#not the shirt-cum-sock garter ones

[skylordhorus]

i have recently discovered shirt stays and you know what? vitali probably has some of those too

[akwolfgrl]

Part 4! LFT I've read one to many mamwha where the guy keeps going after she says stop or no so this was for me.

Sanji began washing the mountain of dinner dishes, pleased that not a drop, not a crumb of food had been left behind. He didn't even get a bowl which was fine more for everyone eles. He needed to start the meat drying out to restock the jreky jar and he would need to slice some fruits to be dried as well, maybe start a quick pickle since a few of the vegetables were looking like they were going to go bad soon. He had to make sure nothing went to waste. Perhaps he could make something with the watermelon rind after the whole chursing incident…unless everyone forgot which is something Sanji would prefer.

A warm body pressed against his back a familiar head green hair against his shulder as a Marimo placed his head on sanjis shoulder. He could feel the other man's half hard dick resting against his ass cheeks. The man's large hand grabbed his left cheek and squeezed while his other hand moved to plan at Sanjis cock.

"It's latter cook," The swordsman whispered in his ear before kissing his neck. Sanji shuddered, dropping the plate he was washing back into the soapy water. His cock fully hard once again and moan slipping out of mouth. "Fuck I need to hear all the noises you make," Zoro groaned against his neck his cock fully hard as well as he rutted against Sanjis ass, layers of fabric the only thing spearting them.

"Ahh fuck! No! Stop," Sanji had stuff to get done first no matter how much he would love to ditch everything. The hands touching stopped and left his body, Zoro took a step away. Sanji took a deep breath. "Come back in about an hour or so. I have stuff to finish up, oh and under my pillow there's a blue bottle of oil grab it. We will not be using my cooking oil,"

"Oh, all right," The other man left without a word. Sanji had been preparer for protesting or begging or even whining. Perhaps the geezer was right, all his hookups at bars had been shitty.

Soon he was alone once more in the kitchen trying to hurry everything along, it had been far too long since he had sex. By the time Sanji was placing the last of the meat and sliced furit to be dehydrated, the door to the galley was being opened. Sanji couldn't see who it was but from the sound of the footsteps he could only assume it was Zoro.

"Just finishing up," Sanji spoke before placing the last piece of meat in the rack before putting the newly sliced meat into the marinade and then into the fridge. He quickly washed his hands before turning to look at his futurer lover, who was already sitting shirtless at the table waiting for him, because Sanji can already tell one night won't be enough.

"Looks like you're overdressed thire cook," Zoro smirked at him.

Sanji huffed at him before he began to unbutton his shirt as he walked over to the bench. His eyes hungrily devoured the sight in front of him. Zoro was a feast for the eyes, all hard muscle, that scar across his chest, proving him to be strong enough to survive against a warlord. Sanji couldn't wait to get his hands on him. Sanji toed his shoes off and slid his pants and down his legs. After picking them up, he put everything on the table. He stood there in his socks, not wanting to bother with the sock garters, and watched as Zoro quickly shimmed out of his pants. The man was thick with a wicked curve to the right. Sanji found himself licking his lips as he watched pre cum dribble down the other man's cock dissipating in the green hair below. Maybe latter, Sanji instead climbed back on to the man's lap just like how they where last time before they were intupted.

[kazuwhora]

which tr boys do you think are boobs, ass and thigh guys?

I actually really like doing these kinds of requests so tyyyy for requesting!

ft. mikey, ran, izana, chifuyu, kisaki, souya, shinichiro, draken, sanzu, baji, hanma, nahoya, hakkai, kazutora, rindou, koko, mitsuya, inui, wakasa

TITS

mikey, ran, izana, chifuyu, kisaki, souya, shinichiro

could spend all of eternity with their faces buried in your tits. also the ones who just can’t keep their hands (or eyes) off of your chest. their hands will be the ones trailing up your body while their head is buried between your legs because even though they love the taste of you, they can’t keep their hands off your tits, fingers tracing around your nipples like they’re desperate for them. eventually their faces will find comfort nuzzled in your chest, kitten licking your nipples with lust filled eyes that gaze up at you expectantly, waiting for any kind of cue that they’re doing good.

these are also the types who will never be able to take their eyes off of your chest when you’re not engaging in risky business. and they have no shame about it either. going out in public? they’ll make sure you’re wearing something that gives them the best view of what’s underneath. you might even have a hard time leaving the house because the second they see you they’ll be drooling, hands exploring beneath your shirt, the lack of self control painfully apparent with the bulge growing in their pants.

ASS

draken, sanzu, baji, hanma, nahoya, hakkai

the ones you can expect to have a hand on your ass at any given time of the day. no place is safe, and at no time either. they’ll probably prefer you on your hands and knees for them so their hands can grip your ass while they fuck you from behind. something about it gives them a rush of adrenaline and dopamine watching themselves disappear inside of you like that. they’ll have a grip so hard that the imprints of their fingers will be forever indented into your skin and thinking about the bruising and scratches they’ll leave on such supple, pretty skin like yours is enough to make them cum.

they’ll want to cum on your ass too (despite how much you’ll beg for them to cum inside you), obsessed with the way your skin glistens with their seed, and the way their hands sound connecting with your skin they’ve just coated with pleasure.

