#jamil smut

[3cremepie3]

The creamery pt 1.

Synopsis - Where or would the Twst boys would cream in/on you? Feat. Scarabia

Warnings - cremepies, unprotected sex, facials, possessiveness, breeding kinks, mentions of pregnancy, dollifaction, degradation

A/n - a quick series while I figure out he future of this blog.

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Jamil would cream on you for sure. He loved painting your face after a praise session. The many “good boys,” and “you’re doing so good baby,” went straight to his already throbbing cock. You had a way with words which sent the man of few words crazy.

He buckled into your tight grip not able to contain himself. “Fuck feels so god damn,” he spewed. His curses fell on to deaf ears. Which is what he loved about you. You would take anything he gave you while still being the loving obedient doll you were.

“Do you feel good,” you teased. Of course, you already knew the answer but you needed to hear it from him. “Don’t ask me stupid questions bitch just keep pumping me,” he demanded. “Yes sir,” you chirped. You licked your lips at his angry expression not having a care in the world.

Your free hand went to feel up on his abs made by his years of dancing. How’d you score a guy like him you’d wonder. While he thought the same as he groaned loudly enough to fill the hallway nearby. “How’d I get a slut so willing to let me paint her face?” Must’ve been a miracle,” you answered tongue open awaiting his seed.

You snuck even further down on your knees so he could shoot at you more easily. Your grip faltered on his hard cock letting it bob itself up and down into an orgasm. “That’s right better not swallow it either.” I’m not,” you spoke with your tongue out.

He watched fascinated as your features were painted in his seed. His breathing calmed but his cock never did still hard and leaking at his claiming of you.

Kalim would cream inside of you. The king of irresponsibility why would he ever remember to bring a condom? And even if he did why would he use one? He's an Al Asim a family of a practically breeding farm. He could always add to that with you.

He had enough money to keep a family afloat and you were truly in love. But fuck all those fake reasons the true reason was that he loved creamepie’ing you. The feeling of your pussy gripping down on him as his cum drowned your wound was one he would never recover from.

Especially when you would call out to him so sweetly. “Kalim!” You would exclaim back arching into his sweaty body. He would grab your waist pushing you even further into him. Your lips would crash into his needing something to grab onto since he was pushing your body up. You would take his breath away until he collapsed on top of you.

“Sorry love you just felt too good,” he would smile into the crook of your neck. It was already late since he came in you so you guys would go on and on fucking late into the night until Jamil banged on his door telling you to sleep.

[jamil-s-wifey]

Hello :3 Can I get a long scenario with my dearest Jamil?

I really love him so much >///< so here is my scenario, I hope you can accept

Jamil got sick and has a fever. MC stayed beside him and nursed him for 3 days without blinking and finally he recovered. He started to remember her care during his illness after his fever dropped. And when he woke up, MC hugged him tightly. A bit long, huh? 😅 I would be happy with little NSFW, not gonna lie.

Well hello there, fellow Jamil enthusiast~ It has certainly been a hot minute, hasn't it? It is my utmost pleasure to present you with the *long-awaited* scenario at hand! A bit of NSFW, some heart-warming fluff and Jamil finally getting a GODDAMN break, coming right up! It's not full on NSFW, just a lil bit, as requested, I don't know why it turned out like that- still, I hope this is good! (Tbh, it fits the scenario)

P.S. This hit close to home, I used to be a very sickly child and I still catch all sorta sicknesses a lot easier than normal people. So, what he will experience here is all based on very PERSONAL and very SALTY experience. 🙃

"What am I gonna do with you? You can't keep pushing yourself so much!" You murmured, pressing a cold cloth to Jamil's forehead as he slept soundly.

.......

Jamil hated being sick. Pretty normal right? Everybody hates being sick.

But to Jamil, sickness meant pushing through and continuing with his chores, regardless of his wellbeing. Imagine cooking above a hot stove with a high temperature. Can't be pleasant, can it?

But even the hardest stones could crack under enough force - such is the way the world works. It was towards the end of the day, as Jamil was preparing Kalim's dinner, when he felt his body give out under him. All day he'd been going around with a fever, he felt as if his own body was rotting on the inside, screaming at him to stop and have a break. His eyes were watery and felt as though they were burning in his eye sockets.

He couldn't even reach a chair to sit, before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor - too dizzy and too weak. Rarely did he ever get this sick, but this time it was bad. He moved to a more comfortable position and remained like that, trying to gather enough strength to get some medicine..... He most certainly didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, too tired to move, nor did he hear Kalim's worried voice when he found him on the floor in the kitchen.

And Kalim? Kalim was terrified! Quickly he called on his dorm members to move him to his room and immediately called you, crying on the phone, worried that Jamil might never wake up. (That's not how colds work, Kalim-) Worried about Jamil, you immediately rushed to the Scarabia dorm, medicine in hand.

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And now here you are, in the present, taking extensive care of your near delirious not-quite-boyfriend-but-kinda-love-interest. He'd occasionally wake up and exchange barely audible pleasantries with you, drink his "extra healthy and full of good stuff" chicken soup (whatever that was supposed to entail) and then fall back into slumber. His fever has gone down drastically, but the utter exhaustion left in its wake has kept him bedridden. Apparently it was a seasonal fever, which just so happened to hit Jamil, who in turn chose to ignore it in the beginning.

You'd taken the liberty to remain situated in his room for about three days.

Day one was the worst - high fever, clattering teeth and a sleepless night to boot. You'd change his shirt every time he'd drench it in sweat whilst fighting off the fever. You'd switch up the cloth every time it lost its cooling effect, you'd remained by his side the entire time, least he needed something anything at all.

"Once you get better, I'm so gonna yell at you for not taking better care of yourself.... You're lucky I love you." You'd mumbled, barely audible in the quiet of the room as he slept.

Day two was better - he slept through most of it and you could in turn prepare some soup, as well as cover most of his chores, get a pass from the teachers AND even leave him some of your notes for when he recovers. (Look at you go! He'd better propose imo)

Now, on day three he was evidently much healthier. Finally he gave up trying to get out of bed, and instead lay resting, drinking his medicine, feeling utterly pampered by you.

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"How long have you...been here?" You seemed pretty tired in his eyes. The moment you heard his voice you immediately threw yourself gently on him, gently crushing his bones in a hug.

"A while." You responded, face buried in his chest. In reality, you hadn't had a proper night of sleep in about 3 days. You DID sleep, Kalim even prepared a guest bedroom, but you chose to remain next to Jamil for most of the time. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You didn't have to do all this, you know? You could've get sick too."

"I could've, but I haven't. For somebody with such a keen eye and monstrous deliberation, you really don't know how to take care of yourself properly." You quipped back, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

"As, so I'm being reprimanded now." His gaze softened. "Thank you....for taking care of me these last few days... I've forgotten what it's like to not have to worry or do anything... I feel like I've slept a lifetime... I don't know how I could possibly return the favour."

You can't stay mad at him. He knows it, you know it. Hell, even the Great Seven know it.

"Return it by recovering completely."

He chose not to continue the conversation. He knew arguing was pointless.

"You know, while I was sleeping, or trying to, I was mostly aware of what was happening around me." He began, pushing himself up, in a sitting position. "When you'd quietly hum to yourself, or cuss when you couldn't find something..."

"Ah- well, did you now? Sorry if you had a difficult time falling asleep because of me. " you felt your cheeks warm up a bit.

"No no, please. It's fine. You've taken such good care of me. I just... couldn't help but hear something, which perhaps I wasn't meant to."

He reached out, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Something about you loving me?"

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Nope, all that heat in your cheeks? Gone. Now it was just coldness and dread.

He saw your frazzled state and chuckled. "I guess I'm really lucky, to have you to take *such* good care of me, huh."

He leaned in, but stopped just centimetres away.

"I shouldn't."

You heart dropped even lower, if that was even possible.

"I could get you sick.~" There was a lilt to his voice, but his eyes showed concern.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" you leaned in, smashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you towards him.

Naturally, you moved to sit in his lap, his hands moving to your waist.

"Your feelings are returned, for the record." He mumbled in between heated kisses. The more heated the kisses became, the more his hands would wander until-

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. Skillfully he unbuttoned the first few buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your neck and collarbones. "I think I have a way of returning the favour. You took such good care of me, I think it's my turn~"

His attention moved to your neck, leaving heated languid kisses and playful bites on your skin. His hand trailed down to spread your legs, moving between them. Every single touch of his was intoxicating. Pretty quickly your shirt was thrown on the floor, the supple flesh underneath - covered in hickeys.

"Are you not going to undress as well? Or should I do that for you?" you asked, breathless, yet teasing in manner. Well. As teasing as one could get, given how achingly turned on you were. "Like you didn't have more than enough time to appreciate the view, during these last few days." he teased right back, but his hands moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He practically purred, fingers gliding over your stomach, gently trailing lower and lower.

"Of course, you can tell me to stop anytime."

"I don't want you to."

"As you wish, my dear. Then I'll make sure to indulge, taking, tasting, touching every single part of you. "

[angelltheninth]

How about a morning sex drabble with Jamil and number 74?

This is the second Jamil ask I've gotten so might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Pairing: Jamil Viper x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, morning sex, pussyjob, edging, dick riding, creampie, praise

A/N: The first Jamil ask I got wasn't specific at all so why not do them both in one?

74. “That’s a nice way to start a day.”

"Quite the sight to wake up to." You heard Jamil chuckle behind you, practically hearing the smirk in his voice. It didn't deter you from your mission, reliving him of his morning wood the best way you knew how. You didn't always use your pussy for this, only when he'd been really nice to you the day before.

The day before he had helped you study for an exam you feel back on, ironically because Jamil insisted on the two of you spending more time together, which cut into both of yours study time. Somehow you suspected that he planned it out. All the dates, the smiles, the kissing, the fucking, the soft bed of pillows he dragged you to every night, it seemed too perfect.

But if he did plan something he sure had a way to make up for it, and so did you. "Stop messing with my studies and you could have this every morning." You threw him a glance over your shoulder, meeting his grey eyes. Jamil smacked your ass with both hands, kneading the soft, bouncy flesh under his palms, causing you to cry out.

"That's a nice way to start a day. I might need to think about your offer. Let's see, keep teasing you..." His hand moved to your hips instead, guiding them to a slow roll. You arched your back at the sudden change in rhythm, feeling your orgasm taken away from you so easily. So was his, he was hard before you even hopped on his cock, he wanted to come just as much of not more then you did, "...or get this sweet cunt milking my cock every morning?"

"Jamil, I'll make the choice for you is you don't let me move!" No way were you letting his teasing get in the way of your orgasm.

"No need for that. I already have my answer." Being as smug as he was he put his hands behind his head and raised your chin at you, "Care to guess what it is?" You were not going to dignify that with a reply. All you needed to do was to start moving again, letting your hips and legs do the work, your ass smacking against his abs until you felt his balls empty themselves inside of your spasming walls.

[tswhiisftteedr]

Memories ☆ One Shot

☆Merchant Husband!Jamil Viper x Fem!Yuu!Reader x Merchant Husband!Kalim Al-Asim:

After your student career at NCR, Crowley had yet to find you a way to bring you back to your world. But that didn’t matter anymore, you had by now found yourself a new home in Twisted Wonderland. A family of your own, two wonderful husbands and children. But despite always moving forward, it is sometimes nice to look back to sweet moments of the past..

Warnings: Mature Content, Swearing/Explicit Language, Reader gets called slutty one time but the rest is loving and fluffy. Not Proofread. READER & THE GUYS ARE ABOVE AGE AND MARRIED KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE ENGAGING.

Based on this ask:

So could you do a One-Short of Jamil x F!Reader x Kalim? In which the three, now adults and married, both rulers of Scalding Sands, after a day of work and putting the children to bed (Aisha the eldest, daughter of Jamil and Y/n, and Omar, son of Kalim and Y/n), Y/n was organizing the things when he finds a photo album from the time when the three of them studied at NRC, so the three of them start to remember from the time they met, to the moment they got married (while having flashbacks of those moments), remembering all the good and bad times they had, and at the end they have an intimate moment, let's say... 👉🏻👌🏻, if you know what I mean😏

I kept imagining Kalim and Y/n laughing at Jamil, when they went to Scalding Sands for the fireworks festival, where they heard several embarrassing stories from him, including one (I made this one up) where when Jamil and Kalim met, Jamil mistook Kalim for a girl and was all in love about him

Notes: Since the al asim are a long line of wealthy merchans but not royals, I didn’t make them rulers(as in sultans) but high in the the contries hierarchy. Also I don’t know if I actually like that one, I’m not sure this fic is that good, sorry if you don’t like it.

