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[atticrissfinch]

Alright with a Slow Burn | (joel miller x reader) (18+)

A Bonus Meet Me in the Back Oneshot

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pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: Just a casual cockwarming competition on a weekend afternoon. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), size!kink, daddy!kink, degradation!kink, cockwarming, unprotected piv, creampie, assplay, clothes-ripping, brief spitting, v brief over-the-pants footjob action ig, bad casino metaphors, some friendly competition with stakes <3, Olivia Benson appearance, random fluffy moments??? word count: ~5.4K | ao3 a/n: surprise! a dirty little oneshot for you. this takes place a while after part 6, probably a couple months post. title is from Slow Burn by Kacey Musgraves which feels very fitting for them.

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You love when Joel has a weekend night off of work. Your schedules are so misaligned, you often find yourselves stealing frantic early evenings together between your workday ending and his beginning.

The more you’ve taken Joel inside you the more your body molds to him — craves him on the daily. He still takes your breath away each time he enters you, and he still swears up and down about how tight you are every goddamn time. It’s symbiosis at its finest as far as you’re concerned. A mutually beneficial, delicious destruction of your respective selves at the hands of the other.

You fuck and you chill. You chill then you fuck. It’s a lazy cycle, but it works.

Right now you’re relaxing, Joel sitting on the couch and you lounging with your legs draped over his lap. Olivia Benson is solving especially heinous crimes on Joel’s crappy television, filling the leisurely silence of the trailer with a marathon of your shared comfort show. Joel had slept until 2 PM, as is his standard. You’d found yourself at his door as soon as he was once again alive to the world. There’s something about you appearing on his doorstep in fully done face, hair, and dress with him scruffy and bleary-eyed in nothing but joggers that sets your heart alight.

You like him simple, uncomplicated. You bring enough complications of your own. He’s a welcome reprieve with unceasingly open arms and a predictably hard cock. There’s not much more you could ask for.

Joel rubs circles into your ankle with his thumb, occasionally slipping down to the sole of your foot to apply pressure to the arch. Quiet moans of approval creep out of you at the treatment, and you can feel Joel responding to your sounds against your lower leg.

“Hi there,” you giggle, pressing the side of your calf into the initial stages of his bulge.

Joel’s grin gives way to a shallow grunt at the friction, and he clasps a hand around your ankle.

“Better be careful. Snake’s gonna start rattlin’.”

“Well, they don’t call me the snake charmer for nothing,” you joke, sliding your leg over his crotch again.

Joel snorts, quirking his brow. “They call you that, do they?”

“Yes they do,” you assert, nodding resolutely. “I get yours dancing easily enough.”

Joel exhales a laugh through his nose and squeezes your ankle. “Someone’s gettin’ a little big for her britches, ain’t she?”

“I’m not the one bursting the seams of my pants right now,” you retort, a smile playing on your lips.

Joel clears his throat and readjusts his seat, nonchalantly fixing his dick inside his joggers. “Don’t know what you’re jawin’ on about. I am one hundred percent unaffected by those sexy little moans of yours.”

“Oh yeah?” You challenge with a smirk, entirely unconvinced. You bend your leg and inch your foot back slowly, placing it directly onto his growing erection. The arch of your foot starts to massage him gently and Joel’s eyes drift closed for a mere moment before he snaps them back open.

“Yup,” Joel responds matter-of-factly, while noticeably avoiding your eyes.

“Mmm,” you hum, nodding and feeling Joel harden rapidly under your dedicated ministrations. “You, the same man who has never seen me and not popped a boner at some point during the interaction?”

“Don’t know who you're talkin' about,” Joel dismisses, attention honed in on the screen in front of him, but you can see the corner of his mouth fluctuating and his fist clenching at his side.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as your grin broadens. “Daddy?”

“Mmm?” Joel answers, like he’s afraid if he opens his mouth again, his whole cover will be blown and a much more vulgar sound will escape.

“You’re hard as a rock right now.”

Joel finally glances down at his crotch and swears. “Fine. You got me. You happy?”

“I will be soon,” you say with a shit-eating grin adorning your face.

Joel rolls his eyes and tugs at your arm, hauling you up onto his lap. “Come here, you little temptress.”

You giggle, swinging a leg over his and sitting on top of his undeniable arousal and grabbing onto the back of the couch. Joel’s smile matches yours now, eyes going hooded as he revels in having you in his lap once again — where you’re pretty sure he would like you to be at all times.

You dip your head down, stopping just short of your lips becoming one, and whisper, “This position familiar enough for you, big boy?”

Joel’s expression crumbles, a defeated moan pushing out his throat before he’s closing the distance with gusto, clutching the back of your head and burying his fingers in your hair as his tongue intertwines with yours.

You sigh into his mouth with a pleasurable sound of your own and begin rocking your hips down onto his straining cock. “Turn the TV off,” you utter against his lips. “Feels weird to fuck with this show in the background.”

The breath from Joel’s laugh puffs over your face as he snatches up the remote and hits the power button. The room goes quiet, save for the sound of your increased breathing and a barking dog outside. Joel’s hands run over the sides of your calves and the tops of your thighs until he reaches the hem of your sundress. Joel already knows what he’ll find underneath, but he moves it up glacially, building the tension rising in your bones.

“Lean back on your hands,” Joel instructs with soft authority.

You plant your palms solidly on the coffee table close behind you and lean back as your dress rucks up along with Joel’s upward movements. When the skirt hem meets your hips and reveals your lack of panties, Joel exhales heavily out his nose and shakes his head incredulously. “Perfect every time.”

You spread your knees further apart on either side of him and bait him with, “So make it not so perfect.”

“Not possible,” Joel mutters reverently, sliding a thumb between your glistening lips and stroking up from your dripping entrance to your throbbing clit. “Perfect now, different kinda perfect when she’s full o’me.”

“Joel, that is so…filthily sweet,” you admit, your voice pitching higher as his thumb makes another pass up the line of your cunt.

“Ain’t never wanna be nothin’ but that with you, sugarplum,” Joel replies huskily, spreading your outer lips with his middle and pointer fingers as he deftly works his cock out from his pants, tucking the elastic band under his balls. His length slaps weightily against his bare stomach and your pussy pulses in response.

Joel’s mouth shift for a moment, his cheeks concaving slightly, and then he reaffirms the spread of your lips and spits down onto your already dripping pussy.

You moan at the gesture and roll your hips onto Joel’s fingers as he rubs his saliva around your lips and pushes it into your waiting hole. “Put your cock in me, daddy.”

“So excited for him,” Joel chuckles lightly, but slides a supportive arm around your back for you to push yourself upright and fully into his lap again.

A gasp leaves you as your bare pussy descends on the underside of his exposed cock for the first time today and adds pressure to your clit. You allow yourself to grind on him a few times as you press your lips to his ear and say, “I’m gonna drop it down on you so good, daddy. I know how much you love this pussy.”

“I do love this pussy,” Joel sighs, his hands gripping your hips as you grind, “But I’ve got a little idea for you.”

“An idea?” You ask breathily.

“A little wager.”

Your hips still in his lap and you rear back to take in his expression. He’s got a mischievous look on his face as his thumbs stroke at the tops of your thighs.

“What kind of wager?” You ask skeptically.

“If I win, I get something I want. If you win, you get something you want.”

You furrow your brows at him. “You’re putting your cock in me. We both win in that scenario.”

“And what if I just put my cock in you? And I don’t do nothin’ else?”

“Like you’re not gonna move?” You ask, perplexed.

“That’s right.”

“So how do you win?”

“First person to give in. To start beggin’. To start movin’.”

“And you really think I can’t handle that?”

“Oh, baby, I know you can’t handle that.”

You scrunch your face up at him. “Rude.”

“Now, now, you said it yourself. I’m about to put my big fat daddy meat inside you. That don’t sound rude to me,” he chides, gripping his cock with his hand and stroking it to maintain his erection as you work through his proposition.

You roll your eyes. “Ok. What are the stakes?”

“What do you want, baby?”

You mull over a few ideas in your brain, humming thoughtfully as you parse through them, until you arrive on one. “You have to go to see Les Mis with me when it comes to town next month.”

Joel’s nose crinkles immediately. “Ain’t that the one where all those sad people singin’ and cryin’ about bein’ sad for five hours?”

“Three hours. You’ll survive. And I’ll let you fuck me to tears afterward if that’ll make you feel better.”

“Deal,” Joel whips out immediately, and you laugh at his haste.

“Ok. What do you want?”

And Joel is already locked and loaded with his answer. “You let me fuck your pretty, puckered backdoor.”

“Joel,” you groan, elongating the vowels in dreadful hesitance.

“Within the next two months,” Joel negotiates, cupping your face with his palm. “I’ll give you time. We’ll prep you real good before we do it. I just need to shove my cock into that juicy forbidden fruit at least once, babygirl. I gotta. Please let me.”

You know how badly he wants this. You’ve known he’s wanted it for a long time. But he’s just so huge. You have no idea how you’re going to fit him, and you mean that so honestly. But people do it, right? He’s done it with other women. He’s told you about them. It’s possible.

And shit. You are curious. You want to see if you could take it.

You sigh and say, “Two months. Lots of prep. And I can say to stop at any time.”

“Of course, baby.”

“Ok,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Deal.”

Joel’s eyes brighten with heartbreaking earnesty, a smile breaking across his face. “Really? Deal?”

“Don’t ask me again,” you advise sternly. “I said deal. Put your cock inside me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joel replies hurriedly, giddily, guiding your hips up and positioning his cock at the entrance of your cunt. “Make it count, baby. Ain’t gonna feel me rubbin’ on them pussy walls again for a long time if I got anything to say about it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you taunt, taking just the head of him inside you as you drag out the descent. “I know how you get when you’re buried inside me.”

“And how am I?” Joel banters back, his hands flexing on your hips as you sink down another inch.

A lazy smile cracks across your face as you poise your lips at his ear again. “Rutting into me like a mangy mutt until you get your nut out. Like your only purpose in life is to breed me like your bitch.”

Joel grunts at your words, his fingers digging into your flesh as you continue to slide down onto him. “So we’re playin’ dirty, are we?”

You laugh softly in his ear and say, “Don’t remember us ever playing any other way, daddy.” You give a sharp nip to his earlobe and hear him moan.

“Such a naughty fuckin’ girl,” Joel purrs, slipping a hand up your torso and between your tits until he’s cupping your neck delicately. No pressure, just a reassurance of his presence and a daring power move. You hum into the crook of his neck as you finally bottom out, your ass flush with his thighs and the tip of his cock nestled as deep as he can reach in this position.

Joel’s hand glides from your throat to your jaw and guides your face back up to his, his nose nudging yours as he says, “Let the games begin, baby.”

Your mouths fall into each other so naturally like this now, Joel always searching for your lips when he’s breaking you apart, like that will hold your pieces together. When the kisses grow deeper, you have to police your own movements carefully, resisting the urge to roll down onto him as the passion ramps up between you.

Coming up for air is bittersweet, knowing you can’t compensate for the loss of contact with renewed vigor in your hips. You gasp when you feel Joel’s cock flex inside you.

“That’s not allowed,” you whine, leaning your forehead against his and tucking your fingers into the hair at the back of his head as he smirks at his little loophole.

“Ain’t grindin’, ain’t movin’. Not against the rules.”

“You’re making shit up.”

“Am not.”

You groan a little as he flexes again, racking your brain for an idea until you come up with your own sweet revenge. Silently thanking your kegel exercises, you focus your muscles to contract around his cock in retaliation.

Joel groans in response, his head falling back against the top of the couch. “Fuck me, you little devil. That’s so fuckin’ not fair.”

“All’s fair in love, war, and sex wagers,” you tease, squeezing around him again just to hear him grunt again.

“Well, I’m callin’ a truce then,'' Joel says, nipping at your bottom lip. “I don’t move him, you don’t squeeze her.”

“Fine. Truce accepted.”

“Good girl.”

You hum and capture his lips again, sighing as he eagerly melts into you once more. Your pussy feels full, in a sensation that is both incredibly frustrating and oddly satisfying. You’ve longed for a simplified scenario of this for a while — to just exist with his cock stretching you open until your pussy doesn’t remember how it’s ever felt any other way. For time to pass and your bodies to remain as one. For him to take root inside you, cast out tendrils that affix to your walls and imprint their memory in the plush welcome of your cunt. This ever-present, almost anxious instinct to entreat your body to remember him and how he makes you feel.

This wasn’t exactly how you imagined it happening, a silly competitive sex game, but you’ll take it. This route seems much more organically Joel than anything else would anyway.

Your lips part from each other again and you rest your head on his shoulder, a sneaking suspicion that the two of you will be in this for the long haul. Joel’s hands slip under your dress and up your back, thumbs grazing back and forth at the sides of your tits.

“‘S kinda nice,” Joel mutters into your hair.

“It is. Unexpected side effect of our competitiveness, I guess,” you reply, words slightly warped by your cheek smushed against his shoulder. “Better not go soft on me, old man.”

“Can’t help it. You make me a little soft,” he says, a bit of solemnity in his voice.

You feel your heart flip over in your chest for a moment at his words. “Oh. I—I mean. I meant something much less appropriate than that, but…”

Joel expels a brief laugh and shifts his thumbs to your nipples, fussing with them as they harden under his attention. “I think you know, little sugarplum, that you’ve made me hard in the cock and soft in the heart for a hot minute now.”

“Shut up,” you mumble bashfully, but you close in and place a kiss onto the side of his neck. “Say something dirty, please. You’re actually going to go soft at this rate.”

Joel laughs again and tweaks your nipples between his fingers, making you squeak quietly in cheery arousal.

“You wanna know my favorite part of tearin’ up this tiny slit?”

Your giggle mingles with a moan as he shifts tone so effortlessly at your behest, but indulge him. “What, daddy?”

Joel’s hands skip down to the creases of your hip and thigh, rough fingertips running over the divots in your skin where you’ve sat on him for what feels like ages. “When I fuck into you just right and I feel your tight little snatch clamp down on my cock. Jesus.”

You whimper into his neck, actively fighting your body’s need to grind on him, ride him until he loses control and spills inside you.

Joel groans himself as he recounts his memories of you and him together. “Or when I’m hittin’ it so deep you can’t say a goddamn thing. No fuckin words, no slutty little sounds. Just braindead on my fuckin’ pussy pounder like the dick-drunk cumslut you are.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you whine against him, nails biting into the back of his neck as your hips scream at you to move. “You can’t say shit like that to me and not…”

“Not what, baby? Do some pussy pounding? You want Daddy Joel to treat you like a whore, sugarplum? He ain’t do that enough? He too nice to you?”

You moan as you feel wetness flowing out around Joel’s cock at his words. Joel really is usually so nice to you with only a few exceptions. He’s dirty and filthy, but he’s become annoyingly respectful to a degree. “I want you to treat me like a whore, daddy.”

“Poor baby,” Joel placates, raking his nails lightly over the tops of your exposed thighs until you shiver. “Better watch what you’re wishin’ for. Your resolve's lookin’ a bit shaky. And you wouldn’t wanna lose, would you?”

One of Joel’s hands drifts behind you, dipping a finger down between your cheeks and ghosting directly over the site of his potential earnings if you don’t pull your shit together.

You swear quietly and regroup, taking a deep breath. “Not a fucking chance, old man.”

Joel chuckles tauntingly, gripping your asscheek in his hand before relinquishing you and settling his hands back at your hips.

“Can you put on the TV or something so I can distract myself?” You whine, placing your hands on his chest.

Joel puts on a mocking pout and says, “Aww, you need a distraction from daddy’s cock filling you up? Are you daddy’s little bunny rabbit? Just need to bounce, bounce, bounce?”

“Fuck you,” you grumble, burying your face in his neck again. “How is this so fucking easy for you?”

“Who said it’s easy for me?”

“You’re just acting so breezy about this.”

“I still got it up, ain’t I?”

He is still rock hard. You can assess that with no trouble. You’re filled to the brim with him, and you imagine that his precome is coating the entrance of your cervix with how perfectly he’s made his home there.

“Yeah, very much so,” you admit.

Joel’s thumb strokes over your cheek delicately. “Believe me. As long as I’m hard, stayin’ still inside you ain’t gonna be easy for me. My goddamn brain is programmed to bust your fuckin’ walls down.”

“And you do it so well,” you coo, snaking your hand down between the two of you and slotting it into the small opening between your converging hips until your fingers are in reach of his ballsack.

The moment your fingers graze against the sensitive skin, Joel releases a helpless sound. “Oh, sugar, you can’t—” His words are cut off with a deep moan as your hand lightly contracts around his balls.

“Ain’t grindin’, ain’t movin’,” you imitate poorly back at him, cupping his sack and softly massaging the skin between them as he bites his lip and groans at your devious discovery.

“When I win, that little cock box ain’t gonna know what hit it when I’m done with you, little girl. And that asshole’s gonna be puckerin’ in fear knowin’ I’m gonna ream it out just as hard when the time comes,” Joel threatens, the severity of his words significantly weakened by the pitiful desperation in his voice.

“Big talk for a man I’ve got by the balls right now,” you deride with an impish grin, kneading the rounded pair of flesh in your palm, dutifully enough that it makes him keen. You feel the head of his cock twitch against your insides, and you’re fairly certain it was unintentional on his part. “Daddy’s getting a little excited in there, isn’t he?”

“Smug little shit,” he retorts, inhaling deeply through his nose to ground himself while in your clutches. Too lost in the amusement you’ve found in toying with Joel’s testicles, you nearly jerk up on his cock when you feel a spit-slick finger prodding at your unoccupied hole. “Still feelin’ smug?”

“Joel, don’t that’s—ohh,” your words trail off in a moan and your hand stalls below his cock when the tip of Joel’s finger pushes past the ring of muscle to the first knuckle.

“Said we were playin’ dirty,” Joel says huskily, wriggling his encased fingertip in a coaxing circle around the rim of your asshole from inside, pulling a whimper from you. “Figured I’d play where my whore is dirtiest.”

“That’s fucked up,” you argue breathily as his finger pops languidly in and out of your clenching hole. You give a slightly tighter squeeze to Joel’s ballsack and feel his cock twitch again. “You can’t pilfer through the goods before you’ve won. I should make you sit through my shitty rendition of I Dreamed a Dream if that’s how you’re gonna play.”

“Sing your heart out, little songbird. Ain’t gonna get you any closer to winnin’,” Joel says, voice straining against the pleasure you’re driving with your dexterous hold on him.

You whine as your body wrestles with being penetrated in two holes at once by Joel, your clit throbbing at the delicious noises Joel is making at your hands-on treatment, and you feel your determination dwindling by the second. You have no idea how long Joel has until he breaks, and your brain and body are screaming at you to allow this man to do what he does best and let him rearrange your guts with unbridled ferocity.

You know you could convince him to go to Les Mis with you regardless.

And you‘ve been planning on gifting him anal soon anyway. But he doesn’t need to know that. You can let him think he won it from you.

You don’t give a shit about the competition anymore.

You just need to get dicked down.

So you finally blow the whistle, wave the white flag with a, “Fuck it,” and smash your lips against his, ratcheting your hips back and forth like a snapped rubber band.

Joel’s reactionary groan is loud and raspy as his fingers sink into the meat of your ass, hauling you with impassioned movements to assist in your primal need to make up for lost time.

“Fucking finally,” he growls into your mouth, starting to lift your hips and pull you back down onto his length as you moan like a shameless whore at the friction. “‘Boutta make you the sorest fuckin’ loser this side o’the Miss’ssippi, sweetheart.”

“Do it,” you cry out, pressing your foreheads together as your fingers tug at the hair on the nape of his neck and you begin to bounce on his cock with all the tenacity you brought to your stupid competition. “Fucking destroy me, daddy.”

You feel like your cervix is bruising from each punch of his cock inside you, from the way he’s yanking you down on him while fucking up into you with a deafening grunt on every thrust. He gives a final, punishing thrust before pulling you off his cock entirely and nudging you back.

“Get on the fuckin’ floor. On your back.”

You narrowly miss smacking your head on the coffee table in your haste, scrambling down to the carpet and falling onto your back for him. Joel loses his sweats in no time flat, swiping them across his sweat-dappled forehead and tossing them to the side before kneeling between your spread legs.

Joel’s fists clench around the rounded neck of your sundress as he looks you dead in the eye. “You love this dress?”

You swallow and shake your head vigorously. Even if you did, you didn’t give a single fuck in this moment what happened to it. Which is fortuitous, because Joel rasps out a single low grunt and the cotton dress tears like tissue paper at his hands. He rips it right down the center, collar to hem, the straps over your shoulders the only fabric keeping it attached to your body. But Joel, having revealed precisely what he wanted, doesn’t bother with further destruction.