THIGHS

kazutora, rindou, koko, mitsuya, inui, wakasa

while all of the above are viable options, there’s something about the innocence and purity of thighs that lights a fire in their chest. something so inherently non-sexual, so simple, and so widely available for everyone to see makes them feel so intensely about you, so turned on, so animalistic that at times, it might even concern them. they’ll fall head over heels to see you in a skirt with thigh high socks, to see you in any type of lingerie with garters, in a dress that hugs your figure so delicately giving just a peak of your legs. they’re absolutely over the moon in love with your thighs and they’ll make sure you know it by the way they practically beg you to ride their tongues, lost in pure bliss as they gasp for air with their fingers dug into your legs pulling you down onto their face.

they're also massive suckers for missionary or accidentally slipping themselves inside of you while you're cuddling- any position where they can have their hands on your thighs and especially when they can cum on your thighs too. bonus points if you're wearing a garter or anything with lots of straps and buckles around your thighs. the sight of that will get them uncontrollably hungry for you and there's no stopping them then.

[uppermocns-moved]

𝘢𝘰𝘵 + 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥

eren, armin, levi, jean

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 – nsfw (minors don’t like/reblog/respond), mentions of hard kinks, female reader. shifts in and out of canonverse/modernverse so use your imagination! 

𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳 

always dominant. can be hard or soft dom depending on the mood.

into harder kinks (with heavy communication and consent): somno, breeding, impact play, breath play, free use, etc.

super high sex drive and usually always horny. when he’s bored, he’ll jerk off to pictures you’ve sent him and porn you’ve made together (he’s not camera shy), but never let himself cum, just lazily edge.

he edges for days at a time – not only goes it feel so fucking good, but it gives him thicker loads to pump inside you later.

obsessed with cumming inside you. he’ll fuck load after load as deep as he can inside you, watch in awe as it leaks out of you, then use his fingers to push it back in. he’s not shy about his possessiveness and this is just a further reminder that you’re his.

secretly doesn’t mind when you scratch up his back – he loves looking in the mirror and seeing visual evidence of how good he made you feel.

also secretly loves when you give him hickies in obvious spots. he does absolutely nothing to hide them, he loves reminding everyone of his place. it’s a nonverbal way of saying “i’m taken, fuck off”

wouldn’t care if he broke his neck from you riding his face. he welcomes it, actually.

heavily into bdsm (emphasis on the s&m), and dom/sub dynamics. while he loves perfect little subs that’ll treat him like some sort of god, he adores when you get bratty and talk back. makes things a lot more fun.

loves embarrassing you.

“my god, baby, can fuckin’ hear how wet you are.” “soaking your panties and i didn’t even fuckin’ touch you. what’s got you so wet, sweetheart? thinking of my cock?” “that felt good, didn’t it? don’t hide from me, pumpkin, let me see your pretty face.”

threesomes. foursomes. you name it. while eren’s possessive over you, he doesn’t mind sharing with his friends (if you consent, of course). he loves knowing how worked up everyone gets over his girlfriend, loves fucking you in front of them to show everyone how wrapped around his finger you are.

safeword! mean and rough is what eren does best. even while he’s slapping you around and calling you dummy, or an eager little slut for his cock, he’ll still check in with you and make sure you’re still feeling good and enjoying yourself. he may like hurting you, but he never wants to actually hurt you. never forgets aftercare, either, you’re still his precious angel that he loves more than anyone.

he’s incredibly vocal – dirty talk, moaning, growling, cursing, degradation.

if you’re too tired to go all the way, he loves mutual masturbation, or jerking himself off while you talk dirty in his ear. always wants to hear what you want him to do to you.

big fan of including toys, usually always fucking you with your magic wand on your clit.

sex without the power dynamics is still very intense and passionate. lots of making out, scratching his back and pulling him closer, deep thrusts, curses, eren telling you he loves you, kissing your forehead while you cum.

𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵

doesn’t really involve himself in strict power dynamics. he’s very versatile and the role he assumes depends on the mood.

prefers biting over spanking and choking you with his fingers over wrapping a hand around your throat (but he will do both).

loves eating pussy and will tease you by gently kissing you through your panties. definitely bites your inner thighs. whispers to you from between your legs and tells you how good you taste. makes you cum over and over, each time moaning into your core and tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you right where he wants you. he only stops when you’re crying and twitching, physically unable to cum one more time.

loves when you’re rough and press his face into your pussy or pull his hair to guide his mouth where you want it. you can hurt him a little. as a treat.

loves when you grab him by the chin and pull him up for a desperate kiss after he eats you out for hours.

goes heavy on the body worship, especially when you wear pretty lil outfits for him.

memorized your body and knows it better than you do. he knows when you’re close, you can’t hide from him.

his possessive side comes out hardcore during sex – armin doesn’t share. he’ll bite marks into your flesh and use his sweet, soft-spoken voice to get into your head. he wants to be the only thought in your mind, the source of all your pleasure.