Author Note: I have 15+ other request to work on after this one but I also have to study. About 5 are twst and rest are Hazbin hotel. I have gotten sub!vox x Succubus reader, zestmilla and a Velvette x autistic reader request, but those don’t follow my rules. Though I think I might do the Velvette one, because I hadn’t put in my rules that: I don’t think I have the writing abilities to fulfill a request like that one, when it was sent out. But I’m still not sure, it’s a maybe type of situation, anyways that’s me and my life. Lol anyways enjoy!

☆ more under the cut. ☆

It had been a long, tiring day, so much to do, and you swore to yourself more than once that you were surrounded by incompetent idiots. Being the wife of an old money merchant and a brilliant new money one was a difficult task, you were constantly on your feet, ordering around, signing off on shipments, formulating contracts and making phone calls.

Despite the discomfort and exhaustion that hard work brought you, it was inevitable that you would grow accustomed to it. Reminiscing no more about the world you had left behind, the scalding sands were your home, with your two husbands and your children.

Aisha and Omar, the light of your day. The sunshine they brought into any room they entered, that always made you smile.

Aisha resembled Jamil so much that no one could question where she had gotten her traits from, always calculating and good at keeping her emotions in check, she was truly the responsible elder daughter. Though, same could be said for Omar and Kalim. The two of them were like pees in a pot, the times they would fall to their endeavours you couldn’t help but wondered if one of them was really an adult.

But at last it was time for your little sunshines to go to bed, they had school tomorrow and you didn't want them to be sleepy in class. So after saying goodbye to their Nanny, Mrs.Miriam, you tucked them in. Sweet fairy tales and gentle lullabies to hold their hands on their journey to dreamland.

As you step out of the children’s bedroom you could help but notice the door to the storage room was croaked open, ‘must have been the kids’ you assume. After all, Aisha loved to wear your old dresses, even if they didn't fit. And have a tea party in them with her brother, Omar probably wore one of Jamil's many business suits, he loved to look professional during these play dates, even though the big fabric made him look somewhat ridiculous.

You stepped in to make sure everything was tidy, but much to your expectation and disappointment, the children had left the room a mess.

At that moment, you sincerely asked yourself why you didn't have a maid, ‘you were rich, so why were you the one who had to clean up?’ But no reason to lament on it for too long, being pissy wouldn’t clean the room.

So you reluctantly began to reorganize the chamber, despite your tired state. While doing so, you coincidentally happen to stumble onto a fancy-looking box, a rather large one at that. It had an inscription carved into it, 'Memories'. And upon opening it, you had discovered about 5 or so photo albums. Three of them belonged exclusively to Kalim and Jamil, one was dedicated to the three of you and the last one was just NRC memories in general.

Opening the album filled with shared emotions brought a delightful wave of nostalgia to your heart. Swiftly completing the room cleaning, you carried the box to the living room, eager to reminisce about high school days and enjoy glimpses of your husband's past.

After about 30 minutes of reviewing the photo albums, you had only reached halfway through the NCR one when you heard the sound of keys opening the front door.

Focusing on the voices, you recognized your husbands, you had been eagerly anticipated their return. Myriam had only prepared food for the children, so you had patiently waited for Jamil to arrive and treat you to his delicious cooking.

As the two men entered, shedding coats and shoes, you overheard Kalim sharing a laugh about his workday. At least one of you three found joy in the challenges of being successful merchants.

“Well hello there, what's a lovely lady like yourself doing all alone tonight?” Jamil greeted, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and planting a kiss on the crook of your neck.

‘Such a flirt,’ you mused to yourself, even after years of marriage, he still seized every opportunity to hit on you—an aspect not everyone would expect given his usual demeanor. “Nothing too special, my good sir. Just indulging in the pleasure of walking down memory lane,” you replied, gesturing to the open photo album on your lap.

"Mhm, I see," he responds, while your other husband explores the elegant box. Pulling out one of the albums that you didn't contribute to, he opens it and flips to the first page. Sporting a broad grin, he exclaims, "Man, this brings me back!"

After giving a glance at which album Kalim had chosen, Jamil nods in agreement. "Sure does, though I did hate you when those pictures were taken."

"That's so mean, Jamil!" Kalim protests.

"What can I say? You were quite the annoying and demanding kid. I'm glad Omar didn't completely take after you with that one." He sneakers and Kalim whines as a responds. Though it ends with both of them lightly laughing.

It's true that Jamil and Kalim once had a conflicting relationship, but after working through their dynamics, they became good friends and, subsequently, lovers.

It all began as a sort of love triangle after the winter break of your first and their second year. Kalim confessed to Jamil that he had fallen for you, not realizing that Jamil had been harboring feelings for you for quite some time. But instead of brushing off his emotions for the sake of the Al-Asim family as he had previously done, Jamil candidly admitted to Kalim that he also liked you and wouldn't back down just because Kalim felt the same.

A friendly competition ensued, as they vied for your attention by outdoing each other whenever you were present. ‘You had trouble with a certain topic in class? Jamil would help you out.’ (1 point for Jamil). ‘You wanted new stationary because the ones Crowley had provided were on their last lives, Kalim would get them for you, gold or silver encrusted? Your pick.’ (1 point for Kalim). And so on.

However, it did happen that the ever-clumsy Kalim would unintentionally disrupted Jamil's plans, such as on the before Halloween night. Jamil had prepared meticulously to ask you to the Halloween dance, crafting a special gift.

With the assisted by the ‘unexpectedly benevolent at that moment’ Professor Crewel, he concocted a bouquet of everlasting sparkling flowers. Perfecting the potion applied to the plants, creating a handcrafted card, and embroidering a sweet message on the ribbon that would tie it all up, took considerable time. Considering his responsibilities as vice housewarden, club duties, and student work, he may or may not have sacrificed a significant amount of sleep for those flowers, but despite the sleepless nights that took some toll on his health, he believed it was worth it for the girl he loved. Because ‘Hey, what’s a couple hours of missed beauty sleep when we’re taking about making happy the future love of you life!’

Everything was set to be flawless – he was impeccably dressed in his uniform, almost done with his hair, just a bouquet delivery away from asking you out. ‘Simple, right?’

However, what Jamil hadn't anticipated was that, despite Kalim growing up surrounded by gold and precious gems, he still acted like a magpie drawn to anything shiny. Walking through the scarabia hallways, Kalim noticed the slightly ajar door to Jamil's room and, feeling the urge to close it, approached. ‘He didn’t want people going in to his friend jamil’s room with his consent!’ after all.

Though, his concern for people entering Jamil's room without his agreement didn't seem to extend to himself. After seeing light reflect on something through the door’s opening, he entered, consequently spotting the beautiful sparkling bouquet on the vice housewarden's desk and couldn't resist getting a closer look.

As Jamil returned to the room, Kalim, in a reflex, hid the flowers behind himself to cover the fact that he had touched something he shouldn't have.

Obviously, Jamil immediately noticed the bouquet behind the white-haired boy; with around 100 flowers, it couldn't be easily concealed. As he was about to ask for the flowers, Jamil took a noticed to something in peculiar – Kalim was remarkably close to the desk, espagnol with the flowers behind his back. That's when it dawned on him: Kalim was currently crushing the flowers.

Seizing Kalim by the shoulder and reclaiming the flowers, Jamil couldn't help but observe the crushed petals that now marred the majority of the bouquet. As Kalim acknowledged the dire state of the plants, he looked at Jamil with a face full of guilt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to get a better look, and then you surprised me-" Kalim began.

"Oh, so now it's my fault? My fault you came into my room without asking, and it's my fault you touched something that didn't belong to you? Do you even know what these were for? I worked so hard to make them look that way! But now they're ruined!" Jamil emphasized, throwing the bouquet on the ground.

Now grabbing Kalim by his collar, Jamil continued, "They were for me to ask Y/N to the dance. I spent so much time trying to make them look perfect, something you wouldn't understand since you probably would've just bought something instead of taking the time to make it. You just ruin everything. Shit, you make me so fucking angry!"

The sudden yank on Kalim's collar caused him to stumble backward, landing on the edge of the desk, his legs still firmly planted on the ground. He yelped softly in surprise as he felt Jamil's breath hot against his neck, and a shiver ran down his spine at the combination of anger and... something else? Maybe it was just the closeness that made him tremble.

"L-Look I’m sorry," he managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "Please forgive Jamil, I-I didn’t mean too."

However, Jamil's grip tightened further, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Their faces were mere centimeters apart now, and Jamil's eyes bore into Kalim's like daggers. Despite his rage, there was an underlying heat burning brightly in his eyes, threatening to consume both of them.

Without warning, Jamil leaned forward, crushing their lips together full of madness. His tongue forced its way past Kalim's surprised lips, seeking entry into his mouth. His hands moved up to cup Kalim's face, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss.

Finally breaking the kiss, “What the hell,”Tsk, “Shit! I don’t know what came over me, I was just so mad and-“ Jamil began rambling but is cut off when an audibles “fuck” came out of Kamil’s lips.

“Did you just say fuck?” Jamil question,

“You just kissed me and that’s what you’re worried about!” Kalim retorts.

“You’re right, sorry, I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about this and never speak of it a-“ Jamil starts again,

“Wanna do it again?” Kalim cuts off once more.

Meanwhile you patiently waited at the location Jamil had texted you, but after 45 minutes of silence and Jamil not responding to your texts, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You weren't about to get stood up, no matter how pretty the motherfucker was. Heading straight to Scarabia ready for any excuse or so you thought. What you didn't anticipate was walking into both of your crushes making out on Jamil's bed.

They were so absorbed in each other that they hadn't noticed your presence in the room. To break their entrancement, you casually remarked, "Hot." Seeing the two guys you admire in appearance and personality, kissing and grabbing at each other was an undeniably attractive sight.

However, that your words did break their moment. Pulling away, Jamil spoke from under Kalim, "Um, hey, how's it going, Y/N?"

"Don't 'Y/N' me, Jamil. You texted me to meet you in front of the Seven's statues because you had something important to tell me. Then you don't show up and ignore all my texts. Now, if you want to continue your make-out session with Kalim, I'd suggest you promptly spit out what you wanted to tell me," you sternly replied, perhaps a bit too harsh. Despite your initial reaction, you quickly faced the reality that if they liked each other, you couldn't be with either of them and that hurt you. Or so you thought until their next words.

"Oh, well, the thing was that I wanted to ask you to the dance, but the bouquet I made for you kinda went south," he said, looking at the smushed gift on the floor. Following his gaze, you discovered the beautifully sparkling yet crushed flowers at your feet.

"So wait—why are you making out with Kalim if you were going to ask me out? I get the idea of going as friends, but the bouquet is a bit over the top for situations like that." You point out.

"No, it's not. Shit, it's hard to explain," he paused and collected himself, with Kalim now seated beside him.

"So, what happened is that I was going to ask you out as my date, in a romantic type of way. But Kalim accidentally ruined my gift, and that got me so angry, then we kind of just started making out. So I guess I also like Kalim in addition to you," Jamil explained.

"I'm confused as fuck... so let me get this clear, you like me, but you also like Kalim, and he's okay with it," you remarked.

"Yeah, I mean, I also like you. So it's kinda better if he also does," Kalim replied.

"Wait— You also like me?" you questioned.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I know this is sort of really weird, and it's totally fine if you don't reciprocate our feelings. I totally get it. You are in no obligation to do so," Jamil says to you.

"You're right, I'm not obligated to do so," you paused, making their hearts stop. The rollercoaster of emotions from anger and anxiety to hot and bother to finally feeling rejected was a bit too much to handle in such a short amount of time. But your next words brought peace to their hearts and minds. "But, would it be weird if I were to admit that I also liked the two of you?"

"At this point, not at all," Jamil replied.

"So is it okay if I join your make-out sesh?" you asked.

"Of course!" Kalim exclaimed, grabbing your wrist and, consequently, throwing you onto the bed with the two of them.

And that's how the three of you began your relationship.

Now back to the present,

The three of you had migrated to your Shaftland(Alaskan) king-sized bed, with you positioned between the two. You were all in pyjamas by now, you in shorts and a t-shirt. Currently, you were flipping through the album Kalim had picked up.