He just takes a few moments to drag his eyes up and down your now fully exposed body, nipples peaked and hard, pussy spread, stretched, and drenched, and your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath for the brief, heavy few seconds you’re sharing before he pounds you into oblivion.

You remember the last time he ripped clothing of yours. That very first time in the backroom when he wrenched your panties clean off your bottom half to give himself unfettered access to your enticing offer. It feels appropriate that the second time he wrecks your wardrobe is to once again lay claim to his spoils.

You love feeling conquered by him. Vanquished.

There really wasn’t much of a point in you winning. He’d won a long time ago. The moment he sunk into you the first time. You were done for.

Joel corrals your legs onto his shoulders, folding you in half as a balancing hand appears next to your head on the shag carpet and the other guides his cock to your waiting heat.

He notches at your opening and looks down at you, halting there. “Tell daddy he won.”

You whimper at the tease of his thick, slickened head at your hole, but concede with no ambiguity, “You won, daddy.”

Your mouth falls open in a breathy gasp as he splits you open around him again, pressing back in to the hilt with no resistance. The hair at Joel’s base prickles at your folds, dampening them with your accumulated wetness. His hands bracket your head as he drops down to steal a sloppy kiss from your lips, sucking your blatant arousal off your tongue.

“Daddy’s gonna enjoy your little slot machine, baby. Heard she’s as loose as a fuckin’ whore in Vegas.”

“She feel loose to you?” You counter, squeezing around his cock again, now that you’re free to do so.

Joel groans, retracting his hips inch by inch, pausing with a smirk to say, “Sure feels like a jackpot to me,” before plunging back inside you.

He hits so different from this angle, and you never seem to remember just how much until he dives in. You feel winded on the first thrust, but it’s an addictive sort of high. It’s like he’s got a hand around your throat, commanding your breath with his strokes, but, as disgusting as it is, the only hold he has on you in this moment is your heart.

Maybe you’re “dickmatized” as your friends say, but you can’t help but think that with a cock like his, it’s so easy to fall for this man. And then he follows it up with attentiveness and affection, and it feels like a fucking rabbit hole you’re tumbling down. Only he has ever been able to steal your breath with his dick, and then steal it again with his sincerity, just to breathe you back to life when you see him again.

It’s terrifying and exhilarating, two sides of the same coin that seems to be spinning indefinitely. Part of you wishes Joel would catch it, flip it onto the back of his hand, and reveal the result for you. But he would never do that on your behalf. So you just let it spin.

The buildup has Joel relentless in his mission to show you just why you lost to him, and what you were missing by thinking you could win. Although, you have a sneaking suspicion that he fabricated this entire game to all but guarantee his chances at exploring your “forbidden fruit” as he’d called it. You can’t fault him for that. The man is clever.

The noises falling from your lips are unfiltered and raw. You couldn’t restrain them if you tried. Joel’s cock is mind-numbingly agonizing, slamming into you with undeniable intent to demolish you. You’re vaguely aware of the scrape of Joel’s flesh under your fingernails as they rake for purchase on his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Joel is definitely babbling to you, but with all the noise in your brain it’s fragmented as it meets your ears.

“…pussy’s so…chokin’…big cock…lucky girl…rolled daddy’s snake eye, didn’t ya…”

Your eyes are rolling around in your skull as he hammers into the end of you with unfathomable stamina. Joel offers what you sense are filthy encouragements as your pussy welcomes the onslaught and your sounds begin to fail you, exactly as he said happens when he’s fucking you just right. Your mouth lies open with nothing to fill it, even your own vocalizations.

You can feel two rough fingers on your clit, but it’s blurred on the edges of your mind. Your brain doesn’t comprehend it, but your body does, because you can feel it seizing, clenching in preparation for the inevitable release. And release it does, your back arching off the ground, forcing the last remnants of sound from your throat in a final, high-pitch whimper as your vision flashes white and your hearing goes staticky.

You think you hear a telling groan from Joel indicating his own completion, but it gets lost in the haze. Your body comes back to you in gradual sections. You feel your fingers first, still earthed in Joel’s back like they were dead-set on drawing blood — which they may well have done. Then up your arms and down your abdomen, where you soon recognize the press of Joel’s face in your neck and his hot, panting breath over your skin. The sensation in your feet trickles back to you and you pinpoint them locked in a vice grip around Joel with your heels still digging into his ass like the masochist you’ve spectated yourself becoming since you met Joel.

You find your voice again, and it feels like sandpaper, but you’re compelled to ask, “Wait, did you already come?”

Joel breathes a laugh into your neck. “Like Jesus Christ himself, sweetheart.”

“No, I missed it,” you groan, dragging out the first word in disappointment.

“‘S alright, baby,” Joel consoles, stroking down your hip soothingly. “There’ll be a million more where that came from if I got anythin’ to say about it.”

You flex your pelvic muscles to suss out the situation down there. It feels empty, evidence of the gaping absence of him. You clench, and your pussy might as well be crying. To be refilled, to be left alone. To lick its own wounds, to have more inflicted before you even bother. And then there’s the drip of him from inside you, a crude balm to the aching gash between your legs. The only remedy that you think—that you hope—you’ll ever need with him.

Your orgasm had clearly taken you out of commission for a few minutes, because Joel’s cock already lies completely flaccid against your stomach, rung dry by the iron grip of your cunt. Joel’s lips find yours and it’s messy and perfect. Like an ardent forgiveness for your self-imposed sin of not witnessing his achieved euphoria. It’s healing precisely where you need it to heal.

“You’re fucking incredible,” you sigh, your limbs going limp around him, sliding off to land where feels natural. One of those places happens to be your hand intertwining with his.

Joel’s grin presses into your neck as he plants a kiss there. He slips his free hand around the curve of your ass, fingers dipping into the split of your cheeks in a cruel foreshadow, chuckling as he says, “Hope you’re still sayin’ that when I cash in my chips.”

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[littlemelanintales]

Aftercare

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Soft!Bucky, cock drunk reader, after care, no smut

Your face was still mashed into the mattress beneath you. Ringlets voiding your full vision with the taste of salty sweat creeping past your huffing lips. You felt kisses placed on your hot shoulder blades and the curls being swiped from your face.

Your eyes were unfocused but centered on the lightly breezy curtains,

"Speak for me."

"Mmm." Was all you could let out. Bucky got up from the bed and crossed the hardwood to the adjacent bathroom. You could hear the sink running and the medicine cabinet open then shut again. The loud padding of his weight crossing the floor filled the otherwise virtually silent room.

He squatted to your eye level, bringing the cool towel to gently wipe the night from your brow.

Your breathing relaxed further, drinking in the sparkle in his eyes and the gentleness he has with you.

"There she is he said softly.

"Sit pretty for me, Baby. Can you do that?" You nod and slowly started to sit up and turn yourself over. Small squeaks and groans escaped your lips as the buildup in your triceps tensed up. You leaned back against the headboard, taking a deep breath. He started to bring the duvet up but you declined,

“ ‘m hot." He smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss to your forehead. Bucky grabbed the 2 Tylenol and glass of water from the night stand. He lifted the cup to your lips and placed his cold, hard index finger under your chin to guide your head with the water. You took and swallowed the medicine before resting your head back. He placed the cool towel on your forehead before standing,

"That needs to be empty before you go to sleep." he said behind him as we went back to the bathroom. He re-entered with another cloth in hand. He sat beside you and ran his hand up the length of your leg. You twitched when he reached her inner thigh and he left out an breathy laugh.

He gently separated your legs, lightly lifting it and placing himself on his stomach between them.

He leaned in and softly left open mouthed kisses to the insides of both your thighs. He closed his eyes and sighed at the smell of you; sweet left over arousal and sweat. When he opened them he was eye to eye with your sticky, wet pussy. The sight of your juices and his cum secreting from your used hole left him in a trance.

"Ohhh, Baby. You did so well for me," your heart rate started to increase just slightly, "the best girl I could ever have. So needy. So obedient. Drink your water, honey.

You brought the cup to your lips and Bucky brought the new warm cloth up from his side. He started with a single swipe. You arched your back at the sensation the courses through you. You placed the cup down, mesmerized by him.

"You made me feel so good. Did I make you feel

good?"

"Yes, Daddy," you said as you smiled down at him and ran your fingers through his hair. His grip on your left thigh tightened just a little bit, his body unwillingly notifying you that his heart skipped a beat.

He finished cleaning you up and got up from the bed. He pulled the duvet over you without asking this time. Bucky lifted the cup one last time and you happily drank the rest of it contents. He threw the towels in the hamper, grabbing a shirt from the dresser in the process. He walked back over to you and let you settle into your pjs.

He walked to his side and climbed in, immediately pulling you as close as possible. He left kisses on the back of your neck while he whispered about how he wants to spend the next day.

"I love you, YIN."

"I love you too."

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HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?

Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷

Ride Me ~ L.HS

pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)

“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.

You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.

Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.

A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.

A claw machine filled with plushes.

A retro fighting game.

And a two player motorcycle game.

Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.

“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.

“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.

Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.

"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.

You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.

You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.

"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.

Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.

"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.

You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.

"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.

"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.

"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.

"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.

"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.

"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.

"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.

He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.

As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.

At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.

He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.

You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.

He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."

Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.

You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.

He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.

Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.

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Always Ever Only You Part 28 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: As parents-to-be, you and Bradley start to get used to a new kind of routine. You've somehow replaced nights out at the bar with nausea, exhaustion, and a seemingly never ending ache for your husband. And he's showing you with his words and actions how ready he is for whatever comes next.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, pregnancy, vomiting, angst, fluff

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

On Monday morning, you woke up to Bradley in his uniform making coffee and toast when you wandered into the kitchen in nothing but his old UVA shirt. "You're up early," you mumbled with a smile, and he dropped the teaspoon he was holding onto the counter. 

"Hey," he crooned, rushing over to you and touching your belly like you were made out of porcelain. "How did you sleep?" he asked, kissing your forehead. He was fresh out of the shower, his skin still warm and his hair damp. 

"Okay," you whispered. "I'm starving."

"Yeah? You think you can eat?" he asked, already pulling you toward the toaster. But you were burying your nose in his neck and inhaling deeply before kissing his scars, making your glasses go crooked on your face.

"You smell so good."

He chuckled. "I just used your body wash like I always do."

"Mmm," you hummed, still holding onto him as he buttered a piece of toast for you. After a good sleep, you were feeling great, and a smile found your face as you thought about the reminder you set on your phone to call your doctor at lunchtime. "Hey, Daddy?"

Bradley's eyes practically rolled back as he looked at the ceiling and groaned. "The fact that it means two different things now when you call me that is going to drive me insane."

You laughed as you turned so your back was pressed to his front, and you took a bite of toast. Your stomach gurgled and lurched, but you didn't feel like you were going to be sick, so you took another bite. "Do you want to join me at lunchtime today when I call my doctor?"

His hands kept finding their way to your belly, this time slipping up inside the shirt. "I'm not flying today, so yes. Absolutely. You calling from your office?" 

"Yeah. I'll probably stop in the cafeteria and get something to eat and take it back up with me."

"I'll meet you there with a burrito bowl in my hand," he promised, gently stroking your tattoo with his fingertips. 

Bradley drove both of you to work, and you found that you were having a pretty good day. Your toast stayed down. Bickel complimented your work. Cat was making headway on your presentation for Annapolis. But then you froze in place in the lab. In all of the excitement of the pregnancy test, you completely forgot you were going to have to go to Annapolis next month. 

You groaned softly, and then you wanted to scream, because tears started to fill your eyes. The lack of control over your emotions was already a lot to handle, and you were only two days into this thing. You took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down, but the idea of leaving Bradley right now had you panicking. And then you thought about what another deployment would mean for the two of you.

"Are you okay?" Cat asked softly, and you tried to turn your face further away from her as you nodded.

"Yeah. Just fine," you managed. "Can you change the font on the slides to something a little bolder? Make it easier to read from the back of the presentation room?"

"Sure," she replied. "You know what else I can do?"

"What?"

"Sit here quietly and listen if you need to talk about something."

You wiped at your tears before turning toward her. "Thanks, but I'm fine." 

She raised one eyebrow before returning to typing. "Jake did say you were stubborn..."

You laughed in spite of yourself. "I don't even know why I'm friends with him," you replied, but you did know. He took care of you when Bradley was away, when you couldn't take care of yourself. In an effort to change the subject from you crying over your raging hormones and early pregnancy, you asked, "How are things going with Lieutenant Seresin anyway?"

"Excellent," she whispered. "Jeremiah got accepted into the daycare on base," she added. You knew she didn't talk about her son with too many people at work, but you weren't sure what this had to do with Jake.

"Hey, that's great. Now you don't have to drive across town if he gets sick. Especially since I don't even have a car for you to borrow at the moment," you muttered. But you could tell she wanted to say something else. You knew that giving her a few seconds of quiet would make her feel like she could talk about it, and soon she was telling you more.

"Jake prepaid for six months at the new daycare."

Okay. So things were getting quite serious. Then the idea that your own child might one day be enrolled in the same daycare as Jeremiah made you smile. "I told you Jake was a good one."

Cat rolled her eyes and went back to typing, but her smirk was soft, and you knew she wasn't disagreeing with you.

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"I'm just saying, we should do an old school style keg party on the beach for Mickey's birthday." Nat was talking Bradley's ear off on the way to the cafeteria, but his head was in the clouds. All he could think about was the baby. Baby, baby, baby. He kept adding things to his Amazon cart, and he only found out you were pregnant two days ago.

"Kegger? Yeah, that sounds fun," he muttered, walking a little faster to get to you sooner. 

"Listen, if your wife starts doing a keg stand, I'm not going to stop her," she replied with a laugh. "She's hilarious when she's drunk."

Bradley stumbled. You weren't going to be able to drink alcohol now. Nights out at the Hard Deck drinking out of matching beer bottles were a thing of the past, at least until approximately the end of next March. He had no idea what to say, because he didn't know how long he was supposed to wait before he told his best friend that he was going to be a dad. "Yeah, she's a fucking delight," he said, making her laugh harder. 

He was going to need to have a conversation with you about all of this and figure out how to proceed. Right now he had more important things to do. Like collect his wife, call the doctor, and make sure you ate lunch. When he walked into the cafeteria, he saw you from behind, and he groaned softly. The way you filled out your khakis was always something he loved to see, but then he considered that your hips might get a little wider in a few months, and he stumbled again. 

"What's wrong with you today, Soul Sister?" Nat asked, but she noticed where he was looking, and she rolled her eyes. "Two years ago, I would have never bet a single cent on you ever settling down. And now look at you. Pathetic. In the best kind of way."

Bradley shook his head. You were turning to look at him now, and the way you bit your lip was giving him ideas. You waved to Nat as they approached, and Bradley picked up a burrito bowl for you. "Not today," you told him, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him. "I'm not hungry for that."

"You want a sandwich instead?" he asked, kissing the top of your head as you pressed your body against his.

"I want my Daddy," you whispered softly, and he could see it in your eyes. 

"Jesus Christ," Nat complained. "Not right in front of my lunch. The two of you are repulsive. Don't forget to tell her about Mickey's party." 

Bradley watched his best friend storm off with her lunch tray as you asked, "What about Mickey's party?"

"I'll tell you later. You really don't want a burrito bowl?"

"No. I don't want hot sauce."

Bradley sputtered. "I'm sorry, what? You don't want hot sauce?"

You grinned as he grabbed two sandwiches instead. "The baby is saying no."

He let your words wash over him, and the fact that you were still holding onto him with that needy look in your eyes had him kissing you a little rough. "You want me? Right now?" 

When you nodded and whispered, "I need you," he practically hauled you and the food to the bank of elevators out in the hallway. "I'm really horny," you whined when he pushed the up arrow. "Like so fucking horny, Roo. Earlier I was crying about something, but I can't even remember what. And all I want right now is your cock in-"

Bradley smothered your lips with his as the elevator opened, revealing an admiral. It would be better to get a dirty look for kissing his wife than a reprimand for talking about how the two of you were about to get down in your office. Once the elevator was empty, he guided you inside where you just continued to kiss him. Then you led him down the hallway with a visible erection in his pants, and he hid behind you as you unlocked your door.

"You know, there once was a time when you told me I wasn't allowed to fuck you at work."

You closed and locked the door as he set down the sandwiches, and you looked at him with a predatory glint in your eye. "Shut up and pull your pants down, or I'll name the baby Honda Civic Bradshaw."

Bradley tried not to laugh as he worked at his belt, button and zipper. "Come on, Baby Girl. You can't even prove that's where I knocked you up. And if we're naming the baby after a vehicle, it's the Bronco for sure. Bronco Bradshaw, the coolest fucking kid in town."

And now you were laughing as you shimmied your pants down to your knees and treated Bradley to the view of you bent over with your arms folded on your desk. "Just fuck me, Daddy."

He palmed your ass in both hands and whispered, "My pleasure." Your head came to rest on your arms just as he lined himself up, and you sighed in relief when he started to thrust. You seemed instantly more relaxed, the tension melting away from your face. "You needed it that bad?" he murmured, reaching around to gently stroke your clit.

"Mmhmm," you hummed, tilting your head to look back at him. "So bad. I told you I was horny."

"Does this feel good?" he asked, keeping it to a slow and steady pace for now. You'd been like this when you stopped taking your birth control last year, and he vividly remembered coming home one day to find you riding the arm of the couch and begging for him. His fingers tightened on your hip as he tapped a pattern against your clit, making you buck back against him. 

"So good," you whined loudly, bucking back again. This was probably just because your hormones were all over the place right now, but he had no qualms about fucking you at work. Every time he did it, he thought about you sitting in the lab all afternoon with a tight, cum filled pussy. But then he remembered what else you and he were supposed to do today, so he pinched your clit until you moaned, and he fucked you harder. "Roo!"

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning as his hips slapped your ass with each stroke. Your pussy was so wet, his hand felt slick as he rubbed your clit in tight circles that had your legs shaking as you started a high pitched little whine. You sounded like a spoiled brat right now, his name all over your lips as you asked for more and more. 

You were about to come. He could tell. When he rammed himself deep and pressed on your clit, your pussy squeezed him tight, and you grabbed at the edge of your desk. "Bradley!" you gasped, wiggling your ass as you pulsed and moaned. He rolled his hips gently as he came, enjoying the sensation of added wetness and the knowledge that this was all just for fun since you were already pregnant. 

He had a smile on his face as he watched his cum drip onto your underwear before helping you pull it up. Your eyes were dreamy as Bradley tucked your shirt in for you. "All better?"

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. "Yes, and I'm starving. I hope I can eat."

"Let's give it a try," he whispered, kissing your temple and guiding you to sit on his lap on the desk chair. "Just take it slow." After you took a few tentative nibbles of your sandwich, he asked, "Can we call your doctor before I have to go back out?"

"Oh," you gasped as you started to fumble with your phone. "I set a reminder, but I already forgot! I'm having a bit of a hard time focusing," you muttered. You pulled up the contact information and kissed his cheek, and Bradley listened to you tell the nurse your full name on speakerphone. He'd never tire of hearing his last name tacked on after yours, and instead of digging into his own sandwich, he wrapped you up in his arms. 

You snuggled against him as you told the nurse, "I'm pregnant! I took some tests this past weekend, and they were all positive. I think I'm between five and six weeks along." Bradley rubbed your belly with his big hand while you scheduled an appointment for an evening when he could go with you.

When you ended the call, he handed you his phone. "Enter your appointment into my calendar? I need to have a very important conversation." You took his phone as he pulled you closer until you were straddling his lap, and then he teased your belly with his knuckles through your shirt and leaned a little closer. "Hey, kiddo. I know you think it's fun in there, but can you give Mommy a little break? Maybe let her go the rest of the day without yacking?"

You giggled as you typed away on his phone. "Yes, please listen to Daddy."

When you met his gaze, he buried his face against your neck. "I'm obsessed with both meanings of that word now, Sweetheart."

With a kiss to the corner of his mustache, you said, "The appointment is all set. Hopefully we can see an ultrasound. And I don't even mind the barfing as long as the baby is healthy."

Bradley ran his hand along your hair. An ultrasound. A little photo of the baby. His baby. He squeezed you so tight, you squeaked. "I can't wait. I can't wait for all of this."

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Bradley was serious about everything. He found crib bedding and paint swatches online, and you had to keep reminding him that it wasn't a good idea to get ahead of yourselves too early on. Every time you brought it up as gently as you could, you ended up with his lips on yours, effectively silencing you. 

