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[babeypigeon]

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[oreo-creampies]

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

Satoru finds out that you like reading gangbang fanfiction. Naturally, he has to do something with this newfound information. With the help of Toji and Suguru.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞! 21 minutes/6.1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gangbang, double penetration (anal and cunt along with two dicks in one cunt right after), oral, anal with prep, light pain kink, biting, bondage, bdsm, collar and leash. usage of daddy/mama once, heavy praise/light degradation, mindbreak, thumb in ass, some satosugu, light painal for Satoru since suguru sticks a thin vibrating dildo up his ass, suguru edges satoru, teasing, friends w benfits/some type of sugarbaby set up, choking, knife play/no blood, pussy slapping, manhandling, squirting, overstimulation, satoru and toji put their balls on your face, ball sucking, face fucking, hair pulling, manhandling, light size kink, licking suguru's cock with satoru, making out with satoru, biting, bullet vibrator, strap on that gives toji a second cock, plugging cum in your ass, they are all sweet mean, satoru spits cum into your mouth

𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 6.1k

oreo: i hope the wait was worth it, thank you for all the love and patience ya'll have given me

Satoru leans next to you, reading off your computer. “Gangbang, knife play, bondage, double penetration ya like it kinky.” You’re too late to close your computer. “He looks like me.”

Your body is burning, jumping out of your chair and whirling around to face Satoru. “Ok and? So what? You already know you’re attractive!” Crossing your arms, glaring into pretty blue eyes. “Is it dumb I would find someone who looks like you hot?!” Satoru’s playful grin spreads into an infuriating cocky smirk.

Satoru slides his fingers through his hair. His black sleeve straining with his bicep flexes. Long snow-white locks fall into his intense, beautiful blue eyes. The silence thickens the air.

Tilting his head to the side, his jawline, thick adam’s apple, his pale neck would be perfect to kiss. “So defensive.” Smirking, “I like the way you’re looking at me.” Stepping forward, closing the small gap forcing you to look up.

Your cunt is getting wet from the height difference. “I’m not looking at you any type of way.” Jabbing his chest with your finger. His pec is hard, “Fuck me!” He leans in, pressing your palm flat on his chest.

Your voice softens, “You barged into my room n’ spied on my computer!” Squeezing his hard pec, swiping your thumb over his nipple. “You’ve gotten so much bigger.” Sliding your hand down feeling his sculpted abs through his shirt.

You accuse, “You’ve been working out with Toji and Suguru too much.” You turn around facing your desk, flipping him off. “Unless you plan to be anything other than a menace I wanna cum whilst reading my fic. Help me cum or leave!” You softly gasp in surprise when Satoru presses you against your desk with his hard, large body.

He a fistful of your hair yanking it back, spitting on your face. Smearing it with his large hand, crooning, “But I thought you liked your men big n’ able to throw you around like a doll? Isn’t that what you said?” Smearing his spit with his hand, stuffing two fingers in your mouth.

Satoru smacks your ass, squeezing a handful of your stinging cheek. “I could help you cum.” Sticking his fingers, his cock lightly twitching when you gag. “Want me to read your fanfiction out loud for you?” Dragging his fingers out of your mouth.

He lifts your laptop lid up not caring he is smearing spit on the screen. Reading out loud. “He drags the knife along her inner thigh. She squirms the closer he gets to her soaking.” Sliding your shorts down, roughly smacking your ass

Crying, “What if they hear us?” Satoru pushes your underwear aside, gliding a thick finger between your soft lips. Getting his thick finger wet before nudging it in. His long thick finger filling up your cunt shouldn't feel this good.

Satoru outs them, “Tojj and Suguru would jerk off off to the sounds of me clapping your cheeks. I could cuck them both.” Your cunt squeezes Satoru’s thick finger fucking your cunt sloppy. “Or you can moan their names, they could join us. You can be the slut who lets us run a train on her, or fuck you all at once.”

Satoru slips his finger out roughly slapping your cunt You whine sweet stinging pain cuts through the stinging pleasure. Slowly fucking his thick fingers into you at a steady pace.

Insisting to you, “You can write about it after, call it one girl, three cocks n’ three holes." Three more slips, each harder than the last. "Come on say their names, I wanna see you struggle to take Suguru’s fat cock.”

You whine, “Toooojiii, Suug!!!! Satoru is being mean to meeeee! Cooommmee helpppp!”

Suguru calls from the hallway, “Aw Toru why bother her, she said she wanted to read.” Coming into your bedroom, taking notice of your shorts in the ground. His eyes flicking from those to your sweet soft ass and cunt stuffed with Satoru’s soft fingers.

Satoru’s large body hiding your’s. Till he steps aside letting Suguru watch how your soft wet cunt takes Satoru’s thick fingers. “What’s so mean about this?” Suguru glides his finger in with Satoru’s. “Your cunt is drooling n getting so tight sweetheart.” They pump their fingers in sync.

Suguru squeezes a handful of your ass, his hand larger than Satoru’s. “Fuuuck that feels so good! I love having my cunt played with. Don’t stop please.” You bend over holding onto your desk, cupping Satoru’s hard cock through his sweats.

You stroke Satoru through his sweats moaning, “Satoru you’re big, wanna you to fuck me hard, make me squirt with your long hard cock.” You clench Satoru and Suguru’s thick fingers with your sloppy wet cunt. Whining when Suguru roughly smacks your ass.

Satoru sneers, “Not even able to pay attention long enough to answer.” He pulls out of your grasp, keeping his thick fingers in your soft wet cunt.

Satoru pushing his sweats down his cock pops out. “What’s wrong with how mean I’m being? Answer me n’ you can touch my cock.” He spits in his hand, smearing it over his cock hand. Groaning as he strokes himself.

You glance over your shoulder admiring the beautiful sight of Satoru’s arm flexing as his large hand strokes his long cock. Thick white pre cum dripping from his pale pink head.

Suguru pushes his gym shorts down, kicking them aside. Grabbing your wrist when you try to touch him. You whine, “Nnnnothing’s wrong!” Their fingers graze your sweet spot your body tingles with overwhelming pleasure.

Your thighs are trembling, toes curling into the carpet, slick dripping down your thigh. You confess, “I want you to y'all to help Satoru bully my cunt, make me the house whore, I wanna be the one y'all stuff your cocks in when it gets hard. Please lemme be your pretty cumdump.”

Toji barges into your bedroom, demanding, “Why do I care if he's being mean?!” He slips his large headphones off his head and sets them on your dresser. “Princess,” his scarred smirk looks predatory, “I can show you mean, they are spoiling your sweet little cunt right now. I’d fuck ya like I hate ya, make sure you can’t walk.” Toji wastes no time ripping your underwear off to get a better view of your stuffed cunt. Slowly stuffing two fingers in.

Your jaw drops with a loud moan. You’re naked with your three incredibly hot roommates fucking their thick fingers into you. It's a situation you'd masturbate to.

Satoru strops stroking himself, standing next to your face. Letting out a softly sigh in relief when wrap your lips around him. Groaning dropping his head forward, watching his cock vanish within your mouth.

Suguru tells Toji, “Satoru found out our sweetheart is a smutty fanfic reading pervert, gangbang. N’ now she wants to be the house whore, sounds kinky, I’m down.” He moves next to your head.

Suguru glides his fingers out smearing your slick on his cock. Grabbing your laptop, sliding it over for him to scroll to the warnings reading. “Bondage, squirting, anal, double penetration-one hole/triple penetration, With some face fucking, face slapping, and light knife play? I’ll be right back.” He rushes out of the room.

Satoru glides his fingers out, sticking both in his mouth to lick clean. He roughly grabs your hair fucking your soft wet mouth. With his balls slapping your chin.

Toji pumps his fingers faster. Quickly finding that sweet spot that made your soft cunt quiver. "Can I fuck your ass?" Satoru slips his cock out with a soft pop letting you breathe.

Pleading "Fuck whichever hole you want." Toji spits on your asshole and stuffs his spit in with his thumb. Slowly pumping his thumb letting your soft hole adjust. "Nn it feels weird but good!”

You cup and massage Satoru's balls, kissing and licking his warm cockhead. His cock standing up eager for attention making it easy to suck and kiss without using your hands.

You look up into his beautiful ocean-blue eyes and plea, “Even if I’m asleep I want you to spread my legs and do what you want to my cunt.” Taking his long, pretty cock in your mouth bobbing your head.

Satoru groans, his cheeks flushing a dark pink, “Fuuuuuccck!” He grabs your head holding you still. “You’re a dirty pervert who wants to wake up to Suguru eating you out as Toji and I jerk off onto your face.” He tightens his grip on your hair, slowly fucking your face, testing and getting off on your gag reflex.

Satoru groans, “We could cover you in cum, make your sloppy wet cunt sore.” Fucking your mouth faster, some spit drips down your chin. Smearing onto his balls with each soft smack.

Toji squeezes your cheek whilst tugging on your asshole stretching you out. Steadily stroking your sweet spot getting you so close to cumming. Your thighs tremble, toes curling into the carpet.

Toji groans, "She's dripping." Fingering your tight, sloppy wet cunt faster. Refusing to let up on your sensitive sweet spot. "Are you really cumming for us that quickly?" His thumb glides in your asshole easier.

Satoru glides his cock out of your mouth. "Whatcha thinkin' sweetheart?" Toji's thick fingers in your cunt, and thumb in your ass make it difficult to think. "She's already getting dumber, can't answer a simple question." Satoru softly slaps your cheeks with his hard cock then stuffs your face into his balls.

Without another thought you open your mouth to softly suck Satoru's balls. Suguru comes back in, dumping a bag full of toys onto your bed. "Here are some butt-plugs, dildos. cock rings, ropes, o ring, and for you Toji," He grabs a strap with a thick dildo dangling from it. "You can fuck both holes; the dildo will need to be above your cock."

Toji glides his fingers out of your ass. Whilst Suguru pulls the toy out of his grasp. "Actually, here is disinfectant. We don't want to get our cock sleeve sick and be out of commission." Toji grabs the packet with his cleaner hand. Forcing the lid open and tugging out a wipe.

Suguru drops the strap on. onto the bed leaving Toji to help himself to it when ready. He grabs the knife off the bed, flicks out the blade, and returns to your computer.

Satoru pulls his balls out of your face, tugging you up by your hair. Then Suguru's words hit and you retort, "Commission implies I'm paid and if that's the case I'mma need more than just dick for payment. I'm too broke." Suguru turns around pressing the knife to your throat whilst sweetly grinning down at you.

Suguru insists, "If you wanna be our sugar baby get on your knees and beg for it." Satoru let go of your hair. stepping aside to give you room to kneel.

You don't have the chance to speak before Satoru adds, "If you beg well enough, I could cover your half of the rent." He grabs the collar with its leash off the bed, "I already get your broke-ass food."" He carefully wraps the collar around your neck, fastening the clasp, then tugging on the leash.

Toji decides, "Satoru is rich enough to be your sugar daddy, my cock and cuddles will be payment enough." He grabs a bottle of lube and a small buttplug off the bed.

Suguru tilts your head up with the knife. "Bullshit you'll get her lingerie for her to wear." He glances at Toji, "What about that maid outfit she suggested after bitching about cleaning up after Satoru and You?" He looks down at you, dark thick hair framing his handsome face.

You decide, "They've been cleaner, so I could wear it as a reward. Clean your balls of every last drop of cum. Of course, you get my undivided attention first for always helping keep this place clean." Suguru is beautiful with his broad shoulders, thick pecs, and sculpted abs. His black happy trail leads to short well-trimmed hair and his thick hanging cock.

Suguru glides the sharp knife's tip up your chin to your bottom lip. "I want to see you in that see-through underwear with the maid outfit." He glides the knife along your lip, dragging it up your cheek.

Satoru glances at Suguru, "How do you know she has something like that?"

You take Suguru's cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his head. His warm pre-cum is sweet and thick coating your tongue. There is so much pre-cum you can't help but suck harder, licking his small dripping slit.

Suguru groans, "I wash everyone's clothes that means her's too." Gliding the knife to the side of your head. You are slowly gliding Suguru deeper into your mouth with a loud moan.

Toji states, "Pineapple is the safe word to start aftercare." Lubbing up the butt-plug

Suguru sets the knife on the desk behind him. He holds your head still with a tight grasp on your hair. He stuffs his cock deep into your throat holding your head down and suffocating you.

Suguru suggests "Lift her ass up and stick it in her then." Satoru hands Toji the leash, watching Toji wrap his arm around your waist helping you partly stand up into a bent-over position.

Satoru suggests, "Why not go ahead n' tie our pretty slut up in a mating press. We can tug her around on the bed by the leash." He stands next to you spreading your cheeks apart for Toji.

Toji smirks, "We could do that." Tugging on the leash and Suguru's firm grasp on your hair keeps you from budging. The thick leather collar presses into your cock stuffed throat. Suguru groans, shallowly pumping his hips fucking your mouth slowly.

Toji lines the tip of the plug up with your asshole gliding it in. Smearing lube with each swirl and pump. Your cunt clenches around nothing from the pleasure of your ass stretching for the toy.

Suguru bottoms out giving you seconds to breathe. Before stuffing his cock back in to quickly fuck throat. He grabs the knife off the desk lightly dragging it across your back. You can't help but squirm, the air in your lungs escaping in a cry Suguru muffles with his cock.

Toji pushes the butt plug in, "Let's tie our new slut up." Satoru lets go of your cheeks. Whilst Toji moves to the other side of your bed dragging you with him.

.Suguru turns towards your laptop picking it up, setting the knife down. He scrolls through the fic skimming it.

Toji straddles your head his balls resting on your forehead and eyes. His thick cock nudging your lips smearing bitter pre-cum. You open your mouth groaning when he rocks his hips forwards.

He brings the laptop over, sitting on the bed next to you. "Do you want Satoru and I to act out the making out part while we are inside you?" He glances from the laptop down at you. Where Satoru is binding your legs together with the dark red rope.

Satoru taunts, "You don't have to use the fanfic as a reason to kiss me again." Making kissy faces at Suguru who rolls his eyes and grabs his friend by the neck pulling him closer.

Suguru nudges Satoru's mouth open with his thumb and spits. Satoru swallows, grabbing Suguru's cock and swirling his fist as he strokes him. Suguru groans, "I know." He leans in biting down on Satoru's bottom lip. The needy cry he makes your cunt clench.

Suguru pulls away, "Finish tying her up and let Toji have fun with her mouth." He stuffs his thumb into Satoru's mouth for him to suck on. "Then I want you to shove your pretty face into her beautiful cunt so you can put that annoying ass mouth to good use." He lets Satoru go.

He glides his thumb over Suguru's fat cockhead smearing pre-cum. He sticks his thumb in his mouth groaning from tasting Suguru's pre- cum.

Suguru sets the laptop down on top of a pillow, scrolling through the fic. "Cum spitting? Satoru when we cum in her you can eat it out and share it with her."

Satoru is quick tying at you in a mating press. "Are you gonna let me eat our creampie out of your cunt?." He slaps your cunt four times, pinching your clit. Your trembling, eyes stinging with tears.

Satoru grabs a vibrator turns it on and holds it to your clit. Slowly swirling it, stoking your soft sensitive nub. He stuffs his face into your cunt Suguru orders him "Keep your ass in the air."

He shifts keeping his face in your sloppy wet cunt putting his ass in the air. Satoru is giving Suguru a perfect view of his cock and balls. Suguru grabs a thin dildo with lube which he pours onto the tip before setting the lube aside.

Suguru lines the thin dildo up with Satoru's ass. Smacking his cheek. your sloppy wet cunt muffling Satoru's whine. Suguru nudges the head in, spitting in his hand and grabbing Satoru's cock.

Satoru lifts his head, "You arennnnnnn!" He moans when Suguru stuffs the thin dildo deep into Satoru's ass. Turning it on, leaving it on the highest setting, keeping it still, it's head pulsing against Satoru's g spot. "Fuck!" Suguru stuffs Satoru's head into your cunt.

Toji glides his cock out before he cums in your mouth. Pinching your nipple to hear your breathy whines get louder. He tugs on the leash, moving his hand to let you get a view of Satoru being a moaning mess between your legs with Suguru stuffing his ass.

Suguru looks at you and smirks, "Why not show him what it's like living with him? A pain in the fucking ass." Satoru bites your thigh in between the rope. Stopping when you cry. He licks the bite mark then stuffs his face into your soaking-wet cunt.

Satoru glides his tongue through your lips. Stroking your clit with the toy faster. Your cunt clenching his tongue. Satoru grabs the plug quickly fucking your asshole with it.

Toji orders, "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." Slapping his cock on your tongue. Stuffing his thick fat into your mouth with a groan. Your eyes sting with tears as you choke on him.

He pinches, twists, and tugs on your soft nipple. "Fuck her soft wet mouth feels so good on my cock." You pull Satoru's hair, struggling to reflexively arch your back, feebly twisting your hips away from Satoru. He rubs your clit faster with the toy, sending you over the edge.

Your gushing into Satoru's mouth, your body trembles with your toes curling. Toji's thick cock muffles your moans. Toji groans, "Look at that our slut can squirt." Satoru sets the toy aside still vibrating.

Suguru grabs Satoru's hair making you let Satoru's hair go. You watch as Suguru lifts Satoru up out of your cunt by his hair. Fucking the dildo faster into Satoru's ass. Suguru lets his hair go spitting into his palm and grabbing Satoru's cock swirling his fist.

Suguru croons, "Are you getting close? You wanna cum on her pretty cunt then stuff it in with your sensitive cock?" Satoru whines unable to answer until Suguru is pulling the toy out of him.

Satoru cries, "Why did you stop?" His cock throbbing from the lack of stimulation. Missing the feeling of being full of getting his g-spot fucked.

Suguru quickly retorts, "Why won't you stop waking me up when you crawl into my bed?"

You grab Toji's thick muscular thigh digging your nails in. He glides his cock out of your mouth, slipping off the bed. He yanks you upright by the leash, causing the leather collar to dig into your sore throat.

You grab the leather prying it away from your throat. Toji leans down, "What's your color beautiful?" Twisting you around and laying you on your back with your butt dangling off the edge of the bed.

You plea, "Green please I wanna cock in my cunt or ass!" Toji cups your cheek hanging off the edge of the bed. Softly messaging your cheek then roughly slapping your ass. The force of the thrust makes you lightly bounce.

He unwinds the leash, asking you, "What about both?" He hands the leash to Suguru who shoves a pout Satoru aside. He dramatically face plants into the pillow that Toji rips out from underneath him.

He sits up and points at both Suguru and Toji, "Yall are both assholes, why she wants your dick in her is beyond me. Fucking hell, not letting me cum, shoving me to the side, and stealing a pillow out from under me."

You chime in with, "Don't cry on my other pillows either." His eyes widen, his fingers lower and his bottom lip trembles.

Satoru's voice cracks "Et tu?"

"Call me brutus."

Toji grumbles, "Suguru stuff her mouth these two are killing it mentioning some random ass dude's name and speaking gibberish." Suguru tugs you closer to the middle of the bed. Where Toji grabs your ass and lifts you up stuffing the pillow underneath you.

Satoru crawls over and lays down next to you. You grab his cock, still wet with Suguru's spit. He softly kisses your cheek ignoring Suguru's cock dangling close by. He turns your head by your chin to steal a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Annoying ass thief I'm glad I didn't let you cum yet." Swirling your hand along Satoru's cock. His moans are beautiful, breathy, and needy. You could touch yourself listening to him moan.

Toji dips his head into your cunt licking up the sweet mess with loud groans. His nose occasionally nudges your soft, sensitive clit. He grabs the plug and tugs it out, setting it on your bed without giving a fuck. Softly biting your cunt's lips when you start to complain.

You break the kiss leaving Satoru's mouth at Suguru's mercy. Lifting your head looking down at Toji asking, "Did you bite me?" He slaps your cunt as Suguru nudges Satoru's lips with his cock.

You look to see Suguru grabbing Satoru's neck causing the chain leash to dig in. His thick cock glides past Satoru's glossy lips. His balls hit the top of Satoru's head. He’s so beautiful getting face fucked.

Toji grabs the male strap-on, steps into it, and sets the dildo above his own cock. He tightens the straps making sure it's comfortable and secure. He climbs onto the bed, holding both and lining himself up.

He nudges your ass with his warm, thick cock head. Swiping the cool dildo between your cunt's soft wet lips. Smearing your slick down it and gliding his cock head in. You reach down flattening your hand on Toji's hard abs.

There is a sweet pleasurable pain from Toji splitting your ass open. "Nnfuck your cock is going in! Put the other one! Please! Please! Pleeease!" Moaning when he gives you just the tip of your dildo. Stretching your wet cunt out alongside your lubed-up.

Suguru slips his cock out of Satoru's mouth. Satoru grabs your chin and roughly kisses you. And all you can taste is Suguru when Satoru's tongue rubs your's. You moan into his mouth when Toji's hips hit yours, roughly and quickly filling you up with both cocks.

He strokes your clit with his thumb, slowly rocking his hips, keeping a slow steady pace. He groans, "Fuck I don't think I can last long the dildo in her pretty cunt is pushing against my cock. Her ass is so soft n' tight, she's gonna make me bust too quickly."

Suguru grabs the bottle of lube off your side table handing it to Toji. He pulls out till the tips of the dildo and his cock are tugging both sloppy wet holes. He carefully pours a line of lube on his cock, then gives the bottle back.

Toji grabs a part of the rope binging your thigh by your side. "Stupid little slut keeping my cock hard walking around the house looking so damn fuckable." He uses that to pull you towards him as he slams into you. The dildo brushes your sweet spot with the perfect pressure to make you lose your mind.

Suguru sets the bottle aside, spitting in his hand and stroking his cock. Admiring Satoru and You making on the bed, your soft hand stroking Satoru's pretty cock. Smearing his thick white pre-cum down his cock with swipes of your thumb.

Your soft moans sound so beautiful alongside Satoru's needy whines. Suguru groans "I can't wait to feel the both of you."

Toji roughly fucks both cocks into you without mercy. Stroking your soft clit with his rough thumb, the bed rocking, your body would be harshly bouncing away if not for his grasp on the rope. The course rope rubs and presses more into your thigh.

Toji decides, "This house slut thing works whenever my cock gets hard I'll come to you." Fucking you harder, adding more pressure to your sensitive clit. Each quick stroke of your sweet spot has your mind going blank.

You can't focus enough to stroke Satoru's cock. He grabs your hand and sloppily fucks your hips. Suguru sticks his cock in between Satoru and You. You lick and kiss one side with Satoru sucking and licking the other. Your tongue brushing Satoru's.

You clench Toji with your ass and his massive beautiful muscular body trembles. He hunches over biting your chest, flicking your nipple with his tongue. His pace becoming sloppy. He lets you go and grunts, "Nn fuuuuck I don't wanna cum in ya yet mama wanna keep feeling you."

"Please cum, wanna feel your thick warm cum in my ass." Toji picks his pace keep, franticly fucking his cock into your soft warm ass. The sound of skin smacking skin joins the grunts, groans, and creaking of your bed. "Please daddy!" Toji busts instantly his thick warm cum shooting in your ass with a force you can feel.

Suguru pulls away and Satoru lets your hand go. He gets on his knees and grabs Suguru's hand pulling him in for a rough kiss. Leaving you all to Toji. He leans over, keeping enough space between to play with your soft sensitive clit.

His thick hard pecs into your face. You wrap your arms around him clawing his backside up with one hand. Burying your face into his chest, tugging on his hair. You can't help but bite down hard. The way Toji whines is getting you off.

He stops with his cock and dildo deep in you, keeping his cum from spilling out. "I couldn't stop cumming." He sits up out of your grasp, looking for another buttplug. "There's so much that I fucked deep into your ass." Snagging the biggest one, its thickest point is still thinner than Toji's cock.

