“So indulge me. Your body is mine.”

His stroking quickened, then slowed, then my hand ran up to the aching head of my cock that was already slick with precum. Johnny running my fingers around the head shaping it into an O shape. My waist and lower legs tensed and flexed until I felt my body slip away control of my lower bits.

It was horrifically embarrassing. Johnny was fucking my hips into my hand like some pitiful desperate slob. But god did it feel good. It was in this moment I was thankful he couldn’t read my thoughts. Not entirely.

My eyes rolled back. The sight was one to witness, and definitely one to rile anybody up with a hard on n’ such. Considering the position my hand at my throat, my hips desperately bucking up into my hand that kept still. All of it mine, but not by me. Johnny you sick fuck.

It wouldn’t be long until I popped. Rearing near I felt that build up to the final blow. Although I don’t think Johnny wants this to be a “one and done” game.

“John—ny! Jesus Christ! You… Hahh— bastard—! Fuuuuuck!!”

Strings of my slick shot out in ropes. My body gaining back some control while I bucked out a few more thrusts into my hand. I fell back onto the bed, panting from the erotic handjob given by Silverhand.

“Perfect. Now that you’re all hot and bothered let’s get to the real fun part.”

My body tensed again, arms down at my already sensitive cock while my legs were spread apart.

…

Some time had passed. My mind was fogged along with my apartment turning into a hazy blur. I lost count but was easily reminded of how many times I already came from that stupid fucking voice buried deep into my head.

“Whoa! That makes what…? Three? Four? Jesus kid.” Johnny smirked with his voice. I wanted to gut him.

“Haahhh— You sick… fuck.” A loud, erupting groan rolled my head back.

Johnny had my hand jerking on my cock while my free hand was holding my body up. My back facing the ceiling as my waist was lifted, thanks to Johnny. He was hoping to coat the sheets again with the already found pool just underneath me.

“C’mon… I know you got at least one more. A man of your stature doesn’t have a lot of time to fuck his stress away.”

“You talk… to mu—ch…!”

“I think you like it. Your cock gets all kinds of bothered whenever I choose to speak up.”

“No shit.” My jaw clenched, eyes dropping to the sight of my hand once again jerking out another orgasm.

“You can give Johnny one more can’t you?”

“God damnit—!”

My eyes screwed shut as that familiar erotic sensation rolled through my body. My toes curled as I took a fist full of the sheets. Another ready to ruin my bed—

“Not so fast.” Johnny purred. My hand stopping at the vigorous speed to a squeezing stop. My body jerked as it tried to release but to no avail.

“What the fuck Johnny!?”

“What? Gotta have a little fun for myself right? You get it.”

“You’re an asshole…!”

“Right, say that to the guy who’s been jacking your cock for the past hour now.”

Johnnys voice chuckled deep within my brain. Johnny forcing me to lift myself as I faced my pillows. Once again one hand at my cock and another at my throat.

Johnny had my hips in control, mercilessly thrusting them into the prison of my own hand. This wasn’t the same from the first two times, he was genuinely trying to make me feel utter misery mixed with pleasure that couldn’t be ignored.

My bed sheets ruined, cock glistening, and the smell of shame and sex filled the small apartment. Johnny having front row to the entire show ate it all up with no room to leave any leftovers. The legend loved every second of my sexed out misery.

What felt like an eternity of fucking into my hand my cock gave out once final pool of thick slick oozing out in strings onto the bed. My body shook, and my legs flexed before I fell onto the soft sheets. The bed bouncing a bit.

“Atta boy, now you’ll be stress free and all rested up for the big day tomorrow. You’re welcome, maybe next time I’ll have you fuck some fleshlight.”

“Jus’ shut up already Johnny…” I slurred out. My eyes already shut as I relaxed into the bed, my body still fuzzy and tingling from the overwhelming session I endured.

Although it wouldn’t hurt to try it again…

[babygirlbondage]

hi daddy, since you went to bed after bullying me about all my tags on your begging post i decided to have some fun on my own. you might be right about me being a dumb desperate puppy :(( i was dripping down my thighs and my cock was so hard it hurt just from you teasing me. i tried just using my hand but i was getting too frustrated so i thought i'd try one of my old favorite toys that i haven't been able to take since starting t. i had to go slow, which was really hard, but when i finally got it all in i was shaking and just grinding down on the base for awhile. once i actually started fucking myself i couldn't even think straight, i kept accidentally edging cause i'd lose my rhythm once it started to feel really good, i must have edged myself at least 6 times and i was just a whiny mess at that point. eventually i remembered i could touch my cock while i was fucking myself but then i had to purposely stop myself from cumming too quickly, don't worry though i was a good boy and didn't let myself till i was teary-eyed and begging to myself for daddy to please let me cum, i know you like when your pups use our words -🦇

i dont think i “might be right about you being a dumb desperate puppy”, i think i am right. you know it too, if you didnt you wouldnt have told me all of this and done so good

and it sounds like you took so much puppy. you did such a good job and im sure you look so handsome and pathetic using yourself til you nearly cried. and begging to yourself? you went that low that you had to beg to no one to cum?

its perfect

its ok that you got frustrated and kept accidentally edging yourself, it just speak to how dumb you are <3 youre the perfect pet puppy making yourself edge, getting teary eyed, begging, using your words.

if only i could use your toy on you and touch your cock and make you cum as a reward

[authorkun]

[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (004)

"𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣~"

"Why are we here again? And why aren't Gojo or M/n with us?" Itadori questioned. "A possible special grade showed up and the mission was strictly given to us. Besides special grade sorcerers like them have better things to do then deal with something like this." Fushiguro answered as the three arrived at the 'detention' center. 'I wonder where M/n is?' The pink haired thought to himself. "Hurry up Itadori!" Kugisaki yelled behind her towards the male.

"Huh? Right!"

With M/n and Gojo

Miles away, the spoken pair sneezed at the same time. "Hmm must be the wind." M/n shoved his hands in one of the many pockets sewn into his jacket. The two were heading towards the principal's office on the campus.

"Why did he say he wanted a meeting with us again?" M/n playfully groaned, his voice still a little scratchy from the day prior to yesterday. Gojo chuckled from next to him. "Dunno. Knowing him it could be just to have tea." Sarcasm dripped from his tone.

"Eh, either way I wonder how Yuuji and the other first years are doing?" Gojo shrugged. "Not sure." 

Opening the sliding door, the two were met with Masamichi sewing one of his doll-like corpses. "It took you long enough." The second-year merely chuckled, as he sat down on one of the cushions presented before a small table. "No need to be hasty, what's the rush anyway?" M/n questioned, while pouring the contents of the teapot into the three cups. "A new case from the higher ups." Masamichi threw a folder in the (h/c-ette)'s direction.

"Ah, straight to business I see. Same boring cases the old cowards want us to solve, huh?" Malice dripped from the insult clearly chosen for the elders. Masamichi gave a sharp look before sipping the hot liquid. "You know how they are. The case was given straight to you though, so take it seriously." M/n rolled his eyes at the remark. "Special grades?" 

"2 of them which have recently popped up on their radar were located on the outskirts of the city. Your train tickets have been arranged and it shouldn't take you more than two days" The monotonous tone boring the two sorcerers. A shadow casted upon M/n's face as he stood, turning to walk back through the screen doors. 

"I'll have it done in one. Tell the old hags if they want to keep sending me on these simple missions, I'll just have to finish the job myself. It's no fun taking the danger from these trips." A sharp sadistic thread lacing itself between his words. ('Finishing the job' meaning offing himself.)

"Till next time, ta ta~" With that, the door slid shut a loud 'thud' echoing the now silent room. A small smirk played at the tip of Gojo's smile. "Arrogant as always." The older exhaustedly rubbed his eyes from under his glasses. "It'll cost him one day."

Timeskip with the first-years

"It feels great to be in the skin again. I wonder where those pesky seniors of yours are." Sukuna held a look of mock confusion. "For the meantime, I'm taking this brat's body hostage." A crazed smile laid upon his lips. Plunging his hand into Itadori's chest, the wrenching sound of the searching hand filled the tense silence. 

'Schlopk' The clawed hand reappeared, except now, it was blood filled while Itadori's heart was roughly pulled into the curse's grasp. 

"Well then, what are you going to do, Jujutsu sorcerer?"

 With M/n

"I guess your the one's causing trouble right?" M/n let out a low chuckle, as the curses growled standing on-guard. "Well we can't have that now. They never said you were going to be this ugly." A teasing voice mocked them. A split second later, a punch was thrown from behind him. Catching the fist, he jumped back a few yards. 

"If that's how it's going to be then, I won't hold back." A boyish smile graced his features before disappearing. In a flash the curse that had attacked him was on the ground, with its arms missing. A hiss was thrown his way before the injured had jumped off away. 

"Let's dance mon amour~"

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Soft pants had escaped from the male, as he stood straight. A hiss of pain leaving as a deep cut made itself known. "Fuck, that's gonna leave a mark." He mumbled. A sudden white pain struck M/n from his thoughts as he glanced down.

"Oh joy, I've been impaled." M/n sarcastically commented before spitting up a handful of red. A sickening laugh of some sorts bellowed from the third presence. A sharp spike like appendage pierced through M/n's stomach. "Fine then." A small flash of red and black flickered by the curse's face before the appendage was cut through. Another three slashes, and the apparent special grade, had been delimbed.

 "Bandits copy: king of cursed energy." Small sparks of red and pink emit from his clasped hands. With a flick of his wrist, his opponent fell.  Another pile of fine dust gathered next to M/n's feet. 

The very prominent gaping wound seemed to take its toll though, as his vision got blurry. A painful chuckle vibrated his chest as he weakly fished his phone from his many pockets. Clicking on a contact, he pulled the device to his ear. 

'Ring'

'Ring'

"What do you want L/n." 

M/n let out a breathy laugh at the cold tone of the receiver.

"Not even a 'hi', or 'how are you'? Jeez you hurt me."

"Shut up. What do you need."

"I'm in outskirts of Tokyo, you're in the area right?"

*sigh* "Yes, but I'm busy. Make it quick."

A cough racking his body cut M/n off before continuing. A small puddle of blood starting to form around his feet, as he dragged himself to the nearest bus stop bench. 

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"Bus stop on twenty-third..sending location...mission."

The line went dead as M/n weakly closed his eyes, leaning himself up against the post. 

Nanami

Across the town a few miles, the receiver of his call held a worry look. "Damn you L/n. What did you do now?" The blonde had gotten into his car and started down the roads directed.

A few minutes later he pulled up to an old beaten up bus stop. Looking closer, he saw the body of the male. 'Did that fool fall asleep?' Getting up from the driver's seat he got closer to the male. 

"Why'd you call me out here? Oí? Are you even awake?" The male stayed unresponsive. "Oí, come on L/n." M/n slowly fluttered his eyes open. "You came." 

"Yeah, now what do you want-?" M/n shifted his arm, showing his shirt quickly staining with an all too familiar red color. Nanami's eyes widened at the sight, quickly grabbing onto M/n to drag him to his vehicle.

"Shit! What happened?!" The blonde held a worried expression, as he laid  the second-year down on the backseats. "Special...grade." A weak smile was sent towards the blonde. "Thanks Ami-san." The childish nickname had pissed Nanami off many times before, but now he was only filled with worry for the male.

Rushing around front, he got into the car, driving off towards the other side of the city. "Stay awake a little longer M/n! Dammit!" "St-a...a...iv...." His senior's words became mixed and faded, as he drifted unconscious. 'Shit shit shit! The school's 20 minutes away. Stay in there M/n.' Nanami struggled grabbing his phone from his pocket while driving at speeds that we're undoubtedly against the speed limit. With his blood-stained fingers, he shakily clicked on the contact he had dreaded.

'Ring' 

"Hey Nanami-!"

"Fuck! Shut up! Tell Shoko to set up her stuff."

"No hello? And what for?"

"L/n! He suddenly called me out of nowhere! Those stupid fools need to stop giving him suicide missions!"

Gojo's face paled.

"What happened?!" 

"L/n is dying is what's happening! I'm twenty minutes away from the school, and he's losing blood."

A sight of Getou passed through Gojo's head, as his face contorted into worry. 'Dammit!'

"Keep him responsive, and I'll tell Shoko."

His voice shook as he cursed himself for bringing the past death up. 

"I don't know how much longer I can keep him awake. Tell her it's a piercing wound all the way through the left lower abdominal region."

The call abruptly ended with that. Jogging towards the medical wing, Gojo slammed open the door. A startled Shoko looking back at the worried male. "Yes?" She questioned.

"L/n, puncture wound, all the way through lower left abdomen." The white haired male manage to ramble out. A look of confusion turned into understanding, as the female started pulling out the needed. "We just need to pray he gets here before we're to late." Shoko shook her head.

Timeskip 45 minutes 

Bringing Nobara to the infirmary was beginning to look a difficult task, as several people stood crowded around the door. Familiar and unfamiliar faces stood gathered around. "What's going on?" The question made necks turn. "Ah you guys are back-!" Gojo was cut short as a gruff looking old man in a formal kimono gave a sharp glare.

"Get them out of here!" Gojo and Masamichi nodded before ushering them towards the dorm common room. A confused expression grew as Fushiguro was lead to the empty room. "What's happening?" He asked once more.

Both Teacher and principal gave an unreadable look. "Where's L/n?" The small seemingly harmless question led to Gojo uncharacteristically fidgeting with his hands. 

". . ."

Megumi was uncomfortable by the unusual silence. "Who were those people back there?" The raven head asked moving onto another question. Gojo shook his head, letting out a sharp sigh. "Elders." "What are they here for sensei?"

"Th-They don't think L-L/n's g-gonna make i-it."

"What?"

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[lubdubsworld]