“mine. you’re all mine. not fuckin’ sharing you.”

if you want him to, he can be fucking mean. he contrasts his harsh words with gentle touches, or tells you sweet things while patting your cheek just a little too rough. it’s almost scary how effortlessly he can change his demeanor to someone entirely different.

loves when you come by to “help” him study (lazily jerk him off while he does his required reading and assignments).

actually just loves when you jerk him off for that matter, especially when he gets to rut into your fist until he’s overstimulated and making a mess of your hand.

easily excitable – just gotta kiss him with tongue all soft and slow and he’ll get all flustered poking against your leg

obsessed with having his mouth on your tits – sucking them, licking them, letting his hand palm and grope at the one not receiving attention.

eye contact is a massive turn on and makes everything feel so much more intimate. he’ll gently grab your chin and redirect your sight, or give your inner thigh a little nip to make you open your eyes again. “focus on me, sweet girl.”

armin’s weaknesses are praise and heavy personal attention. sometimes he’s stressed out and just needs you to take care of him. he’ll sit between your legs, back pressed to your front, and let you stroke him until he’s overstimulated or so pent-up from denial. it makes him dizzy when you whisper praise in his ear, telling him how pretty he looks and how good he’s being for you.

“you wanna cum for me, pretty boy? that feel good? you like when i touch you like this, don’t you? such a good boy for me, armin.”

𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯

no defined power dynamic/roles – you do whatever the mood calls for. sometimes he’s pounding you into next week, sometimes you’re denying him orgasms for two hours straight until his voice cracks when he begs.

that being said, levi is a natural brat-tamer and can be a hard dom when he’s agitated and needs to blow off steam. his job is literally to keep brats in check – he doesn’t tolerate insubordination or backtalk (sometimes you test that out though). 

restraining your arms behind your back with his belt, spanking you until you can’t sit, reprimanding slaps, filthy degradation, punishing thrusts. he can be mean. 

“soaking through your panties and i didn’t even touch you. pathetic.” “i wasn’t fucking asking. knees, now.” 

he’s a masochist and loves when you scratch up his back, wrap a hand around his throat, bite him, pull his hair, etc.

borderline sadistic in the way that he will make you cum twenty times before he even considers letting up. he’s relentless. 

loves watching you get yourself off, or make out with you while you get each other off 

gets weak when you pull him in by the shirt collar

holds your hands :)

quickies are usually the only option due to your chaotic schedules. you get at least five minutes alone together, you don’t take it for granted. 

slow morning sex is his favorite – the sun is barely peeking over the horizon and you don’t have to worry about the outside world yet. it’s just the two of you and you can really take your time. 

starts off kind of shy about being vocal and you need to ease him into it

after he finishes, he’ll take a moment to caress and admire your pretty face and kiss your forehead, then make a teasing comment about how you’re sweaty. 

gets a little carried away and accidentally rips all the buttons off your shirt

giving you head is a form of stress relief for him, he really just loves pleasuring you 

takes incredible care of you afterwards – acts as a crutch when your legs are too shaky, gets you water, wipes away messes with a damp cloth, even runs you a bath if you have that much time.

“tch. don’t say i never do anything for you, brat.”

likes when you give him hickies in spots that his uniform will cover. it’s a secret that only the two of you are in on.

levi gets a little publicly affectionate when you return to your duties after having sex – still incredibly reserved, but he’ll ruffle your hair and look at you with the fondest eyes. maybe give your hand a squeeze if nobody’s looking.

𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

naturally dominant. typically a softer dom unless you provoke him, then he has no issue roughing you up and fucking you into a drooling mess.

so big and strong and loves any position that demonstrates that – fucking you against the wall with your legs wrapped tight around his hips, stand-and-carry, having you on top and bouncing you like you weigh nothing. 

loves when you dig your nails into his back

slightly prefers ass over tits but is overall a leg/thigh kind of guy. includes feet. i’m so sorry.

stockings/thigh high socks/fishnets/garters absolutely knock him out 

great stamina while you’re fucking but almost instantly falls asleep when you’re done. or just wants to cuddle. 

mildly into somnophilia (receiving – loves being woken up with blowjobs)

praises you heavily while you’re riding him

“that’s it, just like that. good girl. good fucking girl.” 

can get a little too romantic when he’s really close and not thinking clearly

“gonna make me cum, angel, love this pussy so fucking much. love you so fucking much.” 

prefers cumming inside you but he’s really just happy to be included 

he gets a little goofy during quickies and does things like bite your asscheek before eating you out. 

secretly loves when you tie his wrists to the headboard and use him however you want. overstimulation is one of his favorite things, especially when it’s your hand forcing orgasm after orgasm from him. 

generally into rope-play but also really likes using his hands and sheer strength alone

bite his bottom lip or gently touch his upper thigh and he’s instantly hard

he’s a hopeless romantic! masturbating alone isn’t the same! he likes dirty-talking on the phone with you when you’re not together, or he just waits until you are. 

will break the headboard and dent the wall if he gets carried away

loves shower sex after stressful days

gets hard from making out – especially if you’re half-dressed on his lap and grinding against his bulge. sometimes he can feel you all warm and throbbing through your panties and he almost blacks out. 

worships your pussy but he will actually start writing his vows the moment you take him down your throat. 

request your fav here. more of my writing. 

[the-lady-writes-what]

Cabin Fever: Seguru Geto

Content: consensual filming, mirror sex, mild degradation, choking, collar and leash, dacryphilia, oral (male receiving), lingerie, safe word, use of “good girl” and “pet”, Dom/sub relationship, BDSM, spanking, cum swallowing, spit kink, deep throating, doggy style, cream pie (lol. too many content warnings?)