Slowly pulling his cock and dildo out, slipping the plug in. He croons, "Can't let it drip out while Satoru and Suguru are fucking both their cocks into your messy slutty cunt." He kisses your forehead. "Ya did good for me, took my cock so well. How does your ass feel?"

You smile up at him, "Sore but good." He softly kisses you, keeping it short and quick. Pulling away Toji is quick to get out of the strap-on.

"I'll leave you at these two's mercy n' I'll be back for aftercare." He smirks, "Good luck you already look like a tired whore." He slaps your cunt then leaves you at Satoru and Suguru's mercy.

You look to see Suguru and Satoru sloppy kissing each other. Suguru has his large hand around both cocks, holding them together. Satoru slowly grinds his hips, rubbing their cocks together.

You suggest, "Why not rub your dicks together in me?"

Suguru breaks away from Satoru and drops the leash. "And here Toji was wishing her luck." He grabs his knife off the desk. "After all that she is already ready for more." Suguru lifts you up by your throat. His fingers are beneath the leather collar.

You feel so perfectly helpless and vulnerable tied up, held in the air by your throat. With two big guys about to sandwich in between their hard chest. You're about to feel their cocks rubbing together inside you after watching them make out.

Suguru and Satoru line their cocks up. Suguru lightly nudges past your lips. Satoru is rubbing down your slit, groaning when he feels Suguru's cock head brush his. Then gliding his wet head to your clit, stroking you.

You can't shift your hips to sink yourself down on Suguru's cock. Satoru remembers, "Weren't you about to show us how a whore begs to be a sugar baby?" You're clenching nothing, aching to feel them both.

Suguru grabs your hip, and Satoru squeezes your other hip. He presses the knife to your neck whilst glides his head in. Teasing you with his tip before pulling out. He swirls his cockhead in small circles o your clit.

Satoru taunts, "Before we double stuff your messy little cunt tell us what you are?" He loves the sight of your soft pretty nub touching his pale pink cock head.

You confess, "I'm a needy cock loving pervert who spends too much time reading smut and playing with her cunt. Please fuck me into a mindless mess then pamper me afterwards." Satoru lines himself up, with their strength they can stuff their cocks in together.

You loudly cry from the overwhelming sweet pain. Digging your nails into Satoru's hard pec whilst reaching behind you. Grabbing a handful of Suguru's hair. You are desperate to ground yourself, but they don't give you a chance.

Their pace is uneven causing their cocks to stroke each other's. Satoru grabs your hair. "Pretty little slut you gonna eat the creampie Suguru and I make if I spit it into your mouth?"

You can't think of a response. It's impossible to think with their cocks stirring your guts up and the cool metal of the knife against your neck.

Suguru croons, "We just stuck our cocks in, are you really this easy to break?" His pace is harder but slower than Satoru's. His cockhead reaches just beneath Suguru's but he's thicker pressing Satoru against your g-spot with intense pressure.

Satoru points out with a cocky smirk, "Our slut only had enough energy to beg for more cock." He slips his finger underneath the collar tugging on it. "We should get her one just for her. What do you want your collar to say? Should it say brat, house slut, or cock sleeve?" You're so full, their cocks reaching so deep.

Suguru looks down into your eyes and groans, "She's such a pretty whore taking both our cocks in her soft wet cunt." Satoru's pace falters, his cock lightly twitching, veins pulsing. "You close already? With her tight cunt pressing our cocks together I feel the pulsing of your cock."

Satoru whines "Can't help it I was so close earlier n' I really wanna cum." He leans down softly kissing you, cupping your cheek. Gently cradling your face like he isn't bullying your sore, sensitive soaking-wet cunt with his cock.

Suguru slips his hand in between Satoru and You, flicking your nipple with the knife. There is an exciting fear that he could cut you at any moment. Part of you hope he does when he glides the knife lightly across your thigh in between the ropes.

Satoru whines, his pace falters, slowly down and getting harder. Satoru moans as thick warm cum trickles from his cock in short quick bursts. He grabs your bound thigh and digs his nails into your skin between the tight rope.

Suguru groans picking his pace up chasing his high. Fucking Satoru's thick cum deeper into you getting you off. Satoru breaks the sloppy, rough kiss and whines, "Fuck her soft cunt, your soft yet hard cock both is too much. I wanna do this again later, please I wanna cock warm with both of our cocks in her."

Your soft cunt squeezing their cocks is becoming too much for Satoru. He pulls out, getting on his elbow and licking where Suguru and You connect. Your trembling, eyes rolling back, tears trickling down your face.

"Look me in the eyes and lemme see you crying." Suguru wraps his large hand around your neck tilting your head up. He stares into your eyes, fighting to keep his pace steady. Satoru groans, "Cum in her, lemme taste you both." Suguru falters, stopping with his cock balls deep in your sloppy cunt.

His thick warm cum steadily pours into you from his fat head. "You're both beautiful filthy cum loving perverts." Satoru gets on his knees grabbing you by the rope. He bounces you on Suguru's thick cock making him tremble.

Slowly Satoru lifts you off Suguru's cock. Softly laying out down, slowly pulling out the buttplug, and carefully undoing the rope, checking over for any burns.

Suguru accuses, "That was a bitch move." Carefully unfastening your collar and lightly massaging your sore neck. Their actions are a wonderful gentle contrast to how they were manhandled and fucked you a moment prior.

Satoru retorts, "So was edging me." He flips Suguru off who rolls his eyes.

Satoru softly peppers kisses along the sore indention of the rope's pattern in your thighs. "There is no rope burn, but I don't want you to try and walk anywhere. Get one of us to carry you if need be." He dips his tongue into your sloppy cunt getting a thick mix of cum in his mouth.

Kissing you softly spitting the cum into your mouth. Then pulling away, softly encouraging you, "Swallow, good, that's it. Such a good slut."

Toji comes back into the room, "I got a bubble bath going in Suguru's bathroom along with some candles. I'm not getting in but one of you can." He checks his phone. "In an hour the food I put on Satoru's card will be here."

Satoru stretches your legs out, softly massaging your thighs. "I feel too good right now to care how you got that information." He slips off the bed, leans over to pick you up, cradling you to his chest. "I'll take a bath while Suguru can do the laundry he prides himself on doing."

Suguru suggests, "We should flip a coin to see who gets to bathe with her and who washes the bedding."

[monstersholygrail]

Imagine a big terrifying Alien who’s only heard about love and affection from watching human interactions and romance movies. And ever since then he’s been such a lovable and cuddly guy, but only for you, the one who showed him these great treasures.

Now you can’t go a second without his large hands on you. The way they curl around your limbs and pull you tight against him. His hands that always seem to wander, squishing your soft flesh in his palms, pinching and tweaking at your sensitive nipples, and sliding down to cup and rub the curious heat between your thighs.

And if you could ever manage to sit in your own seat again it would be a miracle. The alien immediately drags you down onto his lap whenever you go to sit down. If you dare to sit next to him or god forbid across from him, he’ll just pick you up and plop you right back into his lap, not caring that he’s knocking over everything on the table in his path.

It’s all innocent, he’s just exploring new sensations with someone he trusts. At least that’s what you tell yourself. Ignoring the knowing glint in his eyes and excusing the alerts you’ve been getting about someone accessing unauthorized websites on your computer.

It’s too hard to think right now anyway as you rock against his skilled fingers that curl inside of you, hitting that spongy spot that has your eyes rolling back. Your thighs and his a mess as they’re drenched in your release. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum tonight.

He just won’t stop touching you, long thick digits reaching the deepest parts of you. Gliding along your gummy walls and igniting your nerves with every flick of his wrist. Loud squelching echos in your bunker and you’ve long stopped trying to be quiet. Who cares if your crew knows what you’re doing? It’s just another lesson, that’s all.

“O-oh what a good— good mate. Doing so w-well f’me. Can’t get enough, can you? So desperate for my fingers,” the Alien murmurs in your ear, lust seeping into his tone.

You squeeze your eyes tightly, trying not to think about how he learned to talk like that. But instead letting his praise wash over you as he slips in another thick digit, scissoring his fingers and stretching you so deliciously. Ragged moans tear from your throat, body arching into his touch as you grow more and more tense.

Cute little pleased clicks from the Alien’s throat drown out your cries of pleasure as you shake in his arms. Your release gushing all over his fingers and adding to wet spot forming on your bed. He still doesn’t stop, working you through it till overstimulation has your toes curling and your body twitching.

You know he’ll keep touching and touching till you cum all over again and your hips roll back into his, wanting even more. You can feel his massive bulge digging into your ass and promising pleasure out of this world. And you’ve been to many of them.

With a gentle tug, you guide the Alien’s hand out of your core, watching it drip with your release. The Alien hisses at you, very put out that you’ve stopped his loving touches. But you gently shush him and turn around to straddle his giant lithe frame. Your hands already moving to the hem of his sweatpants.

“I think maybe we can move onto your next lesson now. There are many forms of human intimacy you’ve yet to discover, sweet one,” you say seductively.

Just as you slowly tug his sweatpants down enough to have his fat cock pop out from its confines and slap against his toned stomach. His length soaked with his own release just from your grinding but still rock hard.

Oh, he had so much to learn…

Part 2…?

[pizzaapeteer]

Succumb to the lust

On the eve of Halloween your three idiotic friends Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire and Theodore Nott invite you over for an evening of spooky fun watching horror films. However, they don't expect to release a trapped spirit, taking the night for a turn unravelling some longing desires bubbling in the pit between the four of you. Warnings: NSFW 18+, foursome, throat fucking, dirty talk, swearing, anal, double penetration, PIV, cunnilingus, f! orgasm, multiple m! orgasms, fem reader is possessed by a succumbs, a demon that survives on semen. The bold italics is her thoughts. I got vvv carried away in this 8k fic!! An: Apologises for posting this almost a month later 'halloween' fic. heads up i've never written a 4some before so I hope this is okay! <3

The thick lining of emerald covered walls do little to quieten the echo from the rowdy shouts of chatter, the sounds encapsulating around you ensuring you heard the group of boys well before you saw them. As usual, the expansive space of the Slytherin’s boy’s dorm accommodated by your three friends, greets you with the resident pungency of boyish charm. The three of them, congested and huddled like bunnies in a tight-knit burrow, are focused entirely on none other than a muggle computer.

Theo and Lorenzo hover closely behind Mattheo’s shoulder, their tall broad frames hunched with intense focus, their eyes glued to the screen, watching with excitement and a hint of fear.

Theo observes with an eagle’s line of sight, mentioning tactics of strategy to Mattheo, with his finger outstretched, pointing towards the pixelated scenery where Mattheo’s character depicted manoeuvres through the haunted maze. On Mattheo’s other side, Lorenzo presses a firm hand upon his shoulder, taking a more aggressive and chaotic tactic. Shouting bollock loads of commentary on the best way to attack the monster.

Which leaves the victim, Mattheo perched on the chair between them, his eyes flickering like a hummingbird’s wings, his brows furrowed frozen as if moulded in cement. His irritation spikes under the growing overstimulation he’s endeavouring, only resulting in another failure. Three loud shrieks fill the room when the monster jumps at the screen, it now flashing GAME OVER as the character succumbs.

A laugh unable to be contained, bellies out from you with pure delight, having watched Theo and Lorenzo almost knock Mattheo clean out of his chair in fright. The sound makes for an unconcealed alert of your presence, the extent of their swearing coming to a halt. “What’s going on here that’s got you three jumping out of your skins?”

They adjust their positions at your arrival, striking nonchalant relaxing poses, each giving you three gestures of hello. “Nothing, nothing, just playing a game.” It’s the eve of Halloween, a stormy night setting the spooky atmosphere - and what better way to spend it watching horror films. 

“Not the most feared guys in school scared of a little muggle game?” Instantly the tease in your tone replaces their once friendly expressions with the forming of three scowls and loud resorts of denial brushing off your taunt. 

“Uh huh.” You reply sarcastically, letting out a light giggle, shutting the door behind you with a click. The sound of your sweet laugh eases their original annoyance, each of their hearts swooning internally. It didn’t matter that you were making fun of them. It was so light and infectious it had even the toughest of boys’ hearts melting.

“So what movie did we wanna watch?” You ask, removing another layer, tossing it without looking onto one of their unmade beds. The room falls into a comfortable silence and you think nothing of it, assuming they’re deep in thought about your question. With precision, your focus remains entirely on neatly lining your shoes up by their door. Too caught up in the minor details of your perfectionism to notice the lingering brazen glances that follow the way you bend, showing off the fine curve of your ass.

Mattheo, lost in the hypnotisation of sinful exposure, relaxes himself with an overconfident lean on the back feet of his chair. The chair rocks with the unstableness of a stack of playing cards, collapsing out from under him in a sudden thud. The room crackles with the roars of laughter erupting from Theo and Enzo, breaking the peaceful silence. 

The loud antics snap your attention and you turn, assessing the situation of Mattheo’s clumsiness, him sprawled with a bitter grimace on the floor. Quirking a teasing smile, you offer a hand down to him. “Still spooked, Matty?”

He brushes off his embarrassment with a roll of his eyes and accepts your hand. The contact is gentle, showing his softened-down self saved for you before his face hardens, shooting a joking glare at his friends to knock it off.

“Very funny. I don’t scare easily, sweetheart.” He scoffs, shrugging off your minor hit, making the others snicker at his response.

“Sure ya don’t.” Giving a mocking nod, you stifle a laugh at his bitter defiance. “Anyway, imma pop to the bathroom. You guys sort something to watch, yeah?” Backing up towards their shared lavatory, emphasizing your words heavily while you point a finger at the three of them as if to address children. 

They give you a chorus “Yes ma’am!”, watching your frame vanish behind the wooden door. The second you’re no longer within hearing distance, an agitated sigh released from Mattheo. “Dude, what the fuck-.”

“Don’t look at me. You’re the idiot that fell out of his chair-”

“Please, I was stretching-.“

“-don’t play daft. Your jaw was on the fucking floor.”

Lorenzo’s gaze shifts away from the dispute behind him to the screen exiting the game. He takes the moment in charge to inspect around the muggle device - the three of them had stolen it off one of the pretentious muggle born Ravenclaw’s. Their plan originally to throw it off the astronomy tower for fun had switched when Theo had the curious idea to check it out first. Alas, they stumbled upon the game that had grabbed their attention for the last thirty minutes.

He continues to browse through internet explorer before his brows pull together, chuckling with intrigue. “Ooh what’s this?” Lorenzo interrupts the rambling ongoing behind him, his eyes drawn towards the blaring red picture of a busty girl with devil horns. A Halloween game advertisement that all too easily enhances his attention, luring him in with a magnetic pull. 

“Feeling lonely huh Berk, poor Ravenclaw couldn’t satis-oof-the fuck was that for, twat.” Theo releases a low grunt, his tease shut down by the sharpness of Lorenzo’s elbow jabbing into him. 

Mattheo smirks amused, leaning back against the four-poster beam, his gaze flickering over Lorenzo’s shoulder with a curious eye. “Don’t do anything stupid, Enzo.” 

Enzo grins, looking back at him, “Oh shut the fuck up, I’m the smartest here.” 

“I beg to differ.” Theo mutters. 

As if to prove Theo right, he’s already clicking on the ad with little to none rationality before the others can suggest better of it. “Enzo, what the hell did you do?!” Theo comments with frustration, watching as the ad fills up the screen, aggressively taking over control.

The computer once fully functional glitches and sparks shoot out the side, smoke ejecting out the back surrounding the machine. “YOU BROKE THE BOX THING!” “I did nothing!” “Bullshit, you fucking clicked that stupid ad-.” “Yeah! It was working perfectly before!” “don’t blame me! It was fucking tits-.” There’s a swat to the back of his head discipling Lorenzo’s greedy eyes, and he scowls bitterly. 

During the boys’ argument, electricity surges through the circuits, a powerful force traveling along the wires. Unaware to the boys, they’ve just released a deadly spirit trapped inside the confines of a pornographic ad. A wise and extremely driven succubus Mazien, banished to live out a 10000 years, advertising to sinners the luxurious pleasures of sex. A torturous punishment of watching hundreds, thousands of humans cumming over and over but forbidden to unlock the power of semen shown before her eyes.

As you move to exit the bathroom, you reach to flick the light off, but a surge of electricity vibrates through your body, shocking you. The current of electricity zaps with a powerful blast, hurling you backwards into the wall with a loud thud. The hardness of wood breaks your fall, the violent impact leaving you frazzled as you release a deep groan of achiness. 

Silence falls in the bedroom before three shouts of your name call out in panic. A multitude of concerned knocks rat on the door rapidly, wanting your attention, and seemingly only causing your head to throb harder. There’s a moment of weariness in your eyes before a dark glowing red blurs your vision and you pass out. 

Holy shit, it worked! It actually worked. Oh my god! I’m free!! A voice rings vibrating inside your head. The sound is so clear yet so distant. Must have hit your head pretty hard if you’re hearing voices. You try to shift and rub it, but the movement doesn’t happen. Your body acting on its own accord.

You lift your hands, examining them as if inspecting the delicacy of them for the first time. They look normal so far as you watch behind a tunneled vision, standing and stretching, your body cracks as though unmoved for a thousand years. The steps to the mirror feel daunting in your apprehension of what you’re about to witness. 

And then the voice rings out again, a sultry consciousness that’s loud and overbearing, a voice echoing, pounding around your membrane. Fuck me this girl is hot. I sure know how to pick ‘em. 

It’s a woman’s voice, you can tell. Watching with a hypnotized gaze at whose reflection glances back at you in the mirror. You recognize the familiarness of your features, though something lurks behind your usual humanized eyes, and then there’s your abnormal action. 

A wicked grin gleams, your tongue running along the line of teeth seductively as you check yourself out. Whoever she is, she’s clearly happy to have possessed you. Possessed right? That’s the only logical explanation for what’s happening. Though nothing about this is logical!

Her body is fuckin fit. Why are her tits not further out…I’ll just mmh uh huh yeah that’s better. With impatient hands, you pull down the fabric of your shirt, exposing far more skin than you would have preferred, fixing it the perfect way Mazien likes. Next your hair. Fingers that usually carry themselves with tender touches threads aggressively ruffling your hair into a disheveled but sexy mess. Observing peculiarly the tactical style Mazien alters your appearance, you lean forwards inspecting your lips, forming a cute pout reapplying the lip gloss found in your pocket. 

Another round of thumps slams on the door, stealing your attention, pausing the newfound vainness you’re showcasing. Listening to the murmurs, you register male voices, deep tones that lull your ears, a peaceful heaven. A strong whiff of testosterone fills your senses, the scent gliding under the door engulfing you like a familiar drug. It calls towards you like sweet temptation. Inhaling again with a deep breath, you’re able to identify the redolent of not one but three young oversexed guys. 

Gazing back at yourself in the mirror, the reflection projects a gorgeous, overconfident young woman. Beneath the eyes there’s a tinted guard, a hidden panel of glass creating a one sided window that allows a view of Mazien’s perspective of yourself. But deeper there’s an anxious girl watching with uncertainty, feeling as if your heart should beat with a rapid thump on the verge of stopping. Instead, your pulse spikes with ambition and excitement at what awaits. I’m in for a treat. 

You’re practically begging through the thickness of your thoughts to communicate and halt her ambitions with whoever the hell is in your body. She doesn’t appear to listen, moving confidently to unlock the door and greet your friends. 

They each turn to the door and it’s like a scene straight out of an 80s movie. Three boys stand aghast around a beautiful creation emerging from their wildest fantasies. As if a smoke of cloud had appeared behind you, effortless breaths of wind blowing your hair and a gleaming spotlight captivating your beauty. 

You appear normal enough. Flashing them an amused smile, Mazien knows her touch ups to your appearance have worked their magic. Holy fuck, aren’t these boys a sight for sore eyes!

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Cocking a curious brow, you step back into the cozy nest of boisterous chaos that now remains a quiet tension. Your tone is sweet, feigning innocence and obliviousness. 

They shrug nonchalantly, acting as if they hadn’t all just been drooling over you. Though you’ve always been beautiful, there’s something different about you they can’t quite put their tongue on.

Theo is the first to speak. Clicking his mouth with a low hum, he observes you with his usual intenseness, taking in every detail about you. His lips pull in a calming smile, finding interest in the newfound confidence you’re asserting. “You alright bella?” 

Nodding, you grin reassuringly, “yeah I’m perfect, just got a little shock. What happened out here?” Your lips shine under the illuminating lights, enticing their eyes to flutter, taking in the shimmer sparkling on them. Had they always been that pretty, that luscious and full? 

Enzo chuckles, brushing off the issue as no big deal. “nothi-“

“Enzo brought a virus onto the machine and broke it.” Mattheo states blankly, happy to shove his friend under the bus. 

Muttering a bitter motherfucker under his breath, he turns, defending himself with feigned innocence. “What! I did no such thing!” Looking directly at you with playful cuteness, hoping you’ll believe him. 

You’re used to their bickering antics and would normally roll your eyes, but Mazien controlling you is highly entertaining and releases a giggle unlike yourself. It’s not high pitched and cringe like you’d expect. It’s sweet and flirtatious? 

You didn’t even know your voice could break a pitch that high, but it grabs the boy’s attention in a new way as they consume the energy, you’re inviting them to match. “Enzo, what did you click on?” You ask with another teasing tone as you sweet talk him.

He bites his lip, trying to appear nonchalant, but he’s beginning to sweat anxiously. They never talk about their sexual desires around you. “Nothing, I just got curious.”

Oh baby boy I know exactly what you clicked on.

Theo, much like Mattheo, finds enjoyment in ripping the rug out from Enzo. “Curious, my ass. Fuckin horny shit.” Theo rolls his eyes, hiding the smirk at his friend. His tone is low, but you’re able to make out what he’s saying with Mazien’s heightened hearing.  

Pouting with feigned confusion, your brows crease, crossing your arms, projecting your tits to compress. “Horny? What did you click on?” 

A slight flush threatens its way up Lorenzo’s neck, and Theo and Mattheo snicker at his embarrassment. Mattheo speaks up, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “nothing to worry your pretty head about y/n, let’s just watch the movie yeah.” He speaks reassuringly with comfort that the usual you would embrace, but with Mazien inside your veins, she wants a little fun. 

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m feeling that anymore.” Your eyes linger on Enzo as if checking him out. “Not if Enzo’s feeling a little… hot.” 

Lorenzo’s flush finally breaks the surface, adoring his skin a deep red, and he laughs, stretching his arms awkwardly. He’s not entirely sure how to react, but one glance at your tantalizing gaze and he suddenly grins with an idea. “Oh yeah idk if I can focus on anything right now with all this going on.” 

Mattheo and Theo share looks of confusion, “dude wtf.” 

“It’s okay.. I don’t mind helping Enzie out. It is Halloween, after all. You all deserve a treat.” Grinning with satisfaction, you move in front of the three of them. Mazien inspects the difference in their sizes and yourself. It’s not extreme, but it still has your mind spiraling at the strength they could inflict on you, enthusing her of what’s coming.

“Treats?” They repeat their ears tuned in like dogs, the three of them tilting their heads with uncertainty, sharing curiosity with one another. There’s no logical explanation for how you’re acting right now and their minds tick like time bombs trying to unravel the mystery of your sudden change in behavior . 

Despite their brutal confusion, there’s something lingering under the surface, an itch desperate to be scratched. You’ve all been friends since first year, a strong friendship held together by the bonds of trauma, pranks and overall deep respect. The strings threaten to loosen with the suggestion, and their weakening control slips with sexual interest at the opportunity you’re possibly offering them. 

No way they’re actually buying into this? Course they are, sweetheart. These horn dogs may be your friends, but they want to fuck you all the same. Mazien addresses you suddenly through your mind. Is she on your side? 