"Oh, and this was the first picture we took after I realized you were a guy," Kalim said, pointing at a photo of the two of them studying as children.

"Wait, you thought Jamil was a girl?" you questioned.

"Well, I did at first. He was really pretty as a kid and had nice long hair, though, I guess he still is," he said with a giggle. You looked at your other husband for confirmation, half-expecting Kalim to be playfully trying to confuse you. However, Jamil nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, apparently he did for the longest time. We got introduced at four, and during the span of 6 years, he thought I was a chick," he explained.

“So how did he find out you weren't?" you asked.

"One day, he dragged me out in the rain to play a game of ball. I tried to tell him that we couldn't, but he wouldn't budge. After about half an hour, I finally convinced him to come back in to avoid both of us getting a cold. I had prepared a bath for both of us to use, but, of course, it had to be kept a secret. I couldn't let anyone know I might have let Kalim get sick. So once the bath was ready, I began to strip. My shirt was halfway off when he started rambling about taking responsibility as the honorable son of the Al-Asim family and marrying me after seeing me indecently. I just stared at him for a couple of minutes, in shock, and then corrected him about my gender. The looks he gave me were like I had just turned his whole world upside down," Jamil explained.

"Well, it felt like you did back then," Kalim commented with a huff.

"I guess props to Kalim for wanting to do the 'decent thing' and marry you," you said with a snicker.

"Ha, ha, really funny," Jamil replied sarcastically.

"In the end, it did happen, though," Kalim said, somewhat of a marvel in his eyes.

"True, maybe 10-year-old Kalim had fortune-telling abilities. You never know," you said.

"For some reason, I strongly doubt that," Jamil retorted.

You soon turned to the album filled with pictures of the three of you. As you examined the images, a hint of insecurity crept in.

"I wish I still looked like that, being 16 and beautiful," you expressed, but that didn't sit well with your husbands, not at all.

"Babes, what are you talking about! You're literally so beautiful, like really beautiful. I mean it," Kalim reassured.

"Yes, he's right. You’ll always be gorgeous," agreed Jamil, wrapping his arm around your frame.

"And besides, nobody could ever compare to you," added Kalim with a wink.

Your face gets warmer at their compliments, feeling a little better but still you couldn't shake off the nagging doubt in your mind. You knew they meant well, but sometimes it was hard not to compare yourself to your younger self or to other woman in general.

"Thanks you two, really, I appreciate it," you managed to say softly, trying to sound more confident than you actually were.

Kalim leaned in closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck and whispering hot breath against your sensitive skin. "I love how you smell so sweet," he muttered before trailing kisses down your neckline, leaving marks along the way.

Jamil followed suit, nipping at your earlobes and sucking lightly on them before moving downwards towards your cleavage. His hands traced slow circles around your waist, teasingly brushing against your sensitive flesh.

You gasp softly, arching your back into their touch, unable to resist their advances. Your heart raced faster than usual, thumping wildly against your chest as anticipation built up inside of you.

You felt your shorts being unfastened one by one, exposing your body to your husband’s hungry gazes. You closed your eyes, savoring the anticipation building up inside. Your breath hitched as you felt Kalim's warm fingertips teasingly tracing along your thighs, brushing against against sensitive flesh before dipping slightly lower towards your wet panties.

Lifting your shirt, his tongue traced circles around your nipples, sucking and licking each one until they stood erect and hardened.

Jamil's hands moved higher up your body, cupping your breasts in his large palms, massaging them roughly yet tenderly. His thumb played with your nipples, teasing them mercilessly while his lips found yours, claiming their own passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled together, exploring every crevice of each other's mouths as he continued to fondle your chest.

As things escalated further, both men began to undress themselves, revealing their cocks straining against their boxers. You could feel your pussy growing increasingly hotter and more lubricated at the sight of their hardened members, yearning for the moment they would finally fuck you. You moaned, your voice trembling with desire and need.

Kalim moved between your legs, spreading them wider apart before leaning down to nibble on your sensitive inner thighs. His hot breath fanned across your wet pussy lips, making goosebumps rise on your sensitive skin. "I want to taste you," he croaked against your panties, his hands gripping tightly onto your thighs. He did become ‘pushy’ then his usual self when it came to sex.

Before you could respond, he yanked down your underwear, exposing your pussy to his hungry mouth. He groaned deeply, savoring the scent of your arousal filling his nose. His tongue darted out, tracing slow circles around your entrance before exploring your hole, lapping up every drop of your dripping arousal. You cried out in pleasure, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over your.

Jamil stop you momentarily to change the position, now under you, with your back against his chest, hands spreading your thighs, his member now pressing against your entrance. With one swift motion, he thrust himself inside her tight hole, stretching her walls wide open. You gasped at the feeling, meanwhile Kalim returned to devouring your pretty pussy.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," Kalim muttered hoarsely between licks and sucks, his tongue darting in and out of your wet entrance. His fingers continued to tease your sensitive spots, finding just the right rhythm to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Jamil grunted deeply, thrusting faster now, his cock stretching your tight channel even further, filling you up completely. He reached down to play with one of your nipples, pinching it gently before twisting it roughly. "That's it, take all of me, my slutty little wife"

Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as they both relentlessly attacked every inch of your body. Your walls clamped tightly around Jamil's cock, milking him for more while you ended up squirting onto Kalim's face. The mixed flavors of their combined arousal only served to fuel their lustful hunger.

“Oh god, yes," you moaned, your voice breaking with pleasure. You felt so full, yet so empty at the same time. Your pussy clenched tightly around his thick shaft, milking him as he began to move faster and harder, slamming into your core repeatedly. Meanwhile Kalim had broke away to focus on his own erection, soon placing himself in your mouth and facefucking you. You didn’t protest, he had been so good to you, ‘so why not let him have his fun?’

"Shit, you’re so beautiful Y/N," stated Jamil, his hips moving in sync with Kalim's thrusting rhythm. You could feel yourself nearing orgasm once more, your body trembling in anticipation of release.

"Fuck, ‘it’s to much!" you cried out against your husband’s cock, though it came out as a mumble, in addition your voice was already hoarse from their passionate lovemaking. Your pleasing noises only served to fuel their lust even more, pushing them closer to climax together. You and Jamil being the first to finish, he slightly thrusted into to ride out your high.

Kalim was watching the two of you like a hawk, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he relished in the sounds you made. He soon reached his own breaking point, moving back to his original position to finish on your pussy and stomach.

After a couple minutes of heavy breathing,

"This was fantastic," Kalim remarks between breaths.

"Yeah, it was. By the way, are you still taking the pill?" Jamil asks, turning to face you.

"Oh, no. I forgot I was on a break from it," you say, a bit alarmed.

"Well, looks like Aisha and Omar might have some potential siblings on the way," Kalim says with a giggle.

"Ha ha, real funny," you respond sarcastically.

"I mean, it's not that bad of an idea," Jamil suggests.

"Okay, less thinking about more kids, and more thinking of showering now. I am beat and sweaty," you say.

"Yes, ma'am," the two of them say in unison.

And that’s how your night ended.

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ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ: ☠︎︎ ☠︎︎ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ғᴇsᴛ!! ☠︎︎ ☠︎︎

༒ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ sᴛᴏʀᴇ! ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ, ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɴᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ!

༒ — This Event is gonna be about twst characters only! This isn’t going to be a normal kinktober event where it’s just kinks, there’s going to be a lot of actual monsters involved like demons and cryptids and such.

⚠︎︎— This event will have a lot of dark content, so if you are not comfortable with it, do not read. All of these scenarios are entirely a work of fiction.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ғɪʟᴍs ɪɴ sᴛᴏᴄᴋ!

༒— ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ.. ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 6ᴛʜ // ᴄᴀʀɴᴇᴠɪʟ ᴏғ sɪɴ! ғᴛ. ᴀᴄᴇ & ᴅᴇᴜᴄᴇ

༒— ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ.. ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 10ᴛʜ // ʙᴀᴋᴇʀʏ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ғᴛ. ᴛʀᴇʏ & ᴄᴀᴛᴇʀ

༒— ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ.. ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 13ᴛʜ // ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴏғ ᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴏʀᴇs! ғᴛ. ᴊᴀᴅᴇ & ғʟᴏʏᴅ

༒— ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ.. ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 17ᴛʜ // sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇs ᴏғ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ! ғᴛ. ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ & ᴀᴢᴜʟ

༒— ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ.. ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 20ᴛʜ // ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs! ғᴛ. ᴋᴀʟɪᴍ & ᴊᴀᴍɪʟ

༒— ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ.. ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 25ᴛʜ // ᴄʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʟᴛ! ғᴛ. ᴠɪʟ & ʀᴏᴏᴋ

༒— ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ.. ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 31sᴛ // ᴄʟᴀᴡs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢs! ғᴛ. ʟᴇᴏɴᴀ & ᴍᴀʟʟᴇᴜs

Taglist: @k4sumis0u, @kalims-pessimist-bestie, @crystal-freak24

[xoxo-greed]

an: This story is for an anon who I cant figure out how the fuck i turn your question into anonymous so I hope you see this :3 for any other people who want to ask anonymously, make sure to put your ask as anon, it doesnt matter to me :D enjoy

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huff, huff -Is thats heard when you and Jamil ran to the private little tower during the fest. Lights brighting up the sky with colors and shapes, as he grabs your hand, whispering into your ear. You giggle, seeing his phone blast with messages.

“Let me guess, Ace is blowing up your phone?” You ask him, he laughs. “Yes, he keeps asking me where we are.”

You both laugh, your bodies so close together. “Y/N, I have so much planned for tonight.”

“I’m so glad we got some alone time together.” Is whats heard, before your mouth is filled with the taste of his tongue, sloppy kisses as you sit on his lap, finger intertwined together.

Feel as the pit of your stomach burns with a familiar feeling, just to cause a wet spot on your underwear to become visible. Jamil pulls you closer. “One time, just one time before I have to go back to my duties.” He begs, subconsciously, you say yes.

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One thrusts, two, or three.

Jamil’s phone is blasting with messages from Kalim and your friends, but he’s too busy looking at your face, pressed onto the nicely made wall, one finger from one hand in your tight hole, another on your soft clit. Your eyes are in the back of your head, delicious wet and sloppy sounds fill the room. So close, oh so close is what your mind is telling you, although you don’t process the thought out and about, lust clouding mind and judgement.

“Hang in there, were not in the best part yet.”

[cvlutos]

“Together”

| 02.01.23 | 1.0K | Rated Mature |

Jamil Viper X Fem!Reader

Characters 18+ | Fluff | Smut | Intimate | Body Worship | Vanilla | Gentle | Jamil speaking Arabic | Proceed with Caution, Beloved. |

T.Manor.Notes: I did promise you some Jamil smut, Ellie. @merotwst Also. Writing smut is so damn hard.

“You're mine in a way of no other. None shall compare to the love that you and I create.” — Unknown.

His hands are warm, firm against your skin, leaning in close. His breath fanning across the side of your neck, sending tingles, fast and hot, down your spine. Your legs ache from sitting on them, and your hands clutch the fabric of your black skirt, digging your teeth into your lips. He remains unbothered, tilting his head to the side, eyes grazing along your face, before landing on your lips. It feels like an eternity, before he leans in close, one hand pressed firmly on the oak coffee table, holding him up.

His eyes so unreadable, before he strikes. Forcing a muffled gasp from you, his lips warm and dizzying, and your hands move on their own, wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his shirt. His chest flush against yours, slowly lowering you into the multitude of soft pillows. He pulls away, and you heave your air as he leans over you, his hair cascading over his shoulders and tickling your face. He doesn’t make an effort to move, simply watching you slowly fall apart from a mere kiss. There’s a flicker of amusement as you shift. Waiting. Wanting. Begging. He knows how desperately you want him. He’s almost daring you. Daring you to move first, to take what you want. To want him unapologetically.

Your voice comes out as a whisper, barely audible, yet you know he heard you. You know he did. He always does.

Your name is like honey upon his lips. Potent. Sweet. Intoxicating. Overwhelming. He emits your honeyed name in a whisper. Charcoal gray eyes staring into your half-lidded ones. Hazy and focused. Sweat decorated your skin, hair strands sticking to your forehead, and in disarray against the different colored pillows. The man above you, far more put together, his black hair remained perfect in a ponytail, his brown lips in a small smile, holding your wrists, as you lay beneath him.

“Give me your everything.”