🔞NSFW Content Below the Cut! 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!🔞

Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you and Suguru entered the little cabin. It was quiet, away from the city, and nobody would know what you two were about to get up to. Suguru placed most of the luggage, including your stuff, in the bedroom upstairs.  All except for one bag that he set on the coffee table. It was a duffle bag carrying all sorts of goodies. You heard Suguru’s footsteps descend the stairs, wood creaking as he climbed down. He found you standing in the middle of the living room. His arms wrapped around your middle as he hugged you from behind. Suguru kissed the side of your head. 

“Where do you want to start? The bedroom or right in here?” He asked. 

Heat rose to your face. Your forehead glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. 

“I-In the living room,” you answer. 

The thrill of doing it somewhere other than the obvious place sent a bolt of electricity down your spine. Suguru squeezes you for a minute and you take it as a sign of his approval. He kisses the side of your head again before loosening his grip. 

“I’ll go get one more thing from the car. Do you think you could change into something more comfortable while I get everything set up?” 

“S-Sure,” you say. 

Suguru fully releases you, but not before swatting your ass playfully. You sprint up the stairs while he ventures back outside to get that last minute detail. Your heart is pounding inside your chest by the time you reach the top, and it had nothing to do with the physical exercise. The cabin has a handful of rooms, so there isn’t too much space. You can hear Suguru making a racket downstairs while setting everything up. You don’t bother to close the bedroom door when you go to change. You leave your socks and shoes by the door next to Suguru’s. Practically ripping open your suitcase, you shuffle around your clothes until you find the garment you were looking for. Your t-shirt and jeans fall into a pile on the floor, hopefully to be picked up later. The something comfortable Suguru referred to was a purple bustier corset top with matching lace panties. You ditched your normal, bland underwear to change into the lingerie. Of course, that wasn’t everything he wanted you to wear. There was a garter belt and thigh-high stockings. You looked at yourself in the boudoir bedroom. The lingerie set complimented your skin well and you couldn’t help but run your hands over your curves. You wanted so badly to tease yourself. Dip your fingers into your cunt and play with your clit. 

Tempting as it was, Suguru would be quite upset if you got yourself off before he did. There were rules you both played by, and making yourself cum on your own was a no, no. You refrained knowing that waiting would your next orgasm so much better.

But speaking of rules and Suguru, there was one more thing you needed to get from your bag before you could head downstairs. 

You unzipped the inner pocket of your suit case and retrieved a velvet bag. It jingled like a bag of coins, but what was inside was definitely not money. You opened the drawstring pulled out a black and gold collar and gold-plated steel chain thick enough to contain a mastiff. You wrapped yourself in a silk bathrobe that barely reached your upper thighs. Suguru like to peel off the robes beforehand. It was like a kink for him. With the collar and chain in hand, you make your way out of the bedroom and head back downstairs. 

You caught Suguru putting the final touches to the set. He set up a triptych mirror in front of the fireplace. It was easy to fold and pack into the car without much fear of breaking it. A camera was set up on a tripod facing the mirror. Your toes began to curl and tingle. Suguru wore nothing but a pair of black pants as he balanced the mirror to make sure it wouldn’t tip over. He saw you in the reflection and turned towards you. 

“There you are, sweetheart. Are you all set?” 

You nod. 

Suguru frowned and his brow shot upwards. “Use your words.” 

“Y-Yes, sir. I’m ready.”

He smiled again. “That’s a good girl. Come here.” 

You padded over. Suguru kissed your forehead. He took the collar and chain from you but didn’t put it on. 

“What’s your safe word?” He asked. 

“Cold soba.” You answer. 

“Good girl.” Suguru kissed your forehead again. 

He led you over in front of the coffee which had been pushed back to make room. The collar and leash were set on the coffee table exactly where you could see them. The camera and tripod stood behind that. Suguru made you stand there while he turned on the camera, which hummed when it turned on. He stood fiddling with it while adjusting the lens. The green light indicating that the camera was recording flashed on. 

“You look so good, baby. I wish that set wasn’t so expensive. I’d fucking rip off you.” 

Suguru ran out from behind the camera to stand behind you. One arm wrapped around your stomach so he could grip your hip. His other hand came around your front, sliding up your torso, and cupping your neck with his large hand. Suguru pushed your head up until the back of it rested against his shoulder. 

“One of these days, I ought to fuck you while you’re wearing just this robe. I bet your skin would feel so good. What do you say? Would you like that?” 

“Yes, sir. I would like that.” 

“That’s what I like to hear. You’re so honest when you finally get to act like the slut you are. Look at the camera and don’t you dare tear your eyes off it.” Suguru ordered. 

It was hard not to when Suguru placed open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder. He untied the robe and pulled it off your body. Suguru squeezed your neck to remind you not to look away, no matter how good he was making you feel. With his free hand, Suguru pinched, teased, and groped to his heart’s content. He plucked the garter belt straps like harp strings, snapping them against the skin of your thighs. Suguru sank his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder until he left a decent bruise. 

“Go get your collar and leash.” Suguru slapped your ass again. 

You grabbed the requested items from the coffee table, walked back over to Suguru, and presented them. 

“Thank you. Such a good pet,” said Suguru. He snapped the collar around your neck and gave a tug. “How does it feel?”