Better Man.

~~~~~~~~~~~~`Just to see you smile, I’d do anything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taehyung x Oc

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 1    Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Do you ever truly know what someone is feeling?

You could spend decades , breathing the same air, hands held , your fingers brushing ....connected physically and even mentally but a person’s emotions, they’re hidden away. 

You only ever know what they’re willing to show .

And yet, 

all of us build relationships, convinced that we know exactly what the other person will feel when we act a certain way. Buying her flowers will make happy....visiting him at work will take away that little bit of stress.

But sometimes, what we think someone feels, may not be what they truly feel.

And that’s when your actions, well intended actions..... end up with disastrous consequences. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So....last night...” Jungkook’s teasing voice did nothing to ease the pounding in my head.

“I do believe you promised not to tease me about it if I drank two glasses of water, which I did by the way.” I told him firmly, trying to bring the words on my planner into focus as i squinted. Three meeting. Each two hours long. 

kill me now. 

“I wanted to ask HR to give you the day off but you have quite a schedule today. “ He said casually,  leaning over me to peer into the planner . I glanced at his wrist resting on the table, the expensive rolex showing that it was a little past 9. 

“ We’re planning out the Christmas campaign first and I have a meeting with Taehyung’s team in the afternoon so we can go over the contract see if they have any requirements and then the social media team in the evening at four to discuss promos and revamping the website.” I glanced up at him. 

He gave me a smile before casually leaning down, lightly gripping my chin and tilting my face up. I felt the brush of his lips against mine, fleeting and gentle. 

‘You’re beautiful.” He smiled. 

I blinked.

And then took a deep breath.

“Your wife...” I said softly. “ I saw her today.” 

Jungkook went completely still at that. 

“She was waiting in the lobby on my way up. I didn’t know who you were married to and I was a little shocked and also little upset because....” I glanced at him. “ She was my best friend in college. “

Jungkook swore. 

“Fuck.. I told her to stay the fuck away from my company. Did she say something to you?” 

i shook my head.

“I didn’t greet her because I wasn’t sure if she remembered me. And I wasn’t sure if i was remembering her right. i didn’t know she was your wife till i heard someone mention it in the elevator on my way up. Did you know that she and i knew each other?” 

Jungkook looked just a little guilty.

“When you first joined the company, she saw your resume on my cvomputer. told me a lot about you. She remembers you. Fondly. She wanted to come meet you but...things happened.  “ He shrugged.

Things like infidelity and divorces . 

“Ahh...” I smiled. “ Tell me i wasn’t another way to get back at your ex wife, Jeon Jungkook ssi...” 

He made a noise of protest.

“no... No of course not Christ...it’s just...I’ll admit she made me curious about you. She spoke of you being spontaneous and fun and wild and I’d seen you as this demure, elegant woman in the office. i was curious. I wanted to know which one was the real you. “

“Were you curious before she cheated....or after?”

“ Jang Mi...this isn’t what it looks like .. I’m done with her. She fucked my best buddy and ruined my fucking life...” He sounded pained. 

I frowned. 

“It’s hard to believe she would do something like that. The Aera i remember had a very strong moral compass.” 

“Yeah well, apparently, you can live whole entire lives with someone and never really know the person. Listen, do we really have to talk about my ex wife?” He asked, eyes shining with discomfort. 

I shrugged.

“I’m not fond of drama. I won’t tangle myself in a relationship that risks hurting a lot of people Jungkook. That’s just not the kind of person I am. I’m sorry.” 

He made a noise of impatience, shaking his head. 

“We won’t be hurting anyone... We have fun together. We like each other. We’re attracted to each other...that’s all that matters....” He said sharply.

“ If we were in our twenties , without kids ....maybe. But that's not how it is now. I have a son, you have a daughter and I think I’m not completely over my marriage yet.” I said softly. 

He froze.

“And i don’t think you’re completely over your wife either.” I smiled.

He glared at me. 

“Ex-wife.” He snarled.

“She makes you feel things, Jungkook. You need to sort that out before you start something new with someone else. I’m only saying this because we’re old enough not to 

He growled and punched the desk. 

“God, how can she keep ruining my life even when she’s out of it.” He muttered, stepping away from me and moving to the door. 

I watched him storm out of my office and bit my lip. 

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By the time evening rolled around, I was exhausted. But the day had been productive and I was happy because the contract had been finalized, the theme had been decided and we’d also spent an amazing three hours redesigning the website. Although it wasn’t in my job description I had studied web design in college and the creative department always welcomed my inputs. 

“You’re in a good mood...” Taehyung’s voice was a complete surprise and I turned to him, shocked. He was dressed in a black t shirt and blue jeans and sneakers and looked a whole decade younger. 

I felt affection rise up my throat so fast I nearly choked. 

“What are you doing here?”

“My agent told me you guys were incredibly cooperative today. She also told me you were quite possibly the loveliest woman she’s ever met and that I’m an idiot to have let you go.” He smiled. 

I laughed, shaking my head and my gaze shifted to the small bunch of tiger lilies in his hand. 

I felt warmth bloom in my chest. 

“You remembered.” I said softly, pleased. 

“Thirteen years since our first date.  The lily to my tiger. ” He held the flowers to me and I grinned, pressing the flowers to my chest. 

“Man I feel old.” I muttered.

“You are old.” Tae grinned and i grimaced, before tossing him a glare. . 

“You’re supposed to say I still look as beautiful as i did thirteen years ago.” I said. 

“But you don.t” He grinned impishly. “ You look a billion times  more  beautiful.” 

I felt the atmosphere shift, the air charged with something dangerous and i looked away. Usually, this was when I would laugh and throw my arms around him. Pull him close and press my lips against his , slip my fingers into his t shirt and trace the skin of his back. Feel his hands on my waist as he lifted me up to twirl me around and kiss me just like that. 

How often had we kissed that way? Thirteen years is a long time to count the number of kisses we’d shared. 

We both stayed quiet, looking anywhere but at each other.

“I...there’s a reason I came.” He said finally.

I glanced at him.

“Oh?”

“The lawyer. Ms. Lee she ... recommended a relationship counselor”

I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. 

“Taehyung we’re-”

“Just hear me out. Its not mandatory and it won’t affect the divorce in anyway. its just something the court offers all couples going through a divorce and we’re free to refuse it. “

“Did you?” I asked. 

“Did I what?”

“Refuse it. Did you tell her no?” 

He stared at me. 

“No.” He said finally.

I exhaled sharply.

“Wow.” I whispered, feeling jittery and unbalanced. He sighed and came closer, reaching out to lightly grip my wrists. I let him tug me closer into a hug and held him tight, my heart pounding with anxiety.

“Mia.... I just... I’m not saying we should try to fix this.... relationship.” He said softly, eyes gentle and pleading, “  I just think this whole thing has taken a toll on both of us and maybe we can heal better if we get the help of a professional. Come out of this with closure. Instead of battling guilt and regrets everyday. Just ....it could help us move on. Don’t you think?”

You could never really tell what the other person is feeling. 

I couldn’t tell what Taehyung was feeling right now? 

Hope ?

Hope that we would fix our marriage....

or maybe hope that he would finally move on from me.. Maybe this whole thing was his final attempt to end things with me for good. So he could walk out of my life forever without any lingering guilt or regret. 

I would never know. 

I clung to him harder and somehow the pain of the entire two years we’d been apart, rammed into me at once. 

I choked on a sob. Breathing became difficult and I felt myself gasping for air. 

“Mia?” Taehyung’s panicked voice was the last sane thought that registered. 

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“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I can stay the night if you want. I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom . ” Taehyung whispered,  seated on the warm fluffy blanket that he’d managed to dig out of the closet in the spare bedroom. i was already tucked into the bed, fingers clutching the satin lined edges . 

i shook my head.

“I know how much you need your gazillion pillows. Go on... I’ll be fine.”

“i feel terrible. i pushed you into a panic attack.”

I waved off the guilty words. 

“You didn’t . i was already a little frayed and i guess i haven’t really been processing all the stuff between us the way i should have. i just got a little overwhelmed.” 

A panic attack. At the age of 32. The last time i had one I was twenty four. I wanted to crawl into the bed and never resurface. 

Taehyung’s gentle fingers , stroking my cheek brought me out of my own head. 

“I was so scared.” He said softly and my heart ached.

“I’m sorry i scared you.” I said apologetically, gripping his wrists lightly and stroking the skin there with my thumb. 

“I really want to stay. i don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if I go home right now.” He whispered. 

I bit my lips. 

“Okay... but... You need to hug something. To sleep. “ 

He grinned at that. 

“I’m old enough to survive one night without a pillow, Mia .” he chuckled. 

I flushed, sinking deeper into the covers.

“Okay.” 

“You don’t have to worry about the counselor thing. I’ll tell Lee we don’t want to do any-”

“No!!” I said quickly, a lot  louder than I’d intended. 

Taehyung blinked.

“I just... I realized that I haven’t been dealing with any of this...the right way. I’m so confused and disoriented all the time and I .. I don’t mind getting some help. To sort things out. Just for myself you know...without the pressure of trying to fix...well us.” I finished .

Taehyung gave me a wide smile before bending down and kissing my forehead.

“ Okay, Mia mine. Sleep well, and I’ll see you in the morning.” 

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[relatable-trxsh]

In Too Deep

Summary: Youre the new girl in the Lennox and Blue quickly takes a very special liking to you.

A/N: Hi! Sorry I suck at summarys I put a warning before the smut starts and when it ends. My requests are OPEN!

Warnings: S M U T 18+ , Soft Blue, Daddy kink, Male oral reciving, cursing, Name calling.

You scream as the two men drag you into the Lennox. You fight against them with every fiber of your being but they are much stronger than you. That didn’t stop you though, you kicked, scream, you threw your body in every direction praying they would somehow lose grip. 

“Please let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong please!” Heads of the staff turned your way, some held a sympathetic gaze others scoffed. Finally, the men stopped walking but your pleas continued, that was until you heard a calm, slightly deep voice speak. 

“Now now, there’s no reason to cry.” you look up just as a hand reaches over and wipes a tear from your face.

“Please I didn’t do anything wrong.” your pleas have quieted down as you look at the man before you.

“Unfortunately I have been told otherwise. What they are accusing you with cant be taken lightly, but you should be glad they sent you here and not some prison.” He moves his hand to your chin and lifts your head a little. “My name is Blue Jones, I run this place. Now come I will show you around, introduce you to the rest of the girls. He smiles and gives your chin a little squeeze before the guards return to their firm grip. As you walk you continuously try to fight out of their grip. Blue explains the rules until you reach a dance studio. There are girls lined up doing various stretches. “Vera this is Y/N, she is our newest patient.” She looks you up and down before nodding. 

“I have a very strict set of rules girl. You follow them, do as your told and there will be no problems.” She spoke in a thick accent. You look at her saying nothing, only trying to fight your arms from the guard’s grip. Blue smirks and Vera sighs. “The quiet ones always cause trouble.”

“You should have seen the fight she gave the guards coming in.” Vere leans in close to your face.

“I don’t put up with nonsense, I am here to help you but I can’t do that if you fight against me understood?” you nod. “Good, I can take her from here. Go join the rest of the girls.” You silently walk and stand beside them. A girl with reddish hair looks at you with a smile.

“Hi I’m Rocket, this is my sister Sweet Pea, that’s Blondie, Baby Doll, and Amber.” You give them all a small wave.

“I’m Y/N” Sweet Pea looks at you and chuckles.

“She’s never gonna make it in here.” Rocket swats her sister’s shoulder.

“Hush, she must be terrified it’s her first day here.”

“Yeah well, it one gets worse from here so you better toughen up Buttercup.” Blondie smiles.

“I like that buttercup I think it suits her.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon practicing dancing, you didn’t fully understand why but the girls told you they would explain after chores.

You felt lost walking around the building, you were desperately trying to find the rooms where the beds were but somehow you ended up at Blues office. You knocked quietly, your heart rate picking up when you heard him sigh from the other side of the door. 

“Come in.” You walked in quietly, staying in the doorway.

“I’m sorry to bother Mr.Jones but I’m lost. I was trying to find the room.” He quickly sits up.

“No no you aren’t bothering at all. Come in, close the door.” You nod and do what he says before walking further into the room, standing in front of his desk. “How have the other girls been treating you?” You bite your lips

“They have been very kind Mr.Jones, they even gave me a nickname. Buttercup.” He chuckles. Blue couldn’t lie, he loved the way his name sounded coming from your mouth. “But I do have a question Mr.Jones if that’s alright…” He nods sitting back in his chair, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Ask away buttercup” His voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Why does Dr. Gorski have us dance?” He seems a little taken back by your question but doesn’t hesitate.

“On the weekends we do something special, you girls earn me some extra money by putting on a show for some special people, and if those special people spit out some more cash they get a night of fun with one of you, sometimes two.” You were completely shocked by his words.

“You’re going to whore us out?” your words come out with a harsh edge. Blue stands up and walks over to you. 

“You don’t get to judge me Y/N.” he grabs your jaw again and you can’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes front the harshness of his grip. “It’s all part of the game.”

“Sir” your voice is barely a whisper. “Blue please I cant…” You look down at the floor embarrassed, tears falling down your already pink cheeks. 

“And why not? Look me in the eyes when you speak to me Y/N” you eyes reluctantly meet his again.

“I’m a virgin Mr.Jones” He couldn’t stop the smirk from falling on his lips, the vulnerability in your eyes excited him especially since it was a complete 180 from the way you were acting earlier.

“My my, sweet little Butter Cup a virgin.” He clicked his tongue and used his thumb to wipe away a tear from your cheek. “You know a lot of men would pay a pretty penny to fuck a virgin especially one as beautiful as you.” Your lip quivered at his words. “But I have half a mind to keep you all to myself. I always have to share my toys, I never get to keep one for myself, but you,” he sighs. “You are something special and I don’t want to share you.” He leans his forehead against yours, you can’t stop the tears from falling.

“I don’t want to be a whore Blue.” Your voice shook as you closed your eyes.

“If you’re a good girl for me buttercup then you won’t be. I will keep you all to myself, my own little toy.” his hands slid down your shoulders and laned on your waist pulling you closer. If sticking with him meant that you didn’t have to be at other men’s disposal that it’s something you could handle. You open your eyes and look at him.

“Promise I’ll only be yours Blue, promise you won’t let anyone else touch me.” you were terrified he wouldn’t keep his word. Blue says nothing, he just kisses down your jaw to your neck where he starts to bite and suck on the soft untouched skin.

*SMUT*

“Let’s see how good you are for daddy first.” He runs his thumb across your lips before pressing it into your mouth. You take it without protest, swirling your tongue around it and sucking it causing a small moan to leave Blues lips. “Are you sure you’re a Virgin Buttercup?.” You gulp a little before nodding. He smirks. “Get on your knees I want to see what else that tongue can do” You do as your told and sink to your knees. Your hands quickly find the buttons of his pants undoing them with ease, just as you are pulling down his pants, taking his boxers with them. Your eyes widen as they land on his thick large cock.

You lean forward, looking up at Blue as you run your tongue on the underside of his already hard member, he moans as his hand finds your hair tangling into it. 

“Come one princess, stop teasing Daddy and take me in your mouth already.” You bite your lip before leaning forward again, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could and using your hand on the rest. “Now bob up and down princess and use that soft tongue of yours.” You hum in response which causes a low moan from Blue. You start slow, moving your head and swirling your tongue a bit, you wanted to please Blue, you wanted him to want you so you begin to quicken your pace taking him as deep as you could. Your eyes welled up as you tried not to gag.

“Fuck, such a good girl. You look so beautiful with daddy in your mouth.” Blues moans and praises were intoxicating. He pulled your hair harder and you jerked your hands faster. “You want daddy to cum in your mouth” Blue moaned through gritted teeth. 

“Yes, daddy please” You moan and bob your head faster, taking Blue cock in your mouth till he hit the back of your throat. It didn’t take long for his seed to coat your throat as he thrust into your mouth. He slowly pulls out, leaving your mouth with a pop.

 “Now swallow like a good girl.” You do as your told and open your mouth showing him. Blue taps under your chin signaling you to stand you. You do so, rubbing your knees from being down so long. Blue runs his thumb over your bottom lip and smiles. “You did good buttercup. Now let’s get you taken care of before you have to go off to bed.” You bite your lip getting nervous.

“You don’t have to do that Blue, Dr.Gorski must be wondering where I am” You straighten your dress but before you could do anything else Blue grabs your by the waist with one hand and slide the other under your dress, teasing your clit from the outside of your underwear. 

“Nonsense Y/N don’t you worry about Vera, you seem to forget who’s in charge here.” He leans in close and kisses just under your ear before whispering. “Plus I can’t leave my good girl all bothered after she took me so well.” You clung to Blue panting into his neck as he rubbed your clit. He pulled down your underwear and picked you up, setting you on the edge of his desk. Blue leaned in and kissed you rough and full of pure lust. You pull him close tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Please Blue, please fuck me” He chuckles at your eagerness and pulled your dress over your head before kissing down your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and rolling his thumb over the other hardened bud. He looks up at you with a smirk. 

“More, beg me more pretty girl. Show me how badly you want to be my little pet.” You moan as he swirls his tongue around your nipple. 

“Please Blue, I want you to fill me up. God Blue fuck me make me your whore” Your words drove Blue absolutely wilds. He stood up and pulled off his shirt before spreading your legs, before slowly pushing his cock inside you, stretching your walls. You dig your nails into Blues back and bury your head in his neck. 

“B-Blue its hurts” you whimper and he gently cups your face kissing you softly. 

“Shh baby girl just give it a second and then it will feel much better I promise.” You holding him tighter. It surprised you to see Blue being so gentle, he even surprised himself. It wasn’t like him at all to treat someone with such softness but he couldn’t help it with you. Blue began slowly thrusting into you until your whimpers became moans. Your head fell back as you arched your body into his.

“Please Daddy go faster, fuck” Tangled your fingers in his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist trying to pull him deeper.

“Fuck baby girl you feel so good on daddy’s cock. So tight and wet” you moan louder pulling his hair a little hard which earns a deep moan from Blue.

“I can’t last much longer daddy” you moan putting your face back in his neck.

“Come for me baby girl, come on daddy’s cock.” His words completely undo you and you clench around his cock as your legs shake. It doesn’t take Blue long to cum again, filling your tight pussy up with his seed.

END OF SMUT