“Yeah, something with a sweet kick.” Your finger taps lightly under each of their chins, walking past them individually, holding their undivided attention. “A little tang that will tickle my tastebuds.” Until you stop in front of lucky boy number one, Enzo.

His brows furrow at the delicate caress of your hand cupping his jaw, having no time to react as your lips press with an eagerness onto his. A small moan leaves your lips and Enzo’s shock melts instantly away, replaced by a hungry desire kissing back forcibly. His tongue is already diving greedily and getting lost in the sensation of this fantasy. The kiss is messy, and your hands roam over his sides getting excited at his lusted participation. 

Theo and Mattheo share a look with one another, not quite believing the sight presented before them. You’re making out with Enzo right in front of them. Their jaws are practically on the floor. You pull back grinning a seductive look letting out a flirtatious giggle. You look over at Theo and Mattheo. “Aw, are you boys feeling lonely?”

You move quicker than usual, the sexual endurance from Enzo’s kiss fueling your energy levels within. Colliding your lips against Mattheo, the energy eccentric with lust, your fingers threading into the depths of his locks with a force that entices a groan from his throat. Like Enzo’s, it’s messy, his hands sliding around your frame, pressing you up against him. You reach searching for the third boy, looping your fingers through Theo’s pant hoops and guiding him towards you with dominance as you switch to smashing your lips onto his instead. 

The initial shock vanishes as quickly as it arose, the three of them falling into their usual sexual confidence in the bedroom. Mattheo’s fingers skillfully meander, assimilating every nook and grove of your body, his lips finding their place opposite Enzo as they graze feverish kisses on either side of your neck. Both determined to taint the sensitive tissue with prideful marks, while Theo ensures you feel his dominance just with the force of his tongue. A mass of moans meshing amongst the three of you in sexual pleasure. 

This is too easy! I’ll have these boys cumming in no time. 

Tilting your head backwards from Theo, you relish the breath of air that fills you, releasing a satisfied hum at Mattheo and Lorenzo’s actions, forming goosebumps along your skin. Small moans stumble from your needy, enfeebled state, your heartbeat fluttering with rapid thumps down to your core. You close your eyes, caught up in the bliss caging both boy’s lips to your neck, Theo watching with a darkened look in his eye. The pure sounds you utter breathlessly send vibrations straight to their aching groins, the sultriness in your voice blurring their minds in a foggy cloud, a sight they never imagined experiencing. 

The way you carried your confidence in everyday life was nothing compared to the level of seduction present, hooking into their skin with a tight hold. Just like a fish limping out of water, there was no use in struggling for air. You already had your hand on their throats and they invited the feeling in. It’s unlike anything they’d expect from you, the total bliss adorning upon your face with poise, hypnotizing them lustfully. 

Their pants tightening doesn’t go unnoticed and you smirk arrogantly. “Aw, are we feeling a little tense, boys?” Rotating to align yourself in the center of their angled legs, you lower down onto your knees. Fingers lined with yearning graze up the lengths of Mattheo and Enzo thighs, inching up the innermost part towards their dark cravings. “Well, what are you waiting for? Whip out those pretty cocks.” 

The lewd words that glide from your pretty lips short-circuits their brains, a part of them convinced this is a weird connected dream the three of them are sharing. They all start speaking at once, revealing their reactions, looking hesitant, wondering who will be the first brave soldier to succumb. 

“Merlin sake…” “fuckin hell who knew you were such a slut y/n-“ “are you insane!? I’m not getting my cock out in front of these two idiots!” “Aw feeling shy huh Mattheo?” “Dont be such a puss-” “Hey! Shut the fuck up before I shut it up for you.”

“Ah ah ah boys!” Grabbing their attention with a few claps, the sound loud and commanding as you tut at them. Your hands climb their way up Theo’s long trousers, gazing with lustful wide eyes between the three of them. It’s an unholy sight driving Mazien mad while you watch paralyzed within your mind at the scene about to unfold. 

It’s alright baby, we’ll convince them to sit tight. 

Biting your lip, your head tilts innocently. “First one to show me their cock gets to fuck me. You do wanna fuck me don’t you boys?” The mocking undertone rolls of your tongue pleasantly, and your heartbeat spikes a heated desire growing within.

The silence is deafening, your promise hanging in the air within each of their grasps. With lightning speed, they quickly loosened their belts, synchronised and lower their trousers. You giggle, eating up their neediness. The more desperate, the better they’ll cum. 

Your eyes light up, analyzing the three different dicks presented in offering towards you. Theodore stands to your right and even with a brief look, it’s easily the biggest out of the three. The sight creates erotic images thinking about it filling you up. Mattheo standing in the middle pumps his own, his fingers gliding along the thickness, a protruding vein catching your eye. Last, Lorenzo’s pink tip gleams and your eyes take in the slight curve of his length, mouth watering at the view. 

The slow, excruciating moment of your appreciation is short-lived as they grow restless under your tantalizing gaze. Mattheo, never one to show patience, reaches first his hands, diving into your hair and tightly pulling you towards him. “You got what you wanted, so don’t get shy now.” Gladly, you open your mouth, allowing him to glide his cock inside. 

A deep sigh falls from his luscious lips, moaning a quiet, “f-fuck.” Your lips slide along his length, sucking with determination, hollowing your cheeks. Resting a hand on his thigh, you bob, inching further down causing your mouth to salivate. Pulling off, ignoring his protest, you spit the newly created drool in both hands, taking a hold of Theo and Enzo’s dick pumping them.

You can feel the way your pussy clenches, desperate for this fantasy coming to life. A surge of energy fills the air, like a switch being flipped, and you know you’ve lost control. Theo and Enzo rest their hands on your head, encouraging you to take Mattheo’s cock further. The force of their hold makes you gag around Mattheo’s dick, moaning out.

A shared degrading laugh falls collectively. “Aw look, she’s taken you so well Matt.”

“For such a small mouth she sure can fill herself well.”

“Fuck..cant wait to see her really stuffed.”

Mattheo’s hips thrust with vigorous strength, ensuring he grazes the back of your throat. “Oh-h yeah baby like that. Look at that a total fuckin slut taking me so well.” 

“Never thought I’d see the day she was choking on one of our dicks.” Lorenzo smirks, highly entranced by the tears pooling in your eyes threatening to spill with each buck of Mattheo’s hips. 

It’s only a few seconds later and oxygen is being welcomed back into your lungs before being stolen by the tight hold that Theo redirects your head towards his brightening, reddened tip. Mattheo releases an exasperated, audible protest. “What the fuck are you doing?!” 

“You’re fuckin hogging her.” Replacing where your mouth once occupied on Mattheo’s cock with your enthusiastic hands. Theo groans, enjoying the way your jaw relaxes in order to accommodate for his size. “That’s it baby, take it a little more.” 

Your hand falls from Enzo’s grasp as he retreats, moving around behind you, pressing the heat of his chest to your back. A desperate caress of his hands covers your body, sliding up to massage your tits from behind and he whispers grazing your ear, “so perfect. Gonna let me do whatever I want?”

Eyes still glued to Theo’s deepened frown, his low tone muttering curses in Italian, making you moan at the visionary sight. You give a small nod, lips still around his cock at Enzo’s words.

Your knees lift, assisting Enzo in ridding the tedious barrier of your shorts and panties before elevating your ass for him. “You two are missing out. This is the real treat.” Your mind flutters in a flurry as Enzo slides his tongue along your slit in one long, tortuous tease. His hands take hold of your thighs, pushing them apart with a nudge of his knee. 

Erupting a squeal, you moan around Theo’s cock. “F-fuckin hell bella, Enzo keep doing that she’s lovin it.” Theo commands his hand, pulling tighter on your hair. “Oh yeah..yeah like that.”

Mattheo, who’s still bristling at the stolen blowjob attention, releases a shaky breath, attempting to contain his jealousy. Antsy he slides a hand under the top of your tank, groaning when greeted by the bare flesh of your tit. He squeezes urgently, fingers swallowing your skin in his grasp, enticing breathless gasps. 

Waves of hot pleasure course along your veins under the weight of the boys’ touches and their vocal displays of gratification. The sensations enhance your arousal, greedily devoured by Enzo spreading your cheeks further apart to dig deeper, sucking at the new douse of wetness. 

Holy shit! I can feel how much you love this sweet girl. You wanna cum so badly, don’t you? Mazien laugh echoes inside your head. 

From your backseat position, you can feel the way your body is reacting to everything happening. It’s an insatiable feeling experiencing it all while being unable to control your body or actions. Every nerve heightened as if lit by the fires of hell. Your legs tremble under Lorenzo’s grip, weakening your stature, your head spinning with nauseating need.

You don’t have time to feel embarrassed when you are under the control of Mazien. If anything, you feel grateful. She senses that and releases Theo’s cock from your mouth, replacing it with your hand again, smirking at your thoughts. 

Holding both Mattheo’s and Theo’s cocks, you pump them, angling their tips towards your mouth, waiting with your tongue sticking out eagerly. They grunt, their shoulders touching, standing close in order to have the right position for you. You watch how their brows crease, frustrated with pleasure, both their hands holding your hair with iron grips for stability. 

You moan at Enzo’s relentless pace in eating you out, his tongue bringing endless attention towards your clit. The skillful flick of his tongue overwhelming the bundle of senses and your legs convulse, squeezing his head.

You can tell they’re both being stubborn, competing against one another for your praise at who can hold out the longest. You swirl your tongue, licking the tips of both their cocks as one, not caring if they find it awkward. “You’re close aren’t ya..come on boys cum for me.”

“Jesus mate, just fucking cum already.” Mattheo smirks between breaths and moans. 

“Be my guest Riddle.” Theo grunts, his breath equally ragged, “M-maledetto.” 

You roll your eyes at their bickering, continuing to press your ass up, grinding back on Enzo’s blissful face, his hands digging into your cheeks, likely bruising the skin. These boys are so cute, they wanna please us so badly. Deciding their competitiveness is starting to delay the process of Mazien getting what she needs, you give them a glorious offer. “Whoever cums first gets my ass.” 

Eyes widening with lust, Mattheo is quick to cum, the idea of getting to be the first one to fill your tight sacred hole, pushing him over. His hands grip your hair, tugging with a force to ensure your mouth envelops him once more, not allowing you to miss every shot of fluid that jets tainting your tongue. 

Instantly you’re hit with the nostalgic tang of salty cum. It coats your throat like a refreshing elixir hydrating your body after a drought. The taste satisfying glides with ease at your natural mechanism to swallow. Pulling back with a happy pop, you hum heavenly at the first batch. Oh yeah, this is exactly what I need. 

Theo scoffs a laugh, redirecting your focus back onto his aching cock. “God, Matt always has been an ass man, haven’t you?” 

Mattheo’s head still tilted back pants with a blissful expression coating his face, eyes still closed. “Of course it’s the best hole.” When he regains his breath, he squats down, pulling your shirt down and releasing your tit. “Sweet tasty of victory, god these fucking tits y/n.” He mumbles, taking a mouthful of your nipple, swirling his tongue around it, squeezing the other in a circular motion. 

Sensing the arrival of your orgasm, you squeeze Theo’s cock, needing something to grip, your eyes closing with pleasure etched on your face continuously muttering moans. Enzo increases his pace, diving his tongue further inwards, lapping with the intensity of a starved man. Mattheo and Theo hold you still, preventing your body from squirming as you try to both escape and embrace the pleasure.  

He moans, talking you through your climax. “So pretty for’me, that’s it sweetheart soaking my face.” The overstimulation pushes you over the brink, causing the sickly downpour of cum to drench Enzo’s sweet lips. A deep glottal groan ricochets against your clit spurring a high mew, making him chuckle, swallowing your juices with happiness, not bothered about himself not orgasming yet. 

Theo’s hips jut at the peak of his own orgasm, his hands felicitously press a hand to the back of your head, warranting you can’t pull back, making you take the entirety of him. Oh this boy has a load on him. I’ll swallow it all!

Your eyes prick once again, your throat constricting around the depth of his length, snuggly emptying himself with broken groans. You love it, eyes gleaming with a lively sparkle, being used exactly how you need to be. I can feel it working already! But they don’t look down, always have more room for semen.

Mattheo continues his attack, sucking along the tops of your cleavage, relishing in the coughs of air you take in Theo’s release. You clean the access of the drool from the corners of your mouth, resting your chin atop of Mattheo’s head for support. He eats up every gasped whimper you elicit as he plants hickies along the sides of the tissue.

Theo doesn’t hesitate to push him out of the way again. “Quit marking her like she’s yours. Move her on the bed.” 

Mattheo scowls at his scolding, frowning at Theo’s audacity. “Who put you fucking in charge?”

“I think I get a little credit for lasting the longest.” Theo smirks “isn’t that right, bella?” 

You lean back into the comfort of Enzo’s lap, his burly thighs acting in support for your feeble state. Enzo’s arms scoop under yours, lifting and pulling you up and onto the bed, letting you lay fully down. “No need to fight, plenty to go around.” Watching Theo and Mattheo advance you smirk with a desired appetite. 

Enzo hastily lifts you up to release your tits from the confines of your tank and a chorus of groans fills the room, watching with darkened eyes at how your tits bounce, recoiling from the action. Enzo peers overtop, muttering huskily mostly to himself, “Fuck me, she came over not even wearing a bra.” 

“Yeah figured that when I had my one out in the ope-” 

“Piss off Riddle I couldn’t fuckin see.” Enzo rolls his eyes with deep irritation at the amused smug Mattheo shoots him. He redirects his attention down to you, flicking his eyes over the relaxed state your breasts fall, rising with each shallow breath you release. 

He cups a hand under your jaw, tilting it backwards to capture your gaze, giving you a filthy cheek of a grin. Even upside down, he looks handsome as ever, adorned with the glistening remains of yourself on his pretty lips. His eyes hold contact with you, foreheads pressed together intimately as he lowers down, replicating the spiderman kiss. 

His lips move with rushed intensity, tongues tangling with one another, transferring yourself onto your tongue, dirtying your taste. It’s a filthy delicious flavour, rendering you weak with feeling. Mazien doesn’t mind either, relishing in the taste of yourself on your lips. Oh sweet baby you taste absolutely sinful. 

Her words only add to the heat scorching your body, an itch under your skin being scratched delightfully and you moan pressing further into Enzo’s kiss. Cupping his cheek, your nails scratch into his scalp, keeping him perfectly in place. 

Mattheo and Theo roll their eyes, watching Lorenzo’s seduction tactics and crawl up on either side of you, latching a mouthful to each one of your breasts. Their styles differ from one another, Mattheo’s tongue circling and grazing his teeth over the sensitive nipple. While Theo flattens his tongue with slowness, pressing thousands of tender kisses across the surface. The combination of three tongues on your body has you squirming, overwhelmed by such sensations. 

Oh sweetheart these boys are gonna wreck you and I’ll eat it all up deliciously.

The air is sultry with thick desperation, suffocating the room, creating tension and competition between the two boys. In the battle of ascending on who can reach your needy cunt begging for attention first, Theo and Mattheo butt heads, both of them groaning in frustration and pain. You close your legs, their useless coordination at working together irritating Mazien, making you pause pulling away from Lorenzo’s kiss, resting up on your elbows to scold them. 

“I think it’s time Enzo gets his treat and you two take a seat on the bench.” With a press of a heel planting onto each of their chests, the powerful shove tumbles them back off the bed, a look of surprise overcoming them at your sudden strength.

“The fuck-” “when did she get so strong?!” 

Enzo listens to their protests with a smug grin, his lips move, peppering your neck with starved kisses. Of course, his sweet boy antics of worshiping you instead of prioritising himself have paid off in the long run. 

“Stay down there and watch.” The command uttered out of your mouth has them feeling weak, the tone so dominant they feel no other option but to obey. Theo mutters, rolling his eyes irritably, “fottuta stronzata! Why am I being punished for his idiocy?” 

Mattheo scowls at him. “You were equally involved. It was your fat head that bumped mine!” 

Lorenzo lets out a raunchy wolf whistle, his eyes lighting up as you bend, leaning forwards, arching your back and ass up for his pleasure once again. The angle allows you to continue peering down at the two excluded boys in front of you, smirking as you gaze hungrily at their throbbing and erect cocks. Theo and Mattheo quit bickering, watching with sulky eyes, swallowing desperately for a taste they crave now made to wait for. 

“Which hole do you want, Enzo?” 

Enzo’s hands caress your backside, roaming over your heightened skin, putting in the effort to rub his hands captivatingly over the delicacy of your body boasting to the others. His eyes flicker from their pathetic faces, cracking a grin down to the way your body shivers under his teasing touch, unable to believe the alluring view before him. He leans pressing his chest against your back, whispering with a heated hoarse breath, “I wanna fuck that pretty ass of yours.”

Subconsciously you scream, feeling yourself panic, never having experienced anal before, but Mazien only laughs, getting excited about feeling your tight body stretched out by the attractive boy. Relax sweetheart, he’s gonna take such good care of us. 

Mattheo watches with a grumpy and unpleasant expression, groaning with disappointment at the current outcome despite your earlier promise. His fallen face makes you giggle at the trickery and deceptiveness played on the poor boy and you whisper to him, “Patience is a virtue, Matty.” The irony of your words having you mentally scoffing, coming from the sinful lips of the demon in control. Your attention redirects back to Enzo, moaning as you spread your legs for him, allowing him to settle with easier comfort between them. 

He grabs his wand and casts an extra lubricating incarnation, rubbing his thumb, circling it over your hole. Lightly pressing inwards, he applies bit by bit more pressure getting you ready for him. Wet, fervent kisses press urgently to your lower back as he continues to tease before sliding a finger in. The motion stalls your breath, short sharp exhales falling as you moan at the sensation. He grins, thrusting his finger slowly in and out, adding another digit mumbling, “good girl..that’s a good girl gettin ready for me yeah?”

He smirks, biting his lip, his eyes not leaving the way your hole expands and breathes him in, and he gives his cock a quick pump. His composure remains calm and excited, though he’s barely holding it together wanting to get a move on already. He slides his fingers out, gathering your slick along your wet clit, spreading it over his cock before rubbing it against your hole. He goes slow grunting, edging his tip in. 

Moaning at the burning stretch, you smile getting giddy as his length glides slowly but surely bottoming you out. You scream, but it’s only inside your head, never having encountered something so fulfilling before. Feels so good doesn’t it? Wait till we get him, filling us up with his load. 

There’s no air left for you to inhale, your stomach tight with suspense, every nerve prickling with a fiery sensation. Your muscles convulse and you grip the sheets with an iron grip, your eyes rolling back. A deep gasp finally leaves your mouth, staying ajar as you focus on the stimulation of Enzo’s cock inching further in. The sight is mesmerizing for Mattheo and Theo, who gaze with blown pupils, their own hands pumping their cocks. 

“F-fuck mate isnt that the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.” 

“Mi farà venire prima ancora di entrare dentro di leiiii.” Theo responds with a shaky groaning breath, his eyes not leaving your orgasmic face, his lip pulled between his teeth. 

Mattheos brows furrow both from pleasure and confusion, “dude I can’t fucking understand you-”

“Would you two shut up, the both of you are ruining my fuck.” Enzo grits out through his ecstasy. The last thing he needs when pounding your ass is their annoying fucking voices in his head. His grasps on your hips tighten with such intensity he’d break glass if holding it, his hips finally pick up pace continuously sliding in and out of your tight hole. “Fucking hell, you like that pretty girl?” 

He spanks your ass when you struggle to find an answer, and a sprawl of moans mumble tumbling out, blocking your efforts to think. Managing out some small words of affirmation, you answer “Holy shit!! Yes! Oh my god enzooooo.” 

It’s almost like your conscious self is slipping through to express the effect they’re having on you. Four gorgeous lustful eyes watch with parted mouths how your tits swing, bouncing with each thrust, their pretty cocks glistening swollen under the dim lights. 

God, you feel that! He’s going sooooo fast. He’s gonna cum soon. 

Enzo grunts, his head hanging slightly mumbling incoherent words, “fuck..oh yeah hmm.” He lands another smack to your backside, propelling you forwards by the force, your head smashing into the mattress. “godd, look at her. My cock looks so good pushin in your tight hole baby ugh.” His hands lather over your blushing ass and spread your cheeks, getting a clearer look. 

You whine erotically, biting your lip as the breath continues to be knocked out of you. Oh my god! Oh my god! The praise chants are around your mind and Mazien just laughs in response. You’re calling out to Theo before you can register what her plans are. “Theo honey c’mere.” He reacts, standing up quickly, entranced by the desperateness laced in your tone. Eager to escape out of timeout, that was definitely, in his opinion, all Mattheo’s doing. 

“Enzo lay back for a sec,” you pant out to him, sitting up as Theo approaches the side of the bed, your eyes gazing up marveling at the Italian hunk in front of you. Enzo moves, rocking back on his ass with deep restraint, having felt moments away from breaking. What are you doing? Why is Theo joining in already? Relax baby, it’s okay.. you can handle it. 

When you direct Theo to lie in front of you with the flick of your hand, Mattheo is quick to his feet too, protesting, “Wait hey what about me goddamit! Enzo, you’ve been in her enough.” Mattheo growls impatiently like a little brat. He maneuvers around to the side of the bed, shooting daggers at Enzo. 

Enzo gives him an incredulous look, “wait your fucking turn.” 

“I’ve been waiting!” He’s complaining as if you’re not even in the room, “dude just let me fuck.”

Theo, whose only focus is on you and receiving his turn, caresses your body with his touch of dominance, guiding you without a word to hover over him. He grips his cock with shaky breaths, lining it with your entrance, “Gonna fuck you so good tesoro.” A promised whisper for only you to hear. 

While he ignores Mattheo’s childish tantrum, he notices your attention averted and commands with a cool tone of authority. “Eyes on me y/n.” His hands cradle your head with a demanding force, the two of your eyes meeting, and he flashes that charming grin. He licks his lips, guiding your hips to lower, allowing your pussy sinking onto his tip. “That’s it..fuck.”

He rocks his hips up, edging in slowly, feeling the pulsing of your warm walls eagerly attempting to drive him in. Theo fills you completely, offering hoarse praises, “Yeah baby…yeah so good taking it all.” 

His thrusts become more erratic, fucking up into your cunt, making you release loud moans, your hands claw gripping exceedingly at his arms. The sweet movement of your hips roll, riding him as much as you can.Your ass aches at the emptiness while Mattheo and Enzo continue their bickering and a deep, wanton whine releases, alerting Enzo of your desperate need. 

Enzo growls at Mattheo’s bickering, redirecting his cock to slide back inside your ass. “Dude shut the fuck up I’m about to cum.” His voice is strained and broken as he continues his pace. “F-fuccck y/n this ass.” 

Mattheo, though irritated, can’t tear his eyes away from how you’re taking both of them, its pure filth. Your mind is a messy blur under the weight of ecstasy, the filling of both their cocks stuffing you. “Yeah yeah, you like taking both our cocks, baby?” Theo mumbles, groping a hand up at your tits, his other arm tightly wrapped around your waist to help guide you along his length. 

“Yesyesyesyes…oh my god.” Incoherent mumbles slip out amongst your breathless groans. 

Enzo doesn’t last much longer, his head falling, dropping onto your back and with a broken moan he cums. The hot jets of semen spurted deep inside your ass sends a static of power along your body, energizing you and making Mazien squeal. Oh fuck yeah! Fuck this is exactly what I need!

Lorenzo pulls back, resting against the headboard, and watches through lidded eyes as your movements on top of Theo grow quicker and faster. Mattheo, not one to wait around, moves laying down on the bed commanding Theo. “Move her on top of me, Nott.” 