He spoke slowly, teasingly, as he gradually rocked his hips, watching your back arch, giving him a chance to slip an arm around your waist, allowing him to slide deeper as his cock kissed the exact soft that had you unraveling. A soft groan leaves his lips. You take him easily, your legs hanging off his hips. The man can’t help but let out a breathy laugh, not one of malice, but one of utter devotion.

”حبيبي. انظر إليَّ.“

He stops his leisure movements, shifting his warm hold until you're gently laying on the pile of blankets and pillows. He moves from you, warm hands gently massaging your hips. Watching your try and shift your hips, whining at the loss of motion.

“..Jamil..” A whine slips past your lips as you roll your head to the side, gazing at him with half-lidded eyes. You mumble out incoherent complaints, hips blindly rolling against the man above him. He once again forces you to stop, giving you a disapproving look. “Why did you stop…?”

“I wish to marvel your face, Love. I can’t do so when you contort your face in such a way.” Jamil’s hand gently entwined with yours, bringing your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on yours, his gaze never breaking from your face.

“I entirely wish to love you,”

He pulls his hands away from yours, placing them on either side of you, his fingers gliding over your collarbone. Before trailing down the valley of your breasts, thumbs grazing over your firm nipples, listening to your breath hitch.

“Every part of you.” He gently takes your hardened buds between his index and thumb, gently twisting them. Watching you turn your head to the side, softly moaning his name. “سأفعل أي شيء من أجلك... Tell me.”

His breath is hot against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine. He wraps his lips around your soft mound, gently sucking, while his other hand glides down to your dripping cunt. His middle and ring finger slowly circle your sensitive bud. Every so gently rocking his lips, dragging your length against your tight walls.

He feels your hands slide over him, pulling at his shirt, mumbling under your breath. He pulls away from your chest, slightly tilting his head, watching you sit up, whimpering at the feeling of his cock as you shift to sit on his thighs. Fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, placing a wet kiss against his neck, as his arms wrap loosely around your waist, hands gently cupping your ass.

”خذ وقتك ... لن أذهب إلى أي مكان.“

His voice is teasing, letting you remove his shirt as he moves to sit comfortably, letting out a low groan as he feels you clench around him. “What shall I do next?” His hands move to your hips, drawing circles in your skin with his thumbs. You bury your head in his neck. He knows what you want, he always does.

He lifts his hips, urging you to bounce on his cock. There are few moments in your life when you see Jamil fall apart, to fall at the hands of his own plans. For being unable to withstand the things he causes. With your hands gripping his shoulders and his teeth digging into his bottom lip, listening to the squelching sounds of you riding him, gripping him like a vice. Pupils blown as he rolls his head to the side, fighting back a groan. You whine out his name, mumbling how you're close, so close.

Wrapping his arms around you, resting his forehead against your chest, letting out a hot gasp-breath-like breath. Nails digging into your skin, his thrusts turning uncoordinated and desperate. He squeezes his eyes closed. You’re mine in a way of no other—

Feeling you gush around him, a high-pitch cry sending shocks down his spine, his body acting on its own as he cums. Shooting his seed deep inside, painting your walls. None shall compare to the love that you and I create.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[mobbu-min]

Smut request incoming! Jamil is exhausted from parenting Kalim, so what better way to relax than to have some steamy time with his s/o in the bath 🛁? requested by anon!

a/n this is my first ever smut fix, so things might be wonky??? anyways, its pretty short but im proud of it regardless :D jamil needs some serious loving

!tw! NSFW(18+), aged up jamil obvi, gn!reader, sub!jamil, softdom!reader, praise, overstimulation

"so pretty. you're doing so well, my pretty jamil,"

jamil groaned, clutching onto your hips tightly. his whole body ached and burned. his stress building and building until it burst. an euphoric feeling crashing into him.

your hands held him delicately, combing away his pretty strands of dark hair from his slim features. you hummed in delight at his dazed onyx eyes. he was so beautiful, down right stunning. water droplets cascading down his cheeks like tears of pleasure.

orgasm after orgasms racked jamil's body from your hips moving against his. his hard cock pulsing within you. every movement of your hips made him gasp and moan. your hands on his chest grounding him to reality.

leaning over, you placed a chaste kiss to his plump lips. tilting his head up, he opened his mouth to grant you access. letting you gain full dominance over him. tongues moving in harmony.

pulling away, you smiled fondly at his lustful expression. pride blooming across your chest. moving yourself closer, you hummed at jamil's whine and placed your bare chest against his. kissing all over his face, you said softly, "why don't we get another one, huh? i know you can do it, mi amor~"

[jd-loves-fiction]

i saw u're accepting requests (＾∇＾)ﾉ♪

do u write for jamil viper (twst)? disregard this if no. but if yes, can u write (nsfw) jamil using his unique magic on his fem!s/o (w/ consent ofc). also include cock warming pls.

thanks!!

🌑 👀ooh i was waiting for this if I'm honest :) hope it's to your liking ❤️

⚠ hypnosis kink (Jamil’s UM), dumbification, I went off with the dirty talk tbh, mean dom!Jamil, cockwarming, penetrative sex tho i don't specify beyond that, degradation, master kink, a bitch skipped foreplay again.

[21:36] "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely?"

"Jamil." You call to him sternly, hands on his shoulders in hopes of reassuring him that you're ready.

"I'm just making sure." He reasons, "Alright, here we go."

"The one reflected in your eyes is your master. If I ask, you shall answer me; if I command it, you shall bow your head to me. Snake Whisper." Jamil's words are soft, inviting your mind into a haze as your eyes turn to ruby.

"Good, now, take off your clothes. Slowly." He steps away from your lightly swaying body to lay back on the bed, closely observing your movements as you obey his order.

Jamil takes a moment to look over your naked body, enjoying the sight of you, uncovered and unable to shyly cover yourself like usual, "Beautiful."

You watch the scene through hazy lenses, unbelievably aroused and embarrassed in equal parts, but the unfiltered love and lust in Jamil's eyes makes you feel a little better about your exposure.

"Come, sit on my lap, my love." His hand stretches out in your direction, beckoning your foggy mind forward.

You do so easily, finding comfort upon his strong thighs, but feeling unsatisfied by the fact that they’re still covered, though you can’t do much about it. Beyond squirm, that is.

“Oh?” His lips curl upwards in amusement, hands settling on your hips, digging into your flesh to keep you still, "Stop moving."

He hums, pleased by you stopping your movements in a second. The power quickly rushes both to his head and down south; the knowledge that you're helpless to go against his orders stirs something deep within him, hesitation thrown to the wind.

"So sweet, so helpless," his soft, delicate fingers trail down your face, sharp eyes following, "Ride me, love."

Without the ability to interpret his instruction, your hips press down against his clothed bulge; riding him, yes, but not exactly as he'd intended.

"Aww, helpless and dumb? What am I going to do with you, my love?" His fingers form a collar back around your throat but your actions don't stop. "Do you need me to hold your hand through every little thing?"

Jamil's tone sends shivers down your spine, his words make you even wetter, slick dripping all over his lap despite how mean they sound. "You like that, don't you?"

"Y-Yes, master. I like it." In the moment you're thankful for Jamil's magic, your answer is simple but at least it's not missing like it would've been without it. The truth is, your mind is completely blank without his orders to fill it.

"I know you do, but i want you to do it properly. So help me undress and sit on my cock." You barely nod before doing as he orders, quickly, eagerly, before taking him inside with no preparation whatsoever, a decision you might later come to regret. But at the moment, it only serves to further drive you up the wall, emptying your mind if any coherent thoughts and switching them out for Jamil's cruel but tantalizing words.

"Stop." He says suddenly, eyes sparkling with fascination as your mind counters your body's urge to move. All he needs is one word, and you stop. One word and you speak. One word and you let yourself go completely, no shame to hold you back and that makes him shiver.

"Stay, love. Sit right there and look pretty for me." Long fingers grasp your chin, turning your vacant gaze towards him, observing your features, this time leisurely, with no rush.

Your limbs tremble with the need to move once more, but it's as if snakes coil around you to hold you back, hold you down, with Jamil's will.

"Master, please..." Your voice is weak, soft and shaky, and it tugs at your master's heartstrings.

"Should've ordered you to speak only when spoken to," he comments, "or perhaps not. I do like how pathetic you sound when you plead like this."

"Fine, you can move. But you have to do all the work yourself. Go on, fuck yourself on my cock for me." Once again he sits back to enjoy the show you put on upon his command.

The expressions on your face, the way your body moves, so desperate and so quick to reach the high you seek, drive him close to the edge, holding tightly onto the his carefully protected power by resisting the urge to help you (and himself) along.

But nonetheless, with or without his help, you get there, tongue hanging out if your mouth, pupils like hearts on his face as you get oh so close.

"Master, may I? Please..."

Jamil's eyes narrow, patience snapping like a frail twig, before he take you by the waist and lays you don't beneath him, finishing the job you started.

"Almost there aren't you? So am I, hold on a little longer for me, petal." His words are careful as always, but they shake under the pressure provided by his own lust and love for you. The nickname almost breaks his own spell along with his current mental instability brought around by the feeling of your walls around him, tightening, fluttering.

Such a sweet name feels almost out of place within your clouded mind, filled with harsh orders and demands. And yet, it serves to remind you that this is Jamil, your sweet Jamil who calls you sweet nicknames like 'petal' and cooks you your favorite meals when you most needs them.

The knowledge of it is what really drives you off the edge of the cliff, Jamil's following with the lock of your lips into a wet, sloppy, desperate kiss.

"Jamil," you breathe as you come down from your high, the spell has worn off, has disappeared, the haze over your eyes has dissipated and the cloud over your mind have lifted.

You breathe deeply, greedily, feeling as if you've just been yanked out from under water, finally able to see your lover fully without a filter.

His eyes come up to yours as his forehead rests against yours, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great," you giggle, hands around Jamil's face, "thank you, master."

[3cremepie3]

Slither 2

Synopsis - Jamil and you continue your relations which stim from blackmail and manipulation.

A/n - Read part one for more context. Pls reblog if you enjoyed and finally read my tags please this fic is heavier then other I wrote.

Warnings - drugs, intoxication, objectification, manipulation, unprotected sex, saliva, sadism, sir kink, harsh language, degradation, slapping, oxygen play

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“Ahh fuck,” he groaned. Jamil was currently painting your face for what you felt like was the thousandth time. To put it frankly you were tired of it. You had sucked his cock plenty to the point where you were starting to enjoy it.

You were left all dirty like a slut but you weren’t being used like one. Jamil had plenty to blackmail you with. He could have you do anything. If he wanted you to service someone else you would. But he hadn’t made a second move yet. And you he was as slippery as a snake so you were scared to put it frankly. You looked back up at him by now he was done cumming and his eyes were no longer a gape.

So you stared at him he had given you a set of rules not to break. But staring was not a part of them. “What are you looking at me for like what you see,” he smirked. “Of course, I get to see the real you like this, not the fake one that passes me in the hallways.”

“Not the fake one that cooks for me whenever I come and hang with Kalim. But the one that calls me what I am when you cum down my throat.” So you’re telling me that you’re enjoying this,” he asked.

“I’m more than enjoying it.” By now your shyness was slipping away your embarrassment gone with it. “Jamil i need more than your dick in my mouth. I need you.” He was silent for a moment before opening his mouth to respond.

“JAMIL WHERE ON YOU I THINK SOMETHING IS ON FIRE!!” You heard Kalim scream his name. Jamil’s soft expression shifted to a panicked one. “We’ll continue this later Y/n.” He blurted out while fixing himself.

You sighed still kneeling in the closet. You used your sleeve to wipe the cum and tears off your face. One good thing about the fire was the fact that you were able to slip out without notice.

You walked to the mirror chamber and then back home where you got a good rest. Grim slept on top of your head. He kept tossing and turning probably having some kind of nightmare. It was enough to wake you up completely. For a while you sat in bed trying to sleep again.

But sleep didn’t come to you even after counting sheep. So you decided to go smoke. You had gotten your hands on a surprisingly rare thing on campus weed. Ace had some leftovers that he had to get rid of before Riddle found out. So he gave it to you now you had the perfect thing to take your mind off today. You sat on your back steps taking a couple of drags. You closed your eyes inhaling in the air.

You haven’t smoked since you came from Earth This felt so good nothing could ruin the moment or so you thought. Your eyes opened to Jamil standing in front of you. If the weed hadn’t relaxed your senses you would’ve screamed. “When did you get here,” you asked. “A minute ago you probably didn’t hear me since my footsteps are silenced.” Sorry, I had to run out earlier the kitchen was on fire,” he explained.