"Okay," he murmured against your lips on Thursday morning while he rubbed your back. You were standing in his arms in the kitchen, practically in tears because you spent twenty minutes throwing up as soon as you got out of bed. You started carrying a toothbrush to work with you, because it seemed to be happening more and more now. You were so hungry, you just wanted to be able to eat even a small meal. But now he was talking about cribs again.

"We can't buy furniture yet, Roo. We just can't."

"I know, Sweetheart. I'm trying to reel it in."

"We don't even have the new Bronco yet," you reminded him, which would probably just get him thinking about car seats. 

"Soon," he whispered, reaching for the discarded piece of dry toast on the plate next to him. "Take another little bite." 

You nodded as your mouth watered, and tears sprang to your eyes as you nibbled on it. When you swallowed it down, you said, "If you're this patient with me, I might actually die watching you feed a baby."

Your husband buried his nose in your hair and kissed you there. "I'll take care of both of you."

And then, you felt that thrum of desire that was always just below the surface right now. You swore you could smell Bradley everywhere, all day long, even when you were working in your lab. His mustache skimmed the shell of your ear, and your pussy clenched. A soft moan escaped your lips, and his deep laughter gave you goosebumps. "Baby Girl. We do not have time for that right now. And I'm flying all day today."

You pouted up at him. "Not even a really quick fuck?"

"No," he replied as he patted your rear end. "You need to get in the Bronco so we can get on base before we're late. Then later we have to help Bob move into your old place with Maria. Then I'm going to make sure you eat something. Then, and only then, can we have sex before bed."

"You're so mean."

He cocked his head and gave you side eye. "You liked me when I got you pregnant in your shit mobile."

Your eyes lit up. "So you're admitting I'm right? About the backseat?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, grabbing the sandwich he made himself so he wouldn't have to leave the tarmac later. "Let's get going."

Bradley buckled you in, and you made it halfway to work before you started to feel nauseous. In an effort to distract yourself, you asked, "What was the excuse you gave about missing out on the Hard Deck last night?"

He winced and looked at you briefly. "I said Tramp got into something and threw up everywhere. I fucking hate lying."

"I know, but it's too early to tell them," you groaned. "And now we need to keep thinking of excuses? I hate this."

"Yeah... about that... Mickey's birthday party is a beach kegger. It was Nat's idea."

You let your forehead rest against the window. "Okay. I mean, maybe I can offer to be the designated driver that night? Or maybe you and I can just keep switching cups while you drink all the beer?"

"We'll figure it out," he murmured. "I'm not worried about that so much as keeping you healthy right now. I'll lie to them about this if I have to."

You nodded as a wave of saliva filled your mouth and made you gag. "Pull over!"

"What?" Bradley asked, already flipping on the hazard lights and stopping in front of a random driveway.

"Oh god," you groaned as you unbuckled, opened the door, and stumbled as you threw up into a storm grate. You heard his door slam as he ran around the back of the Bronco to help you stand there as you continued to vomit next to someone's mailbox and lilac bush. 

Then you heard a man's voice, and when you looked up, there was the homeowner, watering his flowers. "Is everything okay?" he asked cautiously as you heaved.

"Just great," Bradley replied in an upbeat tone that made you want to kick him. "My wife's pregnant."

"Oh... well, congratulations," he replied as you finally stood up straight and gave him a little wave. 

Bradley helped you buckle in again and forfeited the water thermos from his lunch as you groaned, "That was embarrassing. Did you really have to tell him that?"

He kissed your forehead. "It was nice to be able to tell someone. It's not like he even knows us."

"That's true," you whispered, taking a sip of cold water. "This is miserable."

Bradley leaned down and kissed your belly before he said, "What did I tell you about being chill? Mommy needs a break."

You ran your fingers through his soft curls. "Let's just go to work so you don't get reprimanded, Lieutenant Commander."

"Whatever you say, Lieutenant Commander."

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It was kind of surreal for Bradley, being back at your apartment again. "I haven't been here since I moved your old bed frame out," he mused as you and he walked inside holding hands. The back of the Bronco was filled with stuff from Bob's old place, but he wanted to know where to put things before he started moving boxes in. 

"The bed frame that you broke?" you asked, and then both of your eyebrows shot up. "Just like my car? I'm sensing a theme here when it comes to you and me fucking."

Bradley blushed. He wasn't even going to mention the patio chair or handful of articles of your clothing he'd also wrecked in the process. "Keep it down, Sweetheart. Bob doesn't need to know about that."

"He's not that innocent," you whispered, and Bradley watched his friend blush as Maria patted him on the shoulder. "Or maybe he is."

"Hey, Bob, where do you want all the boxes?" Bradley asked as you walked over to Maria and then disappeared down the hallway. His mind wandered to that first night he spent here with you. The first time you slept together. The first time you made him Marry Me Rooster. The first time he thought he could fall in love with someone who could love him back. He already knew he had deep feelings that night, and now someday you'd be cooking that dinner for three of you. 

"Did you hear me?" Bob asked cautiously as Bradley stood staring into the kitchen. "You can take everything into my room, and I'll sort it later."

"Sure," Bradley replied, nodding at him as he snapped out of his daydream. He ran back down the familiar stairs, grabbed some boxes, and took them back up. He smiled to himself as he recalled carrying you up the same stairs when you'd been drunk enough to scare away any other woman within a five mile radius who even dared to look at him. 

When he strolled back inside, he went to your old bedroom where you were standing with Maria and laughing about something in the walk-in closet. He set the boxes down, went directly to you and kissed you. "Hi," you sputtered, clearly caught off guard but smiling nonetheless. "Everything okay?"

"Yep." He cupped your cheek and kissed you one more time. "Very good. Perfect."

"I'll help you carry up some more boxes," you told him, your voice sounding a little breathy. He gave you an unamused look as the three of you exited the closet, but he waited until you and he were walking out of the apartment together. 

"You're not carrying jack shit, Sweetheart," he informed you. "I looked online, and you shouldn't lift more than twenty pounds."

You waved your hand in the air and said, "That's not until the second and third trimesters." He watched you walk down the stairs, and then he had to rush to catch up with you in the parking lot. 

"Absolutely not," he practically growled when you reached for a cardboard box. He had you pinned between his body and the open tailgate. "It's not happening." You slowly set the box down and turned to face him, and he squeezed your hip. "What's the point of having a husband who works out all the time if he's not going to carry everything for his pregnant wife?"

You moaned. You fucking moaned his name. "Bradley." Then you were sitting on the tailgate with your legs spread wide and his tongue in your mouth. Your hands were tucked up inside his tee shirt, gripping at his abs and the fly of his jeans. "You turn me on," you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing yourself against him. 

"God damn it," he cursed, big fingers gripping the back of your neck as you kissed along his chin and licked his Adam's apple. It was so tempting, taking you in the parking lot like a horny teenager. But it wasn't even dark out yet, and Maria would know exactly what was going on. He wrenched his body back a few inches and shook his head while you pouted at him. "I'll give it to you any way you want it when we get home, but you need to wait."

You let your legs fall away from his body before sliding down from the tailgate. He kissed your little frown, reached inside one of the boxes, and removed three plastic hangers. "You may carry these." You looked up at him and sighed. He stacked up three boxes and carried them up the stairs behind you.

"I still think you're being a little ridiculous," you told him as he watched your ass sway. 

"About what, Sweetheart? Not fucking you in the middle of a parking lot where someone was walking a chihuaha? Or about the hangers?" 

You snorted as you walked into the apartment once again. "Both."

"You need to behave."

Once the Bronco was unloaded, you and Bradley hung out for a few minutes. Maria offered up some beer and said she could order a pizza, but the firm but barely perceptible shake of your head had Bradley saying, "We need to get home and let Tramp out, but thank you."

"Is he feeling better?" Bob asked. "I know you said he got sick yesterday, and that's why you had to skip the Hard Deck."

"No," you replied quickly. "That's why we have to get back to let him out. He's been making such a mess. I think he ate something in the yard that he really shouldn't have."

"That's a bummer," Maria said, and Bradley couldn't help but notice the way Bob was looking at her with his cheeks tinged pink. "We skipping brunch this Sunday since Cam's flying to Pittsburgh for his sister's wedding? Or do you want to make it a girls day?"

You rolled your eyes. "He will bitch incessantly if we go without him. It's not even worth it."

"You're right," she replied, shrugging and letting her arms drop to her sides. Bradley watched you hug your friend and then kiss Bob on the cheek which made him blush even more. 

"Enjoy your new room, Bob. And enjoy the best roommate in the world while you're at it," you told him. 

"Wow," Bradley said, hands on his hips. "That stings a little bit."

"I'm sure she's making a valid point," Maria told him with a smirk.

"Yeah, but I'm standing right here," he said with a laugh as he shook Bob's hand. "See you at work tomorrow."

"Thank you!" Bob called after Bradley as he followed you back out and down the stairs. 

You were laughing as he scooped you up and placed you on the front seat. "You won't even let me carry myself!"

"Do not test me," he warned as he pulled the seatbelt across your body. "Especially since you said I'm not the best roommate you've ever had."

"You're not a roommate, Roo! You were a sexy boyfriend and then a sexy fiancé and now you're a sexy husband." You kissed him and whispered, "And soon you'll be a sexy Daddy. And I just so happen to live with you."

He placed his hand on your belly and murmured, "I can't wait to be a Daddy. Can't wait for your belly to get big. I'm so excited to meet the little bun when we go to the ultrasound."

You were moaning his name again, so he closed the door and made quick work of driving home. The route was so familiar from him doing it so many times when you and he were just starting out dating, and your hand rested heavy on his thigh. When he reached down, he could feel your engagement ring and wedding band under his palm. He would take care of you. He was already getting used to how much and when you needed to eat to avoid the horrible nausea. He was already thinking about hiring a contractor to work on the rooms upstairs. It didn't matter what it was, he'd make sure it was perfect for you. 

And that included fucking you into the mattress if you wanted him to. But when he pulled into the driveway, you were sound asleep next to him. He laughed. "Seriously?" He knew you needed to sleep, so he carefully carried you inside after he let Tramp out in the backyard. 

"What happened?" you asked, still half asleep as he set you down in bed. 

"We're home," he whispered, removing your glasses, shoes, socks and jeans. "Do you think you should eat some crackers?" You just shook your head and rolled toward his usual spot like you were searching for him there. He chuckled as you snuggled against the pillow. "I'll be in shortly."

He took Tramp for a walk and made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He ate the sandwich while he spread some peanut butter on a few unsalted crackers just in case you woke up hungry in the middle of the night. Then he took a shower and got you to sit up and take a sip of water before he climbed in bed. 

And that's when he checked his phone for the first time in hours. He tapped the icon for the new voicemail from 6:02 pm and listened to a voice tell him something so delightful, he almost woke you up to share it with you. 

"Hi, Bradley, this is Terry from the Ford dealership. I'm just calling to let you know your new Bronco is here."

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He's ready to go. As soon as he's allowed to talk about the pregnancy, he's going to be hanging a banner up in front of the house about it. The new Bronco arrives soon. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[shadowkoo]

Baby Maker

→ Summary: You and Yoongi have been relishing the comfort of your newly married life, savoring each moment together. However, there's an additional want tugging at your heartstrings – the thought of becoming a mother. That’s right, you want a baby. Yoongi isn’t sure if he’s ready for the journey of bringing a baby into your lives. But he’ll agree to anything that makes you happy, and if it’s a baby you want, it’s a baby you’ll get.

↠ myg x f.reader | 1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: slice of life, romance, fluff, smut, newlyweds

→ Warnings: unprotected sex (intentional), daddy kink, impregnation kink, deep dicking, belly bulge, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie

→ Author note: This is a remix/update of an older fic of mine, so I hope you enjoy the newest version! If you'd like to read this on ao3 instead it's been crossposted here! And as always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

You wrap your arms around your husband the second he walks through the front door of your home.

"Mmm, I've waited all day for this," you whisper before pulling him into a long kiss. One of your hands cradles his cheek while the other plays with his hair.

"Well, hello there Mrs. Min," Yoongi says with a sideways smile sprawled across his face after pulling away, "What's got you in such a good mood?" He takes off his blazer and sets his work bag down on the bench in your entryway as you pull him into another lengthy kiss, one that makes Yoongi's groin stir with excitement.

You smile up at him and start to unbutton his top as you pull him further into your home, your end goal being the bedroom.

"Baby?" he asks with dark eyes, "Are you planning on spoiling me with dessert before dinner tonight?"

You laugh, "Baby, I don't want dessert... I want a baby."

Yoongi's face changes from one of eager anticipation to confusion, then to pure and utter shock.

‘Did all the air in the room suddenly disappear? Why aren’t you having trouble breathing like he is?’

"I want to make a baby with you," you repeat, looking into his fear-filled eyes. You figured he'd be a little freaked out, but not this much.

He coughs and sputters, pulling at the neck of his button-up shirt. "You, uh, b-baby?" Yoongi mutters once he’s able to form words again.

"Yes, a baby," you took a step back from him. "It's been almost three years since we've gotten married and talked about having kids in the future. Don't you want a mini you or me to love, to watch them grow, to teach them stuff?"

Yoongi is conflicted, not because he doesn’t want kids –he does– but it scares the shit out of him. That's a whole life to take care of and be responsible for. He knows how much you want a family though, and how patient you have been with him about trying for kids.

You give him that one look - the one that you know will get you whatever you want.

"Alright,” he says, easily won over. “Let's make a baby," he answers while pulling you back into his arms.

Yoongi brings your center up against his. You feel his growing hardness pressing into you through his jeans, and moan through the kiss. You want him.

And he wants you.

His kisses are hot and needy, but somehow still so very loving.

Yoongi lifts you up and carries you urgently the rest of the way to the bedroom, where he lays you down, ready to fuck you. To love you.

Your hands work on his shirt's buttons, undoing them as fast as you can. His run along your hips, making their way to the front of your jeans where he works to undo them, and slips them and your panties off simultaneously.

Your husband keeps eye contact with you while one of his hands slides slowly up the inside of your legs, right up to the edge of your dewy folds.

“Is this pretty little cunt ready for me?”

You nod frantically, and moan uncontrollably when his tongue dives deep into your core. He savors you, his tongue playing your clit like it's the most intricate instrument.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you hold his head in place while he finished you off. You come undone all over his face, his cheeks showing evidence of your release once he pulls away from you.

“I’ll never get tired of your taste,” he breathes. And it’s true, you’re intoxicating. He’s addicted to you.

Yoongi stands up, pulling you towards the edge of the bed, where he then rubs his throbbing cock through your folds, wetting himself just enough to dip into you.

He nearly loses himself, but manages to power through and find a rhythm that has you both heading in the right direction.

His low moans sound like heaven to your ears.

You pull him closer to you until your lips crash together, moaning into each other's mouth while you climb higher and higher.

Needing to sink even further into your heat, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, pounding you from a new angle and bringing you closer and closer to the release that you crave.

“Who’s fucking you like there’s no tomorrow? Who’s putting this baby in your belly? I want you to scream my name,” he demands.

“You did,” you pant. “Min Yoongi did.”

“Fuck!” Yoongi grits his teeth as he watches the way your lower belly bulges, matching his hard thrusts.

"I’m so close,” you cry out, your nails digging into your husband’s biceps. “Cum in me," you whine, pleading for him to release into you. Yoongi is more than happy to oblige.

"I love you,” you breathe as the waves of pleasure wash over you, the tingling spreading through your veins.

“I love you more.” Yoongi grunts, his final thrusts becoming more sporadic as he passes the peak, and fills you with his seed. His face twists in pleasure as your pulsating walls milk the last from him.

You’re satisfied feeling his warm release shooting up inside of you. A big grin won’t leave your face, “Thank you.”

He considers making a dick joke, but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment. “You’re welcome, baby,” he says, kissing your cheek.

You roll over onto your back and lift your now tired and heavy legs in the air, and Yoongi gives you a perplexed look. "What?” you ask, "I've heard that this makes the sperm find the egg faster."

He thinks you look ridiculous in the best sort of way, and joins you. "I gain nothing from this but I figured I'd do it to support you."

"You're such a dork." But you love him for it.

"You know what you have to call me later if this worked?" Yoongi asks before answering his own question before you even have the chance. "The baby maker."

Your giggles filled the room and Yoongi can’t help but laugh along with you.

"Alright," you sighed once you calmed down, "I just figured you preferred daddy..."

That same look from earlier flared up in Yoongi's eyes once again, "I'm open to negotiations."

©shadowkoo 2023. All rights reserved.

[i-turned-into-the-stone]

[Commissioned] Special Guest: M!Reader × Yujin × Youngeun (Kep1er)

A/N: Almost 8k words of pure repetitive smut. Sorry about that.

Tags: Nonconsensual, Dubious Consent, Threesome, Degradation, Fingering, Tied Up, Strap-on, Light BDSM(?), Spanking, Breath Play, Blindfolding, Forced Anal, Daddy Kink, Forced Pussy Eating, Double Penetration, Overstimulation, Cum swallowing, Squirting

Word Count: 7,980

You and your girlfriend, Yujin, had been hyped for weeks to whip up some fresh content for your joint OnlyFans page. After scoring some killer outfits and props at the mall, you hit up the local sex shop for some extra goodies.

As you cruise the aisles, brainstorming which items will spice up your videos, you're buzzing with excitement. Your OnlyFans crew has been growing, and you're pumped to give them something new to drool over.

With your haul in tow, you head back to Yujin's place for dinner, because she's itching to flex her cooking skills, and you're always down for her grub. But when you get to her building, the elevator's busted, so it's stair-climbing time.

Yujin takes on the heavy lifting, toting the bags of toys and gear, while you wrestle with the camera stuff. By the time you hit the apartment door, you're both sweaty and winded. Yujin digs for her keys in her bag.

Once you're inside the cool apartment and all the gear's dumped, you catch a faint voice from Yujin’s housemate, Youngeun’s room. Yujin's brow furrows as you both exchange a puzzled glance.

Quietly, you both creep towards Youngeun's slightly ajar door. Peering inside, you see Youngeun lying on her bed, totally nude. Her laptop is open in front of her, playing a homemade porn video of you and Yujin fucking hard and passionately. 

Youngeun's legs are spread wide, her pussy glistening with arousal as she furiously rubs her clit. "Mmm...oppa...fuck yes..." she moans loudly, her back arching. "You should be pounding my virgin pussy, not Yujin's..."

Her free hand gropes her perky tits roughly as she watches the video intently. You can see her pussy lips quivering and her hips bucking upwards, desperately craving penetration. The lewd sounds of her fingers sloshing in her soaked slit fill the room.

"Gonna cum to oppa's big cock stretching Yujin's slutty hole..." Youngeun cries out shamelessly. "Wish it was my dripping cunt instead..."

Yujin stifles a gasp beside you, clearly turned on by the erotic display. You feel your cock straining against your pants as you watch Youngeun pleasure herself so wantonly.

Yujin is clearly aroused watching her roommate Youngeun shamelessly masturbate to the video of you two fucking. Instead of being jealous, she slyly fishes your hard cock out of your pants and starts stroking it firmly. Her soft hand glides up and down your thick shaft as you both continue spying on the lewd display.

With her other hand, Yujin hikes up her dress and rubs her soaked panties, teasing her swollen clit. She bites her lip, trying to stifle her moans of pleasure as she gets off to Youngeun's desperate cries.

"Fuck yes...gonna cum to oppa's big dick..." Youngeun whimpers, her hips thrashing wildly now. Her fingers are a blur as she pounds her dripping pussy.

You can smell the thick, musky scent of her arousal even from the doorway. Yujin jerks you faster, running her thumb over your sensitive cockhead. Pearly beads of pre-cum dribble out, lubricating her strokes.

Youngeun throws her head back, her tits jiggling as she finally hits her orgasm. "Oppa! Yes… fuck me!” she screams, her whole body shaking. Her pussy squirts clear girl-cum across her thighs and sheets as she rides out her powerful climax.

Yujin whimpers softly beside you, her own orgasm crashing over her. Her cream soaks through her flimsy panties as she coats your shaft with her juices. The combined scents of two pussies fill the air.

Youngeun lays spent on her bed, her naked body glistening with sweat. She's still riding the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She's completely unaware that you and Yujin have been watching her.

Seizing the opportunity, Yujin suddenly drops to her knees in front of you. Despite her cute, innocent looks, she has an insatiable sexual appetite. Without hesitation, she takes your thick, throbbing cock into her mouth, sucking greedily. 

Her soft lips stretch around your girthy shaft as she bobs her head back and forth. Yujin's cheeks hollow with each hungry slurp, her tongue swirling around its head. You groan low at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth engulfing you.