In one swift motion, Theo rolls effortlessly, lifting your body up with the ease of a feather, shifting you on top of Mattheo, letting your ass bottom out once more by his throbbing, aching cock. “Salazar fucking shit-“

You moan at his girth, stretching you out before Theo readjusts himself, finding his comfort back inside your pussy. Mattheo shifts, wrapping an arm around your throat as he whispers in your ear, “fuck- ah - thought you could cast me aside sweetheart?” A low throaty chuckle vibrates against your back and you squirm as Theos pace picks up. “I’m gonna bury Enzo’s cum in you so deep it’s going to be dripping out of you for weeks to come” 

The combination of both their cocks stuffing you make your body quiver, shaking with desire, your hands scraping, gripping Theo’s arms. Mattheo’s hips hardly move, but he doesn’t need to, as just the fulfilling feeling of his cock buried inside your snug ass is making your mind a fuzzy blur. He uses his free hand to play with your tits, squeezing, pinching at the nipple, making your head lean back into the crook of his neck. 

Enzo watches lazily, his mind going in and out of consciousness, feeling drained. He rubs his cock tiredly, enjoying your sweet whimpers as he closes his eyes. Body slick with sweat, the air hot with lust, your eyes squeeze shut tightly, the sensations overwhelming you and you know you’re on the verge of breaking. 

You’re the first to cum for the second time, squeezing and drenching Theo’s cock with an almighty force, your body shakes pressing further down onto Mattheos’ cock and he groans a deep guttural sound in your ear that reaches the depth of your soul.

Theo is next but not without making you experience a new sense of pleasure, leaving a lasting impression as he bends your legs driving hard before he releases staining your stomach in his cum. 

Gasps of panting echo around, and while the real you feels wrecked completely mentally, your body feels alive. It’s thrumming, stimming with sexual energy as it absorbs the large ejaculations of cum. It seeps into your body and you giggle excitedly. Oh god, those boys sure know how to fuck. 

Mattheo’s ears pick up on your too relaxed giggle for someone who was just whimpering from overstimulation and he grabs your waist, thrusting up from underneath you, as the last one left inside you. He reached a hand, rubbing at your clit, needing to make you cum just once, for his ego. “Come on baby..give me my fucking treat.” 

The sensation is so overwhelming, having both Theo and Enzo still watching with greedy carnal eyes as Mattheo makes you fall apart again so quickly, squirting with a high-pitched squeal. Back arched, ass pressed down harder on his cock, you whine moaning, “omg omg omg.” Even Mattheo is struggling to keep his composure and cums shortly afterwards. He gently lifts you off him before pumping his cock, squirting his cum over the curves of your ass. 

The room is hot, filled with the smell of sex and sweat, sin tainted everywhere, as your body lies exhausted on the bed. Dirty, sticky heavenly semen sprayed over your body like art on a canvas. The three boys pant, sharing a look amongst each other at what the hell just happened. 

A crossing of your friendship, their eyes tainted with temptation and lust despite their exhaustion. And yet Mattheo speaks up again, noticing your spent expression as he leans down closer to you. “Don’t think next time you get to stay in charge sweetheart” Fuck again!? Might just have to keep this girl. 

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Gooner (M)

pairing. Jisung x female reader ft Jeno

genre. fubu AU(alternatively ‘I was half a virgin when I met you!’ AU), Jisung as Jeno’s younger brother/Jeno’s not the best sibling, M/F, filth.. yay👹

warnings. profanity, eavesdropping, incel vibes, y/n’s a bit mean, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 6.5k+

now playing. treat me like a slut//Kim Petras

smut warnings. masturbation, Jisung’s addicted to porn, switching, oral, hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, unprotected sex

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Sweet high-pitched moans resonate through the walls, loud enough to cancel out the ones emitting from overpriced computer speakers.

So loud. So God damn loud.

Jisung sighs, he’d heard your flirty giggles about an hour ago before his brother dragged you through the hallway and into his bedroom across from his. You’ve been here 3? 4 times? This week alone already. He tries to tune out the cracked whine in your tone, raise the volume on the video he’s been watching for five minutes, not really paying attention to what’s happening. How can he when you scream like your lifes being ripped from your body, crying out louder than a woman being chased to her death. 

He blinks to focus his gaze on the computer screen, reaching for the energy drink sat on his desk to sip at. This used to be more enjoyable, time to relax and unwind after school or work. That was before Jeno started hooking up with you. You’re just around all the damn time, always sprawled out on the couch, coming out of their shared bathroom with wet hair and one of his brothers oversized t-shirts. He doesn’t make an effort to talk to you at all, never has tried to get to know any of the random girls that come in and out of his brother's revolving bedroom door. 

Not that you make that easy, always greeting him when you run into each other, smiling and waving, even pinching his cheek when you stumbled out of his brother's room inebriated. You called him cute, a baby, a cute giant baby. It makes his skin crawl to think about it, softly petting his cheek with the back of his hand where you had tugged on his cheek roughly. He spent the rest of the day locked up in his room scouring the internet for videos showcasing girls that looked somewhat like you, your hair or lips, any minuscule feature close enough to yours to stroke himself to.

‘Look at you Sungie, you’re growing up right before my eyes.’ You said drunkenly, staggering back and forth on your feet as you trapped him in the hallway on his way to the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do or say, flinching away from your touch too slowly, he had to stand there gulping thick wads of saliva while you tugged on his cheek and reached up to smack the other side of his face. ‘What a cute giant baby.’

The fantasies brewing in his mind for the last few weeks spilled over as you tiptoed closer and blinked up at him blearily, a flirty smile pulling at your lips. 

He wanted to grip your wrists until they hurt, leave his fingerprints permanently etched on your daint limbs. One of his favorite videos came to mind, wishing to throw you down on all fours and shove the oversized band shirt up to unveil your bare ass, knowing damn well you walk around without bothering to cover yourself up after Jeno fucks your brain dry. He’s so lucky, always manages to pull girls like you, shameless easy sluts desperate to cry on his cock. 

That could be him if he had the balls to even look you in the eye and act out the various ways he imagines plowing through you. He was ready to say something, barely parting his lips open until Jeno blew his chances and dragged you back to his bedroom.

‘Your little brother’s so cute.’ You teased, poking at the olders chest. He scoffed and glared at you, slowly dragging his gaze over to Jisung standing frozen in the hallway before slamming his door shut.

‘Probably made his week talking to you, loser never leaves his room.’ 

Jeno’s such an asshole. He’s not wrong, but he doesn’t have to tell you shit about his younger brother’s life. He does leave his room, he has to eat, meet up with his friends every once in a while.

That’s not the worst part, the worst part is that you seem curious about him. Always subtly mentioning him when he’s in the living room or kitchen. His brother scoffs and mutters under his breath usually, snapping at you to quit asking about that virgin.

He’s not a fucking virgin.. technically. 

It doesn’t matter anyway, you’d probably never give him a chance. Not that he wants a chance, he’s just horny, just needs to actually leave his room and interact with real women like Jeno always says. 

But why would he do that when a few clicks can numb his brain without any hassle, without any effort or convincing. Why would he do that when he can mute the video, get up to press his ear against the door and watch a point of view shot of some whore getting her back blown out while listening to you beg for more.

Harder. Faster. More more more. 

You sound like such a slut, such a cock hungry eager slut. It’s easy to picture your face getting wrecked, he knows how rough Jeno can get after years of listening to the squeals and cries coming out of his room. Girls limping their way out with shame written across their face, they never lasted long, got their fill and moved on to the next. You stuck around, further cementing what a whore you must really be..

Jisung sighs, head dropping back against his door, sliding down to his knees to shove his hand past the waistband of his shorts. He hasn’t left his room today, only once to act like he needed to use the bathroom. He wanted to see you, wanted to catch a glimpse of your outfit and makeup before Jeno ruined everything. The amount of shirts and sweaters you’ve probably stolen by now must be taking up space in your closet. 

You’d look good in some of his clothes too, better than you look in his brothers. You’d look better naked though, laid out on his bed with your legs spread open. He’s been hard from the moment he caught a hint of your signature perfume in the air on his way to the bathroom, it’s enough to make his dick twitch. Enough to lick at his lips and imagine what your skin must taste like. He hates perfume, but you always smell so clean, so feminine and fresh..

“Fuck.” Lotion, he needs lotion. His palm feels extra rough today, calloused up from beating his meat relentlessly over the last few weeks. He can’t keep track anymore, losing count of how many times he’s tugged on his cock everyday, drowning out any hint of guilt that tells him that this is wrong. Besides, how wrong can it be when he cums within minutes picturing your face turning to look back at him as he pulls out to make a mess all over your ass.

“Hey, dipshit!” A loud bang against his door has him choking on his spit, coughing and yanking his hand out of his pants as if he’s been burnt. “Mom called, said to buy dinner.”

Jeno knocks again, throwing out another rude name until he gets up and races to turn off his computer, flustered as he wipes his sweaty palms on his shirt and opens the door. 

You’re standing behind him of course, slouching on his brother's back, peering over his bicep when the door opens. “What'dya want?”

His brother always looks annoyed, he can’t understand why, they’re not that different. 

“Pizza.” You whisper, dragging out your request cutely, fingernails running up and down Jeno’s sides. “Pizzzzzzzzzza.”

He chuckles, grabbing your hands to loop your fingers together and tighten your hold around him. “I could go for some pizza.”

Jisung nods, ducking his head to avoid the way you bat your eyes at him behind Jeno’s back. It’s probably all in his head anyway, the small things you do when his brother can’t see you..

“Alright, I have a package coming in soon. Make yourself useful and bring it in for me before someone snatches it, will you?” Jeno says, shoving at his shoulder before turning away with you still attached to his back. “Told you he was probably jerking off.”

The way you laugh at that comment makes his chest tingle, lifting his gaze to steal one more look at you before shutting his door. To his surprise, you’re already looking back, the corners of your mouth lifting up slightly before you step out of view and the front door shuts.

Whatever. He really isn’t hungry, not for food anyway, not when he can still pick up the lingering scent of your body wash permeating off your warm damp skin. He shoves that thought aside before pulling on some sweats, gingerly placing his length between the elastic waistband and his stomach. 

The door rings not even 5 minutes after the two of you have left, groaning as he opens it and finds a large box that looks too heavy to carry to Jeno’s bedroom. “Asshole.” He knew damn well Jisung wouldn’t want to lift this shit, and he told him to anyway. Fuming for a minute, he rolls his eyes and squats to hoist the package up against one of his thighs, grunting as he kicks the door shut and drops it haphazardly to kick down the hall. That’s what Jeno would do with his deliveries, he’s sure.

He contemplates for a moment on whether or not to leave the box outside of his brother's door, shifting back and noticing he didn’t close it all the way. Probably wants him to leave it inside of his room like some lacky, better he assumes that and does it to avoid hearing shit later. Pointing his toes, he nudges the door open lightly, kicking the box inside only to pause when the warm air touches his face. It still reeks of sex inside of here, it still reeks of you. It’s strong, hot, thick on his tongue. 

Jeno’s room faces the street, catching most of the sunlights heat while Jisung’s window has towering trees to keep that out. He glances to his brother’s bed, it’s still messy, the top blanket wrinkled in places you must have been fisting, damp streaks where your lower half must have been resting. 

He shouldn’t itch to touch, to get a closer look, to lower his face and drag his tongue across the wet patch, but he has to. This—this is what he’s been missing out on, this is what his videos can’t replicate. The smell of your arousal, the warmth rolling off your feverish flesh, the taste of your cunt pouring down his lips. 

Jeno would fucking kill him if he found out about this, he thinks, grazing the tips of his fingers over the bundled up chunks of fabric, dragging over a damp spot between. He probably had you on all fours, face down ass up. Jisung salivates picturing it, the exact way he always imagines you looking back at him over your shoulder as he mercilessly slams inside of you. The blanket pinched between your teeth, cunt dripping out past his plummeting length making a sloppy mess all over his bed. 

This is why you sound so muffled sometimes, making his ears strain to hear all of your sweet begging. He bets you look unreal in this light, always imagining you illuminated under the low blue and purple lights in his room, hair tousled on his black sheets. 

He has to drag his nose against the topper, has to clench it between his fist as he lowers to the spot that undoubtedly rivered down from between your thighs. It’s so raw, so real, instantly bolting electric nerves through his length as his lips lightly meet the half-dried area. There’s still too many hints of Jeno’s deeper musk entwined in the other areas, but this is all you. This is all your fucked open pussy, jerking his hips against the edge of his brother’s bed the more he wraps his lips around the material. Fuck, what he’d give to sit between your thighs for a day like a pathetic dog with his mouth hung open pleading for a taste.

He should stop, get out of here before he gets too worked up, circling his hips faster as his chest tightens and his breath comes out faster. He ruts harder, pulling at the blanket and burying his face in deeper. How wet must you get to leave a mess like this behind? Can you squirt? Do your legs shake when you cum? Each drag of his tongue opens up a new possibility, reinventing the ways he’s dreamt of fucking you. He really shouldn’t have done this, now he’ll never be able to stop his mind from running wild.

“Fuck, does that feel good? Pussy so damn tight for me.” He repeats the same shit he hears Jeno spewing while fucking you. The envy he feels nearly outweighs how pathetic he feels. It’d be harder to swallow if he wasn’t so God damn bricked up at the mere thought of you.

“All that bullshit about men being the worst—“ Jeno’s voice echoes down the hall, the front door slamming shut. “When you’re worse than me.”

Giggles play out loud, only halted by lips smacking together. Jisung sits up in a panic, pushing the blanket back to cover most of the mattress. Cursing under his breath he peers around fast, losing his balance as steps ascend down the hall heading his direction.

Shitshitshit, what the fuck! He can’t move fast enough, stumbling to the floor with his painfully erect cock aching as he drags across. 

“It’s your fault, can’t keep your hands to yourself for a minute!” You squeal, thumping against the bedroom door setting him off in a scurry toward the closet. Jeno will chew his head off if he finds him in here, he doesn’t even want to think about it. Why the fuck would the two of you come back in here so soon?! What about the food?!

“You like it.” Jeno murmurs, pushing open the door to his bedroom right as Jisung manages to shut the closet door as quietly as possible. It’s a mess in here, clothes thrown around everywhere. He has to crawl back on his knees slowly to make sure he doesn’t make a sound, taking long quiet breaths to not be heard.

There’s no way he’ll get caught in here, you’ll have to leave eventually, right? The shutter door does nothing to help his confidence, scooting back into what he hopes is too dark to be visible from the other side if either of you were to look over for some reason(like him breathing too loud). Of course you fall to your knees in front of the closet, his brother’s hand shoving you down by your shoulder as his other works to unbutton his jeans. 

“You look best on your knees.” He says, probably smirking judging off the way you smile up at him and reach for the tops of his thighs. “Let’s make this quick though, don’t want the food to get cold.”

“Pftt, I don’t have to suck your dick.” You bite back, digging your fingers into his jeans. “I’m sure your little brother wouldn’t give a fuck about eating if he had me like this.”

Jisung gulps, willing himself to look away when you reach inside of Jeno’s pants to draw his length free. He doesn’t want to see that, well, he does want to. He doesn’t want to watch you touch his brother though. Doesn’t want to ruin the fantasy world he’s built in his head with the harsh reality.

“You seriously wanna fuck him, don’t you?” Jeno sneers, fisting your hair as you begin to glide the tip of his length across your lips. “You never shut up about him, he wouldn’t even know what to do with you.”

Jisung wishes he could tell him off, glaring between the shutters at him. His lips twitch annoyed, fisting at the dirty pile of clothes under his ass. He’d know what to do with you, all he does is think about it, if only you’d let him practice..

“It’s cute, he always looks away when I catch him staring.” You tease, flicking your tongue out. “Never fucked brother’s before, bet it’d be fun.”

A gasp nearly gets sucked out of his throat, tightening his fist around the piles as a tremor runs up his spine. There’s no way you’re serious, right? Probably just messing with Jeno to piss him off. It works too, because he’s telling you to ‘shut the fuck up’ within the next second, probbing his dick past your lips until you’re forced to take it. 

You hardly even gag, making a quiet little sound as his cock disappears. Jisung can feel his thighs shaking before he realizes his hands are too, his bottom lip quivering. The way your lips stretch, the eye contact you manage to maintain despite his brother’s huge thick size struggling to fill your throat. It’s better than watching porn, you are better than watching porn. You’re the nasty perverse wet dream that’s made him wake up with sticky cum coated boxers come to life. 

He knows this is despicable, down right humiliating to watch you blow his older brother off and enjoy it, but between the cuts of vision he can pretend Jeno’s not there. Your lips are pulled back on his size, only he’d cup the back of your head and make you really gag, make your eyes well up with tears. He’d make sure to ruin your throat, have you raspy for days, making excuses for your scratchy voice. Nothing would please him more than knowing his cock punching your tonsils repeatedly had you sounding sick, clearing your throat and coughing. 

Instinctively his hand reaches for the prominent bulge tenting out from his groin. The tip of his cock wet enough to leak through his boxers making him grateful that he threw on sweats before leaving his room. Watching is one thing, but rubbing his cock to this would be too much, wouldn’t it? Does he even care at this point? 

The groans Jeno’s letting out are loud and throaty as usual, thick cock muffling your wet moans vibrating around his length. Jisung reaches inside of his underwear to stroke the precum pouring from his slit up and down his shaft. He curses under his breath, gripping the base tight as a moan rises up his chest.

With a wet pop you pull off, lips plump and debauched already, turning your gaze up as you take a firm hold on his length and expertly fist him. Jisung bites down on his tongue, pulling the small fabric tangled in his fingers up with his mouth to bite down on. A choked gasp breaks when he sees it, lacey red panties still stained along the seat with a creamy white film.

Fuck, these have to be yours. You’re the only girl that’s been around lately. They have to be the ones you had on today too. 

This couldn’t possibly get any nastier, not the typical scenario he imagines. Jeno’s never involved in those, it usually started in the hallway after you’ve showered. Dropping your towel with a sultry gaze locked on him, that’s how he knows this has to be real. You’re still dressed in one of his brother's shirts, and the panties he immediately shoves to his nose still smell ripe. Couldn’t have been stripped off your body longer than two hours ago. Between the wet sloppy sounds emitting from your throat and his hand stroking faster to match the pace, he takes deeper inhales. It’s stupid, envisioning a field covered in your used dirty underwear, falling from the sky even. 

“That’s it, get my balls too.” Jeno grunts, finally grabbing onto your head the way he would. He holds you in place and fucks against your pretty face, bursting tears out of your eyes that are working overtime to stay open. He’s full on fucking your face now, making Jisung’s hand sting from the burn of his slimey palm dragging against his throbbing cock again. He can’t cum like this, that would be mortifying. Especially because he never wants to forget this.

“Fuck, ah shit, swallow it.” Jeno demands, spilling down your throat and reaching down to pinch your nose. Make you choke and gag like a pro. He won’t cum from this, he’s seen this happen so many times, beat his cock to compilations, but it’s the lewd gargled moan you let out. It’s the way his brother rips his cock free from your lips and wads of spit soar out, painting your chin with the most disgusting vile mixture of thick nut and drool.

“Fuck!” Jisung shouts, wrapping your panties around his length as he tugs himself to completion.

“What the fuck?!” The closet doors flying open before he can even finish climaxing, furrowing his eyebrows and grabbing at another piece of clothing to cover his groin. “What the hell are you doing in here?!”

“Oh my God!” You squeak, scurrying to stand up and clean off your face. “You were in there the whole time!”

“Were you seriously fucking jerking off?!” Jeno shrieks, grabbing the younger by his arm to drag him out of the closet. “The hell is your problem pervert?!”

“N-no! I wasn’t!” Jisung panics, lifting his hands to defend himself.

“My panties!” You screech, bending over to snatch them away from his crotch, accidentally brushing his still sensitive twitching length.

“Ahh!” His hips chase your fleeting touch, face burning up as you scream again and drop your freshly soiled underwear.

“Oh my God, he came in them!”

“Ugh, told you he’s a fucking virgin that wouldn’t know what to do with you.” Jeno sneers annoyed, motioning at the younger. “Stand up man! You’re embarrassing me!”

“I’m not a virgin!” Jisung snaps, face on fire the longer he stays on his knees listening to this with two sets of judging eyes on him. 

“You came after only putting in the tip dude! That doesn’t count!” Jeno shouts, groaning and grabbing him to get up. “Why can’t you be normal!”

“You’re a virgin?” You interrupt, seeming intrigued, shyly lifting your thumb to your mouth to bite on.

“No!” He corrects, shoving at the older. 

“Don’t lie.” Jeno shoves him back. They go back and forth for a minute, Jisung frustratedly balling up his fists and standing straight.

“Fine! I’m like—half a virgin.” He says regretfully, lowering his gaze.

“He jerks off too much that’s why.” Jeno announces, spilling all his business. “Can’t hold his shit inside a real pussy, horny bastard.”

“Dude!”

“I’ve never been with a virgin.” You add, bouncing on your tiptoes. 

“He couldn’t handle you, I’ve already told you.” Jeno repeats, flicking your chin. “He doesn’t deserve a pity fuck from you anyway.”

Jisung wants to disagree, ready to grovel for a pity fuck if you’re really down for that. Keeping his gaze lowered, he tries to ignore the way his dick still reacts to the idea. He’d perform magic to erase that almost first time from his memory if it meant he’d have an actual chance to be inside of you.

“Wouldn’t be a pity fuck.” You mumble demurely, tucking your chin to your chest. “He’s cute.”

Jeno throws his hands up, breaking into a laugh. “He won’t last more than 3 minutes inside of you, you’re still tight even after I fuck you.”

Jisung swallows hard, gnawing at his bottom lip anxiously. “Bet I could..”

“Yeah!” You agree, smacking Jeno’s chest. “How much do you want to bet?”

Jeno laughs sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Just say you wanna fuck him, we don’t need to bet shit.”

“Fine.” You respond, shrugging, trailing your gaze from Jeno to Jisung. He stares back wide-eyed in disbelief.. now this has to be a dream.

“Pittttttttty fuck.” Jeno sings, slapping your ass as he passes you on the way out. “Don’t forget who fucks you right just because you’re into this helpless loser shit my brother has going on.”

He shouts something about eating all of the pizza if the two of you take too long, leaving you to stand awkwardly shuffling across from Jisung. Clearing his throat, he nods and motions for you to exit the room. “Are you sure about this?”

“Are you not? I mean, you ruined my panties, I think you owe me one..” you say coyly, bumping into his side making red hues rise up the back of his neck. Jisung nods much too fast, leading you to his bedroom which is much different from Jeno’s. A lot more cluttered, dark, less of an inviting scent.

He scrambles to light a candle, spraying a bit of cologne when you step in and suck a long breath in through your nose. “Smells like..”

You trail off, dragging your fingers down his computer desk and eyeing the small trash can full of tissues underneath. “Fresh cum.”

Jisung pretends to laugh, shaking his head and waving his hands ‘no’, adding a few more sprays. “I guess it’s true, I mean you are always alone whenever I come over..”

Eyeing him suspiciously, you sit down on his bed, adjusting the shirt you borrowed from Jeno to cover your upper thighs. “But you like me, right?”

He wants to fall to his knees, grovel and perch his chin on your knee and beg you to stop making this even more humiliating for him. “Y-yes..”

“I know Sungie, you’re not good at hiding it..” you grin, leaning back and patting the space beside you. “Come here.”

Jisung listens, sitting down stiffly next to you. His nerves feel insane, burning through his veins, face on fire. He can’t even look at you, can’t even think about having to touch you.

“Look at me.”

You say that like it’s so easy, as if it’s simple enough to turn his face a centimeter to face you. He gulps, scratching at the cotton material stretched over his thighs, mentally pepping himself up to turn. “Ji, I said look at me.” 