“Yeah, it’s okay I believe you.” And I have an answer for you Y/n but you may not like it.” Really what is it, Jamil?” You stopped smoking and he grabbed your joint from you. “I need to smoke before saying it let me take off some of the edge.” He sat down next to you taking a couple of puffs you watched as he formed shapes in the air. Even a little heart which amazed you. “ I thought you were innocent how do you know how to smoke so well?”

“I’ve been doing it since forever how else will I deal with Kalim?” Ha right about that,” you laughed. “But hey my joint is getting low can I have it back?” No,” he replied. “We can share.”

“How are we gonna do that if you’re hogging it?” Just shut up and open your mouth.” Huh,” you wondered. You were confused so you didn’t listen. He leaned in closer his hand gripping your jaw open. His mouth blew smoke into yours and you instantly inhaled it.

For some reason, you felt much higher now than a second ago your eyes barely able to stay open. They fluttered open quickly when the gap between you Jamil and the smoke was closed. You couldn’t believe it he was kissing you after a month of no contact with anything but his dick.

His tongue invaded your mouth that was slightly agape from shock. He broke apart from you a string of drool from your dopey mouth hanging. “I’ve been holding that back for so long, he groaned.

“Can you do that again? Your ask was his command this time you leaned forward after taking a drag. Your hands rested on his chest and his shoulder while one of his trailed down your back.

Your eyes watched as the smoke disappeared. The joint was practically over but you never wanted it to end. You guys kissed one last time before the remainder of the joint was gone. You froze for a minute staring back at him.

“Y/n let’s finish this in my room.” What do you mean by finishing Jamil? Because these past times haven’t been finishing for me.” I mean that we can go all the way Y/n if you’d like.”

“Of course, I’d like to.” You sat up reaching your hand down to him and he grabbed yours. You guys walked to Scarabia with your arms linked. You were glad for his support because you were starting to get dizzy.

“Wow, that kush was strong. I feel like I can fall asleep right here,” you yawned. “We’re close to home stay up.” Mmkay.” After what felt like forever you arrived at Scarabia. You snuck in through the vault and into Jamil’s room.

You had never been in there before but as you suspected it was clean. You collapsed on the bed the relaxation taking over your sleepy eyes. Jamil looked back at you after locking his door shocked to see you already asleep.

“We’ll look who can’t handle their joint.” He laughed while stripping your layers of clothing off. He did the same to himself before he got down on his knees for the first time. He spread your legs and slipped in between them your legs now resting on his shoulders. “Hmm, so this is the cunt I’ve seen all over your Twitter. It looks even needier in person look at it dripping. And all from a little kiss too you’re pathetic,” he snickered.

If you were fully conscious you would protest but you were on cloud nine. Your body reacted at the slightest touch so when Jamil’s tongue slid up your thigh you quivered.

When his tongue reached your clit giving you the relief you’ve been begging for weeks you shook. He was precise in his attack eating you as he had already pre-examined your body. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head pulling his pretty nose into your clit.

Your impatient body ground against it chasing your high. You felt like you were going at a thousand miles an hour. You wanted to treat Jamil the same way he treated you. But to your surprise, your drug-filled mind was tricking you.

You were moving slowly in Jamils point of view. “I find your desperation cute you just can’t control yourself huh? Don’t worry I’ll control this pussy for you.” His hands gripped your legs into a mating press so he could have better access.

“Jamil!” You moaned as he spit a fat glob of saliva on your pussy. Your eyes closed on themselves and squeezed together as you began your ecstasy. He began to practically make out with your pussy. Your toes curled as he sucked on your heat. “So how does it feel now that your dreams are becoming a reality Y/n?” It feels sogoood! Fuck.” You yelled as he continued while never letting any of your juices escape his tongue.

Tonight he wanted all of you so why would he waste your perfect whore juices? “Mmm right there.” You directed his head closer to your throbbing hole. It needed to be filled before it overflowed.

But your inexperience caused your theory to fail you still came even with his tongue inside of you. His movement back in forth caused you to cum harder than you ever did before. After your orgasm, you were left speechless. But Jamil’s tongue had a lot to say.

He continued to eat you until you came over and over. You quickly lost count due to them being so frequent. “Fuck,” you screamed. “You better shut up unless you want everyone to know how much of a whore you are.”

“I would love that honestly as long as they know who’s making me feel like this,” you teased. Jamil’s cheeks heated up he didn’t know how others would feel if he stepped out of his great image.

He was too busy with you to focus on your volume. He watched as you bit your lip to refrain from your moans. “Look at you,” he cooed. “Melting into my hands like you should be.” I wonder what’ll happen if I do this?”

He inserted two fingers in your dripping wetness. You arched your back in surprise. He used that as an opportunity to slip his hand behind you. Now you sat on his lap your legs were spread and your head was on his shoulder.

His fingers worked on stretching out your insides. While his other hand grazed your nipples. Your body pressed closer into his. “Good, I can reach you better that way.” He pulled you into a kiss which felt even more suffocating than your forced orgasm.

“I’m cumming again,” you squeaked. “Shouldn’t you thank me for making you feel so good?” Yes, thank you, sir! Ahh, I feel so good fuck. I’m gonna mmm!” I’m that instant you spilled all over Jamil. He hit your sweet spot just right.

“Thank you, sir, thank you so much,” you chanted. That’s my perfect girl cumming just for me.” You kissed his neck as a thank you for his praise. “Wow even after all that you still want my dick. You’re insatiable.”

“Yes I need you, Jamil,” you whined. “Okay get in the bed ass up.” You followed his commands getting on all fours and arching your back. His hand crept up your spine and then around your neck. He didn’t start and he still had a vice grip on you.

“Are you ready for me?” He asked while lining up with your hole. You looked back after feeling his cock twitch. “You don’t have a condom?” No why would I need that don’t you want to feel me? All of me Y/n?”

“I mean of course I do but what if?” There’s no what ifs don’t worry I’ll pull out.” Your feelings were not reassured but he just felt so good rubbing against your clit. He looked too good to stop in the moment his cheeky smile didn’t need to disappear.

Your smile left your face as he stretched you out. You cried out as you stuffed your face in the pillows. “Damn, your so tight fuck are you bleeding?” It’s okay it’ll all feel good soon.” You heaved his grip on your neck remaining.

After what felt like forever he bottomed out inside of you. His balls dragged across your clit with each slow thrust. The bed shook as he put his weight into each movement. The sound of harsh slapping began to echo throughout the room.

His free hand grabbed your ass cheek and spread it. He spit which rolled down to your broken-in hole. “Jamil it hurts,” you groaned through the pillows. “But you were just so cock hungry what happened. Look at you all bark no bite,” he chuckled.

“I guess I’ll be nice even though you’re just a fuckhole.” He pulled you up by your neck onto his chest so he could hold you close. His free hand went to rub your aching clit. He sped up his pace he still was going slow but now he was taking such painful drags with his cock. Maybe he wasn't as sadistic as you thought.

“How are you gonna tell me not to cum in you if you’re grilling me like you can never let go?” He breathed heavily in your ear. You could tell by his sound and expression that he was feeling the pleasure you were. “Is it like you talked about on Twitter Y/n, he asked.” No Jamil your way softer than my Twitter doms I would’ve already been a brainless mess with them.”

“Who’s to say I can’t make that happen?” I doubt it your natural ability is to nurture,” you teased. “I’m tired of everyone putting that caring shit on me.” He slapped your face firmly. “You dirty fucking whore did you just get tighter,” he questioned.

You wanted to hide your face in your hands but he slapped those away. “You especially should know how far I can go,” He whispered.” Now say sorry.” He demanded slapping you again.

“I’m sorry sir,” you moaned. “That’s right dirty bitch now take my cock like you fucking should.” His arm locked your legs into a mating press. “Don’t you wanna be my cum rag Y/n? Your pussy isn’t letting me go.”

“What if - mmff,” you groaned before getting slapped repeatedly. “ I think you meant yes sir. You should be appreciative I’m touching you or do you want to go back to being my human throat sucker?” Your brain was melting you should never let him treat you like this but damn it’s like he had a power that caused you to act a certain way.

“Yes sir cum in me please fill me up I need all of you even your semen.” Jamil was close you could tell because of your cut-off of oxygen. His hand was still around your throat this time it wrapped around tighter. Instinctively you tightened up against him causing his cum to flood in you.

He continued to thrust inside of you through his high. You watched in your own blissful last breath as his eyes rolled back. What a beautiful sight you saw before you fainted with so much pleasure.

“Oh come on I wasn’t that brutal.”

[bigratsdeservebigpats]

Doing a lil funnies

So I’ve decided to make a series with the overblotters and of course its smut who do you take me for-

but not REGULAR smut, nooo, It’s kinks based off their last name, because just choosing a kink is too easy and also I fucking love wordplay

I’ll be linking them here like a little masterlist as I do them too.

- Riddle Rosehearts? More like Riddle RockHard

- Leona Kingscholar? More like Leona KinbakuShibari 

- Azul Ashengrotto? More like Azul AssN’Frottage

- Jamil Viper? More like Jamil Vibrator

- Vil Shoenheit? More like Vil ShowersN’Head

- Idia Shroud? More like Idia Sound

- Malleus Draconia? More like Malleus Dacryphillia

You can so tell where I was grasping at straws omg

[dior-and-dietcoke]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎

YANDERE!JAMIL + BIMBO!READER

18+, NONCON/DUBCON, hypnosis kink, jealousy, cheating (?), corruption kink, misogyny, jamil Talks a lot abt purity, slapping, degradation, rough sex, switch!jamil, multiple orgasms, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

Jamil was already sick of kalim, but now hes got a crush on YOU?! you of all people..and then you even go on a date with kalim. No, no he won't have it.

Jamil couldn't take it anymore, this happened before..but..this is different.

He was sick of being kalims slave and being seen as less his whole life but now the woman he likes is also choosing kalim over him. This isnt fair, its just not fair.

You were supposed to be HIS. He always helped you with everything, he spent more time with you than kalim for godssake! How could kalim even think of asking you out on a date?! He should have known that jamil was deeply in love with you! Why does he keep ruining things for him?!

Jamil was sick at the thought of the two of you laughing together, holding hands or even worse, kissing!

He had to fight the urge to throw up while cooking FOR YOUR DATE NO LESS

everytime the thought of jamil losing you to his rival made him want to kill kalim with his bare hands, jamil hated the thought. But soon enough he got an idea..

Thinking back to when you 'adored' him when he overblotted, was his favourite thing to think about but that made him remember..

He could just control you.

Yes, yes of course! How didn't he think of this sooner?!

As soon as your dinner with kalim was over (which was pure torture for jamil by the way. Except for the way you looked, that was heaven) He was suppossed to escort you out, and that was the perfect time for him to hypnotize you, and keep you as his own~

While you were talking about how good his cooking was (which he could listen to All day, if he didn't have something important to do with you right now) he stopped and hissed

"Jami? Oh dear! Is everything okay?" There it is..that cute nickname you got for him..you might not be the brightest, like kalim, but that was different. You were an angel, and kalim is a Thorn in jamils eye.

"Ah..no, no..it's just something in my eye.." he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his eye. Yes he used that old trick, but it worked on you.

you looked at him worried and walked up to the tall man "noo~ lemme see! Maybe i can help.." jamil smirked and as you took his hand away from his eye and looked at him he took the oportunity to use his spell on you.

You realized what was happening as your head started hurting, just like the first time you met him! "J-jami?! Wh-what are you.." you trailed off and got quiet as a little drool already threatened to drip from your plump lip

It made jamil laugh evily and put his Hand on your cheek afterwards "who am i to you, my love?" He asked caressing your cheek and holding your waist with his other hand "my dear master.." you smiled completely out of your mind, just how jamil liked you. Hearing you calling him Master just did it for him, you made him feel sinful feelings all the time but..now its even worse.

"good girl..what else am i, dear?" He asked, his face inching closer to you "you're the best man i have ever met..it would be an honor to become your loyal wife and bear your children.."

Fuck

This was all he ever wanted to hear! He couldn't help himself anymore.

Jamil suddenly pushed you up against the golden wall of the hall way to roughly kiss you, he fucking hoped kalim would come into the hallway to see you getting kissed so lewdly by his supposed 'friend', and your beautiful hands clinging onto him, pushing him closer to you.