Yujin's big eyes look up at you lustfully as she sucks you off. One of her hands fondles your heavy balls while the other rubs her sopping pussy through her drenched panties. The squelching sounds mix with her sloppy sucking noises.

You can't resist tangling your fingers in her silky hair, guiding her head to take you deeper into her throat. Yujin obediently relaxes her jaw, letting you face-fuck her pretty mouth. Drool and pre-cum drip down her chin as you use her for your pleasure.

The sight of her sweet, innocent face getting absolutely defiled is almost too much. You feel your balls tightening, getting ready to flood Yujin's greedy mouth with your seed.

You suck in a groan as your orgasm hits, pumping thick ropes of hot cum straight down Yujin's throat. She gags slightly but keeps sucking, determined to swallow every drop of your salty seed.

When you're finally spent, Yujin pulls off with an audible pop, panting heavily. A trickle of your jizz leaks from the corner of her mouth as she licks her lips. Her face is absolutely lecherous and her hair mussed from her enthusiastic oral efforts.

Not wanting Youngeun to catch you both, you and Yujin quickly but quietly retreat from outside her bedroom door. Once safely in the living room, Yujin fixes you with a devilish look.

“Wow, I never knew that girl is such a desperate little whore." Yujin giggles, and is clearly riled up from the erotic display. "I want you to help me teach her a lesson, babe.”

You nod, grinning, already feeling your cock stiffening again at the thought. "Whatever you have in mind, baby.”

Yujin smirks, reaching down to grope your growing bulge. "Good. Because I have the perfect plan to make that slutty roommate of mine get what she desperately wants."

She leans in and whispers the deliciously depraved details in your ear. Your sadistic grin widens with each filthy word, already picturing Youngeun's terrified yet aroused expression as you both subject her to all manner of twisted depravities.

Over dinner, you and Yujin act completely normal around Youngeun, giving no hint that you caught her sensual display earlier. But Yujin can't resist messing with the younger girl a little before the real fun begins.

Every chance she gets, Yujin is all over you - feeding you bites of food, running her hands along your muscular thighs, even planting sloppy kisses on your neck and cheeks. She's marking her territory, letting Youngeun know you belong to her.

Youngeun tries to complain jokingly about you two being so lovey-dovey, but there's an undercurrent of irritation in her voice. "Get a room, you horny rabbits!" she huffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Little does Youngeun know, that's exactly what you and Yujin have planned for her. While she was busy fantasizing about your cock earlier, Yujin slipped a strong sedative into Youngeun's drink when she was preparing dinner.

You have to stifle a grin as Youngeun's movements gradually become more sluggish throughout the meal. Her eyelids start drooping and her speech slurs, clearly feeling the effects of the drugs.

"W-what… Sorry, I feel so sleepy… I will just…" she tries getting up hazily before her eyes roll back. Youngeun slumps forward, face-planting right beside her plate of half-eaten food.

You and Yujin share a chuckle as the girl is knocked completely unconscious. "Showtime," Yujin purrs while you grab Youngeun's limp body and haul her over your shoulder. "Let's take this poor girl to the bedroom and make her dreams come true.”

*SMACK!*

Youngeun jolts awake with a pained yelp as your palm connects harshly with her plump ass cheek. She's completely disoriented, realizing she's only clad in her skimpy bra and panties now. Goosebumps rise on her exposed skin from the cold air.

Before she can get her bearings, you've already secured the girl's wrists tightly behind her back with coarse ropes. Youngeun whimpers in confusion as Yujin blindfolds her, plunging her world into darkness.

You've positioned the bound girl on her knees with her upper body bent over the edge of the bed. Her tits are mashed against the mattress and her firm ass is lewdly presented in the air, pussy mere inches from your face.

Youngeun tries lifting her head, but Yujin immediately steps on it, grinding her cheek into the sheets. "Stay down like a good girl, Youngeun-ah," your sadistic girlfriend taunts. "Your beloved 'oppa' is busy recording that pussy of yours.”

"Y-Yujin unnie?" Youngeun stammers, voice thick with terror. "What's happening? Why am I tied up?!"

You answer her question by bringing your palm down on her exposed ass again with a harsh *SMACK!* The soft cheeks jiggle deliciously from the impact.

"No more questions," you say coldly. "Just stay still and present that slutty hole for the viewers’ pleasure.”

The camera is already rolling as Yujin begins her intro speech. "What's up guys, it's your favorite cam slut Yujin here with a very special guest for this week’s show."

She steps aside, making sure to get Youngeun's blindfolded, bound and kneeling form in the frame. The poor girl is trembling with fear and humiliation, realizing this twisted performance is being broadcast for strangers' entertainment.

"As you can see, we have my cute little roommate Youngeun all tied up and ready to be used," Yujin continues with a wicked grin. "This dumb bitch has been lusting after my daddy’s cock, so I thought I'd give her a taste."

Youngeun whimpers pathetically, shaking her head in denial. "N-No...please, I don't want this! Don't show me to people on the internet, unnie!"

But her muffled pleas fall on deaf ears. Yujin's demeanor instantly shifts as she grabs a fistful of Youngeun's hair, yanking her head back roughly.

"Shut the fuck up, you little slut," she snarls with venom. "We know you've been dying for daddy's big dick after watching our private videos. So be a good girl, put on a show for daddy and my viewers, and maybe you'll get that cock stuffed in your worthless holes.”

To emphasize her point, Yujin shoves the vibrating wand into your hands. You grin nodding as you bring the buzzing toy to Youngeun's covered pussy lips, teasing.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of Youngeun's skimpy panties and yank them down to her knees in one motion. The poor girl screams into the mattress, muffled by Yujin's foot grinding into her cheek.

Her cries rise to a shrieking pitch as you press the buzzing vibrator against her bare, puffy folds. Youngeun's back arches, her bound arms straining against the ropes as the intense vibrations assault her sensitive nether region.

"MMMMPPPHHH!!! NNNGGGHHH!!!" she sobs, drool pooling beneath her face as she writhes in overstimulated agony.

But you show no mercy, working the vibrating wand up and down her slit, avoiding her clit just enough to keep her on the torturous edge of orgasm. Youngeun's hips buck shamelessly, chasing that elusive release.

Yujin takes advantage of the thrashing girl's open mouth, grabbing a fat, purple dildo from the nightstand. With a giddy laugh, she grips Youngeun's hair, yanking her head up at a painful angle.

"Open wide for unnie's cock, you cock-craving whore!" Not waiting for a response before plunging the thick, veiny shaft past Youngeun's lips.

The bound girl gags and chokes as Yujin immediately starts throat-fucking her with the huge toy, using her spit as lubrication. Her cheeks suck in with each thrust, drool sputtering down her chin as the dildo batters her tonsils.

"Mmm, that's it slut, take unnie's big cock like the dirty depraved whore you are," Yujin coos in a sickly-sweet tone, even as she ruthlessly skull-fucks Youngeun with the massive dildo.

The poor girl's eyes are rolling back under the dark silk scarf around her head, tears and drool streaking her reddened cheeks as she gags and retches around the thick shaft plundering her mouth. Her body jerks with every harsh push, spit frothing at her lips.

Meanwhile, you keep Youngeun's legs spread wide, pinning one thigh down so she can't squeeze them shut. With your free hand, you continue tormenting her pussy with the vibrating wand.

"Such a messy little cunt, getting so wet for daddy’s toy," you taunt, dragging the buzzing head up and down her entrance.

Youngeun's hips worm around, grinding against the vibrator as her arousal builds. Thick cream coats her folds and inner thighs, her body betraying how much she craves this depraved abuse despite her muffled protests.

"Does this closeted slut want to cum?" you ask with a cruel smirk, pressing the vibrating tip against her swollen clit. Youngeun's whole body tenses, a guttural moan escaping around Yujin's throat-stuffing dildo.

"Too bad,” immediately pulling the vibrator away and delivering a harsh slap to her wet pussy. "Stupid whores like you don't get to cum until you've earned it."

Youngeun sobs brokenly as her denied orgasm crashes over her in searing waves of torment. Youngeun gasps desperately for air as Yujin finally relents, pulling the spit-soaked dildo from the girl's throat. 

She coughs and wheezes, drool dribbling down her chin. "Please...huu...I can't breathe..." she rasps between ragged inhales. "Oppa, please...I'm sorry if I–"

But Yujin cuts her apology short by immediately shoving the thick cock-toy back into Youngeun's mouth, muffling her words into garbled choking sounds.

"Listen here, you dumb cunt," Yujin snarls, gripping Youngeun's hair tightly. "Don't you ever disrespect Daddy like that again. You address him properly, understand?" To emphasize her point, she fucks the dildo in and out of Youngeun's stuffed mouth a few times before pulling it out again.

As punishment for her insolence, you bring the vibrating wand back to her throbbing pussy. But instead of the mind-numbing stimulation she craves, you simply tap the buzzing head against her sensitive folds once, then pull it away.

Youngeun's back arches with a pitiful whine, her hips chasing the denied pleasure. You repeat the teasing process, lightly dragging the vibrator over her puffy lips and engorged clit only to yank it away before she can get any relief.

Over and over you torment the poor girl, bringing her to the edge of sweet release with each light touch, only to cruelly rip it away. Youngeun's thighs quiver and her stomach muscles clench as her orgasm builds but you refuse to give her that satisfaction.

"P-Please, oppa– daddy! Ahh~ l will be good, hng!" she finally sobs, legs shaking. "I'll call you whatever you want! Just please stop! No! No! Let me cum!"

Yujin pushes the dildo into Youngeun's mouth one last time before pulling it out with a pop, leaving the poor girl gasping. "I want to hear you scream for Daddy," she demands, giving Youngeun's hair a yank. “Well, go on. Scream Daddy's name at the top of your lungs so he knows just how badly you need his cock!"

Youngeun hesitates for just a moment before the denial becomes too much. "D-DADDYYYY!!" she wails loudly, voice cracking with desperation. "PLEASE DADDY, I NEED YOU!!"

"Louder, you worthless cunt!" Yujin demands, slapping Youngeun's reddened cheek. "Let the whole neighborhood know what a cock-starved whore you are!"

"DADDYYYYYY!!!" Youngeun shrieks, putting every ounce of her being into that guttural scream. "PLEASE FUCK YOUR LITTLE SLUT!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOUR COCK, DADDYYYY!!!"

You chuckle amused at her pathetic display, dropping the vibrator to the floor. "Such a needy little girl, begging for Daddy's dick like a bitch in heat.”

Gripping her thighs tightly, you spread Youngeun's legs wider, exposing her pretty pink pussy to your hungry gaze. Her bare, puffy lips are swollen and glistening, coated in her arousal.

"This sad little hole is all you've had to play with, huh baby girl?" you taunt, dragging a finger through her slick folds. "Just your own tiny fingers stuffed in this tight cunt, no wonder you're so fucking desperate for a real cock!"

Youngeun moans loudly as you sink two digits knuckle-deep into her sopping channel, her velvet walls fluttering around the intrusion, immediately set a punishing pace, finger-fucking her dripping slit as she writhes and mewls.

"You want Daddy's big dick stuffing you full of cum? Stretching this sad, undersized pussy around until you're screaming for mercy?"

"YES DADDY!!" she screams without hesitation, her shame abandoned in the pursuit of pleasure. "FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK!! PLEASE RUIN MY WORTHLESS VIRGIN CUNT!!"

With you vigorously finger-fucking Youngeun's sopping cunt, Yujin decides she needs some attention too. The sadistic woman strips off her lacy bra and panties, tossing them aside carelessly before dropping her naked ass right in front of Youngeun's face.

"Alright, honey,” Yujin says, grabbing a fistful of Youngeun's hair and yanking her head up roughly. "If you want Daddy to let you cum, you need to make me cum first with that tongue of yours.”

Youngeun's eyes go wide as she senses Yujin spreads her legs, exposing her, pinkish  pussy mere inches from the blindfolded girl's face. She tries to protest, but all that escapes her lips is a garbled moan of pleasure as your fingers sliding in and out of her clenching hole.

"Uh uh, no excuses, bitch,” Yujin’s tone changes again, grinding her dripping crotch against Youngeun's cheek and smearing her horny juice across the younger girl's face. "I don't give a fuck if you've never eaten pussy before. You're gonna lap up every drop of my cum like a dehydrated whore in the desert."

Poor Youngeun is overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation, your thick scratching digits stretching and filling her throbbing cunt. Her hips moves out of control, fucking herself on your hand as she chases that maddening release.

But no matter how delirious with pleasure she becomes, Yujin refuses to let up. She smothers Youngeun's face in her musky folds, grinding her soaked pussy against the girl's gasping mouth.

"Lick it, slut! Fucking lick unnie's pussy and make me cum all over your slutty pretty face!" she demands, fisting Youngeun's hair tightly. "Don't you dare stop until I'm screaming and gushing all over you!"

With no other choice, Youngeun finally extends her trembling tongue.

The second Youngeun's hesitant tongue makes contact with Yujin's slick folds, the cruel woman clamps her thighs around the girl's head in a vice-like grip. Youngeun's muffled cries are abruptly silenced as her face is smothered between Yujin's milky thighs, nose buried in her musky pussy.

"That's it, breathe deep!" Yujin moans, grinding her drenched entrance against Youngeun's gasping mouth. "Get a good taste of unnie's sweet cream before you start lapping it up.”

Youngeun's eyes roll back as she desperately inhales, Yujin's tangy arousal invading her senses. Instead of air, she's forced to snort the older woman's sticky precum with each frantic breath through her nose. 

Meanwhile, your fingers continue their in and out motion on Youngeun's leaking cunt. Her lower body grows taut as a bowstring, thighs shaking and toes curling as you ruthlessly edge her towards a shattering climax she's denied over and over.

Yujin bucks her hips, rubbing her folds across Youngeun's face as she fucks the girl's mouth and nose with needs. "That's right slut, get your tongue nice and deep in there!" she growls. "I'm not letting you up for air until you make me fucking cum!"

Choking and gagging, Youngeun’s tongue brushes clumsily at Yujin's swollen pussy, licking and slurping up her tangy juices as best she can. The poor girl is delirious, overwhelmed by the taste and scent of Yujin's sex as she struggles to breathe.

All the while, her own stimulated cunt clenches greedily around your pistoning fingers. Youngeun's thighs shake with the strain of her denied orgasm, a pitiful whine escaping around Yujin's smothering thighs as her climax builds and builds and builds.

You can sense Yujin's impending orgasm from the way her thighs start trembling and her hips grind more aimlessly against Youngeun's mouth. With a smile, you match the frantic pace of your fingers pistoning in and out of the bound girl's pussy.

Youngeun is a drooling, whimpering mess between Yujin's smothering thighs. Her tongue works frantically over the older woman's swollen clit as she tries to suck in air through her clogged nostrils. All the while, her own slit is speared and stretched around your digits.

You time the stimulation perfectly, edging Youngeun closer and closer to that shattering peak of your woman’s ecstasy. Yujin's back arches, her nails digging into Youngeun's scalp as she grinds harder against the breathless girl’s face.

"F-Fuck...gonna fucking cum...!" she moans drunkenly. "Get ready for unnie's fucking cream you virgin slut!"

The words have barely left her lips when Yujin throws her head back with a shrill scream of delight. Her thighs clamp down tight around Youngeun's skull as she squirts thick ropes of girl-cum directly into the poor girl's mouth and nose.

At the exact same moment, you curl your fingers firmly against Youngeun's spongy g-spot, finally allowing her that elusive orgasm to crash over her. The bound girl convulses, her whole body going stiff as she unleashes a high-pitched muffled wail of pure ecstasy.

Her walls wring around your pumping fingers, drenching your hand with her gushing discharge. Youngeun's pupils disappear, drool and Yujin's tangy juices sputter from her overstuffed mouth as she squirts and squirts and squirts.

Even your throbbing cock twitches painfully in your boxers at the erotic exhibit. But you let the two women have their fun first, continuing to stroke Youngeun’s writhing body through the waves of her climaxes.

Youngeun lies in a twitching, panting heap between Yujin's thighs, her face and hair drenched in the older woman's fluid. She's still riding the aftershocks when Yujin's palm connects with her cheek.

*SMACK!*

"Say thank you to Daddy for letting you cum like the pathetic little slut you are." Yujin orders, giving Youngeun's hair a harsh yank.

The bound girl flinches, her mind slowly clearing from the haze of pleasure. For a brief moment, a flicker of defiance and shame flashes across her features. But Yujin's free hand cracks across her other cheek before she can protest.

*SMACK!*

"I said thank him, bitch!" she barks, grinding her spent pussy against Youngeun's face. "You're blindfolded and tied up, you really think you have a choice here?"

Youngeun whimpers softly, realizing the truth of Yujin's words. With her senses deprived and limbs restrained, she's utterly at your mercy. A shudder rolls through her body as you grope and massage her plump ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.

Despite her humiliation, Youngeun can't deny how her body craves this depraved attention and abuse. Her throbbing cunt aches needily as you spread her cheeks, exposing her tight rear entrance to the cool air.

"Th...thank you...D-Daddy..." she finally stammers, defeat and arousal warring in her trembling voice. "Thank you for letting your...your slutty little girl c-cum..."

Yujin laughs cruelly at the broken whimper in Youngeun's words, rewarding her obedience by smearing her musky juices across the girl's face once more.

"That's a good girl," she coos mockingly. "Such a well-trained little cock-sleeve for Daddy to use.”

Youngeun flinches as Yujin abruptly rises from the bed, her weight shifting off the mattress. The bound girl is left trembling and disoriented, Yujin's essence still coating her face and dripping from her hair.

"W-Wait...unnie? Where are you going?" she calls out meekly, panic creeping into her voice as footsteps retreat across the room. "What are you going to do to me?"

Yujin's mocking laughter fills the air as she moves out of sight. "Don't you worry, baby girl. Daddy's going to take good care of you while I get things ready for our next… session.” 

With those ominous words, you take the opportunity to finally shed your boxers, your thick, aching cock springing free. You give it a few firm strokes, groaning at the delicious friction against your wet palm.

"You hear that, princess?" Your voice is thick with lust as you crawl over Youngeun's trembling form. "Daddy's going to take such good care of you and your tight holes."

Youngeun whimpers softly as you settle between her splayed thighs, your engorged cockhead nudging insistently against her puffy, cream-soaked folds. 

"P-Please...no more..." she stammers weakly, even as her hips give an involuntary buck towards your leaking tip. "I...I can't..."

"Shhh, just relax for Daddy," you coo, trailing rough kisses along the slender pit of her spines. "This sweet, virgin pussy is going to take Daddy's big cock so fucking well."

You punctuate the words by grinding the broad head of your dick through Youngeun's slick lips, letting her feel the blunt pressure against her tender opening. The poor girl's breath hitches, her bound arms straining against the ropes.

"Th-That thing won't fit..." she gasps, even as her thighs instinctively part wider. "It's too big, D-Daddy...you'll ruin me!"

"That's the idea, baby girl," you rasp, your hips already beginning to rock in a slow, teasing grind. "Daddy's going to absolutely destroy this pathetic cunt with his cock.”

You waste no more time with teasing or foreplay, yanking her hips back until her plump ass is raised high in the air, presenting her dripping cunt and puckered rear entrance to your hungry gaze.

"That's a good girl," you say approvingly, giving her jiggling cheeks a harsh slap that leaves a bright red handprint. "Get that slutty pussy nice and high for this cock.”

Youngeun groans and squirms, but obediently arches her back further. She cries out sharply as you immediately guide your thick cockhead to her tight, virgin entrance and drive your hips forward in one motion.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!! DADDYYYYY!!!" she shrieks, tears instantly springing to her eyes as her sensitive walls are brutally stretched and impaled on your invading length.

You groan at the exquisite tightness gripping your shaft, not giving Youngeun a moment to adjust before setting a fast momentum. Your hips pistoning back and forth, savagely spearing her pussy with your thick meat.

"Fuck yeah, take it deep, slut!" One hand fisting in Youngeun's hair while the other rains stinging slaps across her wobbling ass cheeks.

Youngeun is sobbing openly now, her whole body jolting with the force of your rough pounding. But her cries are a chaotic blend of pain and pleasure, back arched wantonly as she meets your thrusts with shameless enthusiasm.

"YES DADDY!!! OH GOD, YES!!!" she screams hazily, drool flying from her lips as you ravage her convulsing cunt. "FUCK YOUR LITTLE SLUT!!! RUIN ME WITH YOUR COCK, DADDYYYY!!!"

Deep down, Youngeun's twisted desires are finally being fulfilled as you claim her virginity in the most depraved, degrading way imaginable. The brutal stretch of your cock splitting her open, the harsh slaps reddening her tender flesh.