And he has to now, with your fingers pinching his chin, sitting closer to him until your lips are only a breath away from his. The same mouth he just watched suck cock like a professional whore, lips still swollen from taking Jeno’s monstrous size. “You seem nervous.”

Shaking his head, he reaches for your throat, that’s usually how it goes in porn. Those girls always liked to be choked, get manhandled and fucked into the floor. Judging by the way you let Jeno treat you, he doubts you’re any different. His hand can practically wrap around your neck, surging a rush a thrill through his gut as he pushes you down on his bed and traps you with his fingers stretched around choking you. “Not nervous.” He grits, kicking your thighs open with his knees to mount you. 

“Are y-you sure—“ you struggle to ask, tugging on his wrist. 

“Shut the fuck up.” His brother had been stern with you before, you seemed to like it. Even now with wide surprised eyes he leans in and nips at your upper lip, hands beginning to tremble. “I should use a condom with an easy slut like you..” he whispers, pouty pink lips dragging against yours. “You let anyone fuck you.”

Confidence, he has to stay confident. Has to steer the control his way, make sure you know that he’s the one in charge here. His cocks thrumming incessantly, screaming to be set free, begging him to finally fuck something other than his poor useless hand. 

Gripping onto your jaw, he licks across your lips, digging his knee higher to prod your bare middle. Fuck, you’re soaking through the cotton material of his sweats. He knew it, you really are the most erotic dream, ripped straight from the most lust crazed filled thoughts. “You need to beg.”

His knee rubs against your core to emphasize his request, cupping your jaw and chin firmly to assault your mouth further. It’s all too good, stirring his aroused heat into a rapid inescapable fire. Every inch of his skin burns, desperate to remove his clothes and draw you into the depths of hell with him. He can’t stop licking between your lips, can’t stop nibbling on your juicy pout long enough to take anything off.

“Ji—s-slow down,” you whine, gripping his narrow hips to drag your cunt up his thigh. “You’re g-getting too worked u-up.”

He should listen, this is exactly what happened last time. Kissing felt too good to stop, dragging his free hand over your perky breasts shot off too many sparks of electricity throughout his system to slow down. The warmth spreading over his thigh just too damn good to do anything other than pull his length out quickly.

“C-can’t.” He mumbles breathily, wrapping around your neck again for leverage. Pushing your thigh open to direct the tip of his aching cock inside of you. He looks devastated, anguished by the pain visibly throbbing his size. He’s so hard, the tip of his length so red and ready to burst. Biting down on his lip he practically lets out a scream as his cockhead finally drags between your sticky wet folds. “A-ahh!”

“D-don’t!” You cough, slapping his hips. “D-don’t you d-dare cum!”

Fuck. Just listening to you angrily reprimand him makes his balls tighten up even more if possible. Tip not even penetrating your tight hole yet, he takes a few deep breaths, head hung between his shoulders watching his length dangle above your pussy. There’s no way he can let go this easily, too scared to even plunge an inch inside of you the more he psyches himself out and stares between your lower halves drunkenly. 

“‘Mm sorry, s-sorry.” He curses, jerking his hips lower until the fat cockhead gets sucked inside of your warm cunt. Chubbed velvety folds wrap around him as if to draw more in, twitching violently where he struggles to not move and keep control of this moment.

“N-no! You can’t, not y-yet!” You exclaim, reaching a hand up to ball up a chunk of his hair up and pull his head back. “Pull out! D-don’t you dare cum!” 

With all the force you can find, you push his hips hard enough to make him slip out, earning a loud guttural shout as he falls out to the side. Even the two inches he managed to get in leave your hole open, hungrily clenching to be fed again. “G-god.” Whining, you sit up and rip off Jeno’s shirt, stradling Jisung’s sturdy thighs.

“You seriously have to be beating off 10 times a day to be cumming from that.” You half-joke, pushing his shirt up to scratch your nails down his chest and slowly bring him back down. His cheeks light up in flames, ruddy bright even in the dark of his bedroom.

“S-sorry, I really wanted to.. make it good for you.” He says pathetically, sniffling and hiding his face in his shoulder.

“It’ll be good for me if you last longer than a minute baby.” You jeer lightly, scooting back to remove his sweats and get a real good look at the size of his long lean figure. Surprisingly fit for someone who hardly ever leaves his bedroom. “Forget all that shit you watch in porn for a second. Just focus on me, okay?”

It’s evident by the state of his trembling figure and sad wet eyes how badly he wants this. How badly he needs this. Slowly lowering your middle down on his hips, you gently position his girthy length between your wet folds, hands smoothing up his trim waist to his chest to hold on to. “S-slow, like this.”

The small amount of willpower you have helps you ease up and down his length to coat him in your wet slick. Jisung bares his teeth, reaching to circle your waist with his big hands, anything to feel your smooth skin. He has to shut his eyes for now, especially when he first looks up and sees your chest bouncing up and down almost like slow-motion.

This- this is better than porn. God, this is better than anything, the smell of desire clinging to the roof of his mouth, your sweaty bodies rubbing together. How the fuck is he not supposed to cum like this? How the fuck does he stop himself from the humiliation of premature ejaculation? He can go for hours falling down a hole of pornographic content, abusing his fleshlight until the batteries run dry. But this is too much, too good to squeeze the fleshy meat lining your hips, too fucking good to drag his hands back up and follow the shape leading up to your tight waist and heavy breasts.

“You’re doing so good.” You manage to say, losing yourself to the pleasure with each passing rub of your clit grinding against the lifted ridge of his cockhead. “Can you take more?”

Jisung nods rapidly, screaming for more, digging his fingers into your hips for more. He can’t, he really can’t, but he wants to so fucking bad. He wants to be inside of you already, wants to feel the tight clamp of your cunt gripping around him until he’s near death.

“Yes yes, p-please.” He has no idea how obscene he looks begging from your point of view above him, thick lips parting open dribbling saliva from the corners. He’s even prettier like this, helpless and powerless to your word.

“Stay put.” You say sternly, lifting your hips to wrap around the middle of his cock. “Let me move slow, okay?”

He can do nothing besides nod again, eyes blinking open needing to watch as you rub the tip against your hole and bite down to suppress a cry. He’s just as thick as Jeno, you think, maybe a little less, still long enough to leave your cervix bruised. “F-fuck you’re.. big.”

It’s the hardest test of strength to not slam his hips upward, to stay in place the way you told him to. His teeth clench as the last inch of his size disappears inside of you, the heat from your inner walls gripped around him makes his lower back arch, tears well up in his eyes.

You try to move slowly, try to circle your hips and stretch yourself open on his length. 

“F-fuck I’m—I can’t do it.” He cries, scratching your hips and upper thighs roughly. “Too wet, too warm.”

“You c-can baby,” linking your fingers through his, you move his hands to his chest and roll your hips faster. Keeping your hands held together as you build up speed and lift up and down a little faster until a burn scorches up your thighs. “You’re doing so good.”

“Ahh, p-please!” He begs, eyes and nose scrunching up the faster you ride his length. “N-need to!” 

“Do it,” encouraging him, you grab onto his neck firmly with both hands, forcing his face to look at you. “Fuck me.”

Jisung’s chest rises steadily, shoulders stiffening as his teeth grit and he reaches for your waist to toss you down on his bed. Without sliding out more than a few inches he thrusts erratically to chase after the release that’s been begging to be let out from the second he got an inch inside of you. Hard thrust rock your back up higher, still clawing at his neck and shoulders even as his weight drops down on you faster and faster. The entire floor feels like it’s shaking with each powerful collision of his hips clapping against the back of your thighs and ass.

“Y-yes yes!” You moan prettily, the same moans that have gotten him through 5 rounds of fisting his cock like no tomorrow. The same moans he wished would be for him finally singing from your lips for him, only him.

“My n-name,” he stutters, face red and sweaty, lips covered with spit. “P-please say m-my name.”

“Jisung,” you whine, that seductive sweet whine that can make him lose his mind. High-pitched and shattered, sending his hips into a furious pace the more you continue to repeat it. “Sungie, Jisung.. p-please don’t, d-don’t stop! Jisung!”

“Ahh f-fuckkk!” He can barely control his hips as he pulls out with the wettest pop, dripping wet cock slapping down on your stomach. It already hurts too much to even bother with stroking himself to finish, hips writhing forward leaving a slimy path of your own arousal lined up the middle of your stomach.

“Jisu—“ your palms swipes up from the base of his size, cock still fat and long even beneath your stretched fingers. It’s enough to empty his balls until they literally ache. Having to hunch forward and whimper through it. Forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the sight of your abdomen painted in the milky white cream jumping in rivulets out of his twitching dick.

“Holy shit..” you sigh out, catching your breath under the sticky weight of warm cum beginning to dry on your skin. “That’s— you came so much..”

“S-sorry..” he murmurs, moving to your side to lie down, head spinning too much as he blinks at the ceiling. “For all of that.”

“Why? It’s cute..” you say shyly, somehow pulling that soft shy tone out of some hidden bag of tricks you must have after all that. “Never a bad thing to like fucking that much..”

“Think I just like you that much.” He admits, eyes shifting to the side to gauge your reaction. He shouldn’t say that, given the reason you’re even here to begin with, but how can he not?

“I can tell,” you smirk, dragging two fingers through the mess painted on your stomach. “I’m sure we can figure something out.. I know how to work your brother if you haven’t noticed.”

Jisung hums, sitting up feeling strung out and exhausted. “I should clean you, right?”

“That’d be nice.” You nod, watching him get up to find a clean towel.

“How was it? I mean, like, how did I do?” He asks, sitting down and lightly dragging a small towel from your chest to your stomach.

A sneaky smile pulls at your lips, sighing and relaxing. “Not bad for a gooner.”

Jisung blows out a breath nervously, scratching his cheek and shrugging. “I don’t know you’re talking about.”

Sitting up, you reach for his right hand, lifting it up to your face to trace over all the rough calluses lined up and down his palm. “By the time I’m through with you, you’ll forget how your hand even felt.”

“What?”

“Jeno’s not my only fuck buddy.” You wink, shoving his hand away. “Let’s get dressed before he eats through everything.”

Jisung helps you get up, not wanting to further question what you mean by that. Instead he finds a clean shirt to hand you, confirming that he’s right, you do look better in his clothes.

“You’re not getting this shirt back by the way.” You say, pinching his cheek exactly the same way you had weeks ago. “Cutie.”

Dabbing at his blushing cheeks he watches you head out before following after you. Needing to calm himself for a minute. 

You can keep it.

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[captainmalewriter]

Just Like Him

Lewis stood in front of his bathroom mirror with an ancient tome full of magic spells in hand. He had stolen it from an antique bookstore just the other day. All it took was slipping the book into his jacket as he walked out the door. Now, a world full of powerful magic opened up to him- and without ANY restrictions.

Lewis grinned as he mentally rehearsed the incantation he was about to cast. He couldn't decide what spell to cast first, but after hitting the gym that morning, Lewis knew exactly which one he wanted to use. He wanted to steal the appearance of the handsome gym bro he saw at the gym. In Lewis' mind, Darwin was the embodiment of a perfect man. Good looks, bulky body, cute face with a full beard... No doubt a man like him could get any woman or man he wanted. Lewis knew he liked Darwin from the moment he saw him. But his attraction went beyond just the physical. His lust was infused with intense envy. Lewis wanted nothing more to become Darwin and was ready to use magic to accomplish that. Surely, his luck in the dating world would increase tenfold with a body and face like Darwin's.

Feeling determined, Lewis took a quick breath then set the book down. He focused on his reflection in the mirror, then recited the spell from the ancient tome.

serised ym fo tcejbo eht emoceb i llit ydob ym mrofsnart wen eht htiw ni dlo eht htiw tou

Once he recited the last syllable, a wave of nausea hit him like a semi truck. His face tingled as stubble along his jawline came in. Lewis was never able to grow much facial hair, but that changed thanks to the magic spell. Stubble soon became a full beard and thick mustache as seconds on the clock ticked away. Lewis smirked at himself as his face morphed to match his gym crush. Within minutes, his original face was gone and in its place was the hot Filipino Darwin.

Then, he felt a sudden tenderness in his chest area. Lewis had always been a rather thin, flat-chested man. His pectoral muscles were growing at an explosive speed. Lewis bounced in place his pecs grew heavier and heavier, causing them to jiggle from their newfound heft. Loud, whiny moans left Lewis' lips as he pinched his sensitive nips. His torso thickened up with mass too until his body filled in the baggy wife beater he was wearing. Yet despite growing bigger, his body fat percentage remained low, giving Lewis the physique of a big, cuddly man with visible ab lines but still had plenty for a lover to grab and play with.

"OHHHH FUCKK MANNN!!!"

Lewis cried out with delight as he felt a surge of blood rush to his groin. No doubt it was just a physical reaction to the magic hitting the lower half of his body. He became fully erect within seconds, but something felt inexplicably off. Lewis was blessed with a well-endowed cock. He knew how his big tool sat in his pants when he was hard. It didn't feel the same this time. With bated breath, Lewis pulled out his underwear and took a peek at his- or rather, Darwin's tool. His jaw dropped when he saw his once 7.5 inch monster shrink until it was just slightly below average at around 5 inches.

"What the fuck? Nooo..."

Lewis was powerless to stop the shrinking. He wanted to become an exact copy of Darwin after all, and like a computer program, the spell he cast was just doing its job.

But while Lewis was focused on his new package, his butt began growing bigger and rounder until he had the perfect bubble butt of a man who never skipped leg day at the gym. The elastic waistbands of his briefs and sweats stretched out a bit as they had to accommodate his new dump truck. Darwin had an ass that turned heads when he walked into the room. Lewis himself knew how true this was. He couldn't help but take a good, long look or two (or three) as Darwin hit his squats. But as mouthwatering Darwin's butt was, Lewis was a total top. He was more interested in putting Darwin's tool to work than having someone lay it down on him.

Or so he thought. As his ass became the perfect size and firmness, Lewis' thought patterns began changing too. Suddenly, all he could think about was finding a long, girthy cock to tame his hungry hole. Dreams and ideals of a monogamous relationship were erased from his mind and in their place was Darwin's burning desire as a power bottom to be used and bred by any attractive man he came across. Just imagining taking backstrokes from a gang of big, strong men making his cheeks clap with every thrust was enough to make Lewis drip with pre. Soon enough, Lewis had become a perfect copy of Darwin just like he wanted. Both in body, and in horny mind.

[heyhihellosworld]

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞

Carlos Sainz x reader

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: Summer continues at the Sainz's Warnings: Smut, age gap, six years, reader is in her twenties

Notes: I did a part twoo 😋 It's pretty abrupt and weird but the focus was the smut so the plot got what it got

The days flowed by, one by one in the same way as the one before. It was warm and clammy but you enjoyed every moment of it. The days were spent swimming, sun bathing, eating and laughing with the members of the Sainz family.

Today was different though because you had the house to yourself. At least that was the plan. It was boat day and the family was supposed to take a tour around the water overnight but you had opted to stay at the villa because of a school project you wanted to finish off. That's why you screamed out loud when you rounded the corner to the kitchen only to be met by a tall broad body.

Carlos only laughed as you flew back with your hand over your chest and with a cry you yelled at him "Carlos!"

Carlos only laughed softly as he shrugged "Sorry"

"What are you doing at home? Aren't you going with them on the boat?"

Carlos shook his head with a shrug of his shoulders "Just didn't feel like it today, wanted a lazy day" "Really? I've never seen or heard of you having a lazy day" you grinned at him

"Once gotta be the first I guess"

You shrugged, moving past him to take a drink from the fridge "Alright, I will be in the den"

Carlos hummed as you walked out again to sit in the den with your computer.

-

It was only an hour until Carlos walked into the den and flopped down into the sofa with a sigh. "Do you mind if have the tv on?" he asked and you shook your head "It's fine" you were almost done anyway.

Soon you shut your computer down and moved down to sit on the sofa next to him and you could immediately see the way he stiffened and the awkward tension in his shoulders. With a sigh you turned to him but he didn't say anything, just sat there for what felt like forever in awkward tension.

You watched him with great interest. Your feet paddling over the soft carpet as you thought out loud.

"Are we just gonna sit here or are you gonna tell me what's up with you this summer?"

Carlos audibly choked on the air he was breathing in, his brown eyes looking at you with wild, untamed fear and you couldn't help but raise your eyebrows at him. Marveling in the way he tried to smooth his expression down in embarrassment.

"What? You didn't think I would notice?" you teased lightly and felt relieved when he gave you a soft smile.

"I-I, it's nothing" he stammered, his english thick with spanish accent as he rushed the words out. "Nothing? Why did Blanca say she had to hit you in the head then?"

Calros released a rough breath, so Blanca had told you, then why were you interrogating him. "You already know?" he sighed, running a hand over his face nervously.

"I of course, do not know for sure until you tell me, but I asked her and she said you were a little in your head" you said blankly and Carlos raised his eyebrows this time. "That's what she said? I don't believe that"

You grinned at him with a tilt to your head "Maybe not exactly, I think she said you had been staring and that she thought you had a crisis"

Carlos sighed, "that sounds more like her"

"So, you were just gonna keep ogling me all summer because suddenly little Y/n has grown a real ass?"

Carlos choked again, trying hard to regain control but his face was heating up and his palms suddenly felt clammy. He had never even thought about telling you about his inappropriate feelings. Too ashamed to even embrace them completely, only when he was far too drunk in his own pleasure did he release the dirty thoughts he had. But that was completely different from having an open conversation about it with you.

"I- uh" Carlos stammered, his thick accent only making it more amusing to you as he tried to find the english words.

His face was red hot and his eyes looked so unsure you almost felt bad. "Don't worry" you smiled "I am very flattered"

Carlos still had his tongue tid, not being able to provide any sentence of use so you continued "I mean it's not every day you get your ass stared at by Carlos Sainz"

Carlos coughed, looking positively distressed and you couldn't stop the laughter anymore. "Stop, please" he groaned.

Your laughter became louder as he pressed his hands over his face in embarrassment trying to cool his face down but without any luck.

"Oh Carlos, don't be so embarrassed it's fine"

At that Carlos looked up with wild eyes "It's not okay! You, you are my sisters best friend and you are a lot younger than me!" he argued and you shrugged "Sure"

"That's not ok y/n"

"Why not? I am not a child, I'm 23 soon 24" you argued back and he just looked at you like you were crazy "Si, and I am thirty"

"It's not that much" you huffed but he only narrowed his eyes "It's six years y/n, you-you're barely out of school!"

"Oh shut up, I am! I just took it a bit slow, I am an legal adult"

"Why are we fighting over this" Carlos sighed "I thought you would... I don't know, hit me, at least scream at me for this" Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you eyed the man "Why would I?"

"Because that would be a normal reaction when your friends 30 year old brother ogle you in a bikini"

You spluttered out a giggle as he looked at you unimpressed "I don't think you have read a lot of teen romances" you huffed "It's all about the friends brother or brothers best friend and all, maybe not... 30 year olds but still"

Carlos looked slightly hurt at your words but brushed it off quickly "What does that mean?" he asked instead and you smiled at him, wiggling your eyebrows

"It means that right now you are living out my highschool fantasy trope"

Carlos snickered at that, raising a brow "really?"

"Yes, absolutely. It was my wet dream in highschool, I mean then you were young so..."

Carlos snorted, throwing you a angry glare "I'm just kidding Carlos, you are still a good looking prick, even if you are thirty this year which is crazy"

Carlos didn't say anything else, just sat there and looked at you which almost made you scared. This had all been banter, of course you found him attractive and the wet dream part was true but still, it was banter but now he looked so serious and like he was thinking hard.

"Was this a highschool phase or..." he trailed off and you couldn't believe the words "What the fuck Carlos, what are you saying"

Carlos smirked at you "Well, I don't know. All I know is that we are alone the whole night, I find you attractive and you just admitted to find me attractive"

"Carlos" you warned but the big gulp you took blew your cover. The way his eyes bore into yours and the heat in them made heat coil in your body, erupting in your whole body as he looked at you like that.

But still, this was Carlos, you couldn't sleep with Carlos, could you? Blanca and Ana would be... like they always were about it but it would be fine but still, the thought felt weird.

Carlos dropped it, flipping through the channels with a satisfied smirk, he had won this round and he knew it all too well.

As on impulse you reached forwards and grabbed his collar, staring into the shocked brown eyes before you kissed him.

--

If anyone asked you you wouldn't be able to tell how you had ended up here, on your back on Carlos's bed with Carlos on top of you, tongue against yours and hand in your panties. It had been a haze since the sofa, moving hands, desperate sounds and a wet clash of tongues and teeth.

You couldn't stop the surprised moan that slipped as his thumb pressed down on your clit roughly, shockwaves of pleasure and too much striking your body in waves. The rough movement of his thumb and the lack of glide made your whole body rock.

"Ca-Carlos" you mumbled out, slapping his hand to make him understand that it felt too much but he only chuckled before taking pity on you and dipping his fingers down into your wetness and spreading it around before reaching his fingers on your clit, rubbing more softly and making you moan loudly. "Hm" Carlos smirked, before sliding his hand out from under your panties, giving a light slap to the front before retreating the hand completely. You gave him a nasty look but he only waved you off, hooking his fingers on the back of his t-shirt before flinging it off over his head and suddenly you were not so grumpy anymore. His body was just fantastic, you had seen it before of course, you had spent most of the days half naked by the sea after all but still it was different like this, when you didn't feel ashamed to stare and ogle. You could stare at his abs without anyone asking about it. So you did, drank the sight in, memorized his body with the help of your fingertips, mapping his every bump and turn out in your mind.

Carlos panted harshly as you mapped out his chest with help of your tongue, lapping over his nipples before licking a wide stripe down his chest, gently feeling out the curve of his hips and v-line and Carlos had had enough, pulling you up by your hair abruptly and you couldn't help but to pout. "What, why" you whined but Carlos didn't answer, instead he pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it somewhere in the room before unbuttoning his jeans and tossing them away.

"Don't pout bonita"

Carlos smirked at you as you narrowed his eyes at him "You will get what you want, don't worry"

"Then stop being an arse" you muttered, but Carlos only smirked as his hands landed on the curve of your hips, tracing the outline of your panties before slipping them off completely. You didn't have a chance to ame the same move on him before he had tackled you to bed which made you squeal. "Carlos!"

Carlos chuckled deeply, bending over your body. His eyes stuck with yours as he started to mouth down your body. The image of him, shirtless with broad shoulders and flexing muscles, bending over and his beautiful face directed right at you. His lips looked so full and soft as he kissed your skin and the way his hair dripped down into his eyes made him look like a wet dream.

Your breathing picked up, almost catching in your throat as he reached your navel, your whole body was throbbing, wanting him that tiny bit further down. His eyes held nothing but lust and mischief in them and it was so arousing in a way you had never imagined Calros would be.

"Do you want me at a certain spot cariño because you keep squirming" he mocked and you grunted at him. He knew very well what you wanted.

"Are you always such a wise ass in bed?" you growled at him as his tongue lapped straight over your navel. "Only when I am in bed with an obvious brat" he replied with a smirk, tilting his head to the side as he licked the side of your thigh. "It's not me who has been masturbating to this thought, you would think you'd be in a bit more of a hurry"

"That's exactly why i I need to memorize it, take my time" he responded easily and you groaned, kicking your leg out at his slow tactics,

"And don't even try to deny that you have thought about this before" He hummed, giving you a long look and you recoiled "Okay, fine maybe i have"

"Si? Dreaming about your best friends older brother fucking you?"

You gave him a harsh look, this paus was driving you insane. "Still better than dreaming about your sister's best friend who is six years younger than you" you teased back.

Carlos narrowed his eyes and put his hand over your mouth as you giggled

"Shut up" he muttered but you could see the amusement dancing in his eyes as he suppressed your giggles with his hand. "See, you are a brat" he muttered before removing his hand.