Jamil broke the kiss with a heavy gasp "i want you, my dear..do you want me too?" His index finger ran across your jaw as a smirk grew larger and larger of his handsome face.

"I want you so bad, master." You suddenly began grinding your hips against his thigh and so jamil just grunted and had to suck in a deep breath before grabbing your hand and running off to his room with you.

After he shut the door he grabbed you by the throat and pushed you onto his bed "who do you love the most?" He asked, his breath hitting your pretty face.

"I love you, master! I always did!" You said, swinging your legs around his waist and pulling him closer to you. You looked so beautiful tonight, you always do of course but that beautiful dress that exposed your cleavage and hugged your waist so tightly was a sight for sore eyes, truly.

Hearing you finally say that you love jamil and not kalim was literal music to his ears

"I love you too, angel" he huffed out before roughly kissing you again and shoving his hot and wet tongue inside of your warm and welcoming mouth

He felt to good in your arms, every curve, dip and inch was made for him. And HIM ALONE.

kalim could never even get a taste of you, not when jamil has his grip on you.

He couldn't stop his hips from rutting against your clothed pussy anymore, he just needed some friction on his cock. "Tell me you love me again." He bit his bottom lip afterwards while staring into your eyes "i love you, master!" You whimpered out to which jamil smirked again "come on, my dear..let those pretty whimpers out as loud as you can~" he wanted the whole dorm to hear you screaming his name.

Everyone knew what an innocent little angel you were, dispite how quite slutty you dressed sometimes. Makes him think that you are just trying to make him mad, with how much attention you draw from the men

Jamil began to pull his hoodie over his head and then to unbuckle his dress pants, but he wanted to leave you in that beautiful dress for a little longer. He wanted to defile you in that beautiful—almost angelic dress.

Jamil slid his hand up your dress and felt how wet you already were, feeling it made him smirk then bite his bottom lip again. "Does me playing with you turn you on that much, my love?" He asked with a cocky smile. You just drooled more and whimpered "ye-yes..master.." your words became more slurred, and not as collected as before. This was a good thing in jamils eyes.

He wanted you to break apart because of him, he wanted to hurt you, dirty you, he wanted to be the one that owns that beautiful flower of yours between your plush thighs.

"Lift your dress up" he ordered caressing your thighs before squeezing them. You did as he ordered since you truly had no other choice, you couldn't say no..though you wanted to..you loved kalim, yet here you are..lifting your dress up for his best friend, and being so wet for, again, his best friend

Jamil grinned when he saw those cute white panties with a bow on it, already dirtied by your innocent pussy. "Come on. Spread your legs more" he slapped your thigh harshly and you proceeded to spread them widely for him, you wanted to cry, but you couldn't..no matter how much you wanted to say no to jamil..you..couldn't..and maybe you dont even really want to. The things he does for you, the way he treats you so dominantly..was so different from kalim, but in a good way..

Jamil hooked his fingers under the crotch of your pretty panties to show him your virgin cunt. "What a beautiful little flower..truly the prettiest" he licked his lips and began to hungrily dive into your wet pussy with his tongue.

Jamil has ruined kalims relationships a lot in the past three years, just out of spite and hate for the sweet and dumb man. He didn't like anything about those women, he just wanted them to fall for him to leave kalim. Then he would drop them.

But you, he actually did have feelings for you, before kalim did.

So he took kalims feelings for you as an attack on him, he will not have it. You are his and his alone, he will not share you..unless..

It may be a good tactic to let you marry kalim and just keep on pleasing you behind his back, jamil still believes that he deserves it. He has not learned from his past mistakes, he just learned that he has to hurt kalim the way he did to him for so many years.

He will make his beloved wife suck his dick everytime you are done having unsatisfying sex with your husband, and jamil will always be your number one, jamil will always be the one you run to when you feel needy, jamil will be the one you truly want.

As jamil got lost in his horrible, backstabber fantasies, he didn't notice how rough he went on your pussy. He lifted his head with his whole mouth and chin dripping with your juices to see your beautiful fucked out face and you breathing heavily.

"What a pretty angel you are~" he said before getting up and slapping one of your tits, you cutely whined at the slap and mindlessly begged for more. "Master! S-slap me again! More!!" Jamil grinned and slid his index and middle finger down to your clit to rub it in small circles before pinching it harshly "say you're my slut, Say you're my dirty slut"

Jamil felt such a rush from seeing your hazed eyes roll back into your head while your mouth hung open "i'm your slut, master!" Jamil wished that kalim could hear your adorable moans, moans that are begging for jamil and jamil only.

"Good." He said before standing up and just looking down at you "sit up and undress yourself for me." You did just as he said and slipped your dress off, along with your panties. Seeing your beautiful and soft body in front of him, all bare and ready just for jamil, it made him want to just slam your head down and take you right there.

But no, he wasn't going to rip your poor pussy open, though seeing your pretty pussy stained with blood because of him did get him a little excited.

But jamil isnt that cruel..

Jamil grinned evily as hos eyes scanned your body, every curve, dip and roll made his cock so much harder. Jamil laid you back down on your back and he placed his palm on the back of your neck "i have waited so long for this moment.." jamil whispered into your ear as he slipped his boxers off, revealing his thick, veiny and uncut cock, all red and begging for attention.

"To defile you, this beautiful angel..you're gonna be mine" he continued his sentance as his left hand played with your soft breast "isn't that right, dear?"

You nodded, with drool running from your plump lips "yess..master..yours.." you slurred, completely out of it. Jamil noticed you, trying to fight against his spell..it made him chuckle at how cute you are to think you of all people could fight against his spell.

"Spread yourself open for me, and dont hold any of those moans back." He ordered and you followed, against your will. You pressed your index and middle finger against you two supple pussy lips to then spread them open to let jamil see your throbbing clit and twitching hole.

Jamils cock twitched at the sight of it and groaned "dirty vixen.." he cursed and grabbed your thighs, so hard to the point of probably bruising them. But do you really think jamil cared? No, of course not. He wanted to Mark you up, so that kalim would see that you're a dirty slut who got fucked and dirtied by his supposed best friend.

Jamil leaned down and kissed your neck as your legs pushed him further against you with an erotic moan coming from you.

He suddenly bit down on your neck as hard as he could, making you cry out in pain

"Whore." He spat before diving back into your neck to suck dark spots into your soft skin and lining his throbbing cock up with your twitching cunt "please, master! Your dirty whore needs it!!" Jamils eyes widened as you suddenly said those words, he actually felt drool Pool in his mouth at your dirty and slutty mouth.

He couldn't help it anymore, jamil just pushed his fat cock past your pussy lips, into your tight and sopping wet hole. Your pussy gripped his sensitive cock so tightly, it made jamil audibly moan. He felt like a virgin all over again..

"S-say you love me.." he said between slow but hard thrusts, he grabbed your hair to make you look at him "do it." Your eyes went ftom hazed to soft and teary "i-i love you..j-jami.."

Jamil almost jumped back from that nickname, hmdid his spell wear off?? Does that even fucking happen? "J-jami! I love you!!" You said again before pulling him back down again to kiss him passionately. Jamil never felt like this before, he truly felt appriciated..and like he was your actual number one..

"Mhh..ah- i-i love you too.." he moaned between sloppily kissing you, your lips and tongue felt so good against his own..he could just drown in you, and the way your pussy clenches with every thrust

It drives him crazy, jamil just has to thrust even faster "f-fuck..i love you, i love you, i love you.." he slurred, still kissing you and sucking on your tongue, all needy and rough.

"I-i'm gonna cum- im gonna- f-fuck.." jamil whimpered as he came in hir and thick spurts inside and then continued to fuck his load deeper inside of your tightening cunt, you were about to cum but of jamil didn't pull out he feared that he might cum again. But as he was about to pull out you pushed him tighter against you and fucked back against him.

Fuck

This was too much for jamil, you were too much for jamil..this was the hottest thing he has ever witnessed, and then to top it all of, it was with you..his love, his angel, his one and only..

You drooled against his strong shoulder and came on his cock, the throbbing and gripping of your pussy almoat made it hard for jamil to breathe as he came again.

Jamil hugged your soft body as he tried to catch his breath, that was the best orgasm you ever had..it felt almost like you were at the gates of heaven, it had your toes curling, your back arching and you screaming.

Jamil lifted his head and looked up at you like he wasnt sure if he should even take a look at you "are you..back to your sense?.." he asked and you shyly looked to the side

"m-maybe.."

You said in that high pitched tone and those cute eyes trying to avoid eye contact. Jamil felt beyond embarrassed right now..but there was a question still lingering in his mind.

"Did you..did you mean it..?" He asked burrying his face im between your tits "did i mean what?" You asked dumbly

Jamil rolled his eyes "that you loved me..did you mean it?" He asked almost shyly

You blushed slightly and pouted your wet lips "yes..maybe..kind of?" You babbled. That was enough for jamil, he wanted to hear it again "say it again.." he said, lifting himself up by his arms to look down at you "say you love me"

You looked up at him like a little puppy and you nervously looked down, but jamil grabbed your chin to make you look up at him "say it and look into my eyes"

You gulped and nodded "i love you, Jami.."

"That means im better than kalim?" He suddenly asked and you got nervous "b-but i liie you both-" he then suddenly slapped you "i only wanna hear a 'yes, Master' do you understand?" He asked with a stonecold look in his eyes

There is that Feeling of dread again, you were scared of jamil...you suddenly came back to your full senses once he slapped you, "l-let me go.." you whimpered but jamil just slapped you again before making you look into his eyes again..

And before you knew it everything went black for you. "I am better than kalim, aren't i?" He asked again and you answered with

"Yes, master."

[l1tw1ck]

Contract

Jamil lets Azul overstimulate him in exchange for something important

Bottom!FTM Jamil x Top Azul

{Request} | AFAB Language Used (Uses Only 'Clit')

CW: Very little plot, Riding, Tentacles, Overstimulation, Creampie

📝 W.C 520

"Keep going, dear." Azul smirks, tentacles coming out of his back and wrapping around Jamil's body.

Jamil had signed a contract with Azul in order to get something important from him, he hadn't anticipated what he’d have to give in exchange for it.

“You want to make me come how many times?!” Jamil exclaimed. “At least 10?” He said exasperated.

Azul wanted to see how many times Jamil could orgasm and how he’d turn out after coming so many times. Jamil didn't mind having sex with Azul, they've done it before, but being overstimulated is a whole different ball game. He only agreed thanks to his dire need.

Jamil moans as some tentacles slither around his waist, acting as hands and lifting him up and down faster than his previous pace. Two of them move to Jamil's nipples, playing around with the sensitive brown buds.

"Fuck- stop it-" Jamil tries to slap away the tentacles, barely able to handle the stimulation on his chest.

Azul doesn't stop and brings another tentacle to Jamil's clit instead, almost as a punishment for being 'ungrateful'.

Jamil throws his head back, feeling weaker as he's brought close to an orgasm. "I can't- not again-"

"Yes you can." Azul brings another tentacle to Jamil's throat, wrapping around it before slipping inside his mouth.

His eyes roll to the back of his head, squirting hard. He chokes on the tentacle and gets granted a few seconds of air before getting his mouth stuffed again.

"That's a good boy, keep coming for me." Azul purrs. Jamil glares at him, upset that he's just lying back and basically doing nothing while he gets overstimulated to no end.

Azul doesn't miss that glare and lands a harsh smack on Jamil’s ass. “Don't forget, you signed a contract.”

Jamil would sigh if it weren't for the slimy appendage in his mouth. He knows he willingly signed the contract knowing what it entailed but he can't help but get angry at him.

“You’ll get what you want soon, love.” Azul gropes the, although only by a centimeter, shorter male’s ass. “As soon as I come, we'll stop.”

With that promise, Jamil regains a little more strength to keep going. He takes a large gulp of air after the tentacle leaves his mouth, seemingly for good.

It feels like hours as Jamil continues riding Azul and he still hasn't come. Jamil tries to say something but it comes out as incomprehensive.

“Look at you, so stupid now.” Azul coos, almost mockingly but he lacks that intent. “How cute.”

Jamil shakes his head to disagree but the sounds that come out of his mouth only confirm it.

Even as most of the tentacles leave Jamil’s body, he can still feel them. The only ones that stay are the ones on his waist and the one playing with his clit.

Azul bucks his hips up into Jamil, finally coming inside him and ending the almost 2 hour long session they had.

“Good boy.” Azul caresses Jamil’s cheek.