It's everything she's dreamed of and more. Youngeun is hysterical with pleasure, reduced to a drooling, cock-crazed wreck as you ruthlessly rail her towards another shattering climax.

You grip Youngeun's shoulders, using them as leverage to really drive your cock deeper into her plowed canal. The poor girl's back bends almost impossibly, her petite frame bent nearly in half as you impale her worming insides.

Youngeun can only respond with a garbled, drooling wail of ecstasy as you bottom out inside her, your thick cock stretching her velvet walls wide around the length. Her whole body jolts with the force of your pounding, her tits scraping against the mattress.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!! DADDY DADDY DADDY!!!" she screams, pussy squeezing and gushing cream around your pistoning cock. 

The lewd sounds of her sloppy, squelching inner walls fill the air, mixed with the harsh smacks of flesh-on-flesh and Youngeun's restless moans. You release one shoulder to tangle your fingers in her disheveled hair, using the new grip to yank her head back.

"Tell me how much you fucking love this slutty little cunt getting wrecked!" you twist, giving her hair another brutal tug. "Beg for Daddy's cum, you cock-whore!"

"I LOVE IT DADDY!! I LOVE YOUR COCK RUINING MY PUSSY!!!" Youngeun shrieks without hesitation, her shame completely abandoned in her euphoric lust.

Her whole body is trembling violently now, thighs quaking and stomach clenched as her orgasm rapidly builds. Drool and tears stream down her contorted features, but her eyes are rolled back in an expression of pure, rapturous bliss.

"PLEASE DADDY, PLEEEEASE!!!" she sobs, grinding her hips back to meet your all out thrusts. "PUMP THIS SLUTTY PUSSY FULL OF YOUR SEED!!! MAKE ME YOUR CUMDUMP, DADDYYYY!!!"

With a low growl, you let go of her hair and double your pace. Youngeun's entire body goes hard as her orgasm finally crests in. She throws her head back with a guttural, animalistic scream, her walls spasming and around your impaling cock.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! BREED ME DADDY!!! PUMP YOUR SEED DEEP IN MY WOMB!!!"

But her hole is so indecently stretched and overstimulated that the sheer force of her squirting actually forces your cock out of her it with a lewd 'pop'. Youngeun's cream gushes forth in a torrent, drenching your crotch and thighs as she wails through her explosive climax.

You click your tongue in frustration at being denied your own euphoria, giving her jiggling ass a series of harsh, stinging slaps that leave bright red handprints crisscrossing her butt cheeks.

"You greedy cunt!" fisting in her disheveled hair to yank her face up. "You really think I'd breed this whore-pussy without Yujin's permission?"

Youngeun moans pitifully, her whole body still twitching and shuddering through the aftershocks. You're just about to drag her down the bed and shove your aching cock into her gasping mouth when Yujin suddenly reappears from the bathroom.

"Well well, looks like our slut made quite a mess..." she snickers, eyeing the puddle of Youngeun's cum with disdain.

But your eyes are immediately drawn to the thick, girthy strap-on dildo jutting obscenely from Yujin's pelvis, and the sinister black plastic bag dangling from her other hand.

Yujin simply smirks as she advances on the helpless, trembling girl. Youngeun flinches violently as she hears the telltale crinkle of plastic and Yujin's footsteps drawing nearer. Her breathing grows rapid and shallow, chest heaving with panicked gasps, eyes blinded behind the thick blindfold.

The poor woman is utterly disoriented, senses deprived and body aching from the abuse you've already inflicted. She has no idea what fresh torments await her at Yujin's cruel hands.

"W-What… Unnie, what are you going to do to me?" she whimpers tremulously, flinching again as Yujin's fingers trail almost tenderly through her sweat-damp hair.

"Shhh, just relax baby girl," your girlfriend coos in a mockery of comfort. "Unnie's going to take such good care of you and all your greedy tight holes."

Before Youngeun can react, Yujin abruptly shoves the open end of the plastic bag over Youngeun’s face, cinching it tight around her slender throat. Youngeun's muffled scream of shock and panic is swallowed by the thin plastic as it seals around her head, instantly restricting her airflow.

"Just keep breathing nice and deep for unnie," Yujin murmurs, giving the makeshift mask a harsh twist to tighten it further. "We wouldn't want you passing out before the real fun starts."

Youngeun's chest heaves with desperate, gasping breaths as the plastic bag slowly suffocates her. Her bound arms thrash weakly, eyes wide with primal terror behind her blindfold. 

You chuckle at the pathetic show, giving her jiggling ass a firm smack that makes her jolt. "Don't worry princess, Daddy's going to make sure you stay nice and conscious." 

Gripping her hips tightly, you drag the tip of your aching cock through Youngeun's drenched, gaping folds with. The poor girl jolts again with a muffled wail as you start to slowly feed your thick length back into her pussy.

But Yujin doesn't give you a chance to fully sheath yourself back inside Youngeun and pulls you to the side a few steps, standing behind the bound girl's trembling kneeling form at the edge of the bed.

"Get that fat cock up here, daddy," she says, licking her lips. "I want to taste that slut's flavor while I ruin her hole."

You quickly obey, shuffling onto the bed until your cock is level with Yujin's cute flushed face. Your girlfriend leans in without hesitation, dragging her tongue through the slick mixture of your pre-cum and Youngeun's cream coating your cock.

"Mmm...not bad," she purrs, wrapping her lips around your bulbous head to suckle noisily. "But I think it could use a bit more..."

Youngeun wriggles beneath you, muffled screams escaping the plastic bag as Yujin abruptly buries the massive strap-on dildo to the hilt inside her pussy with one rough thrust. The girth is even thicker than your cock, stretching the poor girl to the absolute limits.

Yujin gives her hips a sharp shove to bury the unyielding rod even deeper, her hips pistoning back and forth as she rails Youngeun's clenching pussy with the huge fake cock. Each savage thrust shakes the Youngeun’s body, her muffled wails rising in pitch as she's split open and ravaged.

You groan, grinding your hips to fuck Yujin's sucking mouth in time with her merciless thrusts into Youngeun's cunt. She gags and slurps, drinking down the fresh gushes of your pre-cum like a woman dying of thirst.

"Fuck yeah, get it nice and sloppy for me you, baby girl," tangling your fingers in Yujin's hair to hold her in place as you skull-fuck her wet hot mouth.

Between Yujin's vicious pounding and your own forceful face-fucking, Youngeun is left a breathless sobbing, writhing mess.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, baby girl," you warn, feeling that telltale tightening in your balls. 

Yujin immediately pulls back, letting your spit-slick cock slip from between her swollen lips with a pop. She opens her mouth wide in a lewd 'O', tongue lolling out as she stares up at you with glazed, teary eyes.

"Give it to me, Daddy," she rasps, voice already hoarse and ruined. "Fucking choke me on your cum!”

You tighten your grip in her messy hair, using the leverage to start jackhammering, your thick meat stick batters the back of Yujin's throat, her eyes rolling back as she gags and drools around your cock sliding directly inside her narrowed esophagus.

Beneath you, Youngeun writhes in desperation, her hushed screams growing weaker as the plastic bag slowly suffocates her. But Yujin is utterly focused on the cock ravaging her face, her own hips still pistoning the huge strap-on dildo in and out of the younger woman’s sore pussy.

Yujin's thighs are quivering, her whole body tensing as her own climax rapidly builds. She's forced to brace herself with her hands clenched around Youngeun's reddened ass, using the helpless girl's body for support as she feverishly fucks her own dripping cunt on the thick toy shaft.

Then, with a harsh grunt of bliss, your cock erupts in thick, heavy ropes of cum that coat Yujin's tongue and fill her gaping mouth. Her throat constricts as she swallows all your copious load in one gulp after another.

Yujin's own orgasm wrecks her in the same breath. She throws her head back with a gargled scream, you can see your cum gathered in her mouth, her whole body shuddering as she grinds the strap-on's base against her engorged clit. 

By the time your climaxes finally subside, Youngeun lies utterly still and unmoving beneath you both.

You step back from Youngeun, chest heaving as you watch Yujin slump bonelessly forward onto Youngeun's prone form. Your girlfriend is utterly spent, eyes glazed and hair disheveled. The thick strap-on dildo remains buried inside Youngeun's moist pussy. 

But the younger woman doesn't so much as twitch beneath Yujin's dead weight, her chest utterly still.

"Oh shit, I think we broke this slut," Yujin pants, a wicked grin curling her lips despite her words. She lazily rolls off Youngeun and tears the plastic bag from her face, tossing it carelessly aside. Youngeun's head lolls limply, her features slack and skin taking on an ashen pallor. "Fuck, don't you dare pass out on me, bitch." Yujin seizes a fistful of Youngeun's damped hair.

She gives the woman's head a yank, and after a tense few seconds, Youngeun finally gasps back to consciousness. A ragged, desperate cough wracks her petite frame as she struggles to suck in precious air.

But the blindfold remains firmly in place, leaving the poor woman blind and disoriented. She flinches violently at Yujin's cruel grip in her hair, whimpering as panic sets in once more.

"P-Please… Unnie, no more..." Youngeun’s voice is little more than a broken croak. "I c-can't… I'm gonna—”

"Shut the fuck up. Did I say you could pass out like a little bitch? This isn't nearly over for you yet, slut." She leans in close until her lips are nearly brushing Youngeun's ear, her tone dropping to a mocking croon. "After all, we still need to make sure that greedy cunt is properly bred by daddy."

While you wait for your spent cock to recover from its explosive release down Yujin's throat, the two of you turn your sadistic attentions back to the helpless, blindfolded form of Youngeun.

Poor Youngeun is still trembling and gasping weakly, her sweaty frame utterly wrecked from the abuse her holes have already endured. But you have no intention of showing her mercy, not until her mind is just as thoroughly broken as her pussy.

"Look at this pathetic whore," Yujin laughs, giving Youngeun's disheveled hair another harsh yank to bend her neck. "She's nothing but a set of fuckholes begging to be used over and over again."

To emphasize her cruel words, sadistic Yujin drives the sticky strap-on back dildo into Youngeun's cream-drenched pussy. The weak bound woman shrieks hoarsely, back bowing off the bed as she is impaled once more.

"AAAAAAHHH!!! NNNGHH...PLEASE STOP!!"

But Yujin just cackles derisively, settling into a rough, pounding rhythm that has the huge fake cock squelching indecently with each stroke. 

"You hear that, Daddy?" she pants, smirking over at you as you languidly stroke your steadily re-hardening length. "This dumb slut is actually trying to tell us 'no' like she has a choice.”

You move to straddle Youngeun's face, your thick cock hanging heavily above her drooling mouth. You seize her hair to yank her head back at a brutal angle, smearing your musky shaft across her abused features.

Youngeun whimpers piteously, hot tears leaking from beneath the blindfold to streak her flushed cheeks. But she offers no further protests, her swollen lips unconsciously parting wider to grant your heavy balls entry to her mouth.

"Mmmpphh...mmmhhh..." she moans defeatedly around the heavy weight on her tongue.

"That's right, baby girl," you croon with mocking tenderness. "Just accept your role as Daddy's personal little cock-sleeve. This is what you were made for.”

With Youngeun's mind already teetering on the edge, you and Yujin ramp up the depraved torments to utterly shatter what little defiance and self-respect she has left. 

While Yujin rails her overstimulated pussy with the massive strap-on, squelching and stretching her to the limits, you straddle Youngeun's blindfolded face and immediately start skull-fucking her.

"Open up wide for Daddy's cock,” you order, burying yourself to the base.

Youngeun gags violently as your thickness smashes the back of her throat, spit gushing from the corners of her stretched lips. But she instinctively obeys, fighting against her body's reflexes to keep her jaw laxed and pliant.

"Mmmmrrrghhh...hhhhkkkk..." she wheezes pathetically around your pistoning shaft.

Each jab has her jolting, muffled wails rising in pitch as she's mercilessly spitroasted between you and Yujin.

Youngeun can do nothing but lie there and take the vicious abuse, her pummeled holes and senses utterly overwhelmed. Her mind fractures further, each harsh slap and degrading slur stripping away the last vestiges of her identity.

By the time you finally reach your peak, burying yourself balls-deep and flooding her convulsing gullet with thick ropes of seed, Youngeun is nothing more than a drooling, cum-addled wreck, swallowing your heavy load on sheer instinct.

When you finally pull out, leaving the poor woman to lie there coughing and sputtering, her entire world has been reduced to serving as your personal cocksleeve and cumdump.

You and Yujin take a step back to admire the pathetic, drooling mess you've made of her housemate. The once defiant girl is utterly broken, blindfolded and bound, her feeble body twitching weakly from the abuse.

"Look at this dumb slut," Yujin gives the strap-on another harsh shove that makes Youngeun twitch with a gargled moan. "I think we finally knocked some obedience into that empty fuckhole between her ears."

As if to prove her words, Youngeun's swollen lips part in a tremulous whimper.

"Th...thank you...D-Daddy..." she slurs, her voice a wrecked croak. "Thank you for...for using me..."

You bark out a laugh, delivering a slap to her face that leaves a bright red handprint. "You hear that, you dumb cunt? You're thanking Daddy for treating you like the worthless set of holes "

Youngeun flinches, but her back arches as she nods her blindfolded face with desperate enthusiasm. "Y-Yes Daddy! Thank you...thank you for breaking me!" she sobs, drool and tears streaking her abused features. "I'm nothing but...but a warm sleeve for your cock! Please...please keep using me!"

"Well, since the little slut is asking so nicely," Yujin purrs, reaching down to grip Youngeun's jaw in bruising fingers. 

She wrenches the girl's mouth open wide, giving you an unobstructed view of her lolling tongue and the mixture of drool and cum coating her throat. Youngeun offers no resistance, merely whimpering pathetically as she's brutally handled.

"You hear that, Daddy?" Yujin taunts, jerking her hips to make the strap-on squelch lewdly. "I think this dumb whore needs you to really decorate her hungry cum-dump of an ass next.”

Grinning eagerly, you reposition yourself behind Youngeun's trembling form, eyeing her puckered, virgin asshole with hunger and she blubbers as she feels the thick head of your cock prodding insistently at her tight rear entrance.

"Please...not there Daddy..." she pleads, only to be silenced by a harsh slap across her already sore and swollen countenance.

"Did this dumb slut really think she had a choice?" Yujin scoffs, having taken your place straddling Youngeun's blindfolded face. "Open that worthless cock-pocket and thank Daddy properly."

Youngeun immediately complies, lips parting wide in a tremulous moan as Yujin's soaked strap-on smears through the mess of drool and seed still coating her cheeks.

"Th-Thank you, Daddy..." she answers obediently. "Thank you for...for ruining my asshole too..."

"That's a good girl," giving her hip a squeeze as you start to bear down. "Maybe once this tight little fuckhole is properly loosened up, we'll let you be Daddy's personal anal cumdump."

Hissing in thrill, you shove your cock forward and breach Youngeun's rubbery rear passage. Her stomach sinks in off the bed as she shrieks, her slender figure squirming violently from the sheer girth violating her most intimate tightest hole.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!! IT HURTS!!! DADDY IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!"

But you show no mercy, just holding her hips and steadily impaling her helpless tiny asshole inch by agonizing inch. Her tight anal walls cling to your invading cock, but you simply spit on her clenching rear entrance to ease the way.

You huff through clenched teeth, "This tight little fuckpipe is going to get ruined whether you like it or not— Oh fuck!"

By the time your pelvis is finally flush against her trembling cheeks, Youngeun is a sobbing, drooling mess once more. Yujin takes the opportunity to slap the girl's face again with a resounding crack.

"You hear that, cunt?" She smudges her strap-on through Youngeun's fresh tears. "Daddy's going to make sure this ass is every bit as gaped and sloppy as your worthless pussy! Now thank him properly!"

"TH-THANK YOU DADDY!!!" Youngeun cries, her whole body quaking. "THANK YOU FOR… FOR WRECKING MY SLUTTY LITTLE ASSHOLE— OUGHHH!”

With Youngeun's asshole is now thoroughly getting ruined and stretched, Yujin decides to take things to the next depraved level.

"Please hold this dumb slut up for me, daddy," she says sweetly, already positioning herself beneath Youngeun's limp form. "I want to make sure every last one of her greedy fuckholes is properly stuffed.”

You obey without stopping, gripping Youngeun's waists to lift her upper body off the bed. The helpless woman moans and twitches feebly as you manhandle her broken frame, your thick cock still impaling her bowel to the hilt.

Yujin wastes no time in guiding the bulbous head of her massive strap-on to Youngeun's gaping, sloppy pussy and she buries the unyielding fake cock inside her housemate’s empty cunt alongside your violent cock.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Youngeun screeches, her entire body going stiff yet quaking from the overwhelming fullness.

Her wormy insides are molded horrendously around the dual intrusions plundering her most intimate canals. Yujin doesn't give her a chance to adjust, immediately setting a speed that has both thick shafts sloshing.

"Take it, you greedy fucktoy! This is what you wanted, right?!" She is gripping Youngeun's thighs hard enough to leave bruises. "Get that worthless pussy wrecked– Oh fuck! Just like your sloppy asshole"

You match your girlfriend's ruthless rhythm, hammering ahead to mercilessly spear and stab the poor girl between you. Youngeun's eyes roll back sightlessly, her jaw going slack as a torrent of drool cascades down her chin and onto Yujin’s shoulder.

Youngeun’s entire senses has been reduced to the overwhelming sensations of being double-penetrated and defiled with no mercy, her beaten holes pulsing wildly, her whole body shuddering through a seemingly endless chain of crashing orgasms.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she babbles without control, limbs jerking and flopping with no coordination. "DADDY!!! UNNIE!!! CUMMING!!! ALWAYS CUMMING!!!"

By the time Yujin and you finally reach your own peaks, flooding her grippy clenching asshole with thick ropes of cum, Youngeun is nothing but a drooling, sweating wreck. She slumps atop Yujin, twitching and whimpering incoherently as her broken mind slips away.

You and Yujin spend the next few hours utterly lost in the sadistic pleasure of using Youngeun's obedient broken form however you please. She remains blindfolded and bound, her thrashed holes and feelings overwhelmed as you take turns violating her in every depraved way imaginable.

By the time you're finally sated, leaving Youngeun an unconscious cum-drenched mess on the ruined wet sheets, Yujin is already plotting how to best capitalize on your new personal cocksleeve.

The next day, she uploads the full, uncut footage of Youngeun's brutal deflowering and mind-shattering gangbang to your joint OnlyFans page. Within 24 hours, the video is your most viewed release yet, the comments section flooded with a mix of shock, revulsion, and insatiable hunger for more.

– Who the fuck is this girl??? Holy shit she's absolutely ruined!

– I need to know her name! I'd pay anything to wreck a slut like that myself.

– Please tell me you two sick fucks are going to keep using this cumdump as a regular guest???

– Who is this girl?? Need to know for research purposes!

– Can't wait to see her face next time. That ass and pussy are already so pretty.

Of course, the viewers have no idea that the blindfolded, covered-face woman has been thoroughly and irrevocably broken, her entire identity and sense of self now centered around being your personal, eager-to-please slut princess.

You smirk as you read through the flood of thirsty comments, already envisioning the wealth of depraved scenarios to put your new live-in cumdump through. After all, Yujin did promise the subscribers there would be plenty more "special guest" appearances from your fuckdoll.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻: 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮

Content Includes: Bang Chan x fem!inexperienced reader, daddy kink, edging, body worship, PRAISE, dirty talk, kissing, begging, oral (fem receiving), CORRUPTION KINK (HEAVY) and possessiveness

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Bang Chan adored you. 

He adored your confidence, your upbeat personality and your humour. 

He observed the way you'd make your friends blush with your compliments and suggestive sense of humour. 

Bang Chan was completely fine in sharing this side of you with the world, even proud to be your side whilst you do so. 

Because the world would never completely see all of you, there was a dual nature and a vulnerable layer. 

That was for him and him alone. 

'Is there anything you'd like me to do?' 

Chan's thoughts were brought back to the present upon hearing your voice, your fingers tracing lines on his skin and cheeks flushed as he hovered over you. 

'Not right now baby' 

He gently brushed the hair back from your forehead, leaning down to press a gentle peck to your mouth, his hair brushing against yours as he stared directly into your eyes…filled with eagerness but slight nervousness. 

'Just lie back and let go for me, let me love on my babygirl and show you how special you are'. 

It was a truly romantic night with soft droplets of rain pattering outside the window and a soft, yellow-dimmed night light casting shadows on your face and panty-clad body. 

The kisses on your mouth were languid and relaxed, his tongue gently swiping your bottom lip and nipping the flesh lightly…he was purely embracing the moment, after all. 