 You both stay like that for a moment, a panting, sweaty mess in each other’s arms. Blue was completely beside himself, he could believe the infatuation he had growing for you. He saw you with such vulnerability in your eyes that all he wanted to do was keep you in his arms, and that’s exactly what he planned to do. You were going to be his and only his. Blue pulled away brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed buttercup. Tomorrow we have some meetings to attend to.” You look up at him confused. 

“Meetings?”

“Yes, i told you you are my little pet. I will Inform Vera to get your outfit ready.” you bite your lip and nod not wanting to argue. He walks away for a moment and returns with a warm wet towel, withing up between your legs before putting back on both of your clothes. “Now get to bed Buttercup it’s down the hall to your left.” You nod and give him a quick soft kiss before going to the rooms. The rest of the girls were already there most asleep except Sweet Pea. 

“He’ll get bored of you. Toss you aside like you were nothing to begin with and then throw you away like a whore.” There was a harsh resentment in her voice. You take a deep breath nervously biting you lip.

“Well im in too deep now arent I?” Sweet Pea lets out a dry laugh. 

“Yeah I guess so.”

[constantlyunlightening]

1000000 Times

Kinktober Day 6: Overstimulaion w/ Mirio Togata

Other kinks/Trigger warnings: praise kink, minor breeding kink

I say overstimulation but it was less of a focus than I would have liked. That being said, Mirio is a good boy and this fic is fluffy as hellllllllll. I actually ended up having a lot of fun with it, once I got in my groove.

Go and get your back blown out, bby

Disclaimers: Read/interact only if you’re 18+. Characters are all 20+

For clarification, you had been joking.

Dating Mirio meant an endless stream of joking and teasing and laughing. The man had always been an outstanding source of positivity for you and you wanted to be one back to him. He found strength in humor and you wanted to be another form of strength for him. It was perfect that way. You loved the dumb jokes and the silly chats you two had. You loved the way his smile lit up his entire face when you cracked a dumb pun. He loved your little giggles that turned into big belly laughs when he started cracking them back.

You two had a relationship that was, in part, built on humor.

So, when you had teasingly sent him a naughty message today, it was a joke.

“Maybe you should live up to your name and make me cum a million times 👀”

You thought his reply was a joke.

“Hah! Sounds like a challenge and I’m up for it!”

You had also thought he had been joking when he had brought home a wheelchair that very day and told you it was because you were going to have a real hard time walking tomorrow. An elaborate joke, but a joke nonetheless.

Now you weren’t so sure how much of a joke it actually was.

“That’s three!” In the wake of your third orgasm, your eyes managed to flutter down to the tuft of blonde that was between your legs and you soon met Mirio’s twinkling gaze as he smiled at you, lips left wet with your essence. “You’re handling those really well, princess! You sound so sweet when you moan out for me that I can’t really help myself.” His voice was as cheery and light as ever. It was almost hard to believe that such a sweet tone was coming from the same man who had been going down on you like a man starved and yet….

“Miri-” you almost whined out. Three orgasms on his tongue alone was leaving you a bit weak. Didn’t help the way he melted you with his words after each of them - telling you how cute you were shaking underneath him. “Y-you don’t actually have to count them.”

“That’s a good one! Impressive that your cracking jokes after you went all tremble-y on me like that. Just another thing for me to adore about you, huh?” He readjusted his grip on you. He was lying prone between your legs, both his arms having snaked underneath your thighs to prop them up and leave you open for him. However, one of his hands went from completely coiling around your thighs, to now moving to press down on your stomach, pinning your lower abdomen to the bed. Your last orgasm had left you back rounded off the bed and this was probably a measure to counter that. Easier to get you off when you were anchored in place. “If I don’t keep track, how am I going to know how many more I have to go, silly. I mean, you can try counting if you want but-” he trailed off and you could see that mischievous gleam in his eyes as he licked the taste of you off his lips, “-I’m not sure you’ll be able to keep up no matter how smart you are.”

His head dove back down, seeing the way your body finally started to melt a bit - muscles unwinding just so he could wind them right back up again. His tongue was circling at your velvety entrance and a warm breath fanned over you with his low chuckle. “You’re still quivering, princess. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get enough of you when your body is this irresistible.” His tongue dove into you and the one arm that was still wrapped around your leg tugged. Your body dragged against the bed until his face was pressed right up against your cunt, the muscle inside you now digging in as deep as it could reach, lazily  contracting and expanding to toy out your reactions. The low groan of his voice sent a vibration through your core that caused enough of a rush of pleasure that you hardly noticed how bruising of a grip he had on your leg, keeping you flushed against him as much as he could.

He had taken his time with the first three climaxes and this seemed to be the case with this one too. This man had the potential to be an absolute brute- but he was treating you as if you were a fragile gemstone. Caution was to be heeded but you were in need of plenty of admiring. His tongue fucked you slowly and sweetly, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit every once in a while just to leave you mewling with each graze. Your own energy seemed to be coming back to your body too, because a particularly good thrust of his tongue had you freed leg involuntary jerking and knocking the side of his head with more force than you’d like to admit. You were caught in your own euphoria but you did have enough sense to realize that might have hurt and you gasped out. “S-sorry!” Your squeal tampered into a whine as his tongue retreated from you, leaving you feeling more empty than you wanted. But you had just kicked him. It was understandable he pulled away but your body was already desperate for your fourth.

Luckily he didn’t seem hurt. In fact, he appeared rather amused as he let go of your stomach and let his thumb move down to gently circle your clit, refusing to let your pleasure die down. “You got real squirrely on me there, huh?” He asked, flashing you the same charmed smile that caught your heart in the first place. This man smiled at you as if he had the world just to give to you. “Did it feel that good?” Softer now, his voice carried as a loving whisper in the space around you. So tender. Your pussy was clenching but your heart fluttered. “Let me make it feel even better.”

His finger moved to push inside you. Like everything else about this boy, his fingers were big too. The single digit stretched you out enough to make you keen and he moved to let his mouth lathe attention back to your folds. “Kick me as much as you want, princess. I’ll take whatever you got. Just let me make my princess feel soooo good.” The rumble in his voice vibrated against your heat as his finger worked and trusted inside you. Each stroke had you clamping down on him tighter, clinging to the intrusion as your hands moved to thread through his hair. Pleasure was rippling through your nerves and he fed off your reactions - your moans, your quivers, the drip of your heat around his finger. He picked up the pace each time you got needier, letting your bliss build and build and build. The pressure was so close. And when it got just right - just about ready for him to push you off the edge - he let his tongue focus solely on that pretty button of yours, playing it like a master musician. Your crying of his name was his masterpiece.

You came again and as that molten heat flooded your system, you barely registered the cheeky “four!” that was called out from inside your thighs. You did regain your senses enough to hear his sweet coos as he dropped your legs and moved to a kneel. “That’s it. You’re doing so, so well for me. I’m really proud of you, ya know? You’ve been handling it all and coming undone for me every time. You’re so gorgeous. How am I ever supposed to take my eyes off of you?”

He was leaning over you, kissing your lips till they were swollen, big hands soothing over your shaking body. “You’re not starting to hurt yet, are you? I’m trying to go slowly for you, but a million? That’s going to get you real sensitive. I’ll try and drag you into the pleasant parts of it a little faster now, alright? Just keep on taking me in, okay, pretty girl?” His hand found its way to your hair, smoothing over the top of it only so he could cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just like you always do. Yeah, you got this.”

His tip was pressed to your entrance and he suddenly had his hands off your face and grabbing your legs was more, bending them up over his shoulders. Mirio talked sweet and then had the tendency to bend you like a pretzel. But the way he had your body worked up had created enough heat within you to give you the flexibility he needed to get you into position. It also had you positively dripping and Mirio used that to lube up his cock as it glided from your entrance to between your folds and back, getting a layer of your sticky coating. “Ready for more? Getting such a good taste of my pretty girl got me all excited. Feel it?” His head was brushing alongside your entrance and it tipped in slowly, your hole protesting with a squeeze against the girth of it. “I’m practically bursting and it’s all because of you and how amazing you are. I can hardly hold back.”

Mirio’s hands found your own and pinned them above your head, intertwining fingers and squeezing as he pressed each individual inch of cock into your needy cunt. The stretch burned. Even with four orgasms and the stretch of his own finger, it still didn’t completely accommodate for his size. It was painful, but that’s why he went slow, letting you adjust as he got deeper and deeper and… his tip kissed your cervix and you mewled out, hands tightening their grip around his. He let you settle over him, adjust and when he felt you relax is when he started to pull his hips back.

“Don’t hold back then.” Your voice was tiny- sweet and peacefully blissed out but he had heard. His hips stopped midway on the outwards and the groan he emitted was so deep that you almost mistook it for a growl..

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you.” He slammed his hips back in. He didn’t mean to hurt you by any means but you got him so riled up some days he didn’t know how to handle himself. And with you having given him the go ahead, Mirio was finding his own pace, slamming heavy hips against your tight body. You could feel your vision blur with the force as the bed creaked underneath each motion. Mirio had a dick that could rearrange your guts if you weren’t careful. A mixture of pain and ecstasy dance over you, fighting for the spotlight with each snap of Mirio’s hips. But as he got faster, deeper, it was the euphoria that overcame and whimpering cries shifted to needy moans that only fueled your lovers movements.

The slam of the headboard bucking the wall now joined the chorus in the still-growing noise that had been created in the room. Tears pricked at your eyes but that didn’t dissuade you from calling out for more. “Miriii, pleaseeeee! Need ta’ cum-”

“How could I-” a grunt as he swung his hips down deeper still “- ever turn you down? Want me to cum with you? Cum inside you, princess?” You babbled out something that sounded like a yes and he groaned loudly. “Yessss. That’s a good girl. Gonna give you a kid, you want that? Your body sure does.” Another clench and Mirio managed out a strained laugh as he pressed your legs deeper to your chest. “Yeahhhhh, it does. Try not to spill a drop. But even if you do-” a slam of his hips “-ill just cum in you all over, okay? All for my-” slam! “-good-” slam! “-little-” he banged into you harder, harder, harder  “-princess.”

You screamed, feeling like his dick was splitting you in half as your orgasm sprang up on you. The first four had been honey like - sweet and slow. This one was more like a bolt of lightning as it rocked through you all at once, leaving your body in spasms. Those spasms were enough to coax Mirio too. Through your mental haze, you could feel warmth gush through your core, spilling deep inside your body - spilling out of it Mirio leaned further against you. He stopped himself from fully collapsing on you, not wanting to crush you. Even in his orgasmic bliss, his priority was keeping you safe at all costs - especially now with how utterly vulnerable and wrecked you looked underneath him. Were your eyes going crossed? They certainly were teary.

Cute.

He let you course through the sensations, keeping his cock situated in your depths. Hero stamina was fantastic. Having his cum lodged deep within you, spreading through your body gave him a mental image that riled him back up again even as your eyelids got heavy. Refractory period, who?

He chuckled gently, watching you start to doze off underneath him. He released your hand, only so he could tap your cheek and then jolt you awake with another buck of his hips. “Sorry, but no falling asleep yet! We’re only on number five!”

[getitinbusan]

Finger Bang!

Jeongguk Smut

More than pleased with himself, Jeongguk stared at how wet the bed was.

Quickly undoing his pants he knew he could pull another orgasm out of you while you were still blissed out. He brushed the damp hair off your cheek and kissed it.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to seeing that."

It had been a few weeks since this new talent revealed itself and he was determined to perfect the craft.

If he curled his fingers just right, and dragged them in and out at a steady pace, he could make you squirt like a soup dumpling. 

"So fucking wet, I can't believe how much your pussy loves my fingers." 

So while you lay in the aftermath, mind blank, muscles limp, he'd hop on and fuck you the rest of the way into oblivion replacing your fluids with his.

Walking through the airport you grabbed hold of him. Instead of taking his whole hand, you gripped your two favorite fingers and gave them a tight teasing squeeze.

"You really like those huh?"

"I thought it was obvious?"

Pressing his digits up to your lips you kissed them softly.

"I'm going to miss them this week, do you really have to go?"

"You're not going to miss me? Just my fingers?" He laughed, "You know you've got your own right?" 

"Not the same Guk. I love you, you'd better hurry back." 

The day before he was scheduled to return he messaged you. 

JK: I can't wait to see you tomorrow, I have a surprise. 

Y/N: I thought we were going to FaceTime tonight? I miss your smile Guk-ah."

Y/N: But what's the surprise!!??

JK: You're gonna have to be patient 💜 We get in at 7am, stay in bed, I'll meet you there 😏

The alarm went off at 6am, that would give you just enough time. 

Peeling off his old ripped t-shirt you got up to shower and shave.  

Putting clean sheets on the bed you tucked yourself back in just as the key turned in the lock. 

You heard the sound of his duffel bag drop on the floor, followed by shoes, then clothes as his bare feet pattered towards the bed. 

"I know you're not sleeping, I can see you smiling." 

You laughed as he lifted the covers and crawled on top of you.  "You'd better get over here and kiss me Jeongguk." 

His lips announced his homecoming as they connected with yours. His hand drew through your hair and caressed your cheek. 

You pulled back at the strange sensation. "What's this? Why are you wearing a glove? Jeongguk are you hurt?!" 

He rolled onto his back and held his gloved hand up. "This is my surprise!" 

You looked at him puzzled, "I don't get it." 

Sliding the fabric off his hand he slowly revealed his newly inked fingers, the inflamed writing spelled out ARMY across his knuckles. 

"Oh my God, thats so fucking hot!" 

He smiled at your praise. "You really like it? I can't wait for the fans to see how much I love them." 

You crawled on top of him, "When are you gonna show me how much you love me?" 

You ground yourself onto his hardening cock, "I need you to make me cum."

"Yeah? you need my fingers inside you baby?" 

"Please Kookie, I've been a good girl waiting for you." 

"Fuck, I love when you talk like that." 

He lowered his hand to your entrance, his fingers finding you wet in anticipation. Dipping his index inside you he hissed. 

His eyes grew big and apologetic, "shit...shit, I'm sorry. I'll be right back." 

He got out of bed and walked to the washroom. You could hear him running the faucet. The light flicked back off and he stood beside the bed. 

"You're gonna be mad." 

"Jeongguk, what's going on? I've missed you, why the hell aren't you fucking me right now?" 

He grabbed the discarded glove from the bed and slipped it back over his hand.

Realization hit you, "Oh for fucks sakes Jeon. How long till they heal?" 

His head dropped,"Three weeks.." 

The sex was good but… it was no squirting orgasm. 

It had been a week and a half plus the week he'd been gone. He felt bad.

Jeongguk loved to please you and even though you didn't complain he knew he could be giving you so much more. 

He walked into the living room where you lay on the couch and made a show of dropping his book loudly onto the coffee table. 

You picked it up and read the title, 

"Tantric Alchemy and Amrita: The Sacred Nectar of a good woman"

"Have you given up Overwatch for feminist studies?" 

He took it out of your hand and stretched out beside you. 

He flipped it open, "It says when a woman squirts, its a holy experience for her." 

You couldn't stop laughing at how serious he was.

"You've made me scream OH GOD on multiple occasions, im not sure why you needed a book to tell you that." 

"Don't make fun of me," he pouted. "I know you really like it when I make you squirt and I just want to understand so I can do it better." 

You held up his hand and looked at the Tattoos, "How much longer?" 

"Three more days baby, we're almost there. Wanna see what else I learned?" 

He flipped to the bookmarked page and read it to you.

"Tantric Kissing brings your makeout sessions to totally new, electric, and elevated levels. It allows you to experience flowing orgasmic energy with  outrageous passion between you and your kissing partner." He wiggled his brow and grinned.

Your panties were already wet.

"Jeongguk," you rubbed against him, "I'm more of a hands on learner. Why dont you teach me about it?"

You woke up in a great mood. Today was THE day! 

Jeongguk had left bright and early for rehearsal so you wouldn't see him until after the show tonight. 

Trying to distract yourself all day, your house had never been this clean. The anticipation building inside you was manifesting in your creamed panties. 

Y/N: Guk I'm gonna die...I cant wait any longer.

JK: Don't you dare touch yourself!

Y/N: You'd better take care of me

JK: I've got you baby girl.

JK: I changed the ending of Boy with Luv just for you...💜

Y/N: ?? Cant wait, see you soon.

He was a tease. Standing in the front row with your legs clamped together he danced for you.

Lifting his shirt, thrusting his hips, rolling his body, his hand falling conveniently over his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Almost at the finish line, you couldn't wait to get him home. The familiar ohs of Boy With Luv began and you watched as he flirted with you. You didn't want to wait, you wanted to be in the car already, getaway style. 

End...end...come on end...Boy with Luv…

He looked over his shoulder  directly at you and raised your two favorite fingers in the air. Holding the pose he winked and motioned with his head for you to get backstage. 

"Fucking finger guns Jeongguk? Do you want me to wet myself in public?" 

Not saying a word he grinned as he pulled you into a nearby green room and locked the door behind him. 

He backed you up animalisticly like you were prey until your legs found the edge of the couch.

"Guk..." 

He put his tattooed finger over you lips.  

You lay back on the couch as he knelt on the floor in front of you. 

Lifting your skirt he shook his head, "you haven't been wearing panties all night?"

You smiled sweetly and shrugged. 

Spreading you wide he went knuckle deep and pulled back out. "So fucking wet," he licked his finger. 

"Guk please, don't tease me anymore." Begging him, you were desperate to get off. 

He pushed his fingers into you and layed himself onto your chest. As his fingers stroked your sweet spot he whispered in your ear. 

"Remember the other day when we kissed for hours?"

You couldn't form sentences so you moaned in acknowledgment.

"How it felt like nothing else existed but us?" 

He lifted your leg to hit a deeper angle. 

"I want to give you that all the time." 

His lips moved warm and slow, his tongue dancing in your mouth as fireworks went off behind your eyes. His fingers, covered in cream were snuggly inside you, pressing, rubbing into a euphoric trance. He had you dizzy. 

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, "can you cum for me?"  

You knew he was speaking but your brain couldn't decipher what the words were. 

As your hips involuntarily rose to press into his palm he increased his speed. Your legs were trembling and he knew it was imminant. Moving to the side he watched as pleasure took over and you released your cum onto the couch and the floor. 

"Thats my girl." 

Your head was reeling as you tried to regain your strength. He held out his hand to help you up. 

"Aren't you going to finish?" 