“Good, but it could be one notch tighter.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Please, sir. Just a little bit tighter.” You whined. You were tempted to do it yourself, but kept your hands at your sides. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely...”

Suguru adjusted the collar so that it fit around your neck more snug. Two fingers could still fit between it and your throat. It was deliciously tight but still allowed you to take deep breaths. 

“Let me know immediately if it becomes too much. Tug on it if it needs to come off, got it?” 

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. 

“Good girl.” Suguru attached the leash into the metal ring on the collar. He patted your head as if he wasn’t about to do the absolute filthiest things to your body. “Get on your knees.”

You did so. You knew the position well. Knees shoulder-length part, feet tucked under, and arms behind your back. Suguru unfastened his pants while holding the back of your neck in a vice grip. You licked your lips as he pushed down his clothes, revealing that not only he went commando, but he was already hard. Suguru’s cock sprang out eager to fuck you. Suguru smirked down at you. You didn’t need to be told what to do next. Your lips parted as Suguru guided your head towards the fat tip. You massaged the hot, smooth column of the shaft with your tongue and took him down your throat. 

“You like the taste of my cock, don’t you? Fuck, I don’t even have to tell you what to do with it. You just choke it down like a champ. Fucking cock-obsessed slut!” 

You don’t stop until Suguru’s balls brush against your chin. You bob your head up and down his length. Your fingers curl into your palm. You wanted to touch him and make your boyfriend really good, but you had to keep your hands behind your back. Suguru liked it more when you used just your mouth on him. His thick, swollen member pushed past your uvula, making you gag. Tears ran down your cheeks as you struggled to take him. Suguru thrust his hips back and forth to match your pace. 

“Do you like the taste of my cock so much that it makes your cry?” Suguru chuckled. “You like it that much when I fuck your throat? Choke on it more, slut.” He yanked on the leash, forcing himself even deeper if that was even possible. 

His hand on your neck moved to the back of your head. Suguru wrapped the leash around his fist. 

“Don’t fucking move. Can you do that,  dumb little bitch? I’m going to really fuck your mouth, so don’t forget to swallow, got it?” 

You met his eyes and nodded. Suguru’s nails dug into your scalp while he pulled on the collar with the leash. You sat still, or as still as you were able. Suguru thrust his hips back and forth against your face, reaching deep inside your throat. Ungodly noises escaped you in spite of having your mouth stuffed. You tried to breathe through you nose, but Suguru made it hard to remember that you were human and not just a fuck toy for him to use. His cock made your jaws ache. You winced as you tried to keep your mouth and throat open as far as they would go. Suguru grunted as he took your mouth for his own with his cock reaching into back of your throat. 

“Such a good, dumb little whore. My slut, my whore, my dumb little pet. Fuck! God, fuck! I’m almost there, almost there, almost there. I’m gonna cum down your throat, yeah? And you’re going drain me. You’re going to swallow it all and not waste a drop, right?” 

You whimpered in response and gagged on him. Suguru let go of the leash in favor of grabbing both sides of your skull. He bobbed your head in time with his quick, blunt thrusts. After a while, Suguru shoved your face against his pelvis and smashed your nose against his lower stomach. His cock twitched in your mouth. Suguru growled as he sputtered and emptied his balls down your throat. He ripped his cock away from you. You catch the last of his cum on your tongue as he pulled out. You tilted your head back so he could see the work he’d done. Suguru leaned down and spat in your open mouth. You swallowed it, cum and spit together. He patted your head like a well-loved dog. 

“Good girl.” He picked up the chain. “Let’s go for a little walk. Stay on your hands and knees though.”

Suguru led you over to the middle mirror so that you sat in a more direct view in front of it and the camera. He pushed you down unto the floor where your cheek rested on the wood. Suguru played with the garter belt and straps of your bustier, snapping them against your skin. Long, rough fingers pulled your panties to the side and delved into your wet heat. 

“Your cunt’s soaked. Look at yourself in the mirror, slut.” Suguru’s next spank landed squarely on top of the last. 

You raised your head and looked at your reflection. His fingers plunged into your cunt while Suguru continued saying filthy things about you. His words just made your cunt clench around his fingers in anticipation of his cock breaking you open. The room filled with wet squelches as his fingers thrust back and forth. Suguru curled his fingers inside you. 

“Beg me to let you cum, stupid girl. Look at yourself. Your brains are leaking out your ears just because I’ve got my fingers inside your sloppy cunt. Beg for it,” Suguru hissed into your ear. 

“P-Please, sir. Let me cum. Let me cum on your fingers. Oh, oh, ohh gods I need it!” 

“Since you asked so nicely and you’re better behaved the usual, I guess you have it.” 

Suguru plunged fours fingers inside your walls without warning you first. Your cunt squeezed around him. You watched Suguru’s face tighten as he fucked you. He noticed you staring at his reflection and slapped your ass, never stopping his other hand from spreading you open. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror, stupid slut. Not on me!” 

You trained your eyes on your own face. Black smeared down your cheeks and mingled with tears. You loved it when Suguru messed up your make-up, no sarcasm. Your bottom lip was bruised from bitting it so hard. Your face was the last thing you saw before your eyes squeezed shut on instinct. Pleasure ripped down your spine like a knife. The scream you made as you exploded around Suguru’s fingers could have shattered the glass mirrors. 