The quiet, late night-early morning hours were HIS hours to love and care for you, when yesterday was the past but it’s still not quite tomorrow yet and he can just focus on your flushed cheeks and cute, pretty whines as he adores you with his heart, tongue, mouth, hands and cock. 

(I’m listening to Say Yes to Heaven (slowed+reverb) by Lana Del Ray and I’m legit tearing up right now…I youtube’d ‘sad but romantic’ playlist for inspiration…I love it.)

A soft hand cradled your jawline as warm and wet kisses were trailed down your neck, your body alight with need and Chan smiled into your skin at your quiet sighs and pants. 

‘That’s it baby, get worked up for me’ 

He hummed into your skin, his curly hair brushing against your chest as he buried his face between your breasts, closing his eyes as he inhaled your scent and momentarily basked in your warmth. 

‘No hiding from me okay? It’s just you and me right now’. 

Warmth spread between your thighs as you felt Chan lick and suck your nipples, releasing to place soft kisses on the plushy flesh before latching his mouth on your nipple again, his hums and groans reverberating through your chest and core. 

‘And I love that you’re shy for me’ 

You felt his kisses slide down your stomach and the anticipation of where his mouth would settle next was causing your pants to increase and chest rise in arousal, your body already shivering under his touch. 

‘And I’m the only one to touch you like this, to teach you things, to MAKE you feel like this’. 

His tongue licked over your crotch and it made you jolt, a surprised whine filling the air and fuck, maybe it was embarassing in how easily he could rile you up. 

And fuck, your whines and whimpers made Chan’s cock ache in his briefs every damn time. 

‘Channie…fuck’ 

You gasped out, running a hand through your hair as he focused on eating you out over the underwear, tensing the fabric over your clit and pushing the soaked material in between your folds. 

‘Mmm…keep talking to me baby, you can talk out loud with your friends…’ 

He teased between licks and swipes over your soaked panties as his hand anchored your hips to the bed. 

‘You can be loud with me right?’ 

Chan just wanted you to break apart for him, to see you tremble, to see you whimper and feel your heart and soul exposed under his hands. 

And by god, he would settle for teasing and taunting to have you beg for him to show you more pleasure, to show you more love, more care. 

And he would fucking enjoy it too. 

‘Please…Chris…it’s not enough….more’ 

He shook his head against your crotch, his curly hair tickling the skin of your thighs. 

‘You want me to eat you out for real baby, you gotta call me by the name I want’. 

Hunting eyes locked upon your shy ones and you could feel the power Chan had over in this moment, the power you LET him have and how small it made you feel. 

You loved every second of it. 

‘Da..’ You hesitated, mouth quivering in anticipation before speaking again. 

‘Please…eat me out for real…Dad..dy’ 

Your cheeks and chest were blushed scarlett with embarrassment and fuck, Chris’s patience was dwindling with how enticing and FREE you were under his touch. 

‘Good girl baby…see? That wasn’t hard now was it?’ He teased. 

Nimble fingers thumbed around the hem and your body responded promptly, goosebumps pimpling where his fingers were. 

The panties dropped to the floor and you were now fully nude under Chan’s gaze, who still had his briefs on-and it took A LOT of control to not stare at how hard he was- feeling a sense of pride rush to your chest. 

‘Wow-wow-wow’ 

Chris spoke as he gently spread your knees even further apart as he admired how WET you were with just a few licks and caressess. 

‘There’s always so much for Daddy to eat while you’re under me every time’. 

He peppered kisses up your left thigh and enjoyed how whiney you were getting before moving his attention to your right thigh. 

‘Pleasssee Daddy….this cum is all for you…right?’

You glanced up at him shyly and your torso became flushed from how shy you were, still testing the art of dirty talk and only now getting used to it. 

Chan’s eyes narrowed in eagerness from your remark and how polite you looked when you said it- a twinge of nerves hidden under all the talk. 

‘Mmm, and there’ll be even more once I’m finished for tonight baby’. 

His head disappeared between your legs as he lapped up your scent and tasted you on his tongue, murmuring out a deep groan of satisfaction as he worshipped you. 

He ate you out like a man starved, his hands anchoring your hips to the bed as he wrapped his plush lips around your clit, sucking it between his teeth before flicking underneath with his tongue….pulling away to breathe out ‘you’re doing so well’ before diving back in and repeating it again. 

You didn’t taste or smell like berries and peaches- Chan just loved the taste of YOU, your smell on his fingers, YOUR scent in his airways, YOUR cum on his tongue…the heat and stickiness a reminder of the pleasure he was giving you. 

He’d suck the anxiety out of you if he could, suck the shyness out and lick away the insecurity, push inside of you and fill you with his love. 

‘Your cunt’s dripping for me babygirl, are you going to let Daddy fill you now? You’ll let me take care of you?’ 

Your enthusiastic whines and pleas were enough for Chan to push his briefs down, step out of them and leave them on the floor as he helped shove a pillow under your hips. 

‘I’m ready…want to feel you-I’m okay’ 

You hoped your words of reassurance and the comforting swipes of your hands down the planes of his chest were enough for him. 

‘It’ll be like last time- just nice and gentle’. 

A final nod was exchanged, the air thick with desire as Chris reached for the base of his cock and your ankles locked around his hips. 

‘Fuck baby…hmm!’ Chris panted into your mouth as he eased his cock into you- inch by inch. 

‘S-so good, you’re so tight’

Both your bodies were trembling- but for different reasons. 

Yours from struggling to take him fully, your body not quite moulded to his size yet. 

He is struggling to fully hold back, his white knuckles gripping the sheets. 

A shaky breath filled the room as he bottomed out, Chris could feel his cock throb in your tight heat, his self-control holding on by a mere thread. 

‘I…D-daddy needs to move’ He panted out, voice caught in his throat and tight with strain. 

Your head moved quickly in consent, followed by small hums and moans- too overwhelmed and fucked-out to speak- if Chris could see by the glassiness of your eyes. 

A loving and heartfelt kiss was placed upon your mouth, his lips trailing to kiss your forehead whilst he adjusted himself above you. 

‘F-fuck baby’ He groaned out at the first slide, pulling almost all the way out before rocking back in again. 

Moments went by before he could feel your body relax, your brow less furrowed, your grip less tense and voice sounding less strained. 

‘You’re taking me so well my beautiful babygirl’ 

He kissed you sloppily, messily but it was filled with love and care as he slowly increased his pace, groaning at how your hands curled under his shoulders and your head tilted back on the pillow. 

‘This is just the beginning, once you’re used to me- I want you on top of me…I’ll mmm!’ 

Chris’s pace began to falter and he was going to hit his peak really- REALLY soon and he just so graciously NEEDED to express his care for you. 

‘I want you from behind- fuck, I’ll take you against the wall, it’ll be MY cock, MY hands and MY body showing you, making you scream and moan for me…if I’m the first- then i’ll be the last because you’re MINE now and you belong to me’. 

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Secret Underneath Part 4 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I did update the Ko-Fi so now you can just donate whatever you can if you would like to :)

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Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, light choking, spanking, DIRTY TALK, hair pulling, etc. FLUFF, they like her :).

ANGST, readers ex is a dick and tries to show off (boys put him in his place ;) ), mentions of their ex with some more details of what happened, reader mentions missing them when they are away, SLIGHT cliffhanger ending but nothing too dramatic, mentions of how their life style could affect her.

Word Count: 6457

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You weren’t sure how you would feel when Eddie and Steve were away on business trips. You expected to miss them terribly and you absolutely did but what surprised you was how much you were missed in return. 

One evening you got a message saying that a car was going to pick you up from work that Friday and the next thing you knew you were being driven to an airport where a private jet dropped you off at Steve’s hotel where you were met with a big grin and a fancy dinner. 

“Steve, this is too much.”

“Not to me.”, he beamed as he pulled you into his embrace and rested his head on top of yours. “I just needed to see your face.”

“Aw, did you miss me, Daddy?”, you coo making him chuckle. 

“I always miss you when you aren’t with us, pretty girl.”

Another weekend, the same driver and jet coordinated to drop you off at the back of a packed amphitheater where a big overly muscled security guy guided you backstage, where Eddie waived at you like a little kid, his long hair bouncing behind him as he ran to hug you and lift you off your feet. 

“You’re here! Ah I missed you, sweetheart, so much.”

“I missed you to.”, you giggle. 

“After the show, the guys and I were going to relax, order some beers, and a pizza. Made me think of you so I thought you’d want to join.”

“I’d love to as long as I’m not an inconvenience or anything.”

“Hey.”, he scolds, grabbing your chin firmly. “Don’t ever let me hear you say that again. You are never an inconvenience, baby girl.”

Even though they were only gone for a week or two at most, they always fucked you like they hadn’t seen you in one or two years. 

Steve’s heavy pants filled your ears as his head hung to the side of your own and your fingers tangle in his hair as your other hand clings to his shoulder. His hips thrust his cock slowly into your cunt, hitting that sensitive spot inside you roughly.

“Fuck.”

“Come on, honey. Give Daddy one more.”

“I-I can’t.”

Lifting his head, his nose grazed the tip of your own as he ever so slightly pumped into you at a faster rhythm.  

“Yes, you can, Y/N. Fuck, you feel so good. Cum on Daddy’s cock, baby. That’s it. My good girl.”

You and Eddie drunkenly laugh as the lamp by his bed falls to the floor as he stumbles into his bedside table trying to keep his lips on yours. Shoving you against the wall, you groan as he grinds his lower half between your legs and hooks his arm under your knee to lift one around his waist. 

You fumble with his belt desperate to feel him as his wet kisses trail down your neck and his tongue runs along your skin. He mewls when your soft palm wraps around his length before guiding it into your sex. As you clung to him, he rolled his hips roughly relishing the sound of your moans as your breath warms his flesh. 

“Jesus, listen to that little pussy taking Daddy’s cock. You’re so fucking wet.”

“Y-You looked so fucking sexy on stage playing your—mmm—guitar. Couldn’t stop…staring at your…fingers.”

Eddie’s thick digits slide into your mouth and your pussy clenches around him at the feeling. 

“You like my fingers and how they move, sweetheart” Again, you tighten around his cock and he growls as he pumps into you faster slamming his cock deeper inside you. “Fuck, Y/N, they’re all yours, babe. Only yours.”

After you came back home, you immediately felt their absence and it killed you but this is what you signed up for so you never said a word. You remained silent when a couple of days would go by without hearing from them because they were extremely busy. 

“Hey, baby. Why are you still at school?”, Steve asked as his voice flowed from your computer. They had both been gone this time for a little over a week and unlike other times hadn’t sent for you to come see them. They did explain that this particular trip was supposed to be a big deal for them both. 

Steve was working on new deal that would help him get recognized globally so he could expand further and Eddie wasn’t touring per say but doing the talk show circuit with his bandmates to campaign for the Grammy he personally couldn’t care less about. Even as they spoke to you, the mogul was at his desk in the hotel room flipping through documents and the rockstar looked like he was smoking on the roof of a radio station.

“I’m doing some work here, you know. Grading some papers and things like that.”

“Hm.”

“Yeah…I hear it to, Ed.”

“Hear what?”

“You’re hiding something.”, he chuckles. “Why don’t you want to go home?”

A heavy exhale leaves your lips as you lean back in your chair. 

“I’ve gotten used to you being there and when you’re not… it just feels empty.” They softly smile at your admission and suddenly you can’t seem to stop yourself as the words begin to flow. “My apartment also doesn’t really have a lot of your stuff, you know? It’s like when you’re gone, you disappear completely. Add in the fact that you have to pretend like I’m not yours so I see girls touch you and flirt… I hear you tell reporters you’re single which…I guess you are but…”

“Y/N, sweetheart—”

Eddie’s voice in your ear is interrupted when someone loudly knocks on your door making you jump. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Holden. You scared me.”

“I scared you? Pretty much everyone has gone home. Why are you still here? Who are you talking to? You’re new boyfriend?”

“None of your fucking business. We had a deal. Get out of my classroom and leave me alone before I give you another black eye.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see both men had completely stopped what they were doing to focus on you, realizing now you were talking to ex. 

“You always did like it rough, babe.”

“I’m not your ‘babe’ or ‘baby’.”

“Hm but I’m always going to be your Daddy, sweetie.” You weren’t sure if your ex could feel it but you definitely did through the screen as Eddie and Steve’s anger radiated through. “Look, calm down, I just heard your voice and came by to ask if you were going to the faculty thing tomorrow?”

You glared at him with equally annoyed eyes making him chuckle sarcastically. 

“I’m just asking because I’d love to meet your new man. Maybe exchange some stories—”

“Like how you’re so desperate for attention, you physically hurt me, put a picture of us in a book I borrowed, and are now here puffing up your chest like a peacock, you fucking idiot? Trust me, you have never nor will you ever be MY Daddy. The men—man—I’m with showed me what having that title actually means.”

“Hm, well they, I mean he, will learn how much of a pain in the ass you are and you’ll come crawling back, Y/N. You always do. Why even bother hiding it if you have multiple men in your life. You were also always a bit of a freak. It’s unfortunate, unlike myself, most men can’t handle a woman with your…proportions. Have a good night, honey.”

Your eyelids flutter slightly at his passing insult as he walks away. 

“What’s the faculty thing?”

You jumped when Eddie’s voice roughly pulled through your earbuds. 

“We’re doing a costume party at the school for Halloween since the actual holiday is on a school day.”, you answer with a crack in your voice you try to hide. “I’m sorry.”

“What on earth do you have to be sorry for, baby?”

“I just… I feel like he wasn’t only being a dick to me but you guys.”

“Look at us, sweetheart.” When you do as your told, you take in there still seemingly agitated demeanors even though their eyes reflect nothing but care for you. “You are absolutely right, he was. But you were also right about the fact that we know the true meaning of the word Daddy when it comes to you. All that matters to us is how you’re feeling.”

“I’m going to send Thomas to come get you, Y/N—”

“You can’t. It’s another reason he was coming in here to stir up trouble. He already knew I was going to the party. I have to…we all do… I wish you could come with me.”

“We can. We may be fashionably late but—”

“No, no Steve. This trip is extremely important for you two. I’ll be ok, trust me. I can handle one asshole.”

##################

You grin as you watch you teacher friends dance out on the floor as you sip from the red cup in your hand. You had sent the guys a picture of you in your white angel costume knowing Steve would love the white high heels and Eddie would go crazy over the relatively short spaghetti strap dress but neither man responded. 

Assuming they were busy with work, you made sure to keep them updated, letting them know when you got to the school and that you were safe. 

“Y/N, come on! Dance with us!”

Placing your drink in the trash, you sauntered over to your friend, laughing as you allowed yourself to let go and have fun. As the music began to slow and people paired off, you shuffled to the side, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs to look through your messages. 

The seats on either side of you suddenly became occupied but you didn’t think anything of it until one of the strangers spoke directly to you. 

“Beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be distracted by her phone.”

“Hm. Thankfully I’m my own woman and I don’t answer to you so…”

“Technically, princess, you do unless you decided you don’t want us anymore.”

Your head abruptly lifted, your eyes coming face to face with a handsome devil in a red mask. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail held back by devil horns and his matching red suit had you salivating as it clung perfectly to his frame. 

“Eddie? What are you doing here?”, you whisper. “You had an interview tonight!”

“You’re more important than a meeting and an interview.”

Swiveling towards the other voice, you took in Steve’s all black suit with an equally colored mask and horns as well. 

“So, angel, you wanna dance?”

Grinning, you nod your head and take his hand as he rises and leads you to the dance floor where he places his palms on your waist while you put your own on his shoulders. 

“Steve, you really didn’t have to come here.”

“I know we didn’t have to. Remember, baby, we never do anything we don’t want to do. Plus, you’ve been coming to meet us these past couple of months, we wanted to show you that we can do the same.”

“Really? I think Daddy was just jealous.”, you giggle. 

“Yes and no.” Your smile grows as he spins you before pulling you back to his chest where you rest your head. “The fact that this fucker thinks you still belong him did spike those feelings but it was more the fact that he had the audacity to disrespect you and hurt you.”

“He didn’t hurt me.”

Strong fingers grip your chin forcing you to look up at him. 

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

“I can handle it.”, you murmur.

“I know you can. It’s one of the many reasons we like you but, honey, what we’re telling you is you don’t haveto.”

Tilting up on your toes, you kiss his lips as he smiles against them. 

“Do you, um, do you guys want to see my room?”

***

“Look at you, you nerd.”, Eddie teases as he points to your bookshelf full of the usual English books you would see on a reading list. 

“Said the Dungeons and Dragons geek.”, you jest making him throw a wink your way. “The school district requires they read one ‘English’ book a semester and write a report. A lot of these kids struggle financially so I try to make it easy where I can.”

“Who’s this? Your parents?”, Steve asks as he holds up a framed photo you have on your desk. 

“Yeah, that’s my mom and my dad. This right here is my best friend since grade school. She’s still in my hometown but we talk as much as we can.”

“Seems like you gave up a lot to come up here with…Holden?...was it?”

“I told you I was stupid.”

The rockstar smiles as walks over to you and lifts you up onto your desk. 

“You weren’t stupid, sweetheart. You were in love and hopeful. We get that.”

Your head slightly hangs as you glide your hands down his arms to hold his hands while your silent question hovers in the atmosphere. 

“Yes.”, Steve answers before he jumps up on to the desk to sit beside you. “We did love her…Gina. We’re still trying to figure out if there was ever a point where she loved us back.”

“With how it all ended, we’re thinking no but…”, Eddie shrugs. 

“How long were you together?”

“Officially? On and off for 2 years, I think. Right, Harrington?”

“Yeah, but we were friends before that. We met her at a film screening for one of her mom’s movies a few years prior. She could be a bit of a brat but she didn’t have a kind heart like you.”, he grins as he reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with your own. “She could never really turn it off. She was rude to everyone and that nepotism leaked out constantly.”

“What made you leave?”

“It was a couple of things but the main one being her cheating with some twenty something football quarterback. Paparazzi caught her in the back of his jeep and plastered the image everywhere. She had the audacity to run to us after to see if we could make it go away.”, Eddie sighed as he stepped forward and rested his head on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I would never do anything like that. I can be a bit of bitch when I need to but—”

The rockstar’s lips cut you off for a brief moment before you wrap your arms around him and hug him to your chest. 

“We trust you, Y/N. That’s why we’re trying to be more open and let you in.”

You wished you could pause this moment and revel in it for a long while with you tangled in both their arms. You felt so safe with them which is something you had been desperately looking to attain for a long while even when you were with your ex. After you moved away from everything you knew, you struggled to find your footing and Holden didn’t make it easy. You always felt like you were falling through the cracks which strengthened you own resolve but you were tired. With these two men here, you could finally feel safe letting go. 

“Wow, when I said multiple men, Y/N, I didn’t think you’d have them at one time.”, Holden echoed sarcastically as he leaned in the doorframe of your classroom. 

As they turned to look at him, they took a few seconds to take him in before Eddie loudly cackled as a wide toothy grin painted Steve’s features. Your ex was dressed like the front man of one of his favorite bands, Corroded Coffin, but it was very haphazardly put together.

“Oh my god. Sorry, man. I can’t wait to show Gareth this. He’s going to flip shit when he sees how assholes perceive him.” Eddie continues to laugh as he takes a picture with his phone. 

“So you are thee Holden?”, the mogul asks as he sizes up the man in front of him. 

“I am and I don’t appreciate the condescension.”

“Well, we don’t appreciate the way you treat and talk to Y/N so we’ll call it even. We’ve actually been dying to meet you. We heard what you said yesterday about still being this beautiful woman’s Daddy.”

“Oh, you heard that huh? Good. Trust me, boys, you can’t handle a little brat like her.”

“Is that why you put your hands on her?”

“Please. I don’t know what she told you but I know her. She’s a needy thing that likes it a lot rougher than most girls.”, he shrugs. 

Steve sarcastically smiles turning towards Eddie who does the same. 

“See, Holden, there’s a few problems with that. The first being, that little one there…she’s ours. You put your hands on something that doesn’t belong to you.” The mogul moves out of the way as the rockstar’s fist flies, hitting your ex in the nose before grabbing him and shoving him to the ground. “Secondly, she does like it rough but she consents to that with us. She told you no and, Holden, no means no. Can you say that for me?”

“Fuck you, dick!”

This time Steve’s the one that punches him. 

“Try again.”

It takes a couple more smacks before he finally submits. 

“No means no! Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“We know, bud. Come on now. On your feet. Good boy.”, Eddie responds calmly as he guides the man to a standing position clinging to his collar. “But we aren’t the ones you should be apologizing to.” Shoving him in front of you, they wait for him to continue and when he doesn’t the rockstar’s ringed hand smacks the back of his head. “Go on, dumbass. Geez, what did you see him?”