[deathbymas0chist]

༒ 𝔍𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩 𝔙, 𝔎𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔪 𝔄.

༒ A/N : this is a continuation of this post here! I would recommend reading it first bcs it is mentioned of what happened previously, but it’s totally fine if you don’t bcs it’s not that important. I honestly didn’t even know I was going to write apart two but since people wanted it, here it is!

༒Word count: 3k.

༒Content warning: Fem! Reader , ooc character’s? (I haven’t played the game in awhile..) , Jamil being like.. really sadistic, corruption , unprotected sex , oral (male receiving) , mating press? (She gets folded) , lots of degrading (use of slut , being told how much you enjoy being used) , orgasm denial , pussy slapping , reader is very masochistic , let me know if I missed anything!!

Standing outside of Jamil’s and his girlfriend’s shared dorm room in the dead middle of night is not somewhere Kalim thought he’d be at again, especially not so soon after yesterday’s “lesson” took place.

Shakily taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the burning hot heat on his face, the sweat practically dripping down his shaking palms, and the raging hard-on in his pants, he raised his shaking fist to knock on the cold wood of the door.

Shakily taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the burning hot heat on his face, the sweat practically dripping down his shaking palms, and the raging hard-on in his pants, he raised his shaking fist to knock on the cold wood of the door.

As his fist was about to hit the hardwood of the door, the handle turned and swung open, revealing Jamil, who looked just as smug as ever. “Finally on time for once, huh?” He said, smirking as he opened the door wider to let kalim see what he had been awaiting. Walking in the dimly lit room, illuminated by the moonlight, he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed shyly playing with the soft pink lace that decorated your chest cutely.

He heard the sound of the door closing behind him, followed by footsteps trailing behind him. “Pretty isn’t she? Since she wanted to dress up like such a slut for you, I’ll give you the honor of getting to undress her.” The condescending undertone of his words go unnoticed by kalim as he could only focus on the words “she wanted to dress up like a slut for you.” For him. He felt a rush of pride at the thought of having you wanting to look pretty for his eyes. Those thoughts gave him a boost in confidence as he walked towards you with more of a stride in his step.

Now standing in front of you, Kalim could feel the unwavering gaze Jamil had on him, as he watched his every move closely. He stood back with his arms crossed ready to watch the scene unfold before him.

Letting out another shaky breath as his desire to touch you grew, he looked into your eyes to get a sign of confirmation to touch you. You noticed and subtly nodded your head, giving him permission to touch you. He slowly moves his hands to the band of your panties, noticing the intricate details and the cute bow on the center he couldn’t help but mutter out a soft “…cute” to himself. As he slid the soft cotton material down your plush thighs, he admired how pretty your cunt looked in the dimly lit room, just as pretty as last night’s “session.” He couldn’t be more excited to see what else he was going to be learning about tonight. Finally sliding your panties to your ankles, he took them off and gently held them, unsure of what to do.

“You can keep them since you seem to like them so much.” Jamil said with an unamused tone in his voice. Kalim couldn’t believe it. First you wore something so pretty just for him, now you're letting him take something as precious to you as your underwear? It was like you were trying to purposefully make him want to use your body with these actions.

As he went to stuff your panties into his pockets, you unhooked your bra and threw it into the corner of the room, revealing your perky nipples to both men. You sat Back shyly, once you were done removing your article of clothing, placing your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers until you were brought back out of your daze by Jamil’s harsh tone.

“You’re not going to just leave our guest here to do everything himself are you? And here I thought I had actually taught you some manners. Figured a slut like you would forget so soon, the only thing on your mind is probably you getting filled.” Jamil said with a faux disappointed look on his face, but his eyes told you a different story, and along with his mean words, you knew he was far from disappointed, in fact, this was the most amusing thing he was witnessing. Figuring out what he meant, you felt more heat rush to your cheeks as you refused to look up, wanting to not make eye contact from the embarrassment you felt. But nevertheless, you still wanted to comply, not wanting to disappoint Jamil even further.

You brought your hands up to the visible tent in his pants, then you undid the buttons before sliding them down his thighs. You brought your hands back up once more to the band of his boxers. As you were doing this, Kalim slowly lifted his shirt off and threw it off to the side. You took a shaky breath before slowly sliding his band down, his hard cock sprung up immediately, slapping this stomach. The pre cum on his swollen head was glistening in the pale moonlight room, and with it standing face-to-face in front of you, you couldn't help but lick your lips in anticipation.

He stepped out of his pants, and kicked them to the side, before moving back to where he was previously standing, right in front of your face. Finally after staring for a bit, unaware of your actions, you broke your gaze away from Kalim, as you turned to look back up at Jamil for confirmation on what to do. Jamil narrowed his eyes at your hesitation, “What are you waiting for? You wanted to do this all day so why are you stopping now? Hurry up and get to work. You know stupid sluts get punished. Swallowing the lump in your throat, and turning your attention back to Kalim, you took his length into your mouth.

He hissed at the contact. He had never felt someone’s mouth around his cock like this before. This was actually his first time, and he was not complaining. You had been swirling your tongue on the tip of his cock, and dragging your tongue on the underside of it, before slipping him inside your mouth, taking only halfway as to not try and suffocate yourself. He was thick, thicker than Jamil, and you hadn't been used to this size before, as Jamil happened to have more length, but he was a bit on the slimmer side.

Jamil had other plans for you though, he walked over to both of you before grabbing the back of your head, and forcefully pushing you down Kalim’s dick. You choked and gagged around Kalim at the sudden unexpected push as your eyes snapped open and Kalim stood wide-eyed looking at Jamil, surprised at his sudden actions. “W-what are you doing..? You don’t have to be so rough..” He was so sweet! Caring about how mean Jamil was being to you. He didn’t want you to get hurt.. But little did he know that you enjoyed being treated like that, and you honestly wanted more, especially from him.

Jamil only laughed at his words. “If you knew how much she was begging for this, you’d be saying otherwise.” While continuing to push your head down further onto Kalim’s cock Kalim was still surprised, but he was unable to say more, with the pleasure he was feeling as you continued to choke on his dick. With his tip continuing to hit the back of your head, and you massaging his balls, he felt like he was about to burst at any second, he threw his head back and moaned loudly as he felt so, so close.

Before he could release, Jamil pulled you off forcefully and pushed you back on the bed. Kalim was disappointed by the loss of contact, especially after he was so close, turning to Jamil, to ask why he was met with Jamil with his clothes already discarded and smirking. Kalim was at a loss for words, he was too nervous to look at Jamil, despite what had happened last night, he felt anxious.

With you laying on the bed, Jamil spread your legs wide and stood between them telling Kalim to “pay close attention because this is where our actual lesson starts.” As he roughly thrusted into you. Kalim stood close as he watched Jamil’s mean, merciless thrusts, while you continued to cry out in pleasure. He was actually surprised by how much you seemed to enjoy being used as if you were nothing but a hole, Jamil was practically ignoring you to talk to him, but you really didn’t seem to mind. You were moaning so loudly, and the look on your face was telling enough, with your eyes going hazy already, and you were begging for more. But, Jamil only continued to ignore your cries as he continued on with his “lesson.”

“I’m going to be teaching you the difference between faster, harder and deeper tonight.” He says as he slows down his thrusts for you. “The first one is pretty self explanatory, all you gotta do is go faster, without changing anything else.” He says as he begins to speed up his thrusts while keeping up the same strokes. Your legs had begun to shake at the vigor of his hips hitting yours. Kalim stood back and watched intently, making sure to not keep his eyes off the sight in front of him. He was following along and even making some mental notes in his head, this was the most focused he had ever been on anything.

Turning around to make sure Kalim had paid attention, and had gotten most of what he had said down, Jamil had slowed down his pace once more, and began with his next lesson. “Now we’re going to learn the difference with harder. Now, going harder doesn't necessarily mean going faster, It just means you're going at it with more force. Watch carefully.” He grabbed your legs and folded them back, your knees were on your chest, with his bruising grip on the underside of your knees, as he made sure his thrusts now made you rock, along with the bed that had been moving side to side. The sound of your loud squelching pussy only intensified, as his body moved against yours with such power. He might not have been going very fast, but with the sheer force he had, it was enough to drive you insane.

Before you came close to finishing, he pulled out before anything else could happen, as you whined out at the feeling of being so empty. Kalim was now watching, with his jaw slack, and cock throbbing, He needed to be inside you so badly, and god, your reactions– the noises you were making, everything was driving him mad. But he needed to focus, he had too. So snapping himself out of his own trance, he met eyes with Jamil, who had noticed just how hard he was staring.

“Don’t worry, after this final lesson you’ll have your turn with her, don’t rush things and pay attention because now we’re going to go over one more thing, Okay?” He turned back around to meet your eyes as he continued speaking. “Now, when going deeper, it is similar to going in harder, but you're more focused on the depth you're going, so it means you're going to be rutting in a lot more.” With his final demonstration he pushed his slick covered cock all the way back in harshly, making sure to grind his pelvic bone against you. You moaned at the feeling of being filled even deeper then you had been before. He continued with thrusting into you the same way, but slowly becoming faster, not to the point where he was ramming into you, but enough as to where you could gain more pleasure while him still hitting the parts deeper into you.

You had been on the verge of cumming, squeezing around Jamil so tightly, a tell-tale sign you were teetering on the edge of your high, when he pulled out and slapped your clit. He snickered meanly, as he always did everytime you were close to your release. You were keening and whining on the bed, still not over the feeling of your high being ripped away from you.

Turning to look over at Kalim, he had realized he had forgotten another lesson, something very important. “ Oh! Also another lesson, I almost forgot! Don’t be afraid to put annoying sluts in their place!” Kalim was taken aback by his crude words, and he knew he was in for something as Jamil had an evil glint in his eyes. He moved away from your shaking thighs, with your glistening slick coating your thighs, you had been made into such a pretty mess for Kalim, and he wanted to make you look even more prettier. Kalim took this as his que to finally put the things he had been taught to good use. Before he could even put his tip in though, Jamil had stopped him. “Remember what i said, don’t be afraid to put her in her place. So, spit on it.”

“W-what.. M..me?” Kalim was at a loss for words. He couldn’t do it. That was something so… vulgar, he didn’t think you deserved that, you were too.. Good for that. Well, in his opinion anyways. But, looking at your face, your expression had said otherwise, you were blushing wildly, neither of you had realized but you had been drooling the entire time, with your jaw slack, and pleading for more. You had looked like you actually really had enjoyed that treatment, and who was he to not give you what you wanted? Finally after a few seconds of contemplating whether or not he should do it, he decided on just giving it a shot, if you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t have been here.

He gathered up a bit of saliva in his mouth and decided to just do it. He spat directly on your clit, then he brought his finger up to rub it in, mixing it with your slick as he pushed himself into you. You squealed at the stretch, your cunt clenching around his cock, as it was thicker than Jamil’s, he sheathed himself all the way in, to the hilt, since your cunt was so messy, and because of Jamil’s previous assault.  He began to start thrusting slowly, then he picked up his pace, as Jamil did.

“C’mon, how about you show me what going harder means? How bout’ you slap her, watch how she clenches around you like a slut. She likes the pain.” Jamil was whispering all sorts of evil things into Kalim's ears, and almost subconsciously, Kalim complied. He experimentally slapped your thighs, and much to Kalim’s surprise, you moaned at the impact. You had also squeezed around him. It felt.. Pleasant. Your cunt tightening around him made him feel good.. Really good. He wanted to feel it more. It was like that had triggered something feral inside of him. He grabbed the underside of your thighs and lifted them up, bringing them in the same position Jamil had you in, as he began his own assault on your cunt. He pulled his hips away from yours, and pushed back in with force. You knew the walls were most definitely going to have some cracks in the morning from how hard the bed was hitting it.

He continued with his harsh thrusts until Jamil yelled out another command. “Faster!” Kalim immediately picked up on his pace, pulling in and out of you, with little remorse or awareness of how fast he had been going. You were practically bouncing on the bed because of his force. You had been moaning so loudly, and the stickiness and squelching of your pussy became more and more noticable. The stickiness Kalim could feel around you, only making him even more insatiable. He was hypnotized by how his cock was moving in and out of you, with the white ring that formed like a halo on the base of his dick, making it throb harder inside of you. He was almost lost in a trance, if it wasn't for Jamil shouting out yet another command.