He pulled you into a hug, "Nope. I learnt a few things from my book, it's going to be a long night." 

He opened the door just as Jimin was walking by. Eyeing you both  suspiciously up and down he looked into the room. "Is everything okay? Why are you wet.. why's the floor wet?" 

Jungkook shrugged, "Sometimes we have waterfights."

[savnofilter]

You’re Perfect

Bakugo x Fat!Reader [3.4k words]

warning(s): sexual content, angst, fluff, mentioned bullying, might be triggering, implied anxiety attack, body dysmorphia, body worship, praise kink.

a/n: for any sfw readers, about first half of the fic is strictly sfw. line “It took you a second” is when it gets spicy, ““Shit… you okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything?”” is when its chill again. <////<

ahhhh, i sincerely apologize to the requester for this being so late. i too at the time was struggling with my weight when i had received this, i hope this makes up for lost time. this hit home to write since its painful to see someone you love go through hating themselves for something they cant control. if there is ANYTHING THAT MAKES YOU (THE READER) UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE LET ME KNOW! i will fix it up ASAP. as my other awareness posts or sensitive topic fics, i hope this helps more than hurts. 

if anyone makes fun of you for your weight (especially on anonymous) theyre fucking losers. if someone cant say shit to your face they dont matter!! and if they do? they still dont matter. as long as you are healthy you are 100% valid, no matter your size. thank you anon, i hope you have a splendid night! 💓

His mouth danced with yours as you two had finally gotten back from a long day of shopping together. His hands wandered under the cute hoodie that you had borrowed from him, your beautiful body doing it more justice than his. His calloused hands gave your sides a playful squeeze, smirking lightly at your slight moan at the feeling. Just when he was about to lift the material from your body is when you had stopped him abruptly. 

Bakugo frowned upon watching as you kept your hoodie down, shying away from his eyes and not making any move to speak rather than to tell him “no”. He sat back on his heels, your skirt already ridden up, but that too was brought down by your persistent hands. Bakugo’s brows furrowed in confusion, eyes scanning your face and trying to figure out what the hell was wrong. 

“Babe, what the hell are you doing?” He asked, his voice communicating his confusion.

“I-I just don’t feel like it anymore.” You mumble, hand flying up to cover your face, a sure sign that you were lying to him. Bakugo’s face didn’t change at your words, the other indication of that was the subtle change in his facial expression. He moved back, his hands carefully lifting your thighs from around his waist and helping you sit better on the bed again. 

“What’s the issue? Did someone do something to you?” He asks one question right over the other, thinking out loud instead of letting you speak as he gives you more space. “I swear I’ll kill whoever did it, those fuckers don’t know what’s coming to them-”

“It was about us,” You whisper, “those girls were talking about us.” Your change in volume catching his attention, whipping his head to look in your direction once again. He was startled to find that you were crying, the dead giveaway being the wet spots that coated the once dry edge of your sleeves. “How I’m not good enough for you b-because…” Finishing the sentence was hard. Your voice trembled as you struggled to talk, the painful squeezing in your chest making it impossible to think straight. He couldn’t say anything as he waited for you to continue, too worried that if he spoke too soon he’d cause you more harm than healing.

“I’ve been trying so hard to ignore it but, it’s just so fucking hard not to. People always tell me about how I look when I can already see it by myself. I don’t need someone to point out my weight because I live with it every fucking day! When they send me their bullshit when we’re together -- it’s always when we’re together. I fucking hate it!” You cried harder, your emotions coming up and swallowing you whole. Had this been with anyone else, it would’ve been hard. Since Bakugo had already been with you a few times to know your insecurities and aid you back to a level head, making this easier to open up. “Those girls… they talk about how you’re better than me, how you’d leave me because I’m not shaped like the other girls, how--how I’m not your type! And it’s every-fucking-day.” You whimpered at the end of your sentence, your anxiety not aiding in the fact that it was getting so much harder and harder to think straight or breathe. “It hurts so fucking much because I love you so much, K-Katsuki -- it hurts s-so much!”

At this stage in your breakdown, you didn’t even have enough courage to look up at him or inch away when you felt him get closer to you. He was silent as he watched you sobbed, gulping anxiously as he too tried to hold back his pain at watching you like this. He quickly scanned the room to let his words flow for whatever reason, the action aiding him in speaking to you. Of course, he had known that once you two moved onto a university setting that more people would try anything to get on top. Bullying was something he was over and something he had grown to despise. The thought and knowledge of people being awful to you made him incredibly sick.

“Is that what has been bothering you so much?” Bakugo asked, gently getting enough room for him to bring you into his lap into his arms. You nodded as you continued to sob, the harshness before only dimming down just a bit by him embracing you in his arms. “Fuck those extras. Those chicks don’t even know what they’re talking about, if they spent more time on themselves they’d pass better in class!” He huffs. He doesn't need to anything about who there and what their motives were, not wanting to feed into their pathetic bullshit. It was losers who don’t even have the privilege to talk to him for Bakugo. “You’re fucking beautiful, Y/N. Don’t let some nameless bullies get to you, they’re nothing but jealous bottom-feeders. You’re your own person even without me -- and hell I would still be pinning after you even if we weren’t together.” He mumbles against your temple, his hand that held under thighs in a tight but comfortable grip gave them a loving squeeze, his other hand that wrapped around your shoulders giving the same effort. 

He smiled softly once the sound of your crying subsided the more he continued his words. He places a kiss on your temple once he manages to earn a sorrowful giggle from you, nuzzling your hair as he softly rocked you. “Don’t let those people get to you… they have nothing better to do.” He carries, his tone softer than the last time. “I don’t know what’s it like to be in your shoes, but I am here for you, alright?” He reassures. The nod of your head was all he needed as he let you calm down, not moving or speaking another word till you were comfortable in moving again.

He gave you a moment to collect yourself, reminding you of the breathing exercises you often did to get you to breathe normally again. It wasn’t until when you had gained enough reassurance you were able to lift your head from your curled up position, using the other dry side of your sleeves to clean your cheeks. He swoops in to give your closest cheek playful kisses, the feeling of his lips against your skin making you chuckle and move your face away. 

“Katsuki, stooop~” You tease him, moving your face away from him and letting his kisses trail down your neck. He stops once you down at him with a playful grin, your vibrant smile back on your face. 

“There my beautiful and amazing, Y/N, is~” He teases back, leaning in to give your lips a peck and pulling away to carefully let you back on the bed. You take a small deep breath, your hands coming up to wipe your face again. “Thank you, Katsuki. Sorry if I ruined the mood, I didn’t mean it…”

“Eh, what the hell. I would rather sex you up when you’re ready not when you’re someplace else.” He nudges you jokingly, smirking down at your semi-surprised face. “I could get you a bath, queue up some movies, if that’s what you want-”

“N-No, I would like to continue where we l-left off.”

It took you a second before you could look up at him, both pairs of eyes reading each other. You were the first to lean in, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and sealing the kiss halfway through. You positioned your body to face him better, him the same as you two sat at the edge of the bed getting into your interrupted make-out session once again. Your hands gripped the bottom of his shirt as his other disappeared under your hoodie once again, you two letting your hands refuge wherever they could find it. 

His thumb softly caressed your skin as he leaned more into you, you both moving to lay back onto the bed. His hand trailed from your jaw back to his earlier position before you had your break, pausing just slightly and continuing their journey downwards -- in fear of repeating the same emotions that had jumped up when you two had first started. His calloused hands landed on your thighs and spread them with enough room for him to fit between your thicc thighs. His hands gave them a sensual squeeze, dragging up playfully to disappear under your skirt as he caressed the plush skin under it. 

His tongue invaded your mouth while you let his hands roam wherever they so, please. His mouth swallowed your cute and surprised yelp when his hand found its way into your laced panties and gave your bean a testing rub. Once his advances weren't rejected he proceeded to continue rubbing. He opened his eyes to watch your face relax into one of lewdity, quickening his pace to the one you liked. His fingers were skilled in rubbing up and down to collecting your slick, making it easier to rub against your skin and bundle of nerves.

When you had pulled away it was one of the most erotic sights he has ever seen from you: expression needy, mouth open, and tongue hanging out your mouth as panted from the rush of adrenaline. A string of saliva connected you two, the experience causing his cock to twitch in excitement. He leaned down to give you a quick kiss to get rid of it and pulled away to get the rest of your clothes off. His hands gripped the bottom of the hoodie, red and lustful eyes looking up at you for consent before getting the clothing off your body. He groaned watching your chest heave in excitement, hands trailing your sides, and moving to kiss your neck.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby~” He mumbles against your skin, giving it a playful bite and sucking on it. “And you’re all fucking mine, you got it~?” He trails his kisses to different parts of your chest and collarbone, making sure to leave it in places that could easily be seen. “I’m going to let every extra know it too~”

You moaned out his name once he continued his possessiveness, hands groping your tits through your bra and fondling them. The soft but stimulating fabric of bra aided in giving you the extra boost of hormones that he had given your cunt minutes ago, shamelessly rubbing against the front of his pants to gain stimulation. 

His kisses didn’t stop at your chest and collarbones, his adventure continuing when his hands went behind your back to un-clip your bra and watch as your breast spilled from the contraption. He mutters to himself at how cute your chest was, the hardened nipples aiding in their beauty. He couldn’t help but swoop in and take a bud in his mouth, already sucking on the proud buds. His tongue swept across the hardened nerves and sucked on them as well, his other hand fondled the other. His unoccupied hand moves back under your skirt and inside your panties, playing with your womanhood, his main focus to give you utmost pleasure. 

He hums happily hearing you moan and whimper for him, your hands gripping the shirt he still kept on. The contrast of how much clothes you two were wearing was making you self conscious, but in the hot, bothered and vulnerable -- and not the bad kind of way. Once he could feel your cunt slicking up he smirked against your skin and continued his ministrations. Bakugo takes two experimental rubs against your entrance, dipping the tips in and slowly sinking them both in at once. His teeth lightly tug at your nipple as he pulls away, letting it go before giving it a teasing peck.

“You like my fingers in you, baby~?” He lightly taunts you, watching as your hips buck into his hand once he chooses to rub over your g-spot from the get-go. “You like it when I tease you like this, Y/N~?” Of course, he wasn’t expecting a verbal response from you. Your whimpering, and nodding being enough.

He let his fingers work inside you, tips repeatedly grazing and teasing your g-spot to watch your tremble and quiver. Choked words came from your mouth, your eyes never leaving his as he watched down at you in a predatory gaze. The corners of his mouth etched into a smirk, unbeknownst to you that how beautiful you looked made his heart race, his thumb doing its work to further its pleasure and keep you squirming beneath him. The sound of your cunt sucking around him was erotic, Bakugo flipping up your skirt just to see the mess underneath. “Fuck~ this pretty little cunt is mine~” He growls out from the feeling of your walls tightening around his digits at the compliment. Surely he wasn’t expecting you to cum this quick, his free hand gripping one of your thighs and pushing it back to let his fingers hit differently inside you. The mixture of his fingers pumping in and out of the hot core and his thumb swiping at your swollen nerves was enough to drive you over, giving him a loud cry he always yearned to hear when you guys get busy in your dorm room. He carefully removes his drenched fingers from your wanton cunt, dryly swallowing at the loss from around his fingers.

“Such a good girl…” He mutters to you, whether or not you were supposed to hear it or not mattering to you once he rips off your skirt, his hands gripping your waist and squeezing your waist. His eyes scanned and drank in your naked state, his cheeks tinting a happy pink on his tanned skin as he thought of all the things he could do to you, his boner officially pressing against the restraints of his pants. His hands trailed your body, giving the parts of your body sensual gropes and held you with gentleness. It was like he wanted to let you know he cherished every bit of you. 

Bakugo was quick on getting his clothes off, ready to finally have his cock inside you. His fingers danced across your way to lube himself up again, pumping his cock as he looked you over. He makes strong eye contact with you, his nose flare in hot arousal. “Are you ready to continue, babe?” He asks softly, gripping your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Please, Katsuki, please make love to me…” You ask meekly in response, your hands circling his shoulders and pulling him closer. His face nuzzles your neck and nods his head in response, pressing his tip against your opening before thrusting in.

“Be careful what you wish for~” He simply says as he hits inside you and holds you close. His pace was relentlessly but not in an aggressive way, the enthusiasm of his thrusts showing his passion for having sex with you. Your hips met with every thrust, body bouncing against his as he moved his hips against yours. The resonating sound of him moving in and out of you was flustering, to say the least, the sound not alone and having the sound of your wet pussy to partner along with it. 

His hands caged your head in as they rested on beside your face and on your plush pillows, anchoring himself and helping him move in you. He peeked down to watch as you reacted to him, from the way your face twitched in pleasure to the way your body moved against his was to put simply, euphoric. 

“There’s my beautiful girl, moan for me, baby~” Bakugo held no resentments in showering you with compliments, adding a little razzle-dazzle to the experience between you two. While some were straight-up dirty some were wholesome. The scale of how Bakugo went along with making you feel better and loved almost made you tear up once again. You swallowed the tears more for your own fear of shedding emotion and not wanting to ruin the mood again.

But that wasn’t the case.

Once Bakugo noticed your tear-stained cheeks, admittedly his heart did squeeze. He gave you a promise that he loves as he slowed his thrusts just for you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks and give you a passionate kiss on the lips. He didn’t try to make it steamy or long, nor did he pull away to hear you say the same words back. He just wanted you to feel loved and desired in that very moment his words reached far behind the sensual confines of the bed you both sometimes shared.

So you let your feelings out. 

This time it was from the overwhelming love you held for your longtime boyfriend.

He kissed away and rubbed your cheeks as he left you to cling onto him. He set his pace to one he knew you loved, doing nothing more than pleasuring you and helping you move along to your orgasm. His lips littered your exposed collarbones, shoulders, neck, chest -- anywhere he could appropriately reach and where he could find. He kissed the characteristic and lovely blemishes on your skin, the reappearing and disappearing stretch marks he loved to caress late at night, and the old hickies left by your one and only~ He made sure to give you his all.

Your hands interlocked with his as you announced you were close, eyes watching up into him as his hips stuttered to meet your climax as well. He allowed himself to adjust to comfort without restraints. He sat deep in you as you released on his cock, your soft pants leaving your chest. He mutters another “I love you” to you for another good measure, kissing up to your neck and nipping your earlobe and sucking on it. He held you in his arms till you were done, carefully pulling away and pulling out, cussing lightly under his breath as he admired you. 

“Shit… you okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything?” He asks with slight worry, his cheeks tinting red again when you left your hands to cup his cheeks instead this time. You smiled up at him once he focused on you, thumbs softly rubbing the soft and warm skin of his attractive face.

“I’m okay. Thank you, Katsuki…” He pulls you into another hug, his arms holding onto you so tight that you believed that he wouldn't let go no matter what. “I-I love you too.”

You felt safe. 

Being on your own and not in the comfort of your home was scary on its own. But, with the added support of your boyfriend never made you pull away from loving yourself. You hadn’t expected to meet Bakugo or elope with him after his era of horrid behavior back in junior secondary school. You giggle to yourself as you think about old Bakugo and how much he’s changed, gaining a confused look from him.

“What’s so funny, brat?” He asks playfully, his hand coming up to flick your forehead. You whine at the feeling, still smiling anyways. 

“You’ve changed a lot, Katsuki.” You answer with just as much lightness, thanking him when he brings back a towel for you both to get cleaned up. “It’s honestly endearing if you ask me~”

“Save it for dinner.” He mumbles back, cheeks hot with embarrassment as you compliment his character development over the years. He gets off the bed and holds your hands to get you up, giving the same spot on your forehead a gentle kiss to somewhat “soothe” it. 

“Change into something comfortable, I have to show you something that will blow your fuckin’ socks off.” He grins as he pulls away. He get to changing into the settings attire from the few draws you let him borrow for his clothes, shooing you away and giving your butt a playful smack once you leave and smirking at your yelp. 

You pout rubbing your butt and go to your closet to pick out something this time around, deciding the leading choice for the outfit would be another one of his at-home hoodies that you wore out when you wanted him most. “May I ask where-”

“Of course not.” He answers before you can finish, peeking back at you once you dressed already, smiling softly as he hops up. “Just wear something that you can get dirty in. We’re going to make some unforgettable memories~”

[woossexyponytail]

# 25, 38 and 49 with horny dom!hongjoong x fem reader please 😳 also he has a praise and dirty talk kink asxghfkfkf basically he loves knowing he's good in bed. thanks and take your time 💗💗

Yes of course!! Omg finally I get to write a Hongjoong fic yay I'm so excited!!!

I hope you like it!!

Hongjoong and I sat in a restaurant for date night, the evening was fun but embarrassing, Hongjoong kept his hands on my body, squeezing my thigh or rubbing up against my leg.

Every now and again he'd lean over placing lingering wet kisses on my neck, but the moment I'd move my hands closer to him he'd get this dark look in his eye's.

"Ah not yet baby, we're in public." He said chuckling as he moved my hand away from him making me pout.

"Well if you're that needy I'll just have to tale you home now then." He smirked, he quickly paid for our meal and grabbed my hand leading up out and home.

___________________________

"You want me to take your body huh?" Hongjoong asked darkly and wetness immediately sunk to my core as his sentence set off a whole lot of nerves in me making me gasped softly when he pushed me on my back.

He was directly on top of me, his hands on either side of my head as I laid back in bed. I looked away, but he lifted my chin so I was looking at him, "You should answer when I ask you a question."

I could feel dominance radiating off of him making my body sink into its submissive state my voice got higher and he knew that he had me wrapped around his finger.

"Yes sir," I said almost in a whimper wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on my body.

His hands started pushing under my clothing and running across the band of my panties, kissing along my collar bone before sucking and biting, leaving many marks across my neck.