You smirk as your eyes narrow playfully in his direction.

“I-I-I’m sorry, Y/N.”

As Holden glances towards Steve, the man rolls his eyes as he gives him a keep going motion with his hand. 

“Um, I’m sorry for hurting you on our date and calling you a whore. I, uh, and for bothering you at work e-e-even though we agreed I wouldn’t.”

“And?”

“And what?!”, your ex yelled sarcastically causing Eddie to push him to his knees.

“Holden, we heard you talk about her weight and from what she’s told us we know it’s not the first time.”

“I find it amusing that you seem to think most men can’t handle her ‘proportions’ yet your way is to bring her down and make her feel like she’s unattractive. That really is a shame because quite honestly she’s the most beautiful woman we’ve met and that’s without taking into account how fucking sexy her body is.” Holden’s eyes meet yours as Steve speaks. “I also think it’s interesting she seems to think she’s a brat to yet, Ed, have we experienced that side of her yet?”

“Nope. I mean she’s a bit sarcastic but I wouldn’t say bratty. More than anything she’s confident and knows what she wants. Nothing a Daddy can’t handle.”

The mogul sunk down on his heels to get on your ex’s level. 

“That’s why you lost her. You, little boy, thought you could handle a woman like Y/N. MEN can handle her attitude and her proportions. Do you know why?”

“Because we don’t see it as something that needs to be handled.”, the rockstar answers for him. “We wouldn’t have her any other way.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise I’ll leave you be.”, Holden sighs as his head hangs.

“Good boy.”, Steve praises as they help him to his feet again and dusts off his outfit. “Come on, baby.”

He reaches for your hand and you immediately take it, walking with them towards the door before they both pause. 

“Oh and Holden.” The man lifts his mask to his forehead making your ex’s eyes widen. “If you ever hurt her again, we won’t be so nice. I have some friends in high places.”

“Honestly, buddy, it’s best if you just not talk to her at all unless it involves school. Trust us, we’ll find out if you cross anymore lines.”, Eddie adds as he lifts his own mask and winks.

##################

“Where are we?”, you ask as Steve takes out a set of keys and jiggles it in the lock. 

You knew they weren’t taking you home when they passed all the regular streets it took to get there but when they stopped at a building that wasn’t a hotel you became curious. 

“Our place.”, he answers as he slowly opens their front door and gestures for you to enter. 

They watch with amused eyes as you gradually step forward and take in their massive apartment. The living room was spacious and open with tall ceilings and large glass doors that opened to a pool on their balcony. Beyond that you were able to see the beautiful city lights that made you smile. Maneuvering down a hallway, the first room you found had to be Steve’s with the strong cologne smell that made you swoon. 

There was a large bed in the corner with a small gym area he created off to the side. Your fingers ran along his suits in his closet but you were more fascinated by the polo and t-shirts you had yet to see him in. Against the wall by his window was his desk and you took in all the paperwork scattered across the wood.

A framed photo by his bed catches your eye and you pick it up, giving it a good once over before flashing it in his direction. The photo was one he had taken one of the many times you went to go visit him during his business trips. You had both been talking on the balcony of his hotel with one of his shirts wrapped around your naked frame. While you were leaning over the railing looking out into city below, he had come up behind you, wrapping his arms your waist as he kissed your cheek and snapped the image.

“You have a picture of me?”

“I have a lot of pictures of you.”

“I know I mean…”, you giggle. “You have a picture of me by your bed in a frame.”

“Yeah, of course. I like that your face is one of the last things I see before I fall asleep.”

He softly smiles your way and you feel like your heart is going to explode. 

“I have one to.”, Eddie beams as he gestures across the way and you immediately head towards his room. 

A wide smile painted your feature when you entered the rockstars area and were promptly hit with the smell of cigarettes and his own signature body scent. Along the walls were posters of other metal bands and guitars he had collected over the years. His floor was littered with his own clothes and on his dresser you took note of the many fantasy books you had actually begun reading so you could understood what he enjoyed. 

On his bedside table there were a few photos of different people. One was of a gorgeous woman who looked exactly like him that you assumed was his mother. Another was of him with an older gentleman rolling his eyes backstage at one of their concerts wearing a Corroded Coffin t-shirt as Eddie threw his arm around him throwing up the rock n’ roll symbol with his tongue hanging out. 

Beside that was his picture of you at one of the after-concert parties you attended with him and his friends. You were sitting on his lap with his arms tangled around you as his forehead rested against your cheek with you both tenderly grinning.

“We thought, maybe, we could give you our key and that way when you miss us you can come here or maybe even…I mean if you’d want to…”

“You could move in with us.”, Steve finished for his friend with as much a shake in his voice as the other. “Of course, you don’t have to but we just wanted you to know the option was there and—”

Your lips cut him off as you jumped into his arms and kissed him almost desperately. After defending you, protecting you, missing you, and showing you how much they genuinely seem to care, you needed to show them how appreciative you were and how much you felt the same. 

Stumbling forward, you both fall onto Eddie’s bed, his mouth never leaving yours as he shuffles off his suit jacket and tries to unbutton his shirt before getting distracted trying to grind his lower half against your own. A mischievous chuckle emits from your lips as you take hold of his collar and rip his shirt open, your palm running up his warm, hairy chest as his moans vibrate through him. 

After throwing your halo headband to the side, he does the same with his and grips your back as he rolls you on top of him. Noticing you struggle to remove your wings; Eddie comes up behind you and assists, making you smile as you tilt towards him to taste his lips. His hand clings to the back of your neck as Steve’s own begin to roam along your sides to your tits over the fabric of your dress. 

Carefully the rockstar unhooks your garment and delicately lifts it over your head and the mogul immediately takes advantage of the opportunity, hastily sitting up to press his face in the valley of your breasts as he open mouth kisses your skin. 

“No underwear, sweetheart? Naughty girl.”, Eddie teases as you press Steve’s head closer to you, feeling his fingers travel up to unhook your bra. “Wait, Steven.”

The man pauses as you both watch his friend scurry to quickly grab your halo and place it back on your head, beaming down at you as he gently brushes some of your hair away from your face and kisses your cheek. 

“Our angel.”

After pushing Steve flat against the mattress, you fumble with his belt and unbuckle his pants as he helps you push them down his legs. A loud groan escapes his chest when you soft hand wraps around his cock and your tongue licks the precum off his tip. 

“Fuck. D-Don’t tease Daddy, baby.”

“Or what?”

A ringed hand lightly but firmly comes down on your behind making you squeak and pout. Unhooking your jaw, you took him into your mouth, flattening your tongue, always remembering what they told you. 

We like messy.

You whine around him when you’re spanked again but it turns into a moan when two fingers effortlessly slide into your folds. 

“Atta girl. I know how much you like the way my fingers move.”, Eddie coos in a husky tone that has you clenching around him. 

Steve’s hand rested on the back of your head as he guided your rhythm, grunting and groaning as you gagged around him. 

“There you go, honey. Fuck, that’s it. Taking me so well down that little throat of yours. Let-Let me take over.”

After giving him the ok, his grip tightens in your hair as he thrusts his hips and his friend matches his pace. You were overwhelmed with sensations as you choked around him and your stomach began to tighten at the impending orgasm building up inside you. 

Tugging on your hair, Steve leaned his forehead against yours as you panted, not needing to be told to keep stroking his cock with your hand. 

“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, are you about to cum on Daddy’s fingers?” Your big, blown out eyes locked with his as you nodded and felt his dick twitch in your hand. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. We’re gonna fuck you so hard and ruin you for anyone else. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy what?”

“Yes Daddy I want you both to ruin me. Oh my god.”, you whine loudly as the coil snaps and Steve’s lips crash to yours as he swallows down your moans. 

Rolling you over, he grabs your ankles and drags you till your lower half is hanging off the edge of the bed with you on your tummy. You squeak when his palm comes down hard on your behind before lifting one of your legs onto the mattress and guiding his thick cock into your core. 

In this position, you felt like he was stretching you in half as he slowly but firmly pumped his hips. 

“Daaaaddddy…”

Leaning over your back, his fingers gripped your jaw as his lips hovered over your ear. 

“You can take it, baby. I know you can. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Steve fell against your shoulder and you both grunted when he delivered you a few hard thrusts practically punching the air from your lungs. “That’s a…a good girl.”

Standing to his full height, he picked up his pace as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. You were so enthralled in the euphoria you didn’t even notice when a now naked Eddie was stroking his cock in front of you. 

You tried to lift your head but you struggled which Steve noticed, slowing down to drop your leg and take hold of both your wrists to help pull you back while giving him more leverage to pound into your cunt. 

“Jesus, princess. You look so drunk on his dick right now I don’t think you can handle mine.”

“Ah…no, please, Daddy. I-I-I can handle it.”

“Are you sure? It looks like you won’t have much control.”, he replies with slight mocking knowing already you don’t care. 

“I trust you both.”

Smirking, he scoots himself closer to you, threading his fingers in your hair and guiding your lips around his length. 

“Shit, sweetheart, you take us both so well. I think you were made for us.”

Occasionally tugging you back, Eddie allowed you to collect some air as you moaned. When he realized you were close to your climax, he cupped your jaw and stroked his cock with his hand as you licked and sucked on his balls. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, you’ll be feeling me for weeks. Now that we showed that asshole who you belong to you can show him how your Daddies take care of you.”

Leaning your sweaty forehead against his upper thigh, he continued to hold you as you panted against his skin before a loud scream ripped through you and you came. 

“God fucking damn it!”, Steve shouted as he folded over you and chased his high, slamming into you with rough abandon until you felt him coat your insides. 

Ringed fingers petted your hair out of your face as soft kisses landed on your temple. 

“Color, baby?”

“Green, Daddy. Thank you.”

“Color, Steven?!”, Eddie chuckles at the other man who falls back first onto the bed breathing heavily.

“Green…fuck…”

“Good.” Yanking you further up the bed, you giggle as he places you on your back, grinning down at you as he quickly grabs a pillow and puts it under your hips. 

Tilting down, he gives you a gentle peck on the lips.

“My turn.”

Balancing on his knees, you mewl as he slides his cock into your entrance and watch as his face scrunches in pleasure. Taking ahold of your legs, he lifts them over his shoulders on either side of his neck straight in the air making your eyes roll and shut. 

As his fingers dug into the meat of your waist, he clung to you as he kept his promise and pounded his length deep inside of you, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. 

“Atta girl. Fuck, this pussy is so good. You’re just…choking my dick…baby.”

“Please, Daddy.”

“What do you need? Tell Daddy, sweetheart.”

Taking a hold of his palm, you brought his digits to your mouth and an audible groan left his chest as your tongue wet the tips. 

“Touch me. Please.”

When his fingers began rubbing fast circles into your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last too much longer. 

“Jesus.” Rolling his waist, his hand reached out to grip your throat and you nodded, pleading with your eyes for him to get you there. Eddie’s grunts were like music and you moaned his title as your legs began to shake and you came. Dropping your limbs, he fell on top of you, aggressively thrusting his hips to elongate your high. 

“Fuck, Daddy. I need you to cum. Please…”

With your encouragement and a few more sloppy pumps, his release warmed your insides. 

The rockstar couldn’t help but groan happily when your fingers started running through his hair. 

“I like when you do that.”

“You make it sound like girls don’t play with your hair.”, you smile. Glancing towards Steve, your eyes widened when he shook his head. “No? Not even your fluffy head of hair?”

“Hm. Nope, honey. Just you.”

Eddie whines when his friend pokes his side, silently ushering him to get off you so they could get you clean. As you tried to get to your feet, you wobbled a bit and that was enough for the metalhead to lift you into his arms and carry you to his bathroom. 

“Told you he had a big bathtub.”, the mogul teased as the other man stuck out his tongue. “Shit. We don’t really have any…”

“Girly smells?”, Eddie tries to help by finishing his sentence making you laugh. 

“I don’t mind. I like smelling like you two.”

They both softly smile as they guide you in and take care of you, falling asleep as they began to dress you in some of Eddie’s clothes. 

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When you woke up, you were slightly thrown off guard, forgetting for a moment you had spent the night with them. Shuffling out of bed, you found both men out on their patio smoking a cigarette. As they spoke you couldn’t help but visually take them in. Eddie looked incredibly comfortable in his black sweats, wild hair, and bare chest, bearing his many tattoos for all to see should anyone be looking out their window. Steve had on his boxers and a Hawkins University shirt that was tight enough that you could see almost every muscle along his upper body.

They both seemed so calm as they spoke to each other and that made you happy. With the lives they had they deserved peace and you were glad you could give that to them in some way. 

“Ah ha. So the business tycoon Steven Harrington DOES smoke.”, you jest as you exit their apartment onto the balcony.

“Told you.”, Eddie chuckles as he makes room for you to sit between his legs and lean against his chest in the lawn chair he was sitting in. When his arms circled around you, you immediately felt safe. 

“Y/N, we, um, we wanted to talk to you about something.” Steve’s tone made you nervous as your body visibly stiffened. “No, hey, no. It’s not bad or anything.”, he soothed as he took a seat in the chair across from you both. “We just…it’s a big step and—”

“Steve wants to know if you would like to come to an event with us next weekend.” The mogul sighed as his friend shrugged. “You were taking too long.”

“In what capacity?”, you ask.

“It, uh, wouldn’t be like as a girlfriend but, um, we don’t want you to think we don’t see you that way. It’s just…a taboo I guess that…”

“Don’t you make deals for a living?”

“Jesus! Then you tell her, Edward.”, Steve growls. 

“You think of me like a girlfriend?”

Both men exchange a glance before the man in front of you tilts his head. 

“Yeah, I mean, if you want to be.”

“After Gina we said we wanted to take things slow with the next girl we were intimate with but Y/N we trust you. We wouldn’t have brought you here if we didn’t.”

“Of course, because of the circumstance there are some stipulations—”

“Stipulations?”

“Yes, for example, when Gina would go out with us she and we would tell people that we were just friends.”

“Which would mean the paparazzi are going to make assumptions a lot about us and another girl we even talk to. Other women will continue to flirt and try to touch us…” Eddie cringed as he spoke and you could tell they both hated what they were telling you.

“And you would let them?”

“No. Hey fuck no. Y/N, that’s not how we are. We would tell them or anyone to fuck off but we just want you to be prepared.”

“What about me? If I’m showing up and presented as a friend…men will hit on me and touch me in front of you.”

Steve’s jaw tightened as he glared off into the New York skyline. 

“You’re right, sweetheart. They will. But we just watched you tell us to fuck off when you didn’t know it was us sitting beside you. And you know any unwanted touches… we can break their fucking hands.”

“That’s not the only attention I would get either right? If people know we’re friends, they’ll pry and ask me questions about you guys. Try to get scandalous details. I may even lose some people I imagine.”

Your head hangs as you sigh before Eddie sits up and shifts you around so he can see your face. 

“I’m sorry we have to keep bringing her up, Y/N, but Gina shattered, fucking SHATTERED our trust in most people. Everything you mentioned, she did and then some. She took advantage of the opportunities and made them work for her. We’ve spent almost 4 some odd months getting to know you and we trust you way more than we ever did her and we knew her for years.”

“You don’t have to do this, honey, if you aren’t comfortable. We can wait a few months and talk about this later down the line. That’s not going to change how we feel about you. You’re ours and we’re yours.”, Steve added, lifting your chin with his fingers. “Tell us what you’re thinking, baby girl.”

“What’s the event?”

“A charity thing downtown.”

“I’m a little scared. I don’t know how to be at something like that.”

Eddie smiles as he kisses your temple. 

“Neither do I, sweetheart. That’s Steve’s territory.”

“Please, that’s my parent’s thing. If anything, I’m good at faking it.”, the mogul grins as he caresses your cheek. “So…do you want to come with us?”

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[sabosbabygirl]

🪝Hooked On Daddy🪝

Sir Croc x You (female reader)

NSFW, +18, Hook, Sexy, Smut, Sex, Darling

1.3k words

Your soft moans made him smirk and ears perk. His eyes watched as you thrusted your dildo in and out of your wet pussy. He licked his lips.

Sir Crocodile loved watching you fuck yourself. The way your pretty fingers gripped the dildo. The soft moans escaping that beautiful mouth and the sound of your wet pussy sloshing; gripping the dildo tightly.

He adjusted his pants as his cock began throbbing, begging for release.

“MMM Daddy..” you moaned as you kept thrusting the dildo deeper and deeper into your aroused pussy.

He chuckles, “Yes Darling?” You stop and look up from the bed and instantly pull the dildo out and blush….

“Hmm…why did you stop? You were so close…Perhaps you want the real thing?” he grins as he slowly walks over to the bed.

Still blushing, “Yes…I would actually like the real thing...” you whisper as your eyes roam his body; his bulge quite large pressing against his pants.

He notices your eyes and smirks, “Of course you do, Darling. The real thing, especially mine, is always better.” He stops at the foot of the bed and leans down slightly. His eyes filled with lust and desire as he stares into yours and slowly down at your wet pussy.

“Beg,” his voice slightly rough but filled with much desire that made your stomach flip.

He raises an eyebrow, “You want it Darling?! Beg for it,” he licks his lips, “Beg with that pretty mouth of yours.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and you smile, “Please daddy. Please show me how good a real one feels” your hands gently paw at his bulge, and you bit your lip. His eyes stare down at you, “Mmm, so beautiful when you beg,” his hook gently caresses your face. A devilish smirk forms on his face and he hooks your throat brining your face close to his erect bulge in his pants, “But you can beg a little better than that darling..” You know what he was hinting at and his hook around you the back of your neck made your arousal heightened more.

Your hands undid the buttons of his pants and zipper. You lowered his pants exposing his thick, slightly curved up, 12in cock. Your mouth began to water, “Beg Darling and I’ll give you what you want…hell what I want,” his voice was deep and music to your ears. You wrapped your hands around the bottom of his shaft and slid your mouth over his cock, stopping halfway down his shaft before sliding back up, leaving a trail of saliva.

Crocodile groans as he watches your mouth slide up and down his cock. He notices that you are stopping halfway down his shaft, “Hmm too big for you baby. Well, if you can’t take it down your throat, how is it going to fill up that wet, pretty pussy?” he teases while he gently, yet firmly nudges your head further down his shaft with his hook that’s around the back of your neck.

You gag as you feel him moving your head down his shaft more. Drool starts to come out the corners of your mouth. “Take it Darling. I know you can. Make Daddy proud..” he encourages you while still firmly moving your head further down his cock.

Tears form in your eyes as you continue gagging on his massive cock. The curve of his cock scrapes your throat. You moan and close your eyes as you force yourself down his shaft, taking more and more of him. You suck hard and gag more as drool starts sliding down his cock. You taste the tiniest bit of precum and feel the tip of his cock slide past your uvula, making you choke more.

“MMM, YESSS! That’s my Darling. Suck once more baby. Come on,” his eyes full of desire watching your mouth struggle and drool for him. You suck more and tears fall down your face.

He smiles and pulls you away from his cock which is dripping of your drool. His hook moves from the back of your neck, and he gently wipes the tears and drool from your face, “You took it so well, now let’s see how well your pussy does. Ass up Darling.”

You smile and nod, “Yes Daddy,” and turn around on the bed. Knees and hands on the mattress and you push up so that your ass is in the air.

“My God what a view,” he praises as his hook slowly scrapes across your ass and down your thigh. His hand massages one ass cheek while his hook gently finds it’s way to the folds of your pussy. You moan feeling the cool, gold metal on the lips of your pussy. As gently as possible he moves so that his hook rubs your clit without scratching it. You bite your lip, “Croc…Daddy..” you moan feeling the cold metal mixed with your arousal.

“I’m not gonna hurt you baby…at least not like this,” he chuckles before removing his hook from your clit.

Crocodile moves his hook to the middle of your back and his other hand grabs his cock. He presses his tip against your clit making you moan as he flicks his tip back and forth on your clit. “Please Daddy…pleaseee,” you whimper, craving him more than anything else.

“So impatient love, but fine. Let me feel how tight your pussy is compared to that mouth of yours,” he grins and with decent force plunges his cock into your tight, wet, pretty, pussy.

“Ahhh!!” you yell out feeling his entire girth enter you.

“Fuck you are tight, darling. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he groans and slams his hips into your ass, pushing his cock deeper into your pussy. He thrusts back and forth, his cock exiting and leaving your tight pussy. Wetness coating his cock each time he pulls out.

You put your head in the pillow and scream as he continues stretching your pussy out.