"Are you gonna do anything about it then?" you tried but Carlos only raised an eyebrow. How could he be so patient, were you the only one burning with arousal and need right now?

His fingers danced over your stomach and towards where you needed him and finally he looked up at you with determination in his eyes.

His face lowered down again, kissing over your belly button and towards your clit. You gasped out a soft moan as his lips wrapped around your sensitive nub, his tongue flattening over it before diving straight in. Finally,

You tried to stay composed but the way he was eating you out, lapping at you so eagerly made you feel slightly dizzy with pleasure and the picture of his coal black locks between your spread thighs was perfect.

Your hands wrapped around the strands with a content moan. The noise, visual and senses were driving you crazy, heat coiling in your belly threatening to snap when Carlos released himself from the deathgrip your thighs had around his head.

"Carlos" you whined, squirming on top of the sheets. "Shh, just relax bonita" he cooed gently as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs and just like that you shut up again, staring like a dog about to be fed as he revealed more and more skin.

He carefully stepped out of his jeans and before he could do the same to his boxers you had bolted forward, placing your hands on the band of his boxers before he could do the same. You grinned up at him as you dragged the band down and helped him discard the piece of clothing in your way.

When he was finally completely bare in front of you you couldn't help but take him into your mouth. Closing your lips around the tip of his hard cock before slowly sinking down. The precum pearling at the tip was mouth watering and all you wanted was to take him down your throat but Carlos stopped you before you could even begin playing out your fantasies.

"No cariño" Carlos tutted as he peeled you up from your knees and to his face, connecting your lips in a heated kiss as he lowered you back against the bed. "Thought you wanted something else, no?"

You wanted to hit him with the arrogance but at the same time it was so arousing how he mocked and demanded.

You could only nod, eyes swam over with need and arousal. You spread your legs as wide as you could as his muscular back made its way between them.

"Please" you whined as he stilled, staring into your eyes with softness. "Shh" he tried to calm, kissing you sweetly, asking for consent before he slowly guided himself into you.

Immediately it was like relief, like a tension going out of your body and you couldn't even care about what you were doing anymore as he bottomed out. Carlos' head dropped into your shoulder, his dark locks tickling your skin as he mouthed at your skin. The groans and breaths fanned over your skin, the sounds vibrating up your skin and heightening your arousal even more.

He felt fucking amazing inside of you, moving at a steady pace. It felt never ending, so constantly filled with pleasure that you could barely contain yourself.

Carlos's one hand held a firm grip on your thigh, lifting your leg up to let him in even deeper, the other arm rested next to your face, keeping him up.

You buried your nose in his hair, breathing in the air of Carlos, wishing to keep his smell there forever, keep this feeling forever.

"Mierda" Carlos muttered as he sped up "Shit Carlos, feel so good" you muttered, trying to move with him to get even more friction. Carlos shuffled over on the bed, getting up more on his knees so he could fuck into your even harder. "Yes" you whispered, clawing at his head so he would look at you which he did, his eyes making you want to sob off the soft heart eyes he was giving you.

His lips met yours, just as sweet and soft as his eyes looked, traveling, discovering and savoring the moment as his best ability.

"Touch yourself" he breathed when you parted for air, you did as he said almost immediately, feeling a throbbing need to get pushed over the edge. On a brave impulse you raised your fingers to Carlos, pressing them against his lips as a sign for him to suck. Carlos almost looked shocked as two of your fingers pressed against his lips but in a millisecond his shocked expression turned into burning lust and he quickly wrapped his lips around your fingers. If having him between your legs seemed like a wet dream you didn't even know what this was. It felt like you would combust at the sight.

"Fuck Carlos" you almost whined, pressing the now wet fingers to your clit and almost coming the second the touch landed but you didn't want it to end, not yet, not ever. Your body felt like a tight string, just waiting to explode. Carlos was close to, his thrusts starting to waver in precision.

"Let go hermosa" Carlos breathed in your ear but you still didn't, Carlos swiftly moved your hand away, replacing your fingers with his. The pressure and speed of his fingers made you weak until you couldn't hold it back any longer and you came with a low groan, Carlos close behind.

-

"Do you think they will kill me?" you whispered when you had both cleaned up and laid tangled together in the bed

"Ay" Carlos chuckled, ruffling your hair in affection "If anyone they will kill me" he smiled, his smile were contagious, making you smile as well. "They love you to much, plus I think the FIA would have som complaints"

Carlos giggled, his face close to yours, your heart wanted to melt, wanted to scream aagh at yourself for the obvious feelings that were swelling in your heart. This had been a bad idea because this had made you infatuated, made you see him out of heart eyes and that was not possible.

He looked perfect, laying there on the soft pillow with his dark waves coloring the pillow, his stubble had started to grow over the summer, his lips tugged up in a small smile and breath fanning your face.

Fuck, you were screwed.

Tags

@ursforever129 @leeehye @leclercdream

[x--sinner--x]

Thinking about being your cute little girlfriend who’s normally book smart and passing all her uni courses until last semester she started to get a lil distracted by your cock and unfortunately her grades started to slip. So like any dumb cock hungry slut would do, she hid the fact she failed 2 classes from you but mistakenly forgot to sign out with her school logins on your computer. You eventually found out and of course you gave her a chance to confess truthfully but she’s already too deep in the lie to back down so she keeps going until you show her the proof. I feel like the most suitable punishment for a lying slut like your girlfriend would be of course to fuck her brain silly but also force her to memorize her lectures while simultaneously repeat them out loud as you slot your dick deep inside her dishonest pussy, drilling so hard in her tight hole to the point of almost breaking her and having her scream loudly for forgiveness but deep down she loves every second of it because she just can’t get enough of her daddy’s thick cock🤍

After reading this, I really wish you were my cute little girlfriend. I would love to take advantage of you after learning the fact that you have been lying to me about your grades.

I was so proud of you, telling everyone about how you are the top student in your class and I had this sense of pride as your boyfriend that I quite relished. We had been having a lot of celebratory sex as a way to motivate you. But somehow, you had become addicted to my cock, and I sensed a shift in your behaviour. It felt like you were hiding something from me, which you have never done before. I kept insisting you for answers, but you kept feeding me the same lie over and over until I got fed up.

I found my own answer and confronted you about it, but you still lied right to my face. So I did what any sadistic boyfriend would do to his cute lying girlfriend, and concocted the perfect punishment.

Of course the plan was to fuck your brains out, but that wouldn't be a great idea this due as you had failed your classes. So instead I took the path of torture, making you read out your lectures out loud and memorize it so many times that you were pushed to tears, all while I was pounding so deep into your pussy, and spanking your ass so hard that it had become red from all the hits I just gave you.

Oh and that's not all. I would tie you up and leaving you hanging in mid air, and then I would proceed to ask questions so I can test your knowledge. For every wrong answer you give me, I will use this huge stick I have and spank you anywhere on the body. You will also be blindfolded so that you can't possibly know where I am going to hit.

I'll even go as far to get you upside down, and shove my dick down your throat and suffocate you if you get any answers wrong. I'll slap your face hard, and I'll cum so far down your throat that you can't even taste it, even though you practically beg me for it.

I'll have you walk on all fours with ice cubes placed on your back and you would need to keep walking until all the ice cubes melt on your body. If you give me wrong answers, then I'll hit you and you will pray that the ice cubes don't fall, because that would incur even more brutal punishments.

This will continue until you always give me the right answers and you ace your lectures and reinstate your status in your class. But don't worry, once you achieve your goals, it will be all sunshine and rainbows and I'll treat you like a princess. But only if you don't let me down, or I'll drag you down into the depths of hell with me.

[tf-boi]

Game Over

(Here's a story from one of the polls I made a while back. I hope you enjoy ;) The premise is me and my boyfriend keeps getting cock blocked by his little brother but tonight I get my revenge.)

"Mmmmm mmmmm" moaned Raymond making out with his boyfriend Sean. As they undress eachother their cocks became erect and rubbed against eachother.

Sean pulled off Raymonds underwear and released his musk into the room. With much anticipation he moves in on his meal. Suddenly a scream is heard.

"GODDAMMIT!!" Shouted Tony, Sean's brother, from across the hall. Raymond and Sean paused, kocked back into reality. They grinned and resummed. But as Sean began sucking Raymond off another scream echo'd. "MOTHER FUCKER!!"

Tony has been on a losing streak on his online game and nightly his loud screams would interupt Raymond and Sean's fun. The pair took another look at eachother when suddenly another scream was heard. "You guys suck!"

"Forget it! Moods killed . . ." Sean said tossing his hands in the air.

Raymond rolled his eyes "He's been like this NIGHTLY for a whole month. I'm gonna. . ."

Before Raymond could finish his thought Sean put his finger on his mouth. "Its okay Ray Ray, he'll probably fall asleep soon. . . We'll try again then."

"Uggghhhhh. . . But I'm already turned off by his screams."

"Damn. . . Guess we'll try again tomorrow. . ."

Raymond lied in bed annoyed. He wanted to get back at Tony for cock blocking him these passed few weeks. As Sean got up to go into the shower, Raymond saw that Sean was taking his phone with him. He then hatched a scheme knowing that his boyfriend is gonna be in there for at least an hour, when Sean takes his phone in he spends most of the time watching videos and laughing at memes so he had plenty of time.

As soon as Sean closed the door Raymond quietly got up and walked into the hallway in the nude. He approached Tony's room with a spare key they had incase of emergencies and unlocked his door. Raymobd peeked in and saw Tony shouting at his screen with his noise-canceling headphones on. "Perfect he can't hear me. . .little brat" he thought as he approached his prey. As he got behind Tony he realized he was playing naked, his computer and several screens heating up the room causing him to be too hot and stripped down. Raymond almost drooled as he grabs Tony all of a sudden. Tony's focus on his game was his downfall as Raymond rippes him from his chair and bent him over his bed.

"What the fu-" Tony tried to scream however Raymond covered Tony's mouth with his hands. Raymond pulls out Tony's 'lucky' butt plug from his ass and shoves his cock in. Tony tried to scream put Raymond put his hand over gis throat turning them hollow. Tony was confused as his body began to warm up with a lustful sensation. He stopped struggling as he fell to his bed almost succumbing to his fate, drooling as his mind goes blank. Raymond began focusing on the shape he wanted as Tony's limbs began to shrink and sink into him. His neck expanding as what looked like forskin surrounds his head. His body going from a flat human body to a thick round shaft. Raymond grabbed a pair of Tony's underwear and sniffed it as his victim slowly shrinks. Veins appearing as he throbbed. Soon Tony took his final shape as a thick juicy cock, Raymonds normal pubic hair changing to the light purple color of Tony's hair.

"Thats what you get for cock blocking bitch!" Raymond exclaimed in joy. He rubbed his new cock admiring his work. "Oh looks like you added a whole 6 inches! Thanks a lot bro!" Raymond began to jack off moaning in joy having to hold in his load nightly. Days of having to fuck various coworkers and clients in the office bathroom are now coming to an end. His jerking off was cut short as he heard an annoyed voice. "Ahem . . . What do we have here?" An annoyed Sean came into Tony's room. "B-babe?! You're done fast!" Raymond stuttered.

"I was out of shampoo so I just rinsed my body off" Sean said tapping his foot "I said not to do anything. What the hell man".

"Well. . . I was mad and couldn't think straight. Besides his mind is blanked out for at least another hour. So we can finally fuck in peace."

Sean raised an eyebrow.

Raymond got on Tony's bed and spread his legs, Tony's dick body presented in all its glory. "You know you want us . . ." Raymond said full of lust.

Sean rolled his eyes. "Sure but as punishment I'm gonna do all the work. . . You have to stay still".

"Fine. . ." Raymond sighed. He wasn't opposed to having Sean do all the work but now he can't go all out like he wanted.

"Now lie perfectly still love" Sean said suggestively.

Raymond lied down with Tony fully erect, his partially conscious mind throbbing at the sight of his older brother. Sean opened his mouth and stuffed his face with Raymond's giant cock. "MMmmm MMmmmm" Sean moaned as he envelope's his former brother with his mouth. "God he tastes so good~!" Sean thought. He sensed Raymond's legs trying to wrap around him, but he raised his finger and wagged it side to side, telling him, 'No you are just my sex slave today, no moving'. Sean continued to deep throat the massive rocket before him as he also gave Raymond a hand job. "Slurp slurp, gulp" Sean moaned as he sucked in all of Raymond's precum. "Uhhh uhhhh . . ." Raymond felt his tip being licked so that Sean can taste his new cock, even feeling the tip enter his shaft a bit. Raymond gripped the bed as Sean continued to go down on him. Sean's lips tighten around Raymond's dick as he moved his head back and forth, until he slid Tony's cock body out of his mouth.

Sean enjoyed his boyfriend's new cock in his mouth long enough. He turned around and shoved Raymond's dick into his ass and started riding him reverse cowgirl style. Raymond gripped Tony's bed and curled his toes as his boyfriend pounds his new dick full force with his plump bottom ass. "F-faster faster!" Raymond shouted as Sean tightened his ass cheeks and bounced up and down his former brother like a thick dildo. As Sean kept riding he felt himself fall over all of a sudden as Raymond couldn't hold back any longer. He got up and started fucking his boyfriend like a wild beast. "Uhhh uhhhh .. . no fair!" Sean moaned into the bed "But keep going!!!" He screamed as his ass gets destroyed by his boyfriend's new cock, underestimating how much length and girth his brother's body added to it when Raymond absorbed him. Raymond pounded Sean's ass faster and harder as the pair moaned. In the corner of Raymond's eyes he saw a pile of clothes Tony took off when he striped down. Raymond grabbed a sock and stuffed into Sean's mouth. Sean moaned as his ass gets destroyed with his brother's sock in him. The taste fill his mouth as the salty sweet feeling fills his mouth, with a hot mess filling his ass. Raymond grabbed Tony's underwear and gave it a big whiff as he fucked Sean. Sean cums multiple times, soaking Tony's bed with his seamen, however Raymond didn't care that his boyfriend finished, he kept fucking him until Raymond came 3 more times. After pounding his boyfriend for what felt like an hour, Raymond bent over his boyfriend and grabbed him as he released his load into Sean's ass. Gallons of cum fills his boyfriend's ass and expands his stomach. The pair kept cumming until they fall over and embrace. The two kiss and Sean looks at Raymond's now limp cock, cum still dripping out. "Looks like my little bro made a mess in me~" Sean said rubbing his stomach. The amount of cum in him made him look pregnant. "Yeah, I'm glad he was cock blocking us for so long, that release was amazing!" Raymond said stroking his cock.

All of a sudden Raymond's dick started moving a bit on his own.

"Uh oh, looks like Tony woke up babe!" Raymond snickered.

Sean bent over and gave Tony a little kiss on the tip. "Sorry little bro, your new body is amazing so you are gonna stay like that! At least until you made up for all the times you cock blocked us!"

Sean and Raymond snickered as they prepare for round two.

Tony stayed as Raymond's dick for several weeks where the pair fucked several times a day.

[milkzoro]

need to redecorate

summary: y/n and trafalgar law are in a new relationship, but haven’t met irl yet.

cw: MDNI, smut, law being a creep, spit, slight dom!law, p in v fucking, edging

☆彡

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he wonders how he was able to bag a girl like you. your supple skin, thick ass and thighs. he was obsessed with the way that you’re always wearing mini skirts that are just a tad too small. he love the pudge of your stomach that puffs so softly out of the hem line.

he’s here again, back at this overpriced indie coffee shop. he knows your exact order and the approximate time frame of your arrival. he is waiting for you. not to pick you up or grab a coffee with you. but to get more images for his collection.

she was so perfect ‘n bubbly he thought, needed to capture her in every moment. when you’re grocery shopping, picking up meds, soaking up some sun while you’re in your backyard. he even has some tasteful shots of you undressing.

he finally notices you leaving the coffee shop with your cup in hand and hips swaying softly.

he has a drone. he would never bring his camera out like this, not where people could see him being a freak. his best shots always came from his camera though. the harder to get the sweeter the treat he thought. but with you just running errands, this would have to do. he’s lucky to have found one small enough to just slip past your mind and not notice it.

he glides the flying camera in your direction, lining up the angles perfectly. “my angel, such ‘n airhead. how have you not found me out yet.” he sighs and takes multiple shots of your body. he absolutely cannot not wait for these photos to develop, you looked delicious.

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he is now hanging up his prizes from the day onto his wall. carefully placing each one with a few command strips, he could never damage his works of art with a stupid tack. ugh the thought of that disgusts him. law thinks he is a famous photographer. his works should be hung up in a museum (his bedroom).

he was especially excited for tonight though. such a cute and sweet event. tonight he’d get to watch a movie with you and it was also your one month anniversary. getting to see your face on his monitor would make his day. you always looked so innocently beautiful in the setting of your pretty room. sitting there listening to him speak with your dolly eyes.

it never felt weird being in a relationship with you considering you’ve never met in person. it’s been mentioned, but somehow one of you is always unavailable. one month isn’t even that long, he thought. i’ll be ready soon, i just uhh need to ‘redecorate.’

~

“happy one month anniversary babiee!!!” you sang on the other line. oh how you looked so stunning for him. silk cami resting pretty on your neckline and no bra. you felt so cheeky. seeing the attractive man on the other side sent butterflies to your tummy. his dark features cascading in his dark room. truthfully, kinda eery but ohhh so sexy.

his face warmed up at the sight of you. smiling warmly. his golden eyes picking up beautifully in the screen of your small laptop. “y/a ya~. happy anniversary,,,, ~pookie~.” he giggles at that last part. he’s definitely picking up some your language even if he denies that he isn’t.

after assessing our options. law agreed to your suggestion. we were going to watch {MOVIE}. law had everything all set up and had the movie on pause. “you have your snacks baby?” his voice was getting crunchy in the speakers of your old computer. stupid internet. you hummed and cuddled up with your blankets waiting for him to press play.

~

“babe.”

… he didn’t hear you.

“baby.”

“hmm?” his confused little face popped into frame. “yn ya~ what’s wrong?”

you sighed whilst sitting up, meticulously propping up on your tits so he could see you better. “the movies’ so blurry. can’t i just come over~”

law could hear you loud and clear. ‘come over?’ he thought. fuck what was he going to do. he’d love nothing more than for you to come lay with him and ‘watch’ movies. there’s just a small problem, his shrines. it’s about time you two get together, he just needed to be careful.

quick calculations and possible solutions are racing through his mind. uhhh she lives about twenty ish minutes from my place,,, i think i can do something.

he hesitated before speaking, “uhhm y- yea let me send you my address.” him actually agreeing made you so happy! you finally got to see you cute boyfriend! and on our anniversary too, what a treat! cartoony hearts were practically spinning around your head.

“oh okay!! i’m just gonna grab my things ‘n i’ll come over” you blew law a quick kissy through your camera and shut off your monitor. you were so excited.

“shit- twenty minutes to ‘redecorate’, i can do this.” law is panicking.

~

your bag’s keychains jingled against your body as you made your way up to his door, wrist immediately knocking agains the wood. a few moments pass as you anticipate his presence.

when you saw him standing there in front of you you were in awe. his skin glowing under the moonlight, he looked so perfect. was he sweating?

“y/a ya~” his voice is dripping with honey. it made you feel numb. he leaned down to kiss your lips. slender fingers coming to hold you cheek. your lips met his, his taste making you feel intoxicated.

“happy anniversary pretty~ let’s get inside” he reaches for you hand and you can’t help but notice how clammy they are. awe was he nervous? teehehe such a cutie.

~

movie long forgotten, law had you pinned beneath him. eyes assaulting every inch in your body. his thin fingers moving themselves to push on the plush of your inner thighs. “you’re so soft baby~” his fingers were toying with the seams of your panties. “‘nd soo wet already huh?” his eyes flicker to your own.

“shhhiiit ahh~ mhm yes laww” you whine out, dying for a taste. seeing pictures is nowhere near comparable to the real thing. you can already see his dick in his jeans and can’t help but arch your back at your imagination.

“want to feel me baby? let me take good care of you.” he sees your eager nodding and slips you out of your your soaking panties. his fingers are fumbling as he is trying to lower his boxers and unzip his jeans. “god yes law pleaSE.” two of his fingers slip past your fold with ease. noticing your arousal he swirls his digits around, collecting your juices. fuck your so slick, he wraps his fist around his thick cock to spread your liquid. he hisses at the relief.

“gonna fuck you good doll, just say my name for me, okay?” he whines as he gets to push just a little bit past his tip “shhhiiiitttt.”

“law please baby .. haahh~ more hmm.”

you can’t help but moan at his painfully slow movements. you can see it in his face too, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, it’s easy to tell that he wants to move too, but fucking you slowww is driving the both of you insane. his rhythm is picking up causing you to drool and mutter nonsense.

he puts a finger on your mouth pressing down firm against the pad of your tounge then moves to get in between your teeth. he’s adding one more digit to your mouth before using them to try and spread your mouth.

“open your mouth yn ya~” his eyes are lust filled as you see him start to collect spit in his own. he is fucking you faster now and with each thrust and shake, you’re eager to open your mouth for him. wanting to accept any liquid he has to offer.

“such a filthy girl y/a.” he missed, just a little. his fingers come up to rub some of the saliva away. you swallowed the remaining liquid and beg for him to go deeper. “fuck y/n you want it that bad huh, haaah~ tell me,, who’s pussy ‘s this?” his hand come to lay on your neck, squeezing tightly on both sides of your windpipe. he is struggling to hear you and pulls his dick out. “speak baby~”

feeling his length suddenly go missing from your cunt has you in tears. you were so close and full, now nothing. “law fuckk baby i was gonna cu-” he cuts you off and squeezes on your neck harder. “i said whos fuckin pussy ‘s this?”

white spots are forming in the corners of your vision, too close to your orgasm to black out now so you fight to speak back to him. “ahh, it’s ‘s yours law!! fuck- only yourss~” his grip on you looses ever so slightly but still keeps his hand there.

his lips curl into a smirk as he lines you up again. his heat filling you just right, and hearing his breathy whimpers were just enough to get you there. “such a good girl for me fuckk taking me so well baby i feel you suckin me in haahh-”

his dick so perfect for your hole, leaking soo much for him. cleanching down hard, you are ready for release. “law~ fuck s-so close, please uSE ME!” he lifts your knees to hit your most sensitive spot harder. his hips working against your aching body recklessly. you could tell he was close.

“shiit just just like tha baby,, right- ahh right fuckING THERE AHHH KEEP- keep goiNG♡” you walls are contracting hard on his cock almost milking him. your legs are shaking violently as you feel your orgasm start to take control of your whole body. hearing his moans has you squirting around him.

“fuck baby where do you want me to cum?”

comeing down from your high you manage to respond to him. “come on my tits.” you pull your shirt up slightly so he could decorate your pretty breasts with his semen.

he thinks your such a dirty girl and he’s obsessed with it. he pulled his thick, dripping cock from your hole and tightly squeezed around his creamy base. fuck he looked soo good like this, you could practically see his eyes rolling back as he fucking his fist above you. glimmers of sweat beaded on his forehead has him looking so angelic, it’s making your tummy do flips again. a gasp leaves his lips as he shoots his hot load across your breasts and swollen nipples. his breaths sending shockwaves to your aching cunt. he falls down close to you and kisses your forehead.