I moaned out and my hips buckled, begging for him to pay more attention to under my underwear. He smirked as he reached his hand down running a finger across the front of my panties and pulled them down.

"Already soaked, are we? And I've barely touched you." He said as I whimpered nodding my head with a begging look in my eyes, he chuckled softly at my reaction.

"Hey don't worry we'll get there soon enough." He said and immediately manoeuvred me around so he could pull off my shirt. He moved his hands so he could grab the soft, delicate skin around my breast, overtop of my bra.

His fingers felt like fire across my skin. He didn't wait long to reach around and undo the clasp pulling off my bra and stare at me.

He stayed smirking the whole time and reached his head down, kissing slowly down my chest till his mouth reached my right breast and he licked across my sensitive nipple making my breath hitch.

A quiet moan slipped past my lips, he did it again and my hips bucked against him. He kept doing it while using his other hand to hold my hips down.

With every lick and suck I dripped more, I was already a moaning mess and he hadn't even gotten to the main event. "You're so needy baby eh?" He asked and moved his hand cupping my mound making a soft whine fall from my lips.

"If your a good girl then maybe I'll give you what you want." He said as my body burned with desire and I needed him badly.

"Please I'll be so good I swear, I'll be a good girl," I responded immediately as I pleaded to him. His eyes tilted, that dark but incredible hot smirk never leaving his lips.

"Really?" He asked his fingers slipping past my waist and placing them against my wetness. I moaned loudly and my reaction was enough for him to slip a finger into my wetness and he curled his finger hitting my g-spot.

The immediate wave of pleasure that washed over me hit me like a truck, he was teasing me for so long that this sudden burst of pleasure was enough to tip me over the edge as I moaned.

Pulling his mouth down on mine as I came on his finger's. He pulled away staring at me, "Well if that wasn't the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I could see the obvious bulge in his pants as he pulled off his shirt and then his jeans leaving his boxers on. I sat up on my knees looking him in the eyes and went to rub my hand across his covered erection, but he grabbed my wrist stopping me.

"Watch me until I say you can join me." He said voice low, I whined as I watched him, he allowed his hand to reach down until he can fist his erected dick. His eye's closed as his head is leaned back, I press my thighs together wanting friction.

He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from making a sound, gradually increasing his speed of his pumping hand as he finds a rhythm and groaning loudly.

What felt like hours he finally pulls me towards him, I move myself closer towards him, I slip off his boxers and look up at him completely bare now.

"Tell me what you want." He whispers in my ear, his hands around my wrists as he started kissing my neck again.

"Want you to tease me, rub that fat head of a dick against my clit and then fucking slam into me without warning. Stretch me out so wide it hurts in the morning." I begged as Hongjoong started to bite my skin.

"Tell me I'm a good girl. And flip me over and fuck me raw" I whine into his ear, Hongjoong chuckled as he moved to look at me, "I love it when you talk dirty."

Without any hesitation Hongjoong positioned himself above me, he kissed me and looked into my eyes for confirmation before slamming into me.

I gasped at the immediate pleasure, he moved faster as I moaned for him to speed up, pounding faster we were both moaning loudly. Hongjoong's hips were now snapping into me as fast as possible.

He grabbed onto my thighs hiking my legs up to wrap around his waist which gave him even more access to hit deeper in me, and that moment I could feel myself come undone.

This orgasm was even harder than the last one that I screamed out his name, drowning in pleasure, "Oh my god!! Hongjoong!"

My cum came dripping out of me, slicking up my thighs and covering us both in my wetness. His face was twisted in pleasure as I tightened around him and he groaned loudly and began pounding harder till my legs were shaking and another orgasm washed over me covering me in wave upon wave of pleasure.

After another moment he pulled out of me and covered my bare stomach in cum, making me moan at the sight. He layed down next to me and breathed heavily, running his fingers through his hair.

I ran my finger across the cum covering my stomach and then pushed my finger into my mouth tasting the substance, Hongjoong groaned at the sight.

"Let's get you washed up then we can sleep." He said as he stood from the bed making his way to the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with a wet cloth as he cleaned me up.

Laying back down I cuddled up to him as he wrapped his arms around me pulling the covers up. Humming softly I drifted off to sleep as the exhaustion took over finally.

[lady-of-the-lotus]

Looking through a paperman's eyes, Xiao Xingchen can suddenly see again.

See Chengmei's face.

Xue Yang's face...

His mind split between multiple papermen, Xingchen fractures.

Xue Yang breaks with him.

E - Xuexiao - Read on AO3! - Head the tags! ; ) The art here is only tonally appropriate for this chapter... Chapter 2

Chapter 1 of 2

They walk for an hour and a half, cross-country. Rumor of a new threat had found its way to their corner of Yi City. Disappearing people, strange sightings, the usual, except there have been none of the normal signs of demonic activity.

Chengmei, impatient as always, had wanted to fly, but Xiao Xingchen had insisted they get some exercise.

“The weather is nice, and there’s no need to rush home,” he says. “A-Qing has gone off again.” Every few months, A-Qing’s restlessness resurfaces and she disappears for a few days, making Xiao Xingchen worry until he hears the tap-tap-tap of her stick on the stone of the courtyard.

“She’ll be fine,” Chengmei says. “She was on her own her whole life.”

“I know, but…”

“She was doing better than you were, my friend.” Chengmei laughs, touching his elbow, sending a little spark up Xingchen’s arm. “I still can’t believe you gave her your coin purse.”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Well, if you’d asked me—”

Xiao Xingchen smiles in anticipation of whatever he’s going to say, but Chengmei breaks off abruptly with a low whistle.

“We’re here. A burial mound. Or rather, a mass grave.”

Xiao Xingchen’s sword is already out. “The resentful energy is quite strong.”

Chengmei snorts, something Xiao Xingchen has learned is his way of rolling his eyes so Xiao Xingchen can hear. Xingchen smiles to himself. He does this on purpose sometimes, winds Chengmei up, ruffles him. He delights in how expressive Chengmei’s voice is, how he wears his emotions on his sleeve, good or bad.

“‘Quite strong’?” Chengmei teases. “It almost bowled me the fu—the hell—no that doesn’t work—”

Now Xiao Xingchen does laugh. He can’t see Chengmei’s face, but hears the smile in his voice.

“Bowled me the fig over,” Chengmei finishes.

“A good save.”

“I know, right?” A creak of leather as Chengmei crouches. “There’s a stone headstone type thing here. I can’t quite make it out in this light.” Another creak as he seats himself on what seems to be a small cenotaph. "Probably from the war."

Xiao Xingchen frowns at him.

“How did you know I sat on it?” Chengmei shuffles his feet in the grass as if he’s risen, but he remains seated on the cenotaph.

“I know you too well, I suppose.”

Chengmei laughs. “You really are something else, daozhang.”

Xiao Xingchen waits for him to expand on that. He’s long since learned that Chengmei does that sometimes, throws out a non sequitur or random statement, sometimes to get a reaction, sometimes to change the subject, without really thinking it through.

Xiao Xingchen likes it, usually. Keeps things interesting. Often just by his remaining silent, as if uninterested, Chengmei will immediately follow up with something even wilder.

Tonight, however, his companion is silent, as if lost in thought.

“Get up, Chengmei, please. Let’s at least try not to anger malevolent spirits this time.”

A creak as Chengmei rises. “Still mad about what happened last week, I see.”

“That ghost almost killed you, all because you had to make fun of her fingernails, of all things!”

“You should have seen them. Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you can’t be well-groomed.” 

“Chengmei…” He sighs, but he can’t contain a smile. “Describe what’s around us. What are we looking at? …You looking at,” he corrects himself before Chengmei can.

“Bones, all over the place. Scattered over the burial mound. Rather homey.”

“Human bones?”

“Human and animal, by the look of things. This reminds me of the time at this little inn in Bianzhuang, where the soup had the most suspicious-looking pieces of—”

A bellowing sound cuts him off. “On your left!” he hisses, but Shuanghua is already up.

A crashing of underbrush, a foul stench of rotting meat, a rattle of displaced bones. The earth shakes beneath the creature’s hooves, he hears the rush of air around a supernaturally huge monster, but there’s not a hint of demonic energy, and for the first time since he lost his eyes, Xiao Xingchen is afraid. 

Chengmei is reckless—

He lashes out, aiming at the sound. He hits something solid, and the beast roars, enraged. A cry from Chengmei and Xingchen is flung out of the way, tumbling to the rocky ground, out of the path of the charging beast.

The all-too-familiar sound of something piercing flesh. The scent of blood.

Xiao Xingchen slashes at the smell, aiming far enough away from the sound to avoid striking Chengmei. Shuanghua strikes flesh, hits bone, and is almost jerked out of his hands by the bucking creature. It turns and charges at him, dragging Chengmei along with it, by the sound of his tangled curses—

He ducks out of the way at the last moment. A crash as it thunders through the underbrush, turns again—

Chengmei’s voice, raised, half-choked: “Fuck you, stay away from him—” A stabbing sound, an angry cry, and something strikes him hard in the midriff, sending him slamming into a rock.

Blood again

His blood—

A bellow of pain. Distant, echoing. Chengmei’s shout, the whistle of a blade through the air.

A stabbing sound.

More blood, blooming thickly on the warm night air.

Xiao Xingchen passes out.

* * * *

 At first, the only way he knows he’s alive is the blinding pain in his skull.

Blinding pain. Ha. That’s funny. Something Chengmei would have teased him for saying—

Memory rushes back to him. Patting around for his sword, he tries to get up but falls out of bed.

He’s safe at home in the Coffin House, on the floor beside Chengmei’s bed. He recognizes the creak of floorboard, the scent of the drying herbs strung from the rafters, the melancholy whistle of wind through the gaps in the walls.

“Daozhang!” A hand at his elbow, guiding him back into bed. “You’re awake!”

“What happened?”

“You saved my life. The usual.”

“What was it?”

“Hell if I know. Some kind of boar monster. Take more than some pig to kill me, though.”

“What time is it?”

“Still night.”

Xiao Xingchen struggles to marshal his thoughts. “You almost died.”

He can almost feel Chengmei’s shrug. “Not the first time, and it won’t be the last time. Well, the ‘almost’ part might be the last time; I might actually bite it next time.”

Xiao Xingchen doesn’t bother trying to parse that one out. “Are you hurt?”

“Nothing serious.”

Xiao Xingchen frowns. “Come here.”

“Come…”

“I can’t get up. Come here.”

Hesitating, Chengmei crawls into bed beside him.

“Take off your clothes.”

Normally this would elicit an off-color joke that would have Xiao Xingchen frowning at him and blushing, but now Chengmei hesitates again.

“I…well…”

“You are hurt!” Xiao Xingchen pats him down, forgetting his headache in the sudden flurry of panic. He should have reacted faster last night, should have killed the beast with his first blow, should have protected Chengmei—

Bandages beneath his fingertips, bare skin, a slight stickiness.

“The tusks!”

“Ruined a good robe, having to cut it off,” Chengmei says, back to his usual casual, flippant self. “Not sure even you can sew it back up. The robes, I mean, not my side.”

Xiao Xingchen’s heart is beating so fast he feels dizzy. “You almost died, Chengmei—”

“So did you.”

Xiao Xingchen pinches his temples. “You shouldn’t have shoved me out of the way. The boar—the boar gored you—”

“Just a flesh wound.”

“We—we should go back to its lair when we’re better, bury the bones—”

Chengmei snickers. “ ‘Lair’?”

“As soon as you’re stronger, we’ll go back.”

“I’m fine now.”

“How many stitches did you need?” An inane question, but something simple he can use to ground himself. It’s starting to sink in now, his mind fully clearing: his blindness in the face of the beast, the boar’s agonized bellow, the fear in Chengmei’s voice—

He had almost lost him tonight. All because Xingchen had insisted on going night-hunting, continuing to push his own egotistical agenda on Chengmei despite the fact that he couldn’t see, selfishly endangering everyone around him. What had he expected to happen?

“Didn’t exactly stitch myself up,” Chengmei says. Lost in his own thoughts, Xingchen had almost forgotten his own question. “I sealed up my meridians, so it’s just pain, and I can handle pain.”

Xiao Xingchen reaches out again, touching Chengmei’s arm, and Chengmei inhales sharply.

“Your arm!”

He imagines Chengmei wrinkling his nose. “Well, the boar did a poor job of killing me, but an excellent job of shattering my arm. You know how it is.”

“I certainly don’t know how it is!”

“Left arm,” says Chengmei, as if that makes it better.

Xiao Xingchen is not a hugger, but he has a sudden overwhelming urge to fold Chengmei in his arms, hold him till Chengmei understands that this is not a normal way to react to grievous bodily injury.

“Not the first time it’s happened, and not the last,” Chengmei says, and Xiao Xingchen reaches out to take his good hand.

“I’m going to set your arm and stitch you up,” he says, “and then you are going to eat and go to sleep.”

“Fine, have it your way,” says Chengmei, teasing, but Xiao Xingchen does not smile.

He does not smile as he fashions a splint for Chengmei’s arm, or mops the blood from Chengmei’s torso, stitches the deep gashes in Chengmei’s side, or as he fastens the bandages around Chengmei’s middle.

“—nasty-looking bugger; I think it was some kind of boar crossed with a wolf, twisted and bloated by some kind of magic—it was powerful enough to mask its energy; that’s probably why Shuanghua didn’t sense it—”

Xiao Xingchen barely hears him. His heart is beating fast, and he’s so distracted by the fact that Chengmei almost died trying to save his life that he reaches up to adjust his blindfold and leaves a smear of wetness across his cheek.

The last of his clean blindfolds.

Another inane thought.

He’ll have to wash it out in the morning—

“All done? It was nothing, really.” Chengmei’s hand is on his arm. He’s very close to Xiao Xingchen as they sit on the edge of the bed, so close Xiao Xingchen can feel the brush of his shoulder against his. He radiates warmth, and Xiao Xingchen, perpetually cold, is seized again by a fierce desire to wrap him in his arms, curl into his heat, whisper to him that of course it matters if his arm is broken—

“You need to be more careful,” is all that comes out.

“I give you my solemn word that next time we go night-hunting, I won’t let you get knocked out again.”

Xiao Xingchen isn’t sure if he’s baiting him on purpose or if he genuinely means it. “I mean you need to take care of yourself.”

“Bathe more often. Got it.”

“Can’t you be serious for once?” Xiao Xingchen's voice is sharper than he intends, but it’s too late to take that back now. “If you were to be killed, I—”

“—would have one less mouth to feed.”

Xiao Xingchen grips Chengmei’s good wrist. “Chengmei—”

Chengmei laughs, bending his head slightly, his silky hair sliding over the gap in Xiao Xingchen’s open inner robe, tickling his chest.

“Chengmei, please be serious for once. If you were to be—”

“You look so pretty with blood on your face,” Chengmei interrupts, and that does something to Xingchen, sends a quivery rush of heat through his body. Chengmei slides to the floor, kneeling before him, trembling good hand resting lightly on his knee.

“I—”

Cheingmei's hand moves up his leg, finds Xingchen's hand gripping the blankets on the edge of the bed, strokes it gently, fingertip sliding over the sensitive skin between his fingers, over his palm.

Xiao Xingchen swallows hard. He’s trembling too now, heart pounding, the warmth flowing through his limbs gathering to pulse gently in one confusing, embarrassing place.

“Ever done this before?” Chengmei asks, almost murmurs. His voice is a mere shadow of its usual blunt, teasing self.

Xingchen twists at the sheets with his free hand, trying to keep his voice steady. He must be mistaken. Concussed, perhaps. Hallucinating. The pulse between his legs has become a throb, and that’s not helping his perception of things, either. “No, it’s not something I…get…get up, Chengmei, we were having a serious conversation. If you were to be seriously hurt, I don’t know what I’d—”

Again Chengmei cuts him off before he can finish. “You almost died tonight, daozhang. Let me take care of you.”

“That’s not what—” He gasps slightly as Chengmei’s hand moves back to his leg, creeps over his inner thigh, just grazing the half-hard flesh he wishes he could somehow hide.

Heat rises in his cheeks. He wants to pull away, cover it before Chengmei notices, but there’s a brush of fabric, a whisper of warmth breath, and then his half-hard—his half-hard cock is plunged in wet heat.

“I’m—I’m not—”

The wet heat disappears. “Is that a no?”

“It’s—” And suddenly all he wants is a return of the wet heat. Proof that Chengmei is still alive, still warm. “I’ll tell you when to stop,” he says. Trying to compensate for his inexperience, it comes out more commandingly than intended, but Chengmei gives a little whine and eases Xiao Xingchen’s knees farther apart, his bad arm wrapped around one leg, good hand wandering, slipping underneath him, brushing the soft, sensitive spot he’s never thought of touching before, fondling his—

“Not there,” he wants to say, but all that comes out is a little whimper that sets a flush of shame rising in his already-hot cheeks. Reflexively he digs his fingers in Chengmei’s hair, tugging it slightly, and Chengmei gives a little moan that sends vibrations over his painfully hard cock.

Chengmei’s head is moving now, up and down, tongue gliding along the sides of his cock, sucking hard on the sensitive nerve bundle beneath the tip, taking him deep into his throat. Xiao Xingchen forgets to breathe as he digs his finger deeper in his hair, tugging it again, and Chengmei full-on gasps, throat clenching around Xiao Xingchen in rhythmic convulsions. 

Xiao Xingchen comes, spilling deep into Chengmei’s throat. Chengmei swallows, an embarrassingly filthy wet choking sound, and Xiao Xingchen pulls his head off of his cock.

“I’m so sorry—” he starts, but then he’s on his back on the bed, and Chengmei is kissing a string of bruises into his throat, branding Xiao Xingchen.

“Good thing A-Qing isn’t home,” Chengmei whispers, and Xiao Xingchen laughs, shame gone.

“Let me try it,” he whispers. He feels like his bones have been ripped out, limbs calm and relaxed, but his heart is still fluttering.

The kisses stop. “Try what?”

“Lie down.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

“You want to?”

Xiao Xingchen’s heart thuds against his bruised ribcage. His hands are shaking slightly, and he hopes Chengmei doesn’t notice. “Yes.”

“I…”

“Let me try.”

And then Chengmei is on his back, and Xiao Xingchen is trailing his lips down his bruised chest, down his naval, working himself up to do the thing he’s afraid of wanting as much as he does. 

A tinge of shame returns. To want to do something like this—

But Chengmei is warm, Chengmei is alive, Chengmei is his.

He takes Chengmei’s cock in his hand, squeezing it gently, examining it with his fingers, rubbing his fingers along the hot, firm sides, smearing it with the little pearls of moisture leaking from the tip. He’s never been so close to another man’s cock before. A new pulse rises between his legs, prickles over his legs, clouds his thoughts with renewed need—

And then Chengmei’s cock is in Xiao Xingchen’s mouth, a living thing, silk-smooth and pulsing with life.

It fills more of his mouth than he’d expected. Thicker, hotter. Heavy on his tongue, pressing up against the back of his throat, making his eyes tear up and jaws ache. 

“You don’t have to—” Chengmei whispers, fingers of his good hand tracing the top of Xiao Xingchen’s blindfold, thumb stroking the bridge of his nose, and Xiao Xingchen makes a little humming sound to let him know that it’s all right, that he wants to do this—

Chengmei pulls him off his cock moments before he comes, ejaculating into his own hand.

A flash of disappointment, as if he’d wanted to take Chengmei deeper into him, swallow him down, ingest him, absorb him.

Bind him to him.

He bends down to lap at the wetness slicking Chengmei’s cock, cleaning it with his tongue. Chengmei gives a little whimper but doesn’t push him away. Xiao Xingchen licks at the cum, thoroughly cleaning him before turning to Chengmei’s hand.

Chengmei, who has been lying very still, breath coming in soft little starts, suddenly comes to life. “Don’t—”

“It’s fine.”

“But—”

“Shhh. I want to.”

Carefully, Xiao Xingchen runs his tongue over Chengmei’s palm. It tastes of blood and the salty tang of his cum. He cleans the palm, between the fingers, taking two fingers into his mouth when he’s done. He likes the feel of having Chengmei inside him again, even just his fingers. Warm, alive —