“Deeper!” Kalim slowed down with his pace, making you cry out in dismay. But, much to your surprise, he made up for his lack in speed with how deep he managed to hit inside of you. With every thrust, he would grind his pelvis into yours, just enough to make you feel him grind against your clit. You couldn't take it anymore, with all the overwhelming feelings causing you to reach your high very quickly, but that didn't seem to deter Kalim as he stopped trying to reach deeper. He picked up his pace, only aiming to chase after his own high as you clenched around him and started to cream. You were buckling around him, crying out loudly and shaking, with an overwhelming rush Kalim started to feel, his mind went hazy, he couldn’t even think straight!

And with Jamil’s incessant whispering into his ears, telling him to “Give her a slap, C’mon she likes it, you know she does! When you treat her like that, she can only seem to think with her pussy, that’s why she clenches so hard whenever you slap her around like a slut.” Giving into Jamil’s demands, he raised his hand and slapped you across your face meanly, shocking both you and him. He felt you clench around him once again as he came with a shudder and loud moan, releasing his cum deep inside of you.

He pulled out, and turned to look at Jamil who was watching with a proud, evil look on his face. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” and thinking about it for a second, Kalim realized he did in fact enjoy it, he felt a rush on making you get off on him doing that to you. He liked the feeling of you crying, and begging for him to keep going while making you cum. Slowly nodding his head, while averting his eyes away from Jamil, Jamil’s smile only widened at his actions, he felt as if he had finally gotten through to his friend, even if it meant he corrupted him into liking the feeling of inflicting some pain onto others. You could only look at them through half-lidded eyes unaware of what else they had in store for you, as they both found a new common interest, bullying the hell out of your cunt whenever they wanted, as you seemed to like taking it no matter how rough they were being.

[letstalktea]

Okay, I hate him, but Jamil is very pretty. So pretty than it makes me want to bully him even more. Like… I want to step on him so bad. I want to leave him black and blue and then kiss all of his bruises.

[lyneira]

♤ "Not worthy?" I'll show you differently ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> how would he react to a reader who's self-conscious and ends up distancing themselves from him when others insult them and say that they shouldn't be together? (based on this request!)

All characters are depicted as 18+

fem!reader x twisted wonderland characters / cw: penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, mirror sex

"I'll make you feel loved enough that you won't forget it"

Epel, LEONA, Jack, Ace, Silver, Floyd

I don't see them viewing it as a big problem initially because he's confident that he'll be able to make things right quickly. You just need some reassurance, that's all.

He's not going to confront you directly. He won't need to; His actions toward you would be enough to say that what others were saying was indefinitely wrong.

He'll become more handsy and more forward with his PDA, always making sure that he's holding you or touching you in some way. He'll put his hand on your waist and pull you in close, seldom ever releasing his grasp on you; He'll kiss you more often, ensuring to elongate the kiss for a long time even when there were a lot of people around. When he'd pull away, allowing you to take a breath, he'd shoot a glare at anyone who was staring, daring them to say something.

He'll do all of this as to indirectly tell you, "Hey, I don't care what anyone says or thinks. I'm not letting you go". Yet, if you were still acting distant, then he'd have no choice but to confront you directly.

When he finally does, he'll back you into a corner and ask with frustration, "How come you're still distancing yourself from me? Am I not showing you enough affection?" He'll then lower his tone, "You don't need to run away from me...I love you, y/n...and there's nothing that anyone can say that will ever change that...", looking at you with that rare softness in his eyes that he only showed when he was pouring his heart out. And that's how you know he really meant it.

That look would further soften when you suddenly hug him tightly, and after melting in each other’s arms, he'll whisper into your ear, "I'll make sure you understand how much I love you tonight. Remember this moment whenever you find yourself doubting it"

And when you two make love that night, he'll seem a bit rough initially. He'll be pinning arms above your head, grasped tightly, kissing you ferociously that your teeth often clash, sucking on your skin so intensely, leaving marks of purple, and thrusting himself into you with so much force that you feel like the bed is going to break (which, it almost does, heh)

But after his first climax, releasing his remaining frustrations, he'll slow it down, also releasing his tight grip on your wrists to embrace you protectively, kissing up and down your neck as he thrusts long, slow strokes into you. He'd be all over you. His hands, his lips, and his tongue would again caress every spot on your body, especially on the spots he left a hickey on. He'd kiss them softly, and would cheekily smile into your skin, knowing that these marks would be visible for all to see the next day. After all, they need to know that you belong to him, just as his heart belongs to you.

"Can you SEE how much I love you?"

VIL, Jade, Rook, Jamil, Lilia, Rollo, Azul

You're self conscious? On his watch? Absolutely not.

Seems like you need to SEE how much he loves you in order to really believe it. So after quickly dealing with those who had planted their foolish ideas into your mind, he'll immediately take you to his room to help you confront your problem head on.

He'll be sitting at the edge of his bed, as he speaks to you, "Dear, I've noticed that you've been shying away from me because you've become self-conscious...you need not be. Do not listen to what others say, they don't matter. I adore you just as you are."

When he sees you finally ease up by his words, he'll smile tenderly at you and will then pat his thigh, "Come here..."

You do as you are told, and when you get close to him, he'll suddenly pull you onto his lap, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. Funny thing is, up until now, you hadn't realized the grand mirror that was in front of you two. Had he always had that there? In fact, he did not. But today, he needed it for his plan to help you become less conscious. Oh, you're in for it now 😏

"I'm glad you've noticed the mirror. Keep your eyes on it...no matter what I do", he'll mention as he narrows his look into your eyes in its reflection, and you can definitely tell he was plotting something. You were about to ask about it until he surprises you with a multitude of kisses up and down your neck and down your shoulders. If you asked if you could face him, he'd immediately turn you down, telling you to look into the mirror.

And as he became more sensual, letting his hands roam up your body to cup your breasts and fondle them as he continued to kiss your jaw and insisted you to keep your eyes glued to the mirror, you eventually realized his plan: he was going to make you watch yourself as he made love to you.

You figured that it would be easy to endure, but soon enough, you'd think otherwise as he'd further surprise you with his touches.

He'd bring his hands down to your waistband and begin pulling your pants off so that your lower half was now bare. Then, bringing his hands back up to your thighs, he'd begin to spread your legs open slowly, while looking in the mirror to enjoy the view of your pussy all soaking wet for him. "Ah~ You're so wet", he'll grin, eyes half-lidded at the sight. He'll hover a hand over your heat and begins to rub his middle finger up and down your slick, earning a shudder from you. After rubbing it enough, he'll insert it into your hole, massaging your insides and finding that sensitive spot that has you squeezing onto his finger.

You look away from the mirror and shut your eyes at the pleasure he's giving you, but he'll click his tongue, and stops his motions at your reaction, "That won't do, dear. Don't look away". With his other hand, he'll grab your chin and make you face the mirror once more, "Open your eyes. You need to watch as I pleasure you" and with the lack of friction making you antsy, you open your eyes to watch the erotic sight of him touching you. "Good girl", he'll hum. And for that, he'll reward you by using his other hand to rub circles on your clit.

He'll continue to pleasure you while making you watch him, becoming pleased with himself as he was getting you to stare at the sight with less hesitation each time.

When at last he has himself inserted in you, thrusting up into you relentlessly as you both watch yourselves in the mirror, mouths agape as you both moan and pant, faces flushed, eyes heavy with lust, bodies wet from sweat and arousal, he'll lean in towards you ear, sultry whispering,

"Get used to this image, my love...become so accustomed to it that it won't matter what anyone says. You'll remember that you and I are meant to be together...joined as one both body and soul, just like this"

"Do you know what you do to me?"

MALLEUS, Sebek, Deuce, Riddle, Idia

He'd full of worry when you distance yourself from him, wondering if he had done or said something to cause it. Though, hen he finds out that the reason for it was your self-consciousness and the gossip of others that had influenced it, he is fuming. Who dares to insult his darling?! To make you feel this way? He'd be so tempted to make them endure his wrath, but he'd ultimately decide to deal with it later. The most important thing right now was you. It pained him to see you look at yourself that way when he thought the entire world of you. (He practically kisses the ground you walk on, lol)

So he would waste zero time to confront you because there's no way he was going to let you think that he didn't love and care for you.

Do you know exactly the effect you have on him? He'll let you know. He'll tell you how warm you make him feel inside, how you ease him while still managing to give him butterflies in his stomach everytime you laugh or smile at him, how grateful he is to have you in his life. He'll then take your hand, bring it up to his face, and lean his cheek into your palm, telling you how he easily melts into your touch and submits himself to you.

He'll guide your hand down his body, allowing you to feel the heat of his skin, down to his chest, where you can feel the pounding of his heart.

"Feel the rhythm of my heart...it only beats like that for you. You mean everything to me, y/n. Never forget that", and he would press a kiss onto your lips, desperation imbued into them. That desperation would soon turn into passion when you gladly returned his fervor, letting him know that you understood him and relief washed over him.

As you two fiercely kissed, devouring each other's mouths, letting your tongues dance, he realized that he was still holding your hand. So, he'd take the chance to continue guiding your hand further down his body to show you another effect you had on him. You'd gasp when your hand met with his clothed erection, breaking the kiss to look down at it and back up at him. He'll have a faint blush on his cheeks, but will look at you with a firmness in his eyes, "Only you make me feel this way." He'll release his grasp on you, yet, you'll maintain your grasp on him, ready to show him the love and affection that he showed you.

And indeed, you'll feel how enamored and obsessed you make him when you pull down his pants to free his throbbing cock, to lick it, suck on it, bounce on it, ride it, and squeeze it so good that the evidence of his love will be buried deep inside of you and will continue to overflow.

Extra:

He'll also show you what you do to him even when he wasn't with you at the moment. Even if you were away for a while, he'd send you a video touching himself to you. In the video, you'll see his beautiful face twisted in need as you listen to him panting, gasping, and moaning out your name numerous times, accompanied with the wet sounds of his sex being attended to. This would go on for several minutes for you to enjoy, and in the after his release, he'll look hazily to the camera, cheeks flushed, semen stained on his hand, abdomen, and thighs, lips parted as he breathlessly heaves out, "This is what you do to me"

If you were there, he wouldn't have made such a mess everywhere 'cause he would have made his mess inside of you instead, just sayin' ;)

(Cater isn't a part of this category, but I can totally see him doing this too!)

"I love your..."

NEIGE, Cater, KALIM, Che'nya, Trey, Ruggie

You distancing yourself from him would immediately have alarms going off in his head because this would be highly unusual. You two were always joined at the hip (sometimes literally) after all. When he realizes that you're self-conscious, he'll immediately reassure you.

"You know what I love so much about you? I'll tell you!" He'll grab your hand and bring it up to his lips, "I love your touch", and will kiss your palm. He'll then lean towards your face so that his lips were ghosting your forehead, "I love your beautiful mind", and kisses it. He'll then kiss the corner of your lips, "Your pretty smile", which would earn him that beloved expression from you, to his delight. He'll kiss down your neck, "Your voice and the things you say to me", and as he tries to kiss your collarbone, he will pull off your top to expose more of the skin he can kiss. He'll continue down towards your chest, kissing your warm bosom, "Your kind heart and affection". And he'll go on to kissing all over your body as he says what he adores and loves about you, removing any more clothing that might hinder his lips from meeting your skin.

With all his kisses, you were nearly laid entirely bare. All of your clothing were off except for your panties. As he lowers himself down to hover his lips on your clothed sex, he'll look up at you, blush dusted on his cheeks and a sensual look in his eye, "Would you allow me to continue saying what else I love about you?". And with your nod of permission, he'll slip the garment off, and whisper, "I love the way you taste" before giving a deep kiss to your lips. He'll go on to kiss it repeatedly and as you moan and sigh from his kisses below, he'll shakily breathe out, "I love the sounds you make when I'm making you feel good...a-ah..! You make me feel so good" as he mindlessly grinds into the mattress, pre-cum staining the bed, aroused by you.

You'd think he'd be done after letting you know the numerous things he loved about you, but he still had one more he had to say. So after letting you release your nectar onto his lips and drinking it, he's gonna line himself up to your dripping entrance, and will say, "I love being inside you", before inserting himself into your heat. He'll continue to mutter on with each thrust, "oh, you're so warm...you take me in so well...I love it...I love you....so very much"

And with all of the places he's kissed and all of his words of adoration, I'm sure you'll understand the magnitude of his love for you by the end of the night

a/n: this one was much longer than usual! Some seem a bit ooc and I honestly kinda gave up at the ends of most afshdkwgjak oh well 🫤

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