“That’s it, baby. Fucking cum all over me.” Suguru pumped all four fingers inside your pussy until stopped to catch your breath. 

You slumped all the way down on the floor. Your arms shook too much to hold your weight up. Suguru said nothing about it. In fact, he liked it better this way. Your ass was high in the air for him to spank and grope. Nimble fingers unfastened the bustier and snapped the straps off. He tossed the garment away where it was banished into the corner of the room. His cock twitched with new eagerness. The head and shaft still glistened with your spit. 

“Are you ready, slut? Want to cum on my cock this time?” 

“Yessir!” You slurred. Your brain was slowly turning into pudding. At this rate, Suguru could convince you to do just about anything. 

Suguru stroked his own cock in an effort to make himself hard again. Seeing you bent over with your ass in the air, wearing nothing but a thin piece of cotton and garter belt, and willing, it didn’t take long. He grabbed your hips and pushed himself as deep as he could go. 

“Suguru!” You screamed just before he started pounding you into the floor. 

Degrading words spilled from his mouth. Suguru felt you squeeze around him harder with each curse. He wondered what could have set you off to get turned on being called a ‘dumb cunt.’ You kept your eyes on your reflection without being told to this time. Improvement, he thought. 

“I think I love this little cunt of yours. Always so fucking wet and open for me. You just love inviting me into your body, don’t you, my little whore? Fuck. I should make you cockwarm me all day after this. Your insides feel so good.” 

Without missing a beat, Suguru picked up the leash. He didn’t have to lean far. He opened your mouth with his fingers, which still tasted of you. The chain leash went between your teeth. 

“Don’t fucking drop that until you cum or I tell you to. Got it?” 

You nodded your head. You clenched your teeth on the chain just short of hurting them. Your mouth was filled with the taste of iron as your tongue lapped on the chain. The leash rattled while it was jerked about thanks to Suguru's thrusting. He snapped his hips into you, watching his cock disappear into your slick cunt. In the mirror, mascara, drool, and tears ran down your face. He wanted to kiss and lick your face so bad. Suguru reached for your neck and pushed your back against his chest. Without turning your face so you looked away from the mirror. Suguru craned his neck and lapped up your tears. 

“Even your tears are fucking delicious. You really were built to be my pet.” Suguru pushed you back down after he licked away your tears.

You whimpered louder whenever he snapped harder into you. Suguru kept a harsh pace, slamming into you, and burying himself all the way in. The fat of your ass and thighs jiggled with every thrust. Suguru hissed and grunted every time he buried his cock all the way to the hilt and your walls cinched around him. Your eyes rolled into your skull the second time an orgasm hit you like a train. Suguru wasn’t far behind. 

He pulled your panties tight across your clit. By some miracle, you refused to drop the chain, though you whimpered and moaned around it. Suguru let his eyelids drop and succumb to the pleasure derived only from your wet, slick heat. Your insides were always so wet and warm for him; you’re always prepared to take him no matter the situation. Your cunt squeezed and milked him as another orgasm was ripped out of you. This time, you dropped the leash and moaned loud enough to wake the whole forest. Your cunt squeezed him so tight, Suguru had no choice but to finish. 

He snapped. His hips thrust into you with abandon and he wouldn’t stop until he spilled all of himself inside your cunt. Suguru wanted to see his cum leak out of your pretty, pretty pussy. His hips stuttered four or five more times before white-hot pleasure took over his brain. He froze with his cock brushing your cervix. Suguru knocked his head back as he stopped holding himself back. Rope after rope of cum filled your womb. He knelt very still until he felt it stop. 

Suguru eased himself out, slowly. The outer lips of your cunt were painted white. Your hole, white. His cum leaked from your poor, abused cunt. You shuddered from all the activity. Glancing at your image in the mirror, Suguru saw your eyes start to flutter close. You drooled all over the arm you rested your head on. He leaned over you again and wrapped his arms around your stomach. Suguru laid kisses to your neck, head, and forehead. 

“You’re so well-behaved, pet. You’d let me do anything to you, won’t you? Such a good girl.” He nuzzled against your cheek. “So good and all MINE.”

[dressed-euphoric]

Mr. Dapper Dalton (Part 2)

By. Euphoric Dressed

With new struggling desires, Nate found himself back at Mr. Dalton (erotica).

Word Count: 5070

Part 2

Over the next couple of days after the fateful encounter, Nate didn’t give it much thought from his experiences with Mr. Dalton. In fact, he outright prevented himself from any remembrance of Mr. Dalton. He avoided the route past Mr. Dalton’s home. He blocked all thoughts of Mr. Dalton. But strangely enough, he couldn’t shake a strange yearning inside of him.

For Nate, he couldn’t stop thinking about being dressed up. How ‘right’ it felt to put on a trouser rather than jeans. How ‘right’ it felt to put on a dress shirt rather than a t-shirt. He found himself with different cravings of which he didn’t understand. Although, Nate couldn’t find acceptance of such new craves.

Until one day, Nate opened his closet searching for his sweater. His eyes accidentally stumbled upon the brown suit he had locked away.

“Mr. Dalton.” He mumbled.