Chengmei raises his legs slightly, framing Xiao Xingchen between his thighs. He tilts his knee, sliding his foot under Xiao Xingchen’s groin. He moves his finger inside Xingchen’s mouth, sliding over Xiao Xingchen’s tongue, soft and slow. Xiao Xingchen sucks harder, rolling his hips into Chengmei’s ankle, one hand on his knee, the other on his hip.

He doesn’t quite come, not so soon after his last climax, but the friction feels good against his groin, Chengmei’s legs solid against his sides, the pain of his bruises reminding him of how fortunate he is to have Chengmei here, Chengmei beneath him.

He releases Chengmei’s finger and inches up to lie beside him. Chengmei rolls into him, nuzzling his throat with his nose.

“If your body is shattered in six places, we can’t do that again,” Xiao Xingchen murmurs into his hair. Chengmei’s heart, pounding against his chest, beats faster, but Chengmei’s tone is his usual flippant one as he asks, “Again?”

“If you promise to take better care of yourself. No more stunts.”

“I promise. Word of honor.”

“That’s what you said when you swore you’d stop teasing A-Qing.”

Chengmei laughs, the vibrations soothing Xiao Xingchen’s aching ribs. “Yeah, but I actually mean it this time.”

Shaking his head, but smiling to himself, Xiao Xingchen pulls him closer.

* * * *

Chengmei is up before him that afternoon. He’s prepared a meal of eggplant and rice he just saves from scorching, something he only manages about half the time. Xiao Xingchen isn’t sure what there is in the Coffin House to get diverted by, but Chengmei is easily distracted.

“And then I have a surprise for you,” he tells Xiao Xingchen. He rocks back and forth on his chair the whole meal—he’s never been good at sitting still—and jumps up to clear the dishes when Xiao Xingchen has finished eating.

Xiao Xingchen sits and lets him despite Chengmei’s broken arm, afraid of mentioning the injury and bringing up what had happened the night before. Everything is all so—so normal, and he’s afraid that if he so much as asks Chengmei how he’s feeling, the spell will break, or worse yet, last night will have been revealed to have been a dream.

“I brought you this,” Chengmei says when he’s finished, setting something down on the table. He takes Xiao Xingchen’s hand and lays it on the pouch set down on the table, then pulls his hand away quickly, as if the touch of Xingchen’s skin is something forbidden.

An awkward silence. The warmth of Chengmei’s touch lingers on Xiao Xingchen’s hand—

Xiao Xingchen reaches up, lays the hand on Chengmei’s elbow, and the awkwardness is dispelled as if it had never been there. Chengmei leans over his shoulder, reaching around him. His cheek grazes Xingchen’s, as warm as his hand had been.

“I removed the beast’s core last night,” he says. “It was a spirit beast, the first I’ve seen in years. The core is strong. You can—you know, take it, use it to make spiritual tools or whatever…” He pulls away, and Xiao Xingchen quickly turns to glance sightlessly up at him over his shoulder.

"A real core?"

"As real as they come."

It’s an impressive gift, the core. The spirit beast’s magical essence, it can be used in elixirs and spiritual tools. Xingchen has never encountered a beast with a core potent enough to do more than make healing draughts and powders, but he can sense the thrum of power clean through the containing pouch.

Instinctively he knows that this is more than a mere gift. That for someone like Chengmei—a survivor, a forager, a scrounger, a child of the streets—to give up such an advantage, something that he could use—

He rises, pouch in hand, and lays the other on Chengmei’s shoulder.   

“Thank you, A-Mei,” he says.

He has nothing to give Chengmei in return except for that—“A-Mei”—but it seems to be enough.

Silence. And then, “Well, I’d best be letting you play with your new toy,” says Chengmei. “Be careful with it. It’s got more malevolent energy than I’ve seen anywhere for a while. You wouldn’t want a corrupted spiritual tool killing you in your sleep, would you?”

“Could that actually happen?”

“I wouldn’t let it happen,” says Chengmei, a bit too emphatically, and he slips out of the house as if he’s said too much.

Xiao Xingchen sits back down. He wants to rush out after Chengmei, plead with him to be careful, to not exert himself with his wounded side and broken arm, but instead he smiles fondly after him, hoping he’s looking over his shoulder, and turns to the pouch.

After a moment he rises, rummages through Chengmei’s small store of things. Normally he would never look through his things—(“Look.” Ha. What would Chengmei have to say to that?) but this is going to be a gift for Chengmei, as he’s not so presumptuous to think a pet name is much of a gift.

But this will help him keep Chengmei safe, and he would do anything to keep Chengmei safe.

Carefully, he cuts a paperman out of Chengmei’s talisman paper and lays it flat on his hand.

He’d only done this once before, under Shifu’s supervision, and it had drained his spiritual powers for a week afterward.

He’s stronger now than he was then, but he still knows the dangers of being trapped outside his body, of fracturing his mind between two loci, of the damage to his psyche if the paperman is harmed while he’s still in it.

He hasn’t dared risk anything like this since losing his eyes. He’s relied too heavily on his spiritual energy to find his way around and defend himself to risk losing it for a week. Had no one to protect his body while he was in the paperman, keep him from the thousand dangers of the road.

But he has a home now, and he can rely on Chengmei to look after him if he drains his powers for a few days. And he doesn’t think he will drain them—the beauty of the core is that it will provide an alternate source of power for the consciousness transfer.

Or rather, consciousness splitting.

If all goes well, he can split his consciousness between his body and the paperman on night-hunts, seeing through the paperman’s eyes, being able to see threats, monsters, demons, beasts, defend himself and Chengmei, so that last night’s events will never be repeated.

And—he can’t help but blush at the thought—he’ll finally get to see what Chengmei looks like. It’s not as if it matters to him. Chengmei is Chengmei. He’s his, no matter what. He already knows he’s good looking, going by overheard scraps of conversation, but that had meant nothing to him as a blind man, and he knows it will mean nothing even after he sees his face.

But to be able to gaze upon his face as he lies next to him in bed, look across the table at him at dinner, see the light catching in his eye as he laughs, finally see the smile that sounds so very infectious—

It’s worth the risk involved in splitting his consciousness between his body and the paperman.

And the risk in using the malevolent core. Chengmei was right—there’s a strong dark energy in the deceptively bright and golden core.

But he can handle it. Use the light, leave the darkness in the pouch.

He wonders how long he has till Chengmei returns. He checks the shelf—so he took a basket with him, that must mean he was going to the market. Not something he should be doing in his state, but at least it gives Xiao Xingchen a bit more time before he’s expected back.

He sits cross-legged on the mediation mat beside his old coffin—they really ought to move that out, make more room in the house—what will they tell A-Qing?—he’ll leave that up to Chengmei—he doesn’t think she’ll care much, but they’ll have to swear to secrecy; he can’t imagine the neighbors will like having two cut-sleeves in their town—

He takes a deep breath, trying to order his thoughts, but for once they refuse to be calmed.

Is he a cut-sleeve? Is that what this is? Outside friendship, he'd never had so much as a flicker of interest in anyone before, man or woman, but he’d taken an innate interest in women for granted. He should go back and examine the last ten years of his life, recontextualize the last fifteen years of his life, see if there were signs, revisit his time with Song Lan—

Another deep breath. None of this matters now. What matters is that Chengmei will be home soon, and Xiao Xingchen wants to surprise him. And how now Xingchen willl be able to examine last night’s stitches, make sure the splint is in correctly place, ensure that Chengmei heals properly.

Eat dinner on the porch, watching the sunset together.

See the moon.

Lie on his back, looking up at the stars....

Best not think about that. Best not get his hopes up in case he fails—

He does not fail.

It’s like a red-hot razor is slicing slivers from his brain, carving it in half. He’s about to cry out when the agonizing pain is gone and only the heat remains.

His own face looks down at him, its wide mouth hanging open slightly, eyebrows raised above the blood-streaked blindfold.

He drops the paperman in shock, and the room dips and whirls around him. Dizzied by the sense of motion despite being still, he immediately bends down to snatch at the fluttering paperman, stop its fall. It eludes him as, nausesous, he watches his giant hand snatch at his paperman face like an enormous white hawk grasping at its prey—

He slams his head into the table and falls off his chair.

Sitting on the floor with the paperman tucked safely in his robe, queasy with motion sickness, he laughs to himself at his own clumsiness.

He can see.

He can see.

He can see.

Xingchen is about to rise, look around, examine every nook and cranny of his suddenly-new home, when he hears off-key whistling from outside.

His pulse quickens. Chengmei is home, sooner than expected—

Chengmei steps over the threshold.

“I’m back, daozhang!” he calls. “Where are you hiding? I bought you some fresh apples; I thought we could cook them in honey or something, maybe add some sweet wine—”

Xiao Xingchen gazes at him in mute horror through the paperman’s eyes.

It’s him.

That’s Chengmei’s voice. His familiar cheerful, irreverent voice.

But the face—

Xiao Xingchen leaps to his feet, stumbling backwards over the chair and falling in a tangle of limbs to the floor.

Chengmei—not Chengmei—the imposter—is beside him in a moment, apples rolling across the floor and smashed egg oozing from the dropped basket.

“Daozhang!” He lifts him to his feet with his customary combination of gentleness and roughness. “I knew I shouldn’t leave you alone with your head injury!”

Xiao Xingchen’s knees give way. “I’m—I’m—you—”

Chengmei—the imposter—Xue Yang’s—eyes are wide. “What is it?”

“I—you—”

“Lean on me, daozhang. I’ll help you to bed.” Looping Xiao Xingchen’s arm over his shoulder, Xue Yang half-carries him to bed. The paperman is nestled inside Xingchen’s robe, vibrating against his skin. “You just lie there, and I’ll peel you some apples. Perk you up a little. Maybe don’t go to sleep for a bit, I once half-cracked my skull, and I passed out in a ditch, and when I woke up I—”

Xiao Xingchen doesn’t hear the rest of his story. Weak with horror, he stares at Xue Yang as he slices apples at the table, holding the fruit steady with the elbow of his bad arm. 

Bad arm. The arm with the hand that—that—

He hadn’t felt the glove the night before. Xue Yang must have taken it off.

Taken it off when they had—

He rolls over on his side and vomits into the water jug.

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Part 8: Boxed up..

I wake up, pussy glistening with the morning itch thats going to stay longer than Id like, before coming here and becoming a slave I would scratch that itch when I woke up, but now, it just sits there dully, I hear moans and slight gagging coming from the bed, my Master is awake and taking out his morning wood on my sister slaves mouth. Finishing in her throat my Master gets dressed and I hear a knock at the front door, my Master leaves to answer it leaving us both in the room, me locked in my cage and my sister lying on the bed. Returning after some time my Master stands my sister up as she teeters on her toes unsurely, and I am let out of my cage, I crawl up and lick my Masters shoe without thinking, "why did i do that?" I think.

Leading us both downstairs Im greeted with 2 large boxes in the main hallway, paying no attention to my curiosity we are taken to the feeding cocks and we are both set to suck away and get our morning meal while my Master has some bacon and eggs, I barely remember what bacon tastes like but Im sure I like this mixture more. Greeted with the familiar burn in my pussy I know Im in for another fun day, at least I hope as my eyes gaze behind me to the 2 boxes, I have a odd feeling 1 of those boxes are for me.

Hearing my Master open a large box I hear something pulled out and placed behind the box, out of view. Filling up on my cum slush I release the cock and turn to meet my Master, my tongue aiming straight for his shoe again without any control I circle his feet and pull back puzzled. Clearly Im accepting my role as pet… damnit, my Master looking down at me with a smile, “Good Girl” he says and I light up at the sound, actually jumping a little as my ass wiggles, my sister slave now complete with her morning meal turns around and is taken by my Master to the other room, setting her on the treadmill once again she begins to walk on her likely throbbing toes endlessly as my Master turns to me and brings out a Hitachi and sets it on the floor, then gets 3 smart vibes and walks back to my sister, moaning as she feels her pussy lips exposed and part to accept her Masters gifts, her pussy is covered by the latex and my Masters presses a button, to be met by immediate moans of pleasure, only seconds later turn to cries and screams as the toys auto turn off as she nears climaxing, clearly still being punished for yesterday’s orgasms.

Watching carefully as my Master turns the Hitachi on, Im told to sit and stay on it, my clit landing directly on the tip Im brought to the edge and as commanded I stay, pussy desperate to cum but I know better than to cheat and raise up off the vibe, bound as I already am itll be difficult to hold myself over it anyway so why fight it? Watching my Master pull foam and straps out of the boxes Im puzzled by the shape of the foam, I cant make out from 2 rooms away what its supposed to be. Turning to move a small table closer to the boxes, he put a tray with plugs and toys of various sizes as well as many bindings and masks. Walking back to me I watch as Master takes me by my leash and leads me to the TV and sits down, pulling his cock out as he begins to watch his shows, taking my place between his legs I take his cock into my mouth and begin sucking away.

Hearing my sister cry as she walks my Master turns the volume up to drown her out, pushing me back he inserts a vibe inside my pussy and turns it on, squirting juices out instantly as Im pulled back onto his cock to continue sucking, cum flooding down my throat I swallow every drop, and continue to deep throat my Masters cock, as he pushes my head to his base and holds me there, feeling more cum bypass my mouth and empty directly down my throat, swallowing is no longer a option its a way of life now.

Pumping several loads directly down my throat I gag occasionally but he doesnt stop fucking me, till the movie is over. At last Im pushed off my Masters cock as he puts his cock away, I have been on edge for days now, only time my arousal is low is when Im sleeping, hovering right on the edge my toy making short work of my senses as I land there, chemically blocked from having a orgasm, my moans seems endless till a hard smack to my face sends me off balance and I fall on my side, left to right myself my Master goes back to the mystery boxes and continues removing foam mats. Reaching my “feet” I crawl out and watch my sister moan as she walks, the loud buzz coming from her pussy as it visibly spasms under the latex, I can see her lips twitching uncontrollably, shes desperate to cum, and so am I. Smiling to myself I continue watching as she moans and walks in her ballet boots, her toes surely on fire at this point since she cant stop walking. Taking in her predicament I hope I have another chance to make her cum without permission, denying her future orgasms even more, next time I'll make her cum more than twice!

The vibe inside me has remained on high speed this whole time, I highly doubt my sister could hear my vibe through the thick latex and her own moans, I turn and leave her to her slice of hell and I pant, crawling to my Master, I want to feel him inside me, I want him to stir my pussy up with his cock. I lick his shoes and as he looks down to me from the side of the large box as I roll onto my back and present my needy cunt to him. Smiling down at me “Does the little pet need its pussy played with?” he asks, panting and moaning at his question is all I could manage as he rubs my moist slit with his shoe, massaging my desperate pussy as he says “Remember, bad girls dont cum” he says looking to my sister slave, “good girls cant cum” he says as he rubs my clit drawing another moan from my lips, clearly Im the good girl and likely wont be cumming again for quite some time..

Clearly done removing the foam, My Master moves over to my sister, releasing her from the treadmill he leads her to the box, lifting her up he lowers her into the box and begins to strap her down nice and secure. Hearing moans and groans as toys are put into the box, most likely inside her body, they all seem to match the eggs master put in her earlier, clearly ment to torture her holes with more edging, I sigh both from the pleasure my toy is giving me and from the realization that she isnt going to be cumming anytime soon either. Finishing up the restraints my Master puts a foam lined lid on the box, sealing her in, I dont know whats going to happen but it cant be fun for her.

After nailing the box shut Master grabs my leash and moves me to the other box, whatever he did to my sister slave, Im going to find out personally. Lifting me inside Im greeted with a foam wall that moulds to me when I press against it, amazed at the way it does this Im not looking as Master pushes large inserts inside me, nowhere to run in the box I can only moan as Im almost impaled on the toys, moaning louder when Master turns them all on, my ass has a long intruder, worming its way inside me, every inch moving around, my pussy and urethra buzzing harshly and my clit sucked into a cup and surrounded in vibes I would have cum 5 times in a heartbeat were it not for the chemical torturing me.

Laid on my side Im bound to the foam floor, a latex mask is pulled over my face and secured tight, my only source of air being the tube attached, foam pads are pushed between my limbs, propping them open wide, I can only watch as my Master looks at my fear filled eyes. “Were going on a trip to a new home in the countryside, dont want my pets getting hurt in transit now do i?” My Master informs me with a smile, placing more foam over my body, covering me completely in spongy foam, a soft tap signals the severity of my new isolation as that was my Master nailing the lid closed. Im going on a trip, I dont know where it is or how far away Im going, but I dont really have a choice now Im sealed away, my toys teasing me, holding me at the edge of a orgasm I'll only have in my wildest dreams, Im almost scared of the day I do get to cum again.. A new home to cement my new life as a Slave.

[secretsniper2]

Part 8: Boxed up..

I wake up, pussy glistening with the morning itch thats going to stay longer than Id like, before coming here and becoming a slave I would scratch that itch when I woke up, but now, it just sits there dully, I hear moans and slight gagging coming from the bed, my Master is awake and taking out his morning wood on my sister slaves mouth. Finishing in her throat my Master gets dressed and I hear a knock at the front door, my Master leaves to answer it leaving us both in the room, me locked in my cage and my sister lying on the bed. Returning after some time my Master stands my sister up as she teeters on her toes unsurely, and I am let out of my cage, I crawl up and lick my Masters shoe without thinking, "why did i do that?" I think.

Leading us both downstairs Im greeted with 2 large boxes in the main hallway, paying no attention to my curiosity we are taken to the feeding cocks and we are both set to suck away and get our morning meal while my Master has some bacon and eggs, I barely remember what bacon tastes like but Im sure I like this mixture more. Greeted with the familiar burn in my pussy I know Im in for another fun day, at least I hope as my eyes gaze behind me to the 2 boxes, I have a odd feeling 1 of those boxes are for me.

Hearing my Master open a large box I hear something pulled out and placed behind the box, out of view. Filling up on my cum slush I release the cock and turn to meet my Master, my tongue aiming straight for his shoe again without any control I circle his feet and pull back puzzled. Clearly Im accepting my role as pet… damnit, my Master looking down at me with a smile, “Good Girl” he says and I light up at the sound, actually jumping a little as my ass wiggles, my sister slave now complete with her morning meal turns around and is taken by my Master to the other room, setting her on the treadmill once again she begins to walk on her likely throbbing toes endlessly as my Master turns to me and brings out a Hitachi and sets it on the floor, then gets 3 smart vibes and walks back to my sister, moaning as she feels her pussy lips exposed and part to accept her Masters gifts, her pussy is covered by the latex and my Masters presses a button, to be met by immediate moans of pleasure, only seconds later turn to cries and screams as the toys auto turn off as she nears climaxing, clearly still being punished for yesterday’s orgasms.