“happy one month y/n ya~”

~

after suddenly waking up, you notice a rough edge scratching your arm. reaching in between his mattress and the box spring, you pull on the foreign object and discover it’s a loose photo. oh it’s you. you giggle. you find him so endearing and obsessive…

unfortunately for him it was a blurry one, but you had an idea. while law was asleep, fucked out, you decided to gift him something better. his polaroid was placed on his desk so you had a mini photo shoot. you took only a few, one of your tits, still somewhat crusted with his cum. and a couple of your thighs and ass. and the final touch being a lipstick kiss stain in the corner of each one. you placed the camera back in its spot and tucked away your custom pieces of art with his other photographs. he will find them eventually. teheheh you’re welcome my love xx

*& we sleep again zzz*

an: y/n is a freak

[billskeis]

can you pls do like a one bed situation ( enemies to lovers ) with 2007 tom and ofc they do it☺️

ᡣ𐭩 sharing a bed w tom

“what!?” the two of you said simultaneously to then glare daggers into each other. both you and tom groaned in disapproval when the receptionist explained that the room you booked for only contains one bed.

there was no other way around such a situation.

your class was going out for high-school trip to the mountains. for majority of the day, you explored the small town and shops with your girlfriends while tasked with an ‘educational aspect’ of it.

none of the students cared much for it honestly.

strangely, your friend group and tom’s friend group were constantly running into each other. and as much as you and tom hated it, the friends of the two groups didn’t.

the continuous pick-up lines, slight touching, teasing. it drive you nuts.

“ugh, i’m gonna fucking throw up…” you pretended to gag as you watched one of your friends hug a boy with black semi-spiked hair. eyeshadow rings around his eyes that curve into a smile just like his mouth.

cheesy ass hoes.

“lighten up y/n! besides, tom’s been staring at you quite a bit,” emily, your best friend being too loud, you hear a scoff coming from somewhere next to you. “as if, i would rather suck on a horse’s foot than be with y/n” tom rolls his eyes as you cross your arms.

“at least i don’t look like a fucking horse’s foot..”

tom’s mouth gapes at your comment “what the fuck did you call me!?” “you heard me bitch!” this led the two of you to bicker and it almost threatens to become physical.

the two of you literally had to be stopped by emily and the now spiked hair boy who you later found out his name was bill, his twin and clearly more logical and cooler brother.

“they argue like an old couple,” gustav mumbles, “they’re gonna do such great things in the future…” georg adds in.

beforehand, you were each given a room number and a key to the hotel room you would be staying in for a few days. as the teachers and staff declared it a night, all students were to head to their assigned rooms.

as you made your way to the front desk, you see a particular dread-head already there.

you roll your eyes so hard you swear they went to the back of your head, but you’re too tired to fight this guy, having already gotten your hits in a few hours earlier.

“room 483?” you questioned the lady working behind the desk (get it ;D) as she types into the computer, “that can’t be your fucking room,” tom makes a jab at you but you’re clearly not in the mood for it, “and why the fuck not?”

“because that’s my room.”

you drop the keycard on the table.

the both of you then glare at the receptionist who’s already clearly in cold sweats due to the tense and thick atmosphere the air is bringing.

“okay—there’s clearly been a mix-up with your card tom because that’s my room.” “uhh i don’t think so kleine, look at my key card.” he drops it onto the table beside yours, the two of you analyze the numbers imprinted onto the plastic.

it’s the same exact goddamn keycard.

you sigh heavily, body achy, all you wanted was to rest, but in no way were you going to share a room with someone you hate down to your core.

“well is there at least two beds??” tom asked, he looks just as tired as you and at this point the bickering needs to come to an end. the both of your bodies are now leaned into the front desk, impatiently waiting for an answer. why the hell is this lady taking so long to answer a yes or no question??

she purses her lips, slowly shaking her head.

“what!?” you both managed to scream out at the same time.

she then explains because the rooms were intended for one student only, the rooms with singular beds were all booked. “are there any other rooms available??” yet again, she shook her head side to side.

you swear you were going to smack her so hard her head was gonna fly off her body even though it wasn’t her fault.

“i can’t fucking believe this, are you kidding me!? can’t even do your job and compensate us for something we paid for!?” you were so angry. you pointed your finger at her and just continued to berate her.

angry and tired, it wasn’t a good combination on you, it led you to become extremely irrational. losing total control of your actions, that was until a hand grabbed yours and squeezed it gently.

“y/n.. please.. can we just check in..? i’ll sleep on the floor—or the couch if there even is one—just, stop.. okay? how’s that sound.” this was a side of toms you’ve never seen of his in the past four years.

it reminded you of how soft and gentle he was when you first met freshman year.

you bit your lip, immediately regretting how you acted. like a douchebag, she was just doing her job. it wasn’t in her intentions to mess the rooms up for you, but you blamed her anyway.

your head hung low, to ashamed to apologize, you just instead slammed your hand on the desk to grab the two keycards and made your way towards the elevator.

tom followed behind after mouthing a ‘sorry’ to the receptionist who acknowledged his apology for you, immediately going back to her job.

as you exit the washroom, you see tom already laying on the floor, using whatever clothes he had packed to form a make-shift bed. he tosses and turns in attempts to get into a comfortable position that would allow him to sleep. you raised your eyebrow at him, what is he doing?

that was until you quietly crept your way to the closet to check for any extra blankets or pillows hotels normally provide to you.

nothing, nada. empty.

i swear to god you’ll never ever book a trip here again, you make a mental note to yourself if you were to ever want to take some time off in the future.

you inhale sharply, and exhale deeply. with every inch of your body, you cannot believe you’re doing this right now, “tom,” you called out. all you heard was a hum from across the room to acknowledge you, “sleep on the bed,” “i’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor y/n—” “well of course i’m not sleeping on the floor, we’re sharing the bed.”

tom sat up so quick in disbelief to what he’s hearing, “a-are you sure..?” “yes, tom, it’s fine.. we’ll just pretend none of this happened in the morning, got it?” he nods at your request and gets up from the floor.

the both of you enter the bed at the same time, the covers were so warm. your lamp was the only light source that lit up the hotel room. turning it off, the only source of light now was the moon that shone dimly through the windows.

you felt at peace, adjusting yourself to slowly drift into sleep.

however that peace was short-lived as you stretched your backside to hit the only other figure that was in the bed with you.

“shitfuck, sorry tom i didn’t mean to—” “to grind your ass on me? yeah right,” you rotate your whole body to now face tom, “okay first of all, don’t be so cocky—woah!” a pair of arms now wrapped around your body and embraced you into a hug.

“god you can’t even imagine how long i’ve been wanting to do this..” hesitantly, you wrap your arms around tom’s neck, taking in his scent. the room is silent, only filled with the heavy breathing that emits from the both of your bodies.

“kleine, i’m so sorry, so sorry for how i acted in the past..” “t-tom.. it’s fine i’m completely over it.” he places kisses all over your cheeks, “no, no it’s not baby lemme make it up to you yea?” he plays with the hem of your shorts, teasing you in wanting to take them off.

“i’m tired tom,” “pleaseplease just let me do this for you okay? you don’t have to do anything i just—just wanna show you how much i’m sorry for making you hate me..”

nodding, tom smiles and kisses you once more this time on the lips. he drags both your shorts and underwear down your legs shortly doing the same with his sweatpants and boxers down to his mid-thigh.

damn, he must be really turned on, the way you felt his hard on rest between your legs.

lining up his dick, tom slowly pushes into you. hissing at the slight burn from tom’s size. he’s always been big, and you’ve done it before, “god.. how long has it been? weeks? months? but you still remember the shape of this dick in you..”

you choke on a moan at you try to retaliate tom, his words embarrass you. but he’s right, ever since the two of you broke up you’ve been abstinent. he makes it sound as though he’s messed with other people. but little did you know, he’s the same. never fucked since the breakup.

“s-shut up..” “you’re right, ‘m sorry this is supposed to be my apology to you,” he thrusts hard and deep despite the awkward position, the both of you in a spooning position he attempts to find a good angle to fuck you in.

body sensitive, your stomach clenches as electricity travels within your core, a string threatening to snap at the way tom drags his dick inside of you, ensuring you feel every inch of him in you.

he’s handsy. his hands roam around and drag across your body. you shiver under his touch. the way his dick hits your g-spot along with the slight pinching and groping felt all over your body. he plays with your chest, runs his hands up and down your stomach. tom holds onto your wrists from time to time for great leverage in the way he fucks himself into you, desperate.

tom leaves open mouth kisses on your neck and shoulder, all you could do was whine and whimper letting him use your body as he pleases. it’s been so long since the two of you fucked so you feel, everything.

“close, i’m getting close meine kleine, tell me you forgive me,” his thrusts become a little faster, clear that he’s chasing his orgasm the same as you, adding more to the heat as you grind your hips on him.

“i-i forgive you tom, fuck! i can’t..” your body convulses as your orgasm washes over your body, clenching onto tom, this quickly leads him to come inside you, unable to pull out with the way you hold onto him so tightly, “fuck! y-y/n..”

riding out the high, tom finally pulls out and slips your bottoms back on, putting on his own right after. he looks up at you but you only hide your face within your hands, embarrassed about the fact that you just fucked your ex-boyfriend after what seems like forever.

but for the plot, am i right?

“i cannot BELIEVE i just did that,” you groaned as tom laughs at you, peeling your hands away from your face. all you can see in the darkness is the glint that lit in tom’s dark brown eyes from the moon and the small reflect of his metal lip piercing that shined from the way his mouth curves into a smile.

“do you regret it??” “no..” “then that’s all that matters,” he places a peck onto your forehead. “one final question,” he chimes in “tom, you already fucked me haven’t you had enough fun??” “yes. but can i just ask?”

“what is it now,” “wanna get back together?”

you said yes.

[deadqueerboys]

Here to spread top!tubbo propaganda 🙏 top!tubbo and male!reader fuck on the tubbathon

OMG YES YES YES

Tubbo x Male! Reader

Top Tubbo

M/n = reader

Plot; fucking on subbathon (I have no idea how to write it)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

It was the first day for the next few months. It's always boring when Tubbo decides to do it. M/n hates when he does it without warning him before, or even do it without discussing. It's the period when they both have to stop everything. Including sex, eating, drinking, and sleeping in the same bed. Even the breakfast was harder when he's on stream. It's annoying. He needs Tubbo to be with him, to try to have a normal life. M/n streams, too, but he knows how to separate his real life from his streaming. Tubbo mixed the two things all the time. And there were them, both sitting on Tubbo's bed, sharing awkward looks with each other. M/n wanted to fuck, he was planning this day for weeks. He brought new toys, lube, and condoms with flavors, all of the things to make it special, but the fact that people were seeing was making him pissed.

M/n had his hand on his thigh, running it up and down, sometimes grabbing his cock just to tease him. His eyes were almost closing, he was bored. He made sure nobody was seeing, and he pushed Tubbo to one of the camera's blank spots. He kissed him. Oh, this kiss.. Toby smirks and kisses him back, pinning him against the wall. His legs were between Tubbo's. He grabs his wrists, forcing him to stay with him. He couldn't leave now. His free hand grabs his throat, teasing him while they kiss. Tubbo was the master of pretending nothing was happening, so he went to his computer, turning off the camera and the audio. He didn't want everyone to see how slutty his boyfriend is. No. That's his private treasure.

Tubbo throws him in the bed, getting above him. "You fucking slut." He whispers, taking his clothes off as fast as possible. He didn't want to wait or to make people stay waiting for him to come back, so he just took off his pants and pulled down his underwear. His cock was already hard. He manages to make M/n's pants go until his knees. Both of their cocks are hard, hard enough to be compared to a rock. M/n moans and complains, he didn't want to be the bottom, but Tubbo was quick, and it was too late to make him stop. Not to mention that he's a great top. He gets him from behind, slowly putting his cock inside his tight hole. "Oh, fuck.. just like this.." Toby whimpers, getting inside him even more.

His cock hits the perfect spot, making M/n moan out loud and bounce on his lap. The perfect sound of his ass slapping on Tubbo's hips is what is making him crazy. He slaps his face, not too strong, just enough to make him dizzy. His cock is thick, always leaving a mess. M/n tries to kiss him, but Tubbo holds his chin and makes him look to his front, which was the room windows. He feels ashamed for a moment. Even if the camera is not recording, other people next to the building could see them. It makes M/n's face get warm. Tubbo doesn't even look to the window, he's focused on fucking him hard enough to forget that he should be working.

Toby rolls his eyes of pleasure, using his hole like if it was a toy. He always does it. He gets lost in pleasure. His hands come closer to M/n's cock, grabbing it and stroking it. He wants him to cum too, he's not that selfish. His hands are moving fast, and he's moaning until he finally finishes on Tubbo's hand. His body feels tired and sick, he needs some time to rest. Tubbo doesn't like when he cums so fast, so he forces himself to cum faster, getting away from his hole and putting his cock right inside M/n's mouth. He grabs his hair and forces him to go down on him. He's rough, doing it without guilty. He forces it a little bit more, touching the back of his throat. He cums. His load painting M/n's mouth white as he moans.

He's quick when getting up, putting his clothes back on. He gives M/n some time to get ready to stream again with the excuse that they were arguing, so he had to stop the stream. Some bullish people would accept.

[blue-slxt]

Kinktober 13

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: I had something completely different written for this prompt, but the more I looked it over and tweaked it, I just wasn't satisfied with how it was coming out, so I decided at the last minute to completely scrap what I had and write something totally new. I like this one a lot more. I hope you guys like it! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Dry Humping, Scenting, Established Relationship, Public Grinding

You were nowhere near as adventurous as Neteyam. Where his life was all combat training and thrilling ikran rides, yours was computers and florescent lighting. To say you lived different lives was an understatement. And given the history between your people and the na’vi, you were uneasy about being in the village. Still, somehow, you and Neteyam developed a soft spot for each other. You formed a comfortable friendship that eventually started to blossom into curious touching and experimental kisses and more…

No one ever expected for the next olo’eyktan to take a human as an intended mate. It was completely unprecedented. And even though visiting still made you uneasy, you would still come to the village almost every day to visit your boyfriend.

Tonight was a celebration in the clan and Neteyam insisted that you come with him. That wasn’t the problem. You had grown used to the judgmental glances of the people. What had your chest tightening with nerves was the fact that he also insisted that you wear na’vi clothing to the party. He said it would be like a show of good faith and that you were actually interested in trying to integrate.

The clothing was beautiful, but it left you feeling extremely exposed. Neteyam thought you looked stunning, though. He had seen your body before and nudity wasn’t a big deal for his people. The thing that had his head spinning was seeing how beautifully accentuated your body was in na’vi clothes. The delicate way the feathers of your top layed over your chest just barely hiding your nipples from view and how the waistband of your tewng was slightly too small and dug into the plush of your wide hips.

Despite feeling himself almost immediately get stiff at the first glance of you, Neteyam held it together enough to keep up his calm outer appearance.

“You look beautiful, yawne.”

You blush as he pulls you to sit in his lap off to the side of the edge of the crowd of people. Some people shot you sideways stares of disapproval, but others examined you with a certain curiosity. It made you squirm in your spot in Neteyam’s lap.

“Is it just me, or are there more eyes on us than normal?” you inquire trying not to accidentally lock eyes with any of them.

Neteyam leans forward so that his lips are next to your ear.

“They are looking at you because you look so pretty.” He nuzzles his nose into your neck lovingly, no doubt scenting you. You start to giggle a little at his display of affection and then you feel it. A thick, heavy weight lightly pressing against your ass. Your face instantly flushes at the realization.

“Neteyam…”

“You see what you do to me, sevin?” his accented voice is low in your ear sending a shudder through your body. His hands hold your hips, rolling you against his straining cock. Thank Eywa that the music is loud and people are finally ignoring you again, because otherwise, someone would surely hear the small moans breaking free from your lips.

His hips press up into yours harder desiring more friction to give him his relief.

“Teyam…I—”

“Shh, yawne. Don’t want to be too loud. Or do you want everyone to hear how badly you want to be filled?” the smirk in his tone is evident as his lips dance around your ear.

Your lip nearly starts to bleed form how hard you bite down on it keeping your moans stifled. It’s only made worse when you hear Neteyam let out a low, shaky breath still pressing into you.

“Ah…shit..” he grunts out before warmth spreads on your back from where he had let his cum spill. You can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest behind you as he lets his mind clear from the fog.

You lean so your back is flush with his heaving chest, looking up at his face.

“Take me somewhere? Please.”

In his desperate grinding, he had now left you feeling incredibly needy. And Neteyam couldn’t leave his lover unsatisfied. He’s a gentleman afterall.

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[aquarelliwrites]

Go For Broke, Chapter 1: First Loser, Second Loser

the Monaco 2022 Grand Prix weekend retold. // series masterlist

Picture the Monaco riviera on a Thursday morning. Mechanics buzzing around cars and stacks of tyres, reporters and photographers streaming in through the gates, and a Ferrari driver sitting squeezed between the pit wall monitors and the wall on the second story of her garage. A thick pane of glass muffling the chatter and racket growing louder by the minute.

Away from the overwhelming sea of rich tourists, camera lenses and microphones, sleep clawed at the edges of her vision and the cobwebbed peripheral hallways of her mind. The iced coffee and half-eaten pastry on the floor next to her weren’t doing a good job of holding it back on their own.

A long, quiet stanza shattered with the note of a simple “Ciao.” 

“Fuck!” Her hand came up sharply - to punch her teammate in the face, or rest over her heart to calm it? She couldn’t know.

“Wouldn’t have pinned you for fight, puzzone. You seem more like a flight type of person.” He - Charles - laughed, fiddling with the vlog camera in his right hand. “Good morning, by the way.”

“Good morning, my ass. Gave me the scare of my life just now.”

The liar grinned. “I’m terribly sorry.”

“Sure. What are you doing up here, anyway?” Giving the floor right next to her a little pat, she prompted him to sit down and join her behind the wall of computers. It’s not like anyone was there to tell them they were in the way.

“I’m recording a behind-the-scenes vlog this weekend. This seemed like a good place to get some aerial footage, but I was going to go up to the terrace as well, to see which was better.” His answer was enthusiastic, and she smiled and nodded as he continued to talk about his camera specs and when the lighting on track should be the best. Alas, it didn’t distract him as well as she’d hoped. “Why are you sleeping up here?”

“I couldn’t sleep very well last night.” Understatement of the century. The heels of her palms rubbed her eyes in a vague attempt to somehow rectify an entire night’s worth of tossing and turning.

“How come?” Finally setting his camera down, he glanced back at her. “Oh, you smudged your, um..”

“Eye pencil? Of course I did.” With a sigh too deep to be indicating exclusively frustration over her messed-up makeup, she swiped whatever smudges she could from her under eyes. “I don’t know. At first, everything was too loud. Then it got too quiet, so I had to put on music. Then it was too hot, then too cold. I think I also spent a while staring at the ceiling.” And crying. That part went unsaid, though. “I’m just a bit nervous about the weekend, I think.” 

Did she say ‘understatement of the century’ earlier? She was fairly sure this beat the record. It was a miracle she'd managed to keep down the few bites she did.

He grimaced slightly, extended his hand to hold hers, gave it a slight squeeze even. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

“No worries. Not your fault, monello.”

A smile reappeared on his face at the childish nickname. “Come on, you’re the only one of us who actually likes media day.”

“Yeah, I guess.” She managed a small smile. Now that she was distracted, he managed to swipe the rest of her pastry - not without earning a slap to the wrist in the process.

“Hey!”

“You weren’t eating it!” He yells in complete defense of his actions. Had she been actually hungry, she might have killed him then and there. 

“It’s fine. I was done with it.”

Media didn't suck as much as she expected it to. Not that it usually did.

There were the ever-present questions, of course. It was a mental checklist, maybe bingo card, every week: 

Are she and Charles dating? (No.)

How does it feel to be the first woman in Formula 1 since Lella Lombardi to score points? (Good, but there should have been women before her.)

Which brands of haircare or skincare did she use? (Lots, but what did it matter when she wore a helmet most of the time?)

Does she feel like she can keep up with the rest of the grid? (This one usually just received a blank stare until the interviewer got too uncomfortable to wait for an answer.)

Was it sad that she got excited to actually talk about the car she'd be driving? Incredibly.

The rest of the interviews were crammed full of hopes that Charles would finally do well, that the team would do well as a whole, that- well, you get the point.

Minutes later, the photographers that managed to walk out first got treated to a great shot of supposedly sworn enemies - two Ferrari drivers and two Red Bull Racing drivers - standing near the exit of the media pen and watching reporters file out.

Chatting with Sergio - Checo, she and everybody else called him - was the best way to spend the, seemingly, geological eon Charles and Max took to debrief each other about… well, about everything. Those guys didn't talk all that much outside of the paddock, and they were practically neighbors. It's weird.

She always found Checo more approachable, anyway. Whenever she even walked past his Dutch teammate, she could practically feel his icy gaze shooting daggers through her. If looks could kill, she'd have died a hundred times over.

Not that she didn't return the glares - she found it quite enjoyable to produce a staring contest out of thin air, and it would usually end up with him looking away, the slightest of unnoticed blushes settling upon the tips of his ears.

Today, Checo had a delightful surprise - a guy on Twitter doing imitations of F1-related personalities. She laughed along at the stuttering blunders of Will Buxton and the monotone accented voice resembling Checo's uncannily, and even the one of Max struggling to open a can of Red Bull and swearing profusely upon receiving radio instructions, but what really got her to look aghast was the next impression. Of her.

“Come on, that's no girl voice!” She was sure they were attracting attention with their laughter, since their teammates both looked over in confusion. “He sounds like he inhaled helium!”

“No, no, he sounds correct to me.” Checo faux-wiped a tear from his eye.

“It absolutely does not!”

“Here, Charles, Max, take a look at this.” They complied - and unfortunately, did not agree with her.

“I don't know, that pretty much sounds like you. Whenever I hear you speak it's like a caffeinated chipmunk squeaking at me all angrily.” Max laughed, and she felt blood rush up to her face, embarrassment and anger mixing dangerously.

“I don't know, Verstappen, you not being able to open a can of Red Bull on your own also seemed fairly accurate.” Her sweet tone did nothing to disguise the way the words dripped with acid. He grimaced like they actually burned.

“Sorry, schat, my mistake. Truly, will you ever forgive me?” He turned away - to speak with her teammate once more. 

The guy was fucking insufferable. And the nicknames he gave her only fueled a desire to crush him out on the track. What the hell did schat even mean?

Charles squinted behind his sunglasses. “What in the fresh hell are they doing?” 

A long, obnoxiously loud slurp identical to that of a nearly empty plastic cup that used to store iced coffee sounded off from next to him. “Will you stop that?” He huffed a laugh.

“Stop what?” The second slurp managed to sound more ear-grating than the first. He wasn't sure how that was possible.

“Just… look over there, right?”

The pair stood on the third-story terrace of the Ferrari garage - a feature unique to the Monaco race - and stared out into the harbor. The Red Bull Energy Station was a raft, and it was huge, so the commotion near their swimming pool was easily visible to anyone higher than the second floor.

“That's Max and Checo, Charles.”

“No, idiot, I know that. Look at what they're doing.” He gestured, exasperated, so she cocked a hip and leaned forward over the railing to get a better look.

“They're putting rubber ducks in the pool. Or just a bunch of…” she squinted as well, “tiny yellow blobs. I’m guessing ducks, though?”

“I'm at a loss for words.”

“Charles, you are so dramatic. They just had me blindfold you to drive a sim lap in Imola a couple of weeks ago.”

“That's different.”

“We've done shit more insane than releasing a couple dozen yellow duckies into a pool.”

“Okay, and?

They observe as Max seems to… fish one out of water? A couple of moments later, he's speaking to someone on the phone, and Checo looks like he'll burst if he doesn't let go of his laughter.

“This has to be for the YouTube channel, right?” She half-turned to him to see the confusion and disbelief visible all over his face.

“Definitely. Max wouldn't agree to do that if it wasn't some sort of PR.”