That’s right. The suit was his, a gift to him. He looked down at the brown loafer where Mr. Dalton had made him ejaculate. Then his eyes darted towards the smeared purple socks. He quickly shut the closet door in an attempt to prevent himself from being curious, to succumb to his strange awakened feelings.

Another several days went on and he found himself spacing out. He found himself thinking of Mr. Dalton and the suit.

He laughed at himself for such thoughts. Surprisingly, Nate found himself entertained with a new idea: He wanted to put the suit back on, and he wanted to visit Mr. Dalton again.

He didn’t fully understand why except feeling unsatisfied and the desire of wanting more.

“I could put you into a dandy boy like this.” Mr. Dalton’s words ringed inside of Nate’s head.

Nate replayed his memory of him standing beside Mr Dalton, showing Nate who he was in the mirror with the brown suit and parted hair. Nate found himself admitting that he enjoyed what had happened. He in particular enjoyed what Mr. Dalton had gifted him.

He shook his head in disbelief. What was he thinking in the middle of class?

The moment he got home, he opened up the closet where the brown suit was hidden. The suit hung there waiting for Nate, calling for him. It wanted to be worn again. It wanted Nate to wear it once more, and Nate could hear it.

He stood there and stared at it down with interest and admiration.

“It won’t hurt.” Nate told himself.

He nodded at such a thought and before long, he found himself naked with his cock hanging out. On one hand was the white dress shirt and on the other hand was the white brief. He couldn’t believe himself that he kept the same brief that Mr. Dalton wore in the past.

He held the dress shirt close to his nose and sniffed it.

“Ooah.” He silently groaned as he smelled the reminiscent of Mr. Dalton.

Then, he slowly helped himself, pulling the white brief on, smudging his cock with Mr. Dalton’s past. He inserted his arms into the white dress shirt sleeves. Then, he looked down and saw the purple sock. He could feel his erection growing as he picked it up, noticing the faint cum stain on the bottom. He slowly pulled the socks through his feet and clipped the sock garters. The garters were meant to be bound to him.

As he stood up, all he could think of was Mr. Dalton. The touches Mr. Dalton had on Nate: when Mr. Dalton slid the socks up; when Mr. Dalton rubbed his calves; when Mr. Dalton attached the sock garter.

Nate slid into the brown trouser and tucked his white shirt in. He looked at himself in the mirror and weakly grinned at the sight. He was like Mr. Dalton.

He slid his feet into the brown loafers.

“Oah.” He silently took a deep breath.

He had forgotten how they felt on his feet. It was the comfortableness that enveloped around his feet. Moreover, Nate felt ‘right’ to have them on compared to his tennis shoes.

“Is this how Mr. Dalton felt?” A thought surmounted in his head.

Nate could imagine himself wearing the sorts everyday. They were transcendent. It was what was demanded.

Nate wiggled his toes in the loafer enjoying them for a second and then finally grace upon the mirror at himself.

He grabbed the purple tie and slowly tied it to his collar. He found himself disappointed in the fact that Mr. Dalton wasn’t there to tie the collar onto Nate, himself.

However, what was missing was the parted hair just like Mr. Dalton’s. Nate frowned upon himself as he can’t remember the product used or how Mr. Dalton did it himself.

“Ok,” Nate sighed to himself, “time to take them off.”

But he thought of Mr. Dalton once more. Nate was flabbergasted at himself: why was it that Mr. Dalton was the bane of his thoughts? Except all there was were a fondness for Mr. Dalton.

“However, if you want more, if you feel my proposal speaks the truth in you, wear the same outfit and meet me here.” Mr. Dalton’s ghost voice rang in Nate’s head.

What was it that Mr. Dalton offered? Nate couldn’t exactly remember the details but he knew that the statement was the cause of his desire.

Nate sighed and then he made his choice. He couldn’t afford to spend his college days thinking about Mr. Dalton. More importantly, it was the suit that was the cause of all deviation. Nate had to return the suit, and Nate wanted to say goodbye to Mr. Dalton.

He then nodded his head in agreement to his plan. It is what must be done.

Nate managed to walk all the way to Mr. Dalton's house in the brown suit. Indeed, he did feel strange as he stood out from the masses of the students, but he may as well enjoy his last moments with the suit.

Except, if he were to return the suit, what would he wear to return back?

“Shit.” Nate swore under his breath unaware of the predicament that was set by his lack of thinking. But it was too late, as he was already in front of Mr. Dalton’s door and had already mustered the courage to knock.

The door opened and Mr. Dalton stood there with a shocked face, then receded into a wide grin.

“What a surprise, young man!” Mr. Dalton exclaimed, “I thought you forgot all about me.”

“Hey there, Mr. Dalton.” Nate hesitated a bit.

“Look at you, all dandy.” Mr Dalton continued to grin, noticing the suit Nate wore. After all, it was Mr. Dalton’s gift to Nate.

“You –” Nate stared at Mr. Dalton, astonished how Mr. Dalton appeared.

Mr. Dalton was in a sharp charcoal suit with a blue tie. He wore his shiny black cap toe oxford. And nonetheless, his hair was always neatly parted along with his styled thick mustache.

“You look very good.” Nate found himself blurted out, “perhaps, you’re going somewhere? Is this a bad time?”

Nate could feel his stomach churning a hurricane. He wanted Mr. Dalton to say ‘no’.