Watching carefully as my Master turns the Hitachi on, Im told to sit and stay on it, my clit landing directly on the tip Im brought to the edge and as commanded I stay, pussy desperate to cum but I know better than to cheat and raise up off the vibe, bound as I already am itll be difficult to hold myself over it anyway so why fight it? Watching my Master pull foam and straps out of the boxes Im puzzled by the shape of the foam, I cant make out from 2 rooms away what its supposed to be. Turning to move a small table closer to the boxes, he put a tray with plugs and toys of various sizes as well as many bindings and masks. Walking back to me I watch as Master takes me by my leash and leads me to the TV and sits down, pulling his cock out as he begins to watch his shows, taking my place between his legs I take his cock into my mouth and begin sucking away.

Hearing my sister cry as she walks my Master turns the volume up to drown her out, pushing me back he inserts a vibe inside my pussy and turns it on, squirting juices out instantly as Im pulled back onto his cock to continue sucking, cum flooding down my throat I swallow every drop, and continue to deep throat my Masters cock, as he pushes my head to his base and holds me there, feeling more cum bypass my mouth and empty directly down my throat, swallowing is no longer a option its a way of life now.

Pumping several loads directly down my throat I gag occasionally but he doesn't stop fucking me, till the movie is over. At last Im pushed off my Masters cock as he puts his cock away, I have been on edge for days now, only time my arousal is low is when Im sleeping, hovering right on the edge my toy making short work of my senses as I land there, chemically blocked from having a orgasm, my moans seems endless till a hard smack to my face sends me off balance and I fall on my side, left to right myself my Master goes back to the mystery boxes and continues removing foam mats. Reaching my “feet” I crawl out and watch my sister moan as she walks, the loud buzz coming from her pussy as it visibly spasms under the latex, I can see her lips twitching uncontrollably, shes desperate to cum, and so am I. Smiling to myself I continue watching as she moans and walks in her ballet boots, her toes surely on fire at this point since she cant stop walking. Taking in her predicament I hope I have another chance to make her cum without permission, denying her future orgasms even more, next time I'll make her cum more than twice!

The vibe inside me has remained on high speed this whole time, I highly doubt my sister could hear my vibe through the thick latex and her own moans, I turn and leave her to her slice of hell and I pant, crawling to my Master, I want to feel him inside me, I want him to stir my pussy up with his cock. I lick his shoes and as he looks down to me from the side of the large box as I roll onto my back and present my needy cunt to him. Smiling down at me “Does the little pet need its pussy played with?” he asks, panting and moaning at his question is all I could manage as he rubs my moist slit with his shoe, massaging my desperate pussy as he says “Remember, bad girls dont cum” he says looking to my sister slave, “good girls cant cum” he says as he rubs my clit drawing another moan from my lips, clearly Im the good girl and likely wont be cumming again for quite some time..

Clearly done removing the foam, My Master moves over to my sister, releasing her from the treadmill he leads her to the box, lifting her up he lowers her into the box and begins to strap her down nice and secure. Hearing moans and groans as toys are put into the box, most likely inside her body, they all seem to match the eggs master put in her earlier, clearly meant to torture her holes with more edging, I sigh both from the pleasure my toy is giving me and from the realization that she isnt going to be cumming anytime soon either. Finishing up the restraints my Master puts a foam lined lid on the box, sealing her in, I dont know whats going to happen but it cant be fun for her.

After nailing the box shut Master grabs my leash and moves me to the other box, whatever he did to my sister slave, Im going to find out personally. Lifting me inside Im greeted with a foam wall that moulds to me when I press against it, amazed at the way it does this Im not looking as Master pushes large inserts inside me, nowhere to run in the box I can only moan as Im almost impaled on the toys, moaning louder when Master turns them all on, my ass has a long intruder, worming its way inside me, every inch moving around, my pussy and urethra buzzing harshly and my clit sucked into a cup and surrounded in vibes I would have cum 5 times in a heartbeat were it not for the chemical torturing me.

Laid on my side Im bound to the foam floor, a latex mask is pulled over my face and secured tight, my only source of air being the tube attached, foam pads are pushed between my limbs, propping them open wide, I can only watch as my Master looks at my fear filled eyes. “Were going on a trip to a new home in the countryside, dont want my pets getting hurt in transit now do i?” My Master informs me with a smile, placing more foam over my body, covering me completely in spongy foam, a soft tap signals the severity of my new isolation as that was my Master nailing the lid closed. Im going on a trip, I dont know where it is or how far away Im going, but I dont really have a choice now Im sealed away, my toys teasing me, holding me at the edge of a orgasm I'll only have in my wildest dreams, Im almost scared of the day I do get to cum again.. A new home to cement my new life as a Slave.

[serendipityunho]

Be My Guest

× genre: smut × pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (fem.) x Mingi  × word count: 3.8k × warnings: threesome, anal, oral (fem receiving), fingering, light choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, explicit language, use of a vibrator (brief), daddy kink, explicit sex

× synopsis: Did Mingi really lose his keys or was he just tempted to find a way to join in on the fun? Either way, you and Seonghwa weren’t complaining.

☁️: my first time writing a threesome on this smutty blog. don’t fuck when there are guests in the house !!

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Mingi’s desperate calls for refuge was starting to mold in with your life, it wasn’t uncommon for your nights to be interrupted by the repetitive ring of Seonghwa’s cell. 

As much as the two of you were starting to get annoyed at Mingi’s reckless behavior that got him in whatever predicament he was in, you couldn’t decline at his desperation, either way, Mingi wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer any day.

“What did he do this time?” You huffed in annoyance, eyes glued on to the television with a hand sunken into the bowl of popcorn.

“Surprisingly, nothing, he lost his keys and Yunho isn’t back till morning” Seonghwa plops beside you on the couch, running a hand through his hair as he lets his eyes shut. 

“What happened to the spare key? Did he lose that too?” You chuckle, turning your body towards Seonghwa, still munching on your nearly finished bowl of popcorn.

“One after the other, may as well just move in with us officially” Seonghwa sighs before turning his head to you.

“He’s not that bad” 

“Not that bad? Tell me how many times you’ve had to bite into the pillow hm?” A blush crept its way onto your cheeks, instantly knowing where Seonghwa was coming from. 

Sometimes you actually wonder what would happen if Mingi had heard the slightest bit of what was happening through these thin walls of your shared apartment. He wouldn’t come back if he did, right?

“I meant he’s not bad company, I didn’t say he was nice to have in the house”

“I don’t know how Yunho deals with him honestly” Seonghwa shakes his head, slinging an arm over your shoulder as he digs his hand in the bowl of popcorn in front of you.  

It wasn’t long enough before the two of you were startled with a loud bang on the door, mentally rolling your eyes at the unnecessary commotion for attention. Only Mingi would be the one to wake up the entire apartment block with his half-assed “quietness”, he would say. 

“You guys better still be awake! Open the door, it’s cold!” 

“I’ll get it- you can stay” You place a hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder before he could move from the comfortable spot he was in, half-asleep. 

Mingi was right, it was cold, you could feel it the moment your foot missed the slipper and touched the cold floor despite it being carpet, supposedly meant to keep you warm. 

Your sweater paws barely helped you from the cold doorknob as you twisted it open for the impatient boy waiting outside. The cold air of the corridor immediately floods through your door as you pull it open, coming face to face with a shivering Mingi.

“You look warm” You bicker a laugh, watching Mingi hunched over with shoulders high, crossed arms and treading on the spot.

“Oh, you have no idea” Sarcasm dripped from his words as he pushed through the entrance, rushingly jogging over to Seonghwa who was basically passed out under the blankets on the couch.

“You wanna sign the lease while you’re here?” Seonghwa yawned, stretching his arms out to sit up.

“Yes, please. Yunho doesn’t clean after himself-”

“You mean he doesn’t clean after you” You smirked, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Hey! I clean after myself... sometimes” 

“You need to always be cleaning if you want to stay here” Seonghwa sighed, lifting himself from the couch before dragging his feet down the corridor.

“Going to sleep already? Don’t you wanna keep me company?” Mingi faked a hurt expression before breaking into a grin.

“No. I don’t, Mingi. And you’re clothes are sitting on your bed” Seonghwa waved off Mingi before descending to your shared room, leaving you and Mingi behind in the living room.

“I’ll drop you off tomorrow. Seonghwa has work and I heard there’s a big storm-”

“Aw, you care for me. Maybe I should move in” Mingi chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, yeah- I’m going to bed now. If you’re hungry, there are leftovers” You turn your back, leaving Mingi to take care of himself, shuffling down the small corridor to the small crack of your bedroom door.

Seonghwa rests against the board, phone in his hand, thumb swiping up and down. You could hear the subtle click of the door behind you, indicating Mingi had already entered his room, possibly dead asleep once he hit the mattress. 

The bed dipped under your weight as you climbed on, swinging your legs over Seonghwa’s lap and straddling it. His attention immediately switched to you, placing his phone on the nightstand.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t do anything tonight” A playful pout makes its way onto your face as you tug on the collar of Seonghwa’s shirt.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything, baby” Seonghwa chuckles, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“You bought all those to have fun tonight, but now we can’t” 

The small box of sins sat unopened on the desk, waiting for you and Seonghwa’s curious dirty little minds to put the contents into play. Of course, that couldn’t be done with a guest in the house, it’s common courtesy. 

“Who says we can’t? Mingi is a heavy sleeper, I don’t think he’ll wake up to this” A smirk crept its way on to Seonghwa’s lips.

You’ve wanted nothing but to feel heaven between your legs ever since Seonghwa had the captivating idea to add a bundle of toys to his online cart. The choices had you mentally drooling at the thought of Seonghwa using them on you, teasing you perhaps. 

Tonight was the perfect opportunity to put the newly bought toys into play with no distractions of work and other commitments. That was until the boy next room lost his keys.

“Oh, you think so?” Seonghwa’s face was inches away from yours, hands smoothed over your thighs beside him.

“I know so...” Your fingertips trace along his sharp jaw, lifting his chin up to let your lips linger on his. 

Seonghwa’s hands make their way up to your back, pushing you forward, pressing your lips against his soft ones. The way his lips molded with yours was perfect, slow and hungry you couldn’t help but let your hands cup the back of his head, fingers tangling with his hair.

Seonghwa continued drawing his hands over your back before pushing himself forward off the headboard, laying you down as your legs wrap around his waist, lips still hungrily attached and hands now clasped with his above your head.

Soft moans drip from your parted lips as Seonghwa leaves a trail of wet sloppy kisses along your jaw to behind your ear, biting on the lobe before kissing down your neck with a hand already unbuttoning your pajama shirt. One by one, a button popped free, unveiling the soft skin underneath.

The warm air from Seonghwa’s mouth fans over the skin of your chest, making you shift in your spot for more as your nipples grow hard from being hit by the cold air in your room. Seonghwa’s intense gaze only made you wetter by the second, needier. 

His eyes trail away from yours, admiring what’s below them as he takes a hand to your naked breasts, kneading them in circles as a nipple rubs between his fingers. Your eyes roll back, shutting slowly as Seonghwa takes your breast into his mouth, tongue flattening against your nipple before swirling it around in his mouth, removing his mouth with a loud ‘pop’ from your wet nipples.

“Take these off for me, baby” Seonghwa leans back up, hooking a finger underneath the waistband of your shorts, pulling it back before letting it snap against your skin.

“Yes, daddy” You bite your lip, grinning as Seonghwa pries your legs off him, walking closer to the box sitting on your desk. 

You didn’t waste time sliding off the rest of your clothes and throwing them to the floor as if they didn’t mean anything. You could feel how wet your panties were as soon as your head tilted back, seeing Seonghwa rip open the box with his clothes plastered on the seat. 

Seonghwa inspected the smaller packages within the box, coated with vibrant colors and instructions slipping out. You couldn’t help but rub your legs together, stretching your back as you pull your arms above your head. 

The fact that Seonghwa would possibly be ruining you with these toys only made your heart beat faster, feeling exceptionally needier by the second. What made your head spin back again was the sound of a vibrator working. 

“Is that for me, daddy?” Seonghwa holds the small vibrating stick, eyeing it carefully before looking back up to you, smirking devilishly.

“Everything in that box if for you” 

Your panties slowly slide down to your ankles for you to reach them and playfully throw them at Seonghwa, inching his way back to the bed to test out his little toys on your desperate body.

The small vibrator touches your knee as Seonghwa pushes your legs apart once again, standing on his knees as he runs the vibrator from your knees down your inner thigh. Your hips twitch with every second Seonghwa teases your patience with the vibrator.

“Tell me how it feels, baby” A breathy moan escapes from your lips, head tilting back as your eyes shut close. 

Seonghwa finally drags the vibrator to your clit, letting it hover over it before pushing it down, slowly rubbing little circles on it. Your legs threaten to shut close from the euphoric contact but Seonghwa just pushes them further apart, giving him the perfect view of your wet pussy.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good mmhmm give me more, please” Seonghwa absolutely loved the way your face scrunched up in pleasure, pleading him for more. 

Seonghwa shuffles back on his knees, letting his body lower down and leaning his face towards your pussy, blowing his hot breath against your clit before licking your slit. His tongue flattens against your slit before letting his long tongue slip into your hole, still drawing circles on your clit with his vibrator. 

“Ohmygod fuck-” Your walls clench around Seonghwa’s tongue deep in you, sliding in and out before licking your slit with his flattened tongue, brushing your clit. 

Your abdomen tenses as you feel Seonghwa raising the sensitivity of the vibrator, making your back arch off the mattress, arms swinging forward and planting your hands beside you to grip the sheets. You feel Seonghwa’s free hand slide up your thighs to your waist, smoothing up to your breasts. 

“More pleasepleaseplease-” Seonghwa circles the vibrator on your clit faster as he increases the sensitivity once again. 

“Shh, you don’t want Mingi to hear, do you?” You could care less about how loud you were or if Mingi could hear you desperately crying for a cock to be pounded into you. 

“Fuck what Mingi hears, it’s my fucken house” Your voice boomed, hoping Mingi would hear it, sleeping or not.

The possibility of Mingi jacking off to you getting fucked into the mattress was definitely turning you on more than you liked. Just the way he’d silently moan out your name while touching himself was a sight you fantasized to see.

“I don’t think he’ll come back if you keep going, baby” Seonghwa huskily chuckled, pumping himself with the thin coat of his precum.

“Ah fuck then let him hear, goddamnit-” 

Seonghwa smirked widely, rubbing the vibrator on your clit faster and harder as his fingers unwrap around his dick and play with your walls before inserting two digits into your hole, stretching you out for his dick as he pumps them slowly. The bedsheets weren’t enough, making you rely on your breasts, squeezing them as Seonghwa quickens his pumps, juices coating his slim fingers as your body squirms aggressively, approaching your first orgasm of the night. 

“God, how I’ve missed your pretty little cries” 

Seonghwa’s arm tensed, flexing every muscle as his fingers work faster in you with the vibrator stimulating you to an orgasm. You couldn’t help but reach for Seonghwa’s forearm, squeezing it as you feel every bit of flexed muscle as he finger fucks you. Your head pounds hard as inaudible noises fall from your lips, back arching off the mattress as Seonghwa hooks his fingers deep inside you, fucking out the rest of your high.

“Fuckfuck- mmmmnngh god, Mingi!-”  

The moment that name left your mouth, you completely came down from your high, Seonghwa’s fingers still hooked inside you and the sound of the vibrator stopped abruptly. The only noise left was the sound of your hard breathing and possibly the thumping of your heart in your chest.

“W-What was that?” Seonghwa’s eyebrows raised high enough for deep lines to carve into his forehead.

Hottness flushed your face as you realize what just happened. Never did you think fantasizing about Mingi touching himself to you would actually cause you to scream his name. 

“I- um, I didn’t mean to, baby, I swear- Why are you laughing?” 

“Oh my, I didn’t know you were like that” Seonghwa chuckles quietly, hanging his head as he bites his bottom lip.

“Like what?” You sit up from the position you were in and place your hands on Seonghwa’s thighs, who was sitting on his feet.

“You could’ve just told me you wanted Mingi to fuck you” 

Your mouth hangs wide, unable to find a response to the sudden assumption while Seonghwa just wears a sly smirk as he sits back on the mattress, leaning against the headboard as before.

“How about we send him a little message hm?” 

Seonghwa reaches for his phone on the nightstand, swiping the screen as it illuminated his face under the dark. He looks up to you, holding eye contact before looking back down.

“Pose for me, baby” 

You immediately adapt to the sudden predicament, biting down on your lip as you smirk, straightening your body for the camera. You couldn’t help but decide to naturally be a little tease, sitting on your feet with a hand digging between your legs and arm holding up your breasts, covering your nipples.

With the flash of the camera, you knew Mingi would enjoy this, seeing your naked body from his messages with Seonghwa. It turned you on even more, now that you won’t just get to see him touch himself, but fuck you too.

Park Seonghwa: 1 attachment: image

Song Mingi: Hyung, I don’t think you were meant to send that to me...

Park Seonghwa: she screamed your name. Didn’t you hear?

Song Mingi: I don’t know what you’re talking about, hyung.

Park Seonghwa: why don’t you come out and see for yourself.

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Your hand mimicked Seonghwa’s on your throat, tongue sticking out for the final picture to get Mingi knocking on your bedroom door. It wasn’t long later until both your heads snapped to the firm knock on your door. 

“Be a good girl and get that hm?” 

“Yes, daddy” 

You could feel your wetness spreading across your lower region, rubbing against your inner thigh as you strut towards the door, pulling it open. Mingi stumbled back a little, eyes glued to your naked chest, making you smirk as you lean against the door.

“Like what you see, Mingi?” His eyes immediately stagger back up to your playful innocent face, gulping before opening his mouth.

“W-What’s going on?” 

“Aw, you’re nervous, there’s nothing to be nervous about...” You cooed, snaking a hand up to his chest, behind his neck and pulling him closer down to your level.

“I called you, didn’t I? Don’t you want me too?” You whispered in his ear, using your other hand to guide his hand on your ass, squeezing it with him.

“Fuck-” 

You pull away from Mingi, leading him inside the bedroom where Seonghwa was waiting on the bed, watching you two closely. Mingi certainly looks more relaxed than before, who knew one tough-looking guy would stutter in front of a naked girl.

“You’ve been touching yourself, haven’t you? Wishing it was my hands around that hard cock of yours” You start palming Mingi’s clothed dick once you were back onto the bed, standing on your knees and waiting for him to climb on.

“Admit it, Mingi, you’ve been wanting to fuck her pretty little pussy too huh?” Seonghwa buts in, sitting up to land a soft spank on your ass. 

“What’s the matter? Can’t talk? You were talking awfully a lot just before” You hook your fingers under the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down to his ankles.

“Ooh, you don’t wear underwear to sleep” You chuckle slightly, shuffling back towards Seonghwa.

“Less clothes the better” Mingi breathes out.