“Okay, loverboy.” His encyclopedic knowledge of Max would annoy her to death if she didn't know every fact she could dig up about him. Some would call it obsessive - she'd just explain it as studying her rival's weaknesses. 

“What did you say?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Okay, see, he just looks like he's crying again!” Charles’ voice raised a little.

“I don't understand why you're so worked up over this.” It was his turn to observe his teammate's nonchalant, if a little curious, exterior.

“You're- ugh. Whatever. Now he's just calling someone again.”

“Oh, to be a fly on that deck. I'd kill to know what Checo was laughing at.” With a final slurp, she rediscovered one last sip of her drink that had missed her entirely.

“Ooh, be careful.” His voice was laced with a teasing undertone behind her.

She shot Charles a confused look.

It's Friday now, and all their successful data gathering in both practice sessions earned them the privilege - she'd beg to differ - of an ice bath. She's tried and failed to kick, scream, and claw her way out of them (metaphorically, of course) before.

It was, however, a relief to finally get to take her hoodie off. It had been sensible clothing mere hours earlier, but it was positively stifling then. She let out a dramatic gasp at the freedom of weather-appropriate attire.

“What do you mean?”

“Getting changed? In front of everyone? What will the media think?” His voice was nothing but crystal clear sarcasm, with his face distorted in an expression of faux disapproval. “Scandalous. I thought I taught you better.”

A puzzled laugh escaped her. “Wh-? Why the hell are you shaking your head at me? I have a top on.” She gestured to the, realistically, fairly modest swimsuit top on herself.

“Did you even think of the poor engineers who will be so distracted from working on our cars?” 

The level of this man's theatricality was show-stopping and infuriating simultaneously. “Charles. Darling.”

“Hm?”

“You were literally flashing your tits to, oh, I don't know, about… what, half the paddock? And thousands of SkyTV viewers? Like, ten minutes ago?”

“What? Me? I could never.” He even did a pearl-clutching motion at the very implication. She rolled her eyes.

“You are literally wearing less clothing than me right now. Like, if you turn around, you'll count approximately… two dozen Paddock Club girls drooling over your biceps as we speak.”

“No… Well, touché. They want us in the tubs now, though.”

“That's- yes, why else did you think I was undressing?”

“You can never know with you.”

She rolled up the towel in her hand in order to smack him as hard as she could, but he only laughed. “Prick.”

The ice bath was terrible. Awful. She wished she could be poetic and compare it to a breath of winter's night, or a fireless hearth - that would not do it justice. Plunging into the tub was the ninth circle of hell, with Dante and Virgil observing her slow and painful eternal fate.

The media people were having a field day with Charles. She didn't know how he managed to keep his composure enough to let them film thirst traps.

“Fuck me, this is miserable.” Her teeth were chattering so hard that she thought her lower jaw would soon start creaking on its hinges from the motion. She watched the goosebumps blooming all over her thighs and arms. And Charles was fucking laughing, the bastard.

“Mon dieu, I don't know what I did to wrong you,” she uttered through gritted teeth towards the sky, “but I swear never to do it again.”

The sky, of course, didn't respond. Her teammate thought it was a good time to pipe up, though.

“You took me out two years ago, in Alfa Romeo. This is karma.”

Her head snapped towards him, if only to lower her sunglasses and glare at him over the tops of the frames. He didn't bother looking up from checking his fingernails.

“That wasn't even my fault- Fuck, this is so cold.”

When the Ferrari social media girl let her know she'd start filming her then, the only thing she could do is nod curtly, jaw clenched.

“How are you feeling after FP1 and FP2?”

“Very… very positive about the weekend.” If nothing else, every single muscle in her body seizing at the freezing water might finally be the thing to give her better abs.

“And how are you feeling?”

“What, right now?” The girl nodded. “Arguably worse than before I got in. I'll be loving it when I get out in- when can I get out?” 

The small gaggle of Ferrari employees around her laughed. “Oh, yes, hilarious, I bet.” 

“Ah, you're being dramatic now. It's not a duck's cold.” His badly translated French idiom forced a small smile onto her face. Both of them being multilingual more often than not meant one of them being stared at in confusion over a poor choice of words that got mistranslated on its way over their tongue. 

“I'm just saying, it's a perfectly pleasant and sunny day. I don't understand what need there was for a plastic tub colder than a Siberian lake?”

An ice cube hit her head. Her glare only made Charles smile sweetly.

“If I wasn't under threat of all of Monaco skinning me alive at any harm done to you, I'd throttle you right now.”

He blew her a kiss. Bitch.

Champagne bubbled past her lips on the second step that Sunday. It was a Red Bull 1-3, with an incredibly disappointed Charles down in P4. She only managed to spot his melancholic expression down in the crowd of navy and red when the Mexican anthem was playing its last notes. 

The race was a spectacle by Monaco standards - an incredible 21 overtakes and a fight for P2 for the entire duration. She had barely managed to drag the Ferrari over the finish line on mediums so torn up, they might have punctured on the following lap. Really, she was just counting her lucky stars.

She blinked rapidly, wiping alcohol from her eyes. Or was it still sweat from the race? Taking a long drag from the bottle seemed to cool her down enough. Checo was chatting with Max, both of them soaked just like her. She was delighted at his win, and happier more when she realized she beat Max. A smile grew on her face uncontrollably at the thought of the way she practically skipped past the third step and straight into second place - his eyes burning holes in the side of her head the entire time. If looks could kill, they’d be cleaning her dead body off the floor before any trophies could even be handed out.

Had she glared back at him, he’d have turned his head abruptly to avoid notice.

To be entirely honest, she wasn’t even sure when a rivalry between them began to form. They never karted together - maybe she only saw him a couple of times when she was very young and he was in a category above hers. While he had skipped F2 altogether and left Charles his F3 seat, she was still fighting through regional F4 championships. When she was in Alfa Romeo with Kimi in 2020, he was already winning with Red Bull.

Maybe she had grown tired of the news of his wins; or he had had it with her successfully playing the media darling; or both of them started growing abrasive every time the other flaunted a better result as proudly as a championship win.

To put it shortly: If the two of them were involved, it tended to be tense.

Flashing Max a proud and mocking grin from behind Checo’s back only resulted in a scoff and a roll of his eyes. Or at least she guessed - the champagne stuck to her lashes made her vision a kaleidoscope a little more than she would’ve liked.

After they had their picture taken, she gathered her trophy against her hip and the open bottle limply in her other hand. Had she walked off the podium any faster than she did, she wouldn’t have caught his muttering.

“You always have to one-up everyone, huh?”

“Not everyone.” She smiled, sweetly. “Just you.”

“Aw, I’m honored.” He spoke in a tone that was anything but honored. “You only try so hard to keep up with me, schat?” Again with the ridiculous nickname. Was he calling her shit?

“In your dreams, Verstappen. S’not my fault I’m just so naturally talented, and you’re… you. You know?” Anyone who heard her dry reply might have doubted she even believed the praise she threw at herself. Except Max.

“Was it natural talent when-”

“Alright, children, enough.” Checo’s arms came around both of their shoulders as he led them off the podium. “Kid, do you want to come to the energy station- Max, don’t look at me like that- do you want to come watch the pool dive? Horner said he might wear a… what’s it called? The swimming underwear?”

“Um, Speedos?”

“Yes!” The snap of his fingers rang behind her right ear. “A Union Jack Speedo.” 

“That’s… supposed to be enticing?”

He shrugged, letting go of both of them now that the trio was away from cameras. Max left immediately. “Invite Charles. I’ll see if I can get any other drivers to come.”

“Me and Charles? I thought we were practically Public Enemies #1 and #2 over there?”

“Ah, well… yes. Maybe don’t come in red.”

“Incredibly helpful as always, Checo.”

Raising his pointer finger at her, he looked more like a dad than ever before. “Don’t give me that tone.” He received only a sly grin and an eyeroll.

“Any plans for tonight?”

“You’ll see it in the groupchat.”

The Red Bull Energy Station ended up looking more like a millionaire’s- no, billionaire’s college pool party that afternoon, with more and more people filtering in by the minute.

In a show of solidarity towards her teammate, she had stolen the P2 champagne for him and herself to share in a walk around the marina. Already, they observed yacht owners getting ready for the afterparty of the year all around them.

“You look surprisingly somber.” He said after a long silence. 

She simply took a long swig of lukewarm alcohol to avoid answering.

“Are you-” He stopped. Hesitated. “Is- Um, how are you doing?”

“Good.” A response typical for someone who most definitely was not good. “Very good.”

“Are you su-”

“Y’know, I’m very excited for tonight. I don’t get to party it up in Monaco much.” Cutting him off looked to be the best option right then. “Last year was more chill.”

“...Yes, we went for a picnic up to that viewpoint with Charlotte and… who were you dating then?”

“Oh, Antonio? I wasn’t serious with him.”

“Oh?” He gratefully took the bottle when she offered it. “I thought you were.”

“It’s hard to be. You of all people should know how the media reacts to our relationships.” Among other things.

Having not even realized it, they were now standing before the Red Bull hospitality - if that was a correct term for the frat raft it appeared to be.

“Shall we?” He said. She swallowed.

“Might as well.”

To be fair, the deck was comfortable. And loud. Incredibly loud. They were offered Red Bulls - which they accepted, as they weren’t, y’know, animals. In a few minutes, she found herself sitting on the railing to get a better look over everybody else’s heads, while he leaned against it right next to her. 

And to her mixed disappointment and relief, Christian Horner did not wear a Union Jack Speedo while jumping into the pool. He didn’t even jump - Max shoved him in after Checo.

The little party went on for a little while, but her social battery was dying and relying on Charles’ charms didn’t work as well as she’d hoped. When she announced her decision to leave to him, he agreed quickly, still carrying her souvenir bottle for her.

Unfortunately for them, nobody else had. The crowd was still there, much like a great number of immovable concrete walls, and they struggled to make their way to the stairs. Charles, being a bit taller and more broad-shouldered, went first in an attempt to push his way through. She, however, got separated fairly easily and had little control in being accidentally herded to the pool’s edge like cattle.

“Hey, wait-” Someone she had no time to see collided with her, sending her right into the water.

Or they would have, if her arm wasn’t abruptly grabbed by the most irritating, bothersome individual who she could have possibly crossed paths with at that moment.

He had an annoyed look in his eyes. “Watch it.”

“...Thank you.” It was painful for her dignity to say while he pulled her back to a standing position. Not waiting for a response, she hurried after Charles.

And left Max standing alone in the crowd. 

NOTE: Honestly, I'm not that happy with this but I am glad that I finally got it out. Slightly anticlimatic for a first chapter? Yeah, nothing I can do about that now. Also this wasn't beta read, sorry for the mistakes you were forced to endure lol

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One Second

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Warnings: noncon, roughness, dark elements, some sexiness in this.

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Steve spins you, his large hand closing on the back of your neck. He holds you in place as he snatches your phone from your pocket and flingers it away. He searches you, taking your wallet too and the forgotten tube of lip balm. He nudges you forward, so roughly you nearly tip over.

He marches you down the hallway. You tremble and whimper as his thumb digs in to your tendon. He hisses at you as he taps your ass with his knuckles.

“Which one?” He snarls.

You’re terrified. You don’t know what else to do but whatever he wants. You don’t want him to hurt you. You point to your door.

He stops you there and tells you to open it. You do and he follows you in, still holding you by the scruff like a feral animal. He shoves you away from him as he kicks the door shut. The loud slam makes you jump. You squeak and face him as you rub your neck, the grip of his fingertips still thrumming there.

“Professor–”

“Ah,” he raises a hand, “I tried talking. I’m over it.”

“Please–”

“Keep talking and I’ll have to shut you up. I don’t wanna do that, sweetie, but if I have to…”

He lets the threat dangle between you. What does he mean? You let your hand trail around to the front of your throat and gulp. He inhales, his chest rising, as he watches the movement and sets his stance. He lets out a long growl as his icy blue eyes chill you.

“Coat off,” he orders.

You wince and clutch the top of your coat, playing with the tab of the zipper. You pout at him, hoping he’ll come to his senses. You’re just a student. You’re no one to him.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna lose all patience,” his hand crawls around from his hip and he grips the front of his pants. You drop your eyes and tug on your zipper, withholding the sob lodged in your throat.

You open your coat as he sheds his own with more urgency. He tosses it over your computer chair and you lay yours over his daintily. You step back as his hands go back to his hips. He tilts his head until his neck cracks and lets out a relieved sigh.

“Keep going,” he snarls.

You squeak and lift your eyes to his. He nods and raises his eyebrows. There’s no questioning what he wants.

You bend your arms above you and tug at the back of your shirt. You peel it over your head as your eyes glisten hotly. You can’t look at him. You get your head free of the fabric and flinch as it’s suddenly snatched from your grasp. Steve throws it to the floor as he steps up in front of you.

His hands are on your chest at once. You shutter as he cups you through your bra, his attention set on his groping. He squeezes and kneads, his breath thick through his nose. You feel the tension vibrating in him.

You turn your head away, standing stalk straight as he rubs his thumbs over the little buds poking through the thin cups. He purrs as he drags his touch away from your nipples and down to your stomach. He lingers along the top of your jeans, and flicks the button, fingers curling around your waistline.

He jerks you closer and you feel a tide flow through him, “kiss me.”

His raspy whisper blows through you like a storm. There’s something so brittle about it that frightens you. To refuse would be dangerous.

You lift your chin and look up at him. He gazes down at you intently. Uncertain, you bring your hands up to his chest and feel how he shudders at your touch. You feel up over his shoulders and around his thick neck, framing his face.

You close your eyes and stand on your toes. He leans in to meet you, contrasting your gentle reticence with intense hunger. His arm swoops around you in an instant as he traps you against him. His tongue invades your mouth and you latch onto the back of his neck to keep from losing your balance.

He smothers you as you struggle to catch your breath. You feel the tears threatening to break free. You squeeze your eyelids tight and fight the deluge. You don’t want to make him mad.

Your mind wanders to the only other boy you ever kissed. That makes it easier. You imagine it’s Jake, that everything went to plan, and that it’s all going to be okay.

Suddenly, you’re turned towards the bed. Steve detaches from your lips as he angles you down onto your back. You don’t know what to do but surrender. His expression simmers with unspent fire. You’re only thought is not to get burned.

He urges you onto your back. You go numb. You’re paralysed as your body succumbs to his direction. You watch him in cocooned horror as he rips off your wet boots and tosses them with a loud thump. 

All at once, his knee is on the bed and he’s reaching under you. He grumbles as he tries to unhook your bra but can’t free the last clasp. Your body jostles from his effort but you don’t fight. You can’t. You should.

“Get it off,” he growls as he recoils.

You nod then dutifully sit up and undo the last hook. He yanks the front of your bra and quickly adds it to the strewn clothing around the room. He grabs your knee, pulling it away from the other and climbs onto the bed between your legs. He runs his hands up and down your thighs.

You’re rigid as you watch him advance past the top of the denim. Again, he fondles your chest, this time bending to nip at you with his teeth. He growls as he takes a nipple between his lips and swirls his tongue. A dull pluck pulls at your core.

He toys with you. Hands searching, mouth eager, impatience building. He leaves a smear of saliva across your skin as he sits back on his heels. He unbuttons his shirt, the simple task frustrating him until he tears it open and scatters several buttons noisily. He strips the shirt off and flings it from his wrist.

He pushes his hands under your lower back and follows the curve of your ass. He squeezes and stretches his fingers up, curling into the top of your jeans. He pulls them down, jolting you with his strength as he gets them to your thighs. You cry out as the denim chafes you meanly.

He brings your legs up as he rolls them to your knees and finally to your ankles. Your socks catch as he frees your legs, the jeans landing heavily on the floor. Again, his chest rises and falls shallowly as he looks you over, pushing your legs to splay around him.

He snakes his hand up your thigh as you hug your chest shyly.

“Uh uh,” he tuts, “don’t hide.”

You push your arms to the side and stare at the ceiling. His fingers rub along the front of your panties and he teases you through the cotton. He presses until the friction is hot, wiggling against you until the fabric dampens.

“You’re getting wet,” he says, his tone almost dumbfounded, “that means you want me.”

You blink. You don’t know what to say. Sometimes you’re wet with no conscious thought. Sometimes you wake up like that and can’t remember the dreams that inspire it. If you’re wet, you’re sure it’s not him but the coercion of his touch.

“Baby,” he exhales and slides your panties aside, delving nakedly into your folds. He gasps as he glides along your cunt. You close your eyes and whimper. “Oh, you’re so wet.” He rolls his fingers up and down, around and around, glancing off your clit but not focusing on it. “So warm…” he breathes and pokes along your entrance, “baby…”

He dips inside you, just a little, with a single finger. He wiggles it and you clench, squirming as you let out a thin mewl. He pushes in deeper and your eyes sting. His intrusion is heavy and painful.

He pokes in and out. You slicken around him, hiding behind your eyelids in shame as he groans with each delve inside. He is shaking as he explores you.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, “I can’t–”

He pulls his hand free and wipes his finger on your thigh. You hold your breath and peek out beneath your eyelashes. He frantically undoes his fly as he raises himself on his knees. You watch the thick muscles in his stomach and arms strain as he shoves down the fabric, the elastic of his briefs catching on his throbbing tip.

He grunts and frees himself, bobbing free as you shut your eyes again. You try to close your legs but he slaps your thigh, holding it down as he bends over you. He curls his other arm behind your head and leans his forehead against yours. His hot breath consumes you as he drags his hand away from your leg and grips himself.

He angles his head to kiss you, guiding his tip up and down your folds. He is quivering as his breath wisps rapidly from his nose. His tongue once more slides past your lips and you nearly choke as he glides along your entrance then pops back up your cunt.

You bring an arm between your bodies and push on his chest. Please, no– You turn your head away from him, breaking his kiss.

“Professor,” you murmur, “please, I never–”

“Me either,” he snarls as he lowers his head, nuzzling your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance, “mmm, I waited for you…”

He leans his weight into you. His muscles wrack, you feel his chest bulges against your palm. You dig your nails into him, bracing yourself as he stretches you around his tip. He gulps and gasps against your neck and bites down, the sharp pinch causing you to cry out.

He stops, only an inch inside and spasms. He’s almost coughing as he lets out a strangled stream of noises, better described as puppy-like whining. You focus on the ceiling, trying not to feel the sudden warmth gushing in and out of you.

He snarls, “fuck.” 

Suddenly, he lifts himself off of you, slipping free as he bounces the bed beneath you. You lay, still and spread eagle as he spins onto his ass and shoves himself off the matttress. The frame creaks and you watch him storm over to the sink in the corner, just beside the wooden wardrobe.

You don’t understand. That wasn’t so bad. You hardly felt it. Was it supposed to be that quick?

You let your hand creep down and you feel the sliminess leaking from you, smeared across you. You sit up and look at the nearly translucent substance glossed over your fingers. Steve puffs angrily as he turns the water on.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters to the mirror, “sweetie,” he turns his head, looking at you from the corner of his eye, “I was just… excited. Just give me a minute.”

You stare stunned at the wet spot on the blanket. Oh my god. He came. He didn’t even get all the way inside and he just… finished? 

You don’t look at him. You don’t want him to see the judgement blooming in your head. That’s definitely not how you imagined your first time, if you can even count it.

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“Personal Assistant” pt 2

Fandom: Saw franchise

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman x reader (afab)

Rating: PG-13 (? for this part anyway)

Tags: switchy dynamics, pet names, brat behavior, light daddy kink

Summary: More indulgent drabbling about Hoffman’s secretary being a pain in his ass.

Author’s notes: By “switchy” I mean Hoffman likes to play boss but he also acts simpy and “Anything for you, baby”… And the secretary/reader is very “Yes sir” with him, but takes pleasure in lightly manipulating Hoffman into letting her do what she wants, no matter how much it annoys him.

Pretty much just entertaining myself with these at this point.

Probably has spelling errors, whatever.

“I told you, Hoffy, my computer isn’t working. I gotta finish checking my e-mail. It’s part of my job, isn’t it?” You kicked your heels around giddily, stiletto stems nowhere close to reaching the ground. The wiggling little movements elicited a grunt from the hulking frame under you, hunkered down on his hands and knees. Somehow you had sweet-talked your way into using your boss as a chair. Just for a quick moment, of course.

“‘Hoffy’,” he scoffed in a near whisper. “You mean ‘sir’, don’t you, baby?”

You were feeling particularly bold today—particularly obstinate. But it wasn’t with any ill intent. You were just playing around. And he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t find your small bratty streaks somewhat endearing.

“Maaaaaaybe,” you mocked, biting out the tip of your tongue.

Hoffman turned his head up enough to see the face you were making, grunting with more frustration a second time. “That’s enough, honey. Daddy’s back hurts. You can finish checking your e-mails later.”

“But I’m sooooo comfortable,” you giggled, crossing your arms. You were laying the brattiness on thick. “You’re so sturdy, Hoffy. So cushy too.”

You had become so wrapped up in your own diabolical glee that the sudden drop jarred you severely.

Hoffman was now standing, hovering above you as he reached down to scoop you up by the waist. In a swift procession, he had pulled his office chair under him and draped you over one of his knees, making the whole act seem effortless. He was a strong bull indeed.

“You’ve been particularly irritating today, sweetheart,” he started through gritted teeth. While still dopey and soft, a warning intensity cut through his glare. “Are you trying to make things difficult? Are you trying to get in trouble?”

“N-no, Hoffy.”

SPANK!

He clicked his tongue. “Now, now. I know you only call me that when you’re trying to get on my bad side. You trying to be a little shit to Daddy?”

You shook your head, fully lying. A tiny smirk couldn’t help but crack through. You loved taking the piss out of him, draining the smugness out of his expression.

SPANK!

“Out loud, babydoll. Talk to me.”

“Yes, sir,” you giggled, though voice a little hesitant and reserved. The throbbing sting on your ass was an indication to cool it. But you wouldn’t.

At this point, your velvety black pencil skirt had been raked up to your lower back, revealing strappy, complicated garters running over seamless, pink panties. And, of course, a reddening behind.

“Oh, so you’re actually going to be honest with me now, huh sweetheart? Well, that’s very kind. But you were kinda pushing your luck, weren’t you? You can always use Daddy as your teddy bear—I’ll be whatever you want. But when I tell you to stop and you don’t? It’s not very nice, is it?”

There was that almost fatherly tone of disappointment. It tore you up a little. And also riled you up.

SPANK!

“Hoffman!” There was a hollow voice ringing at the closed door accompanied by rapid knocking. It sounded like Fisk.

Hoffman hurriedly slid you off his lap, at which point you slithered underneath his desk. You took in the view of his shiny black shoes and the way his rounded lower belly pressed into the edge of the desk.

Fisk had already entered, his conversation with Hoffman muffled and uninteresting above the wood surface you hid under. It seemed like mundane trial scheduling was the topic of discussion, so you decided to entertain yourself.

You lifted your chin past the edge of the rolling chair, reaching your teeth to graze Hoffman’s thick side. Even though your bite through his shirt fabric was tender enough, you felt how he jolted, immediately slinking a hand down to swat your face away. It was funny how you could hear the brief shift in his breath, but he managed to keep cool—voice low and dull as ever.

The footsteps at the front of the desk abruptly trailed out, door clicking behind. Uh oh, you were definitely in trouble now.

“Think you’re funny huh?” Hoffman’s eyes looked down with those unamused lowered lids. “I dunno what would be worse: more spanks or me canceling dinner tonight… But now that I think about it...”

“Don’t cancel dinner,” you fake-whined, jutting your lower lip out. You crawled out from below and stood up.

“Fine. But knock off this annoying shit. I’ll be good to you if you’re good to me, babydoll.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbled against your sternum as he pulled you close where you stood in front of him. “Anything you want. Just be a little nice.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“I know,” he exhaled.