No, that wasn’t it. Nate wanted Mr. Dalton to say ‘yes’.

“Of course not.” Mr. Dalton shook his head, “especially when I have you here, come on in!”

“It’ll be quick.” Nate said hastily.

Mr. Dalton raised an eyebrow.

“I -” Nate struggled to find the words, then he finally gathered himself and looked straight in to Mr. Dalton’s blue eyes.

“I just wanted to thank you for the suit.” Nate said, “and I’m very grateful for it but… I need to return it.”

Mr. Dalton looked at Nate with a puzzled look.

“Sorry.” Nate said.

“It’s alright.” Mr. Dalton responded and then paused for a moment, “Why don’t you come in and we can talk?”

Nate nodded at him and accepted his invitation. After all, he was here to say goodbye. Nate might as well settle it on good terms.

Mr. Dalton led Nate to the living room and pulled up a chair for him to sit. Nate could smell the remscient smell of wood mixed with a hint of lavender and mint. It reminded him of comfort and ease as he sat on the chair.

Mr. Dalton made his tea as usual and had already set the tea down on the table. He pulled up another chair and sat down. He crossed his leg in front of Nate, revealing his silky black socks. Mr. Dalton then placed his hands on his sock and slowly massaged it in front of Nate.

It was like a trap and Nate fell for it. Nate’s eyes glued onto the action and he noticed that he was growing a bit too hard on what Mr. Dalton was doing. He watched for a couple of seconds completely unaware of the silence in the room.

Mr. Dalton smiled, “did you think of my proposal?”

Nate jumped and quickly refocused himself on Mr. Dalton.

“Yes.” Nate said, “I’ve thought of it… and I just… I can’t. It’s an absurd request Mr. Dalton.”

Mr. Dalton just sat there with his hands on his sock. He nodded and listened intently and quietly.

“But you did come to visit me in the suit.” Mr. Dalton said.

Mr. Dalton was right. Nate questioned himself why he did such a thing. Nate didn’t want to give the wrong impression to Mr. Dalton. Afterall, Nate was here to return the suit.

“Young man…” Mr. Dalton continued to think, “do you remember what I said?”

“I -.” Nate quietly sat there.

“Go on.”

“That if I were… that if I wanted…” Nate didn’t want to say it because he knew it would be true. He knew that was the implication.

“I wanted you to join my household, Nate.” Mr. Dalton stated, “you wanted that too, didn’t you?”

“N - No sir.” Nate found himself having trouble speaking, “I’m just here to return the suit and say goodbye.”

“Right.” Mr Dalton nodded, “and what is it that you’re trying to say to me Nate?”

Seeing Mr. Dalton again arose new thoughts and feelings that Nate didn’t know he had. Nate just sat there unable to answer Mr. Dalton.

“I can see the potential in you.” Mr. Dalton stood up, “Nate, you are destined for so much more.”

“I can sculpt you under my control.” Mr. Dalton stared intently into Nate’s eyes, “I know you desire it. I can see it in your eyes.

Nate found himself lost in Mr. Dalton’s stare. A stare that was trapping Nate in. Was it true that Mr. Dalton knew what Nate had desired?

Nate pondered upon himself: did he intended to return the suit or did he intended to seek an answer to his unusual awakening from Mr. Dalton?

Mr. Dalton placed his hands on Nate’s shoulder and said with gentleness in his voice, “give me a chance, Nate.”

“I -” Nate stuttered. He was here to return the suit. He wasn’t here to indulge in Mr. Dalton’s proposal.

“Let me show you.” Mr. Dalton continued.

“Tell you what, don’t return the suit.” Mr. Dalton sighed, “instead, just follow me. And if you have any desire to leave, you can leave anytime.”

Nate gulped with a lump in his throat.

“Come with me Nate.” Mr. Dalton said with a gentle tone.

Nate unawarely nodded after Mr. Dalton and stood up to follow Mr. Dalton. Nate was puzzled at his thoughts. Instead of any desires to leave, Nate found himself wanting to stay. Nate was curious. Nate wanted… Nate desired…

Mr. Dalton stopped briefly at the entrance door and looked back at Nate.

“The exit is right there.” Mr. Dalton offered.

Nate looked toward the exit and hesitated. He could leave. He could leave all of this behind and never encounter Mr. Dalton again. He could go back to his old life where he hadn’t met Mr. Dalton. Had Nate wasn’t curious of Mr. Dalton’s ways. Had Nate not been tempted by Mr. Dalton’s principles. Had Nate didn’t received Mr. Dalton’s rite of passage.

Nate couldn’t shake the feeling. What had happened between him and Mr. Dalton was for this moment and Nate found himself not stepping through that door. Instead, Nate followed the fondness of a man he admired from afar into a room.

In the room lay a table in the middle of the room, bookshelves lined up against the walls, and a window in the center wall illuminating the center of the table. At the corner of the room was a red armchair.

“Lay on that table for me.” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate gulped and followed Mr. Dalton’s instructions.

“Lay face flat.”

Nate looked at him and then to the table. He slowly walked up the table and then nervously placed his hands on the table. Nate laid his body on the table face down with his head tilted to the side.

Each millisecond passed as he took deep breaths awaiting for what was to come.

“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton praised him as he grabbed one of