Seonghwa holds your hips, lifting you onto him, sitting on the area right above his dick. You wrap your fingers around his dick, rolling your hips up and down, coating Seonghwa’s dick with your wetness before raising your hips higher, subtly sliding his dick into your ass, wincing at the new stretch.

“Mmhm fuck, Mingi. What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to fuck me?” 

Your back pressed against Seonghwa’s chest, laying down on him as your legs spread apart, waiting for Mingi to slip between them. Surely Mingi couldn’t decline your offer when you’re spread out in front of him, rubbing your clit as you lightly bounce on Seonghwa’s dick.

“Come on, Mingi, she wants you to fuck her little hole. It’s tight” 

Seonghwa grips your waist, bucking his hips up gently to help you as you desperately wait for Mingi. He stood there, hard dick sprung out, eyeing your pussy like it’s his last meal. 

“Ah fuck you have no idea how badly I wanted this” Mingi pulls his shirt over his head, adding to the pile of clothes fallen to the floor and climbs between your legs. 

“Yeah? Is this why you keep coming over? Because you want to fuck me?” Your voice became higher as Seonghwa began to push his hips harder into you.

“Yes, oh my god, yes-”

“Shut up and kiss me” 

Mingi slams his lips onto yours, cupping your face with one hand as the other grasps your hand on your clit, pushing it aside to let him rub your clit himself. A loud moan breaks your kiss with Mingi as Seonghwa fucks your ass harder.

“Here” You look to the side, seeing Seonghwa holding an aluminum packet by his fingertips towards Mingi. 

“Shit, I almost forgot about that” Mingi takes the packet, bringing it up to his mouth, biting on the edge and sliding it across his mouth, revealing the scrunched up latex.

“How are you feeling, baby? Does daddy make you feel good?” Seonghwa groans in your ear, breathing heavily as he continues to hold out.

“Fuck- daddy makes me feel so fucken good” Your head rolls back onto Seonghwa’s shoulder as he pulls his hands back over your clit, rubbing it as you wait for Mingi’s throbbing dick to enter you.

Mingi rolls the latex over his dick and removes Seonghwa’s hand from your clit before slowly inserting himself into you with a breathy moan, head falling back and a soft ‘fuck’ falls from his lips. 

“Oh fuck, Mingi-”

Your legs were lifted into the air, hooked over Mingi’s shoulders as he holds them in place before moving his hips. The sensation of two dicks penetrating both your holes at the same finally catches up, making your eyes roll back intensely. 

“Nnngh god, you’re so fucken tight ah fuckkk” Mingi slicks back his hair, jaw hanging as he quickens his thrusts into you.

Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, trailing them up to your neck as his hand cup around your breast, rubbing your nipple between his fingers as he starts slamming his hip up faster. You couldn’t control your moans at this point, especially not when Mingi was ramming into you at an incredibly fast speed.

“You like it when I fuck you like this huh? When I let Mingi fuck your tight little pussy?” Seonghwa grunts in your ear, grip on your waist tightening. 

“Oh fuckfuckfuck! Oh my god- yesnnnnghhh I love it, I fucken love itnnnghaaa”

Mingi pants heavily, hips slapping against your gushing wet pussy as he watches you take his cock. Your knees start to bend under his hold, threatening to fall against your body as Mingi relentlessly pounds into you, 

“You’re so fucken wet- ohmygod fuckkkk” Mingi takes his thumb up to his mouth, licking it before bringing it back down between your legs, pressing on your clit and circling it around. 

“Oh fuck pleasepleaseplease I’m gonna cum ohmygod fuck” You were breathing in sharper breaths by the second, breasts bouncing up and down as Mingi thrusts faster, hooking his cock deeper inside you and hitting your spot. 

“Just a little more for me, baby, please” Mingi pleaded. 

“Don’t cum until Mingi does, baby- oh fuck I’m so close” Seonghwa holds your waist, bucking his hips up making you bounce on him as you pull him closer to his own release.

You could feel your own orgasm approaching with Mingi’s thumb rubbing shamelessly at your clit and his girthy cock hitting that spot deep inside your pussy making you convulse around him. Your cries were high-pitched, staggered as you struggle to hold your legs high for Mingi.

“Fuck I can’t ohmygod fuck I can’t, I need to cum-” Your eyes were shut tight, face scrunched from immense pleasure leaving you no choice but to release yourself onto Mingi’s dick. 

The ecstasy-like euphoria courses through you, sending your body twitching on Seonghwa as Mingi continued to fuck your worn out hole while Seonghwa also continues to fuck you until his high is gone. 

“Ahhh fuckkk- Mingi ohmygod fuckfuckfuck!” You subtly hint Mingi to slow down, to let you come down from your high but he keeps going, thrusting his dick faster into you.

Seonghwa’s thrusts grew sloppier by the second, giving you no choice but to clench around both dicks, hoping they’d reach their highs and let you calm down. But only Seonghwa was close enough for that.

His heavy pants filled your ear as you hold his hand on your breast, squeezing them with him as he scatters sloppy wet kisses all over your shoulder and neck with his eyes shut closed, brows deeply furrowed.

“Fuck mmmmnnghhhaa- I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming ohmygod fuckfuckkkk-” You could feel Seonghwa’s hot spurt of cum fill your hole while Mingi kept going, making you run into a small fit from the overdose of stimulation. 

“Mingi- ahhh please cum, oh my god fuck!” You squeeze onto Seonghwa’s arm beside you, holding out for Mingi as tears prick your eyes.

“So close, baby, sososo closemmngh” Mingi lets one leg drop back onto the bed, still holding the other up over his shoulder, kissing your calf as he begins to pant rapidly.

A tear trickles down your cheek as the high never leaves your body. Mingi is still slapping his skin against yours, making you approach another orgasm as you lay back onto Seonghwa, bringing a hand up to grip his hair.

Mingi’s thrusts become sloppier, his panting was also louder followed by his grunts. Your walls clench around his dick once more, making him release a breathy moan.

“Cum with me, baby- ohmygod shitshitshit” The knot from before snaps in the pit of your stomach with Mingi’s hard thrusts, turning your brain into mush as another wave of pleasure flushes through your body making you cry out higher.

You could feel Mingi spurt his release into the latex, milking the rest of his high with a few more hard thrusts before calming down. The only thing you could hear was the loud breathing of all three of you, all coming down from your own highs. 

Mingi took the chance to steal a swift kiss from you before slipping himself out of you, hooking a hand behind your back to help you sit up. You were too worn out to stay seated up, heavily relying on Mingi in front of you for leverage.

“Was that too much?” Mingi asks you with concerning eyes, slight worry written across his face.

“Too much? I’ve done... more” You breathe out, letting Seonghwa lift your body up to remove himself.

“She can take anything, don’t worry” Seonghwa swings his legs over the side of the bed, walking towards the box of toys on the floor and picking it up to place on the table.

“Be honest with me, Mingi. Did you ever think about fucking me before?”

“Every damn night when I come here. I could hear how fucken pretty you sound through the walls and I’ve just wanted to fuck you so badly but all I could do was imagine your hands aronud my dick” 

Seonghwa chuckled at Mingi’s abrupt confession, unexpecting him to answer that without hesitation. 

“Okay now actually be honest with me... Did you lose your keys?”

“No...”

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[crybabytoy59]

My Begging letter P5 6.

After the meal they both drank more wine watching Crybaby on the Tv kissing passionately as there lust for more Dominating took hold Mistress Mummy whispered into her husbands ear while nibbling on his earlobe “Time for us to get back to poor Crybaby she will be ever so pleased to see us Darling” They Both laughed out loud as

Master Daddy playfully swatted his wife’s rear...”Your a Wicked Wicked lady deb’s !”

They headed down the hall to the cupboard opening the secret door as it opened Crying could be heard inside as there new play thing bound to the frame was reciting the recording from the earphones.....They worked silently getting the next things ready for Playtime with “Crybaby”....finally All was set....slowly lowering the sound on the recording they stood waiting knowing sissy’s mind would play tricks on her...this would heighten the drugged state Sissy was in.....Mistress Mummy lent over lifting the headphones off....To the wet urine soaked silk mask bellowing faster....Fuck she loved mind games they made her so very horny !

Babyslave was sobbing again ....as she spoke to sissy “There there Crybaby hush hush now....(she took his nipples teasing them) Hush hush.....Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it listen to my voice just that nothing else matters just my voice...there we go..Clever girlie much better...Now seeing as You have been a good girlie Crybaby we are going to remove your wet mask..would Crybaby like that ? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby 💕a few things then we can get it off You Crybaby”

Master Daddy was already removing the spray nozzle from the face frame, hanging up the tube on the trolly he wheeled it away, Mistress Mummy was removing the wires but left the pads in place for later as they had further plans for them at bedtime.

Lifting the silk hood Crybaby blinked as the lights from the new spotlight shone in her face.....

I was just so pleased to have the wretched urine mask off breathing deeply I was still weeping as Mistress Mummy stroked my cheek with her hand “Such a Clever girlie Crybaby Did you like your recording? (My answer was swift asI knew not to disappoint her..Ga’Ga Mistress Mummy) Clever Baby that’s good as Your Going to hear it each night like a lovely bedtime lullaby Cute...Now Master Daddy & I had a lovely meal & some Nice drinks, Now were all ready to have some More fun with our New Toy...So Open Wide Crybaby!”

As I did Master Daddy put a steel set of surgical mouth openers into my mouth ratcheting them open so I could not close my mouth. Then lifting the two rubber tails from my mouth he slid an oval sponge up them till it was in my mouth it felt dry and hard on my tongue, he then tied a neat bow on the outer bit of the sponge as Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Now Crybaby Cutie this is a Real sponge so when it get wet it Will grow in size to fill Your Cute Baby mouth nicely, Now time to show you something”

Master Daddy had a glass jar inside was green liquid he held it up as Mistress Mummy continued “This Crybaby is what is inside you from the enema, as you were a Clever girlie reciting your “Lullaby” the nasty shocks Baby was receiving were two fold to train You & to do THIS !”

Master Daddy shook the jar & the green liquid turned to jelly !!.....They Both laughed at My shook of horror over what I had just been showed by Master Daddy, she rubbed my tummy “Aww don’t fret Crybaby only two hours left then we can remove your tube ! So yes Cutie Time to continue Your Punishment Crybaby”

As she stepped away from me she lifted a glass jug putting it on a stool she squatted over it & started fulling it with wine fuelled urine a lot of urine I had never seen a girl pee so much ! As she zipped up her leather jodhpurs Master Daddy handed her a glass syringe a large one with a round ball at its end it must have held a pint at least, smiling at me she drew up the warm urine into the syringe, walking over to me as I started whimpering “Now Crybaby You have been sweating & Crying so much we need to keep you hydrated !”

She put it to my lips running it around them as she let someone warm pee enter my mouth suddenly she looked Very Wicked at me ! “No Cutie not here am Afraid....(I was puzzled) Be a good Babyslave” She Push the round tip up my left nostril then slowly pushed the plunger ! The hot pee flowed up my nose coming out the other nostril ! But some was pouring down the back of my throat so I had to swallow, the pee running out of my nose was pooling into my mouth ! She nodded over my shoulder & I felt two fingers open my eye Wide ! As Master Daddy put in surgical eye lid retainers !

I was Crying again Now gurgling Out Goo’Goo.....

Still pushing more in she silenced Me “Quiet Babyslave just behave & let us Finnish up so we can get you out of the frame & then Master Daddy can Put Your Special Diaper On !” As she pushed the last of the pee in she simply refilled the syringe starting over....as I gulped down the pee wondering where my body was putting all I had been fed ?.....I was glad I was a big water drinker or I would have truly struggled......

As she pushed the last of it in the sponge in my mouth had grown so much even if I had wanted to protest it had silenced Me !.....just then I heard Master Daddy unzipping his pants then the sound of him reliving himself !.....Mistress Mummy was beaming ear to ear ! “Crybaby Cutie you lucky girlie more golden nectar Potty girlie !”......

As I looked at this beautiful girl pushing her husbands urine up. My nose Cooing & mocking me, the only thing going trough my mind a s I struggled to swallow was How much I truly wanted to show her my submission a so long held feeling of wanting to be owned for someone just someone to see the true sub in me....As I looked Deep into her eyes I burst out Crying..Not like all the Tears before Big flowing tears..Tears she knew All to well...she simply kissed my forehead “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it Let it All Out....You have waited a long time for this Cutie Eh? (I Nodded) Clever girlie Babyslave Your wait is Over Your Going to serve us both Very Obediently & All our Friends too Crybaby, Now Let’s Get you out the frame & Prepared for the night”.....

Master Daddy will You unfasten Babyslave”

He was already at my face frame unbuckling the strapping As Mistress Mummy Let’s the ratchet straps off, they laid me back down,taking a foot each “ 1..2...3...I squealedas they pulled my sore legs from the binding clamps.

I was now sitting in my Diaper legs out in front of me sobbing as Master Daddy put the frame away, returning with a huge leather bag it had buckles on it This he set down next to me.

Mistress Mummy giggled then spoke “Handies up Crybaby” she removed my wet piss soaked pink maids dress the pvc glistening in the bright lights, it was put in a basket then I was pushed backwards as Master Daddy pulled my legs up in the air Mistress Mummy took off my rubber popper pants then My Diaper tapping the ballon End “Time to have this Out Crying won’t stop us Cutie over the pillows Crybaby” Master Daddy had put two heavy rubber pillows on the floor, so I crawled over them they both giggled “No Baby botty up in the air for us !” I shuffled forward into position “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way..Now spread eagle Cutie!”....I felt the air coming out of the ballon the the strangest feeling of my inners being pulled!

Mistress Mummy slowly pulled the tube through the steel ring this kept the contents of Sissy’s rear inside as the tube was removed lifting the black hollow plug with the stopper inserted she pushed it home to another squeal from sissy, patting sissy’s sore bottom she spoke “over you come crawl to Master Daddy he has your special Diaper for You Cutie”

Master Daddy was at a changing mat it had wine the Pooh characters on it,as I got closer I could see him at the huge leather bag...But it was Not a leather bag! It was a huge Diaper the “Bag” were bondage shorts with lacing at three points just like a corset ! He Patted the mat lay down Crybaby & give Mistress Mummy your leggies up in the air !” She was behind me now & took my ankles I winced as they were still sore....”Ok Crybaby Now you don’t look as tender so Am going to give you a Nice spanking to have You better enjoy your special Diapers!” Thwack ! Thwack !....I was spanked 50 times in total Master Daddy was Very strong this really hurt me !

Still holding my ankles up in the air Mistress Mummy pinned my head between her legs “Keep still Now Baby!” Master Daddy pulled the huge mass under my rear it went high up my back,then he held my Higgins tube up, it was then I realised I was sore down there as I was desperately in need to pee. Shutting the huge front over he zipped up each side pushing the rubber flaps over each other he did up a second zipper then did up the four buckles each side.

Smiling down at me he spoke “Ok sit up Now Crybaby that’s it (Mistress Mummy Let my legs go) Up we come..there we go ! Let’s just take a picture of you Crybaby” He took a picture with his phone laughing to Mistress Mummy “There just so cute on her !”

I was now sitting around 18” off the floor !! Such was the mass of the bulky Diapers, black leather shorts that had a belt at the tummy & a thigh belt just above my knees All three Master Daddy had taken great pleasure over wrenching tightly ! All that was left was The lacing ! They took a rubber tube each Master Daddy tugged his & it came out the top of the pants, I could now feel myself wetting uncontrollably. Mistress Mummy took her tube & put a small oval to it with a button, she then kissed My forehead softly “Clever girlie Crybaby HERE WE GO !!!!”

Pushing the button she laughed then pulled the tube as the small oval plug followed it out the rear of my Diaper. I now felt very strange inside I had not really other than feeling bloated been aware of my Filling but suddenly I was as my tummy started making strange noises?

“Clever girlie Crybaby handies Up in the air Cutie!” She pulled on a baby grow over my head then had me roll on my side to fasten it between my Legs.sitting me back up she smiled WKD at me “Get on All Fours Crybaby Now & Follow us !”....

Master Daddy opened the door as I crawled to it he had the dog chain & lead again “headie up !” He put it on tugging me to his thigh, I was taken up the hallway to a new room as the door opened I could see it was a bedroom with a Very large four poster bed, on the bed were some items ..rope, black pvc wrap, a Hood, a pair of high ballet boots & a posture collar..

Mistress Mummy spoke “Crybaby this is our bedroom as it’s your first nightmare..sorry Night you will sleep with us..Now stand up and hold the bed post Crybaby!”

As I did Master Daddy got one of the ballet boots it was bright pink, inside was a stocking This he lapped up my leg then pushed the boot onto my leg “push in hard Crybaby!” My foot slowly entered the boot it was Very tight ! Mistress Mummy was at my other leg putting on the tights then the boot, they both started tugging the lace binding so Very tightly I was Again whimpering

My tummy was making all sorts of sounds now, this made them both giggle as Mistress Mummy smacked my huge rear “Hurry Now Crybaby lay on the bed Cutie...that’s it ..Now spread your leggies as wide as you can !..Clever girlie Crybaby that’s a good Babyslave” she was cuffing my ankles wide to the bed posts as Master Daddy took my arms suddenly hauling me over the edge of the bed making my legs taught “Over you come Crybaby Headie back ..All the way BACK ! Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it give Mistress Mummy your handies!”

As she took my hands she sat on a stool behind Master Daddy put afoot on the bed frame & pulled me taught!

I was now spread eagle on my back with my head over the edge of the bed, my eyes & mouth held open by the retaining clamps! As Master Daddy was now undoing the bow at my gag sponge slowly sliding it Out he adjusted the mouth ratchet two more clicks....It was theI gave a moan Thea whimper....

Mistress Mummy tugged my arms “Don’t YOU FUCKING Dare go yet we WILL tell YOU when CRYBABY !!!”....

Master Daddy took out his member lining it up with my mouth me slowly slid into my mouth short strokes at first the. Longer Deeper strokes as he did

Mistress Mummy giggled “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it Make Master Daddy feel Good....Tell me Crybaby Do You need to go poopies..do you ?...well if you sing your lullaby WE WILL LET YOU GO POOPIES !”

Wwwwaahhhhh wwaaahhh wwwaahhhh “Clever girlie Crybaby Push Hard shot for brains !”

As I let loose the huge load time after time I felt Master Daddy tense up pulling back he came hard into my mouth! There was so much of it as he did he barked at me “Crybaby don’t You Dare Swallow a Single Drop !!” He lifted the sponge pushing it up the rubber laces tied a knot again as My evacuation continued Mistress Mummy Let My handies Go “Put your handies behind your headie & Dont move them Crybaby!!”

Master Daddy was taking the cuffs off my feet...”Up you get Crybaby....Up Now !” Sitting Up in such a big nappy was not easy, as I got up Mistress Mummy was at one of the bed posts, Master Daddy hand to support me in The ballet boots as I couldn’t walk in them “Back against the pole Crybaby..UP straight !' Mistress Mummy started binding my feet to the bed post tightly! As I looked forward There was a Full mirrored wall ! I could now see myself Pink ballet boots pink lace tights up to the huge black leather shorts over them was a Baby Grow this had strawberries all over it at its chest was a white frilly heart with the words in pink on a white background CRYBABY!!!”

Indeed I was Crying....Crying hard with hot come in my mouth soaking into the wet pissy sponge as Master Daddy held up the arm  binder behind me MIstress Mummy barked “Handies behind you Crybaby Fuck Toy !”

Master Daddy pulled it on tightly putting the strapping over my shoulders holding it firmly in place he set a rope to the eyelet at its end pulling my arms upwards till I whimpered.....she looked at me as the chest belt tightly tugged pushing the tail through the loop she kissed my forehead again...

“Now Crybaby girlie don’t Go any where as am Afraid We are not done YET ..almost BUT NOT QUITE !!!”......