“Come on baby. Your pussy is stretching and clenching around me so good. Don’t hide. I wanna hear you scream,” you feel his hook wrap around the front of your neck, and he pulls you up, choking you slightly as his hips crash hard against your ass. His cock penetrating your g-spot.

“That’s a girl. Scream my name baby…” he groans as his hips thrust harder and his hook resting around your neck to keep you from lowering your head. You moan and cry out as his cock continues stretching your walls. The tip of his cock hitting your g-spot so beautifully making you feel wet, and your nipples harden.

His other hand reaches around and massages your stomach up to your breasts, pinching your nipples. “Oh Daddy,” you moan as the mixture of him pinching your nipples, his hook around your neck and his cock beating your g-spot becomes overwhelming.

“That’s a girl. Cum for me Darling. Cum all over my cock,” he grits out as he pounds you faster and harder. Pinching your hard, sensitive nipples and his hook choking you a little more.

“Ahh! Ahhh!! DADDY CROC!!” you scream as your orgasm explodes and your warm liquid coves his cock that’s stuffed inside of your small, tightness.

He grins feeling how your pussy exploded on him and how your body is trembling. “That’s my girl,” he grunts as he begins pounding you faster and faster like you are a rag doll. “Daddy’s almost there,” he yells as his seed bursts inside your pussy, coating your walls and g-spot. You moan loudly and shiver as you feel is load coat every inch of your pussy.

He releases his grip, removing his hook from your neck and his hand from your nipples. He pulls out, watching the hot mixtures of cum flow out of you.

“Lay down, Darling and hand me a cigar,” his deep, gentle voice is back from his lustful voice.

You hand him a cigar from the nightstand with the lighter and lay down on your stomach. Your body trembling slightly. “Are you gonna lay with me?” you ask, slightly tired.

He lights the cigar and takes a puff, “In a minute. I wanna admire my work,” he smiles as he watches the cum from your pussy slowly leak onto the sheets.

[juanarc-thethird]

It's The year of The Rabbit and a certain Snow Angel decided to be a Snow Bunny much to Jaune's surprise (Art by LainArt)

Jaune is checking the calendar in his room.

Jaune: It seems that this Chinese year will be the year of the dragon. I should prepare something to celebrate.

*BAM!* The door to his room burst open.

Jaune: What the?!

Weiss: Don't even think about starting to plan that.

Jaune: Weiss?! *Blushing* What are you wearing?!

Weiss: My bunny costume of course.

Jaune: Why are you wearing that?

Weiss: Because it's still the year of the rabbit, duh.

Jaune: I mean, why are you wearing it now?

Weiss: I wanted to wear it sooner but when I ordered it the shipping was delayed and then it didn't came in my size, I had to adjust it, and here I am. Do you like it?

She says while posing adorably in front of him.

Jaune: *Quietly* You look so good~

Weiss: What did you say?

Jaune: I-I said, your costume looks good.

Weiss: *Smiling* Thank you~ I really like this, buy my only problem I have with this costume is the back.

Jaune: Like the zipper?

Weiss: No, my butt. Look.

Weiss turns around showing her big ass to Jaune. She puts her hands on each cheek and stretches them a little.

Weiss: It's very tight down here.

Jaune: (MY OUM!!) I-I see...

Weiss: And I also feel like it makes my ass look bigger, don't you think?

Jaune: I-I mean *Ahem* I mean, respectfully, it looks (So fucking delicious!~💕) good.

Weiss: Are you sure? Just look closer

Weiss says as she walks backwards towards Jaune. Her ass bouncing with every step she takes.

Jaune: I-I'm fine from here, t-there's no need to do that. (My God! If she gets closer, I may…)

Weiss: At least feel it…

She says while she bumps her ass against his pelvis.

Jaune: 😳❗️

Weiss: Doesn't it feel a little... tight?~💕

She says it as she rubbed Jaune's bulge with her ass.

Jaune: W-Weiss, what are you doing?

Weiss: I don't know. What does it look like I'm doing?~💕

Jaune: I-If you do this I would get the wrong idea. (Is this really happening?!)

Weiss: Maybe I want you to think like that~💕

Jaune: Weiss, you....

Weiss: I need you to take care of this Bunny,...

She takes his hands, puts them on her belly and slides them up until they stop on her modest chest.

Weiss: ..Daddy~💕

Jaune:...

Moments later

*PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!*

Weiss: 💕OH DADDY, I'M CUMMING!!!!💕

Jaune has Weiss on all fours, pulling her hair while fucking her hard and eager. With each thrust Weiss's soft ass bounces erotically. It's a tremendous force that she clings to the bed sheets to keep herself in place.

Jaune: You're going to be a good little bunny and get pregnant for me, right?

*Smack!*

Weiss: Mmm!~💕 Yes Daddy!💕 I want your babies!💕

Jaune: Good girl~ Now... Fuck~... get ready. I'm about to cum.

*Smack!*

Weiss: Ah!~💕 Yes!!💕 Cum!💕 Cum inside me!!💕 Fill me up!!!💕

Jaune: Oh Fuck!

Jaune pushes Weiss's head to the ground, as he throws all his weight into her. Thrusting his cock deep inside her.

Weiss: Aah! Yes!~💕Yes!~💕Yes!~💕Yes!~💕

Jaune: Shit! I'm about to... Oh fuck... Oh Fuck! OH FUUUCK!!!

Weiss begins to feel how Jaune fills her completely. It's so hot and stimulating, that she melts in pleasure. Making her cum once again.

Weiss: AAHhh!!~ Thank you, Daddy~💕

[littlemelaninfics]

Bucky aftercare please!!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Soft!Bucky, cock drunk reader, after care, no smut

Your face was still mashed into the mattress beneath you. Ringlets voiding your full vision with the taste of salty sweat creeping past your huffing lips. You felt kisses placed on your hot shoulder blades and the curls being swiped from your face.

Your eyes were unfocused but centered on the lightly breezy curtains,

“Speak for me.”

“Mmm.” Was all you could let out. Bucky got up from the bed and crossed the hardwood to the adjacent bathroom. You could hear the sink running and the medicine cabinet open then shut again. The loud padding of his weight crossing the floor filled the otherwise virtually silent room.

He squatted to your eye level, bringing the cool towel to gently wipe the night from your brow. Your breathing relaxed further, drinking in the sparkle in his eyes and the gentleness he has with you.

“There she is,” he said softly.

“Sit pretty for me, Baby. Can you do that?” You nod and slowly started to sit up and turn yourself over. Small squeaks and groans escaped your lips as the buildup in your triceps tensed up. You leaned back against the headboard, taking a deep breath. He started to bring the duvet up but you declined,

“ ‘m hot.” He smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss to your forehead. Bucky grabbed the 2 Tylenol and glass of water from the night stand. He lifted the cup to your lips and placed his cold, hard index finger under your chin to guide your head with the water. You took and swallowed the medicine before resting your head back. He placed the cool towel on your forehead before standing,

“That needs to be empty before you go to sleep,” he said behind him as we went back to the bathroom. He re-entered with another cloth in hand. He sat beside you and ran his hand up the length of your leg. You twitched when he reached her inner thigh and he left out an breathy laugh. He gently separated your legs, lightly lifting it and placing himself on his stomach between them.

He leaned in and softly left open mouthed kisses to the insides of both your thighs. He closed his eyes and sighed at the smell of you; sweet left over arousal and sweat. When he opened them he was eye to eye with your sticky, wet pussy. The sight of your juices and his cum secreting from your used hole left him in a trance.

“Ohhh, Baby. You did so well for me,” your heart rate started to increase just slightly, “the best girl I could ever have. So needy. So obedient. Drink your water, honey.”

You brought the cup to your lips and Bucky brought the new warm cloth up from his side. He started with a single swipe. You arched your back at the sensation the courses through you. You placed the cup down, mesmerized by him.

“You made me feel so good. Did I make you feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you said as you smiled down at him and ran your fingers through his hair. His grip on your left thigh tightened just a little bit, his body unwillingly notifying you that his heart skipped a beat.

He finished cleaning you up and got up from the bed. He pulled the duvet over you without asking this time. Bucky lifted the cup one last time and you happily drank the rest of it contents. He threw the towels in the hamper, grabbing a shirt from the dresser in the process. He walked back over to you and let you settle into your pjs.

He walked to his side and climbed in, immediately pulling you as close as possible. He left kisses on the back of your neck while he whispered about how he wants to spend the next day.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

[leaentries]

jamie “who absolutely lost his fucking mind the first time you called him daddy” drysdale

sounds of skin slapping and the headboard slamming against the wall filled the empty apartment. your loud moans turned into screams as jamie plunged himself in your cunt. his hands wrapped tightly around your legs that were propped over his shoulders.

you let your legs fall as they began to shake with pleasure. jamie’s hands switched to grab your hips, pulling your weight to meet his thrusts. you dug your nails into his forearms, drawing a deep groan from jamie.

“fuck just like that baby. taking me so well.” he leaned down, moving his arms to rest by your head as he laid his body flush against your own. you legs welcomed him with ease, wrapping around his waist to rest on his lower back.

you could feel the shocks of your orgasm begin to tighten in your belly. your pussy contracting violently around jamie’s thick cock. he sped up his pumps as he felt your core tug him in closer. the way your walls wrapped around his cock was heavenly.

“mmm, daddy.” you whimpered mindlessly. your head completely empty other than thoughts of jamie. your whole body and senses were consumed with him. you could feel his hip stutter, stilling slightly as he heard your words.

your eyes widened as you realized what you had said.

“what was that?” his blue eyes bored into yours, with a certain fire that you had never seen.

“n-nothing, jamie,” you swallowed thickly, turning your head away. “it was nothing.”

jamie’s hand gripped your face, forcing you to look at him once more. “no, no, baby. it was definitely not nothing.” he lowered his lips, now slightly grazing your own with each word.

“i want you to say it again.”

you bucked your hips pathetically, trying to get him to move them once more. his throbbing cock now unmoving in your aching cunt.

“not how this works, princess. say it again, or i’ll leave you here to finish yourself off.” normally you wouldn’t think jamie had it in him, always making sure to have you cum at least twice before he even thinks about himself. but the look on his face made it seem like he was serious.

the way his eyes were darkened and slightly hooded and his jaw rapidly clenching as he tried not to give in to the sweet tightness of you.

going against the burning sense of embarrassment, you felt yourself muttering the words, “please, daddy.”

“fuck me.” jamie whispered. he let his hips find their original pace, brutally snapping into your eager hole. his hands now gripped your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but you didn’t care.

all the mattered was the force that jamie’s cock was hitting that sponge spot inside of you with every shot of his hips. your mouth opened in a silent scream, your boobs bouncing with the sheer intensity of his thrusts.

“you like that princess?” he brings his lips down to yours once more, stealing a white-hot kiss. his tongue traces your lips, as you let him gain entrance. your body too fucked out to put up a fight.

jamie’s pulled back, panting. “that’s it, cum for daddy. make a mess on his cock.”

you felt the knot in your core snap as fiery pleasure seared your whole body. your blood boiling as your body arched into jamie’s rigid front.

you let out a meek cry, “fuck yes, daddy.” 

jamie quickly met you at the peak, the sound of your desperate cries enough to push him to his own orgasm. he continued his thrusts, shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside of your abused pussy.

he slowed down, making sure to work you both through your highs. jamie’s body collapsed against yours, laying his head on your chest. you both laid there panting, attempting to catch your breaths.

after a few minutes, you let your hand travel to his hair, gently playing with the messy strands. his own hands rubbed soothing circles into the reddish-purple marks on your hips. you basked in the bliss of each others spent bodies.

the peaceful silence was broken by your words, “so, daddy huh?”

he bit your shoulder lightly, face turning red.

“shut up.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

Stepdaddy Steve Rogers😮‍💨

Really smutty, maybe including stepdads best friend bucky too

Threesome material wow

hi! okay, so not exactly a threesome but close? I hope you like it, though.

summary - daddy decides it's playtime during the game, and his best friend gets to watch.

warning - voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, daddy kink, slight ddlg themes, stepcest, smut.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You play with your fingers nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. “Daddy?!” You let out an anxious yell, your eyes peering down at the tub of ice cream. You hear him yell back, and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing you didn’t piss him off during his game. “C–Can I please have another ice cream?!”

“Absolutely not!” He yells back in his dad voice, sending tingles to the forbidden spot between your legs. You let out a cry as you shut the freezer door and head toward where he sits. He and Bucky look over when you enter the room. Steve sends you a soft smile when you pout at him, eyes filled with tears.

“Why not, daddy?” You continue to pout, eyes moving between your daddy and Bucky, your fingers pulling on the hem of your short dress. 

“Because daddy doesn’t want his little princess to get sick. You don’t want to have a sore tummy, now, do you?” You shake your head, your nose scrunching up as you remember the last time you had too much ice cream. “Good girl, now come here, baby.” He motions you forward with his hand, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

“How come?” You slowly begin to walk forward, curious.

Steve smiles, pulling you onto his lap when you get close enough. Loving the squeal that escapes you. “Daddy wants to teach you something about the spot between your thighs.” You look at him with wide eyes and a giant smile, excited for your daddy and playtime.

“Is this playtime, daddy? But what about your game? And M–Mr Bucky?” Steve nods, his hand resting on your upper thigh, throwing a smirk at his best friend.

“Yes, princess. This is playtime, don’t worry about the game, and Bucky might be joining us. Would you like that, princess?” Steve grins when you nod your head excitedly, “Now, princess. You're going to watch Bucky play with himself whilst I play with you, okay?” You nod again, eyes already dazed at the thought but snap out of it when Steve slaps your cheek softly. “I need words, princess.”

“Yes, daddy! I watch, you play. Got it!” You nod, head turning to stare at Bucky’s crotch. Both men chuckle at your excitement.

Steve spins you around so that you are facing Bucky, his hand cups your cunt, groaning when he notices you’ve listened to him about going bare around the house. “Good girl.” He flips your dress, letting his best friend stare at your glistening cunt. His fingers begin to rub your little button, and Bucky hurriedly pulls out his throbbing cock, his eyes glued to you, spitting into his hand as he starts to stroke his member. 

“You’re such a pretty girl. Your daddy was right, doll. You’ve got the prettiest pussy in the entire world.” He groans, tugging his cock harder whilst his other hand reaches down to massage his balls. Your sweet sounds go straight to his cock, and he watches you whither in your stepfather’s lap because the pleasure is too much. “Mmm, what I wouldn’t do to make you mine, doll. Maybe one day your daddy will let me have my way with you.” 

You whimper, your eyes widening as you watch Bucky tug on his cock. Drool gathers in your mouth as you become desperate to suck on it. Little moans escape you as your daddy continues to rub your tiny button. Your eyes become lidded and dazed as you feel all tingly inside. “Daddy! Daddy! Feel funny!” 

Steve grunts, his cock strained against his pants as his fingers enter your tight hole and curl, hitting the delicious spot inside you. “Cum for us, princess. Make us proud.” His pace becomes brutal, roughly fingering your spot whilst rubbing and pinching your button. Bucky’s eyes roll back, and his cock twitches as cum explodes from his mushroom tip. The sight of you squirting everywhere sets him off and will forever be in their minds.

thank you for reading!

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[thetypingpup]

what about rich/ceo dom sanhwa, having daddy kinks and just fucking you so good you go dumb on their cocks, both their big ducks stuffing you so full

literally the best fuck you’ll ever have

"mmm, you're so good at this, pretty girl." san's deep voice blends right in with the smooth baseline of the background music, "so good using that pretty mouth."

the metal clasp of his watch brushes over the side of your face. a chilling shudder sends a heated surge of arousal right between your legs. the scent of leather mingles with the heady musk of his own arousal, and your eyes slide shut to savor the aroma. you suckle around his length harder, enjoying the way the turgid flesh weighs down your tongue. you feel his other hand on the back of your head, guiding you down the rest of the way, and you let your jaw go slack to take him in.

"that's it, take it all in your pretty mouth-- yes, that's it." a throaty groan of approval rises from his throat, right as the head of his cock is encased in the tight heat of your throat. you sputter for only a second before you welcome the intrusion, feeling his cock brush against a spot in your throat that has you moaning relentlessly.

"having fun there?" you hear seonghwa snicker behind you, tracing the edge of the panties they bought you and savoring the sight of your ass peeking out of them.

"yes," san languidly hums his assent, letting his head tilt back, "she's so good with her mouth."

"what about you, pretty girl? you like it when he fucks your mouth?" seonghwa quips, spreading your ass to reveal your dripping centre. you try to nod, only to gasp as the cool air meets your heated flesh, making you quiver. your rhythm on san's cock falters ever so slightly.

"aw, are you shy pretty girl?" seonghwa inquires, and the way his breath softly fans out over your pussy in a rush of warmth makes you shiver in delight. he runs a meandering fingertip up and down your folds, taking in how your heat flares and gives way under his touch, unfurling to reveal yourself to him like a delicate flower. you shake your head as best you can with san's cock breaching your throat. you're not shy at all, you're excited, and you let him know by pushing your hips back to meet his fleeting touch.

"good girl. you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, right? let me fuck your pretty pussy?" his words alone have you clenching around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you. he doesn't even need to prep you. you've taken care of that yourself, and he feels this when he slides two fingers into you without a hint of resistance, your pussy giving way to him instantly.

"told you she wanted us both." san quips, his words fizzling out into groans when your tongue roves along the underside of his cock.

"then i think we should give our pretty girl what she wants." without another moment of preamble, seonghwa slides into you, right to the hilt.

your eyes roll back at the blissful sensation of being filled so completely, your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself anchored. a flash of deep purple light, the silver glint of a watch, and the smirk on san's face are the last things you see before you let your eyes slide shut, and you just enjoy the feeling of them fucking you from both ends, effortlessly making you see stars.

[rafedaddy01]

A rafe breeding kink

I hope you like this!! Breeding kinks get me every time

“Give me a baby”

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk

Please do not read if you have trouble with mature themes❗️

You and Rafe were in his room, no one home, you stared out his window taking in the glory of the sun setting. “Such a pretty view” you sighed as you felt relieved being here, in your boyfriends presence and forgetting about your troubles for a while.

“I think my view is prettier” Rafe said coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

You blushed at his words, “aww baby, I love you”

“I love you too” he said turning you around and kissing you.

You tugged him closer to you and he pushed you back until your back hit the window.

The kiss intensified as his lips travelled down to your neck, marking up the skin with purple marks.

“Rafe..” you muttered as your arousal heightened. “Mmm?” He moaned against your neck. “I need you..” you swallowed hard as his eyes met yours.

“Yeah? You want my cock? You want me to fill you up?” He whispered as he pushed you harder into the glass and wrapped a hand around your throat, he didn’t squeeze just resting it there and holding you in place as you tried not to squirm and get some friction between your legs.

“Yes..” you breathed out as he traced his hand down to the end of your shirt. “Off” he said pulling at it. He stepped back to admire your body, your breasts plumped out as your shirt was torn off “pants too” he said snapping his fingers and pointing to your shorts. “Panties too daddy?” You asked as you slid your bottoms off.

“I’ll do that baby” and with that you were thrown onto the bed, Rafe nestled between your legs as he slid your panties down “your so wet” he said. “Let’s see if I can clean you up”

Your back arched as his tongue laid flat on your clit, licking up your slit and collecting your juices. “So good” he muttered as he continued lapping up the mess.

“Rafe.. please- please touch me” you said as his eyes looked up at you.

“I am baby, be more specific. What do you want?” He pulled his mouth off of you, but the pads of his fingers danced circles on your clit. “Shit-“ you moaned as he rubbed faster. “Need-need- need your cock!” You shouted the last part as he inserted 2 fingers into you. “Let daddy stretch you out” he said as he pumped his fingers, curving them up with every thrust.

“Oh shit!” You moaned as you felt your orgasm approach. “Cum for me baby, cum for daddy and daddy will reward you” he pumped until you release all over him. He licked his fingers clean and disposed of his clothes.

As you were coming down from the intense high Rafes tip was already poking at your entrance. “Ready?” He asked as he pushed a bit in. “Fuck! Give it to me daddy” you moaned as he bottomed out. “Yeah? You want me cum, you want me to fill you up with my seed?” He teased as he thrusted a bit harder.

You were a babbling mess, “yea rafe, give me a baby!” You shouted as his tip hit that particular spot in you. “Shit.. say that again” he groaned as he felt you clenched him.

“Give me a baby daddy! Fill me up with your seed, let everyone know I belong to you” you moaned as you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck!” Rafe groaned as he released himself deep in you, you let go as the same time as him and the both of you caught your breath as he laid over your chest, still deep inside you.

“I’m not moving until your pussy sucks up all my cum”

@baby19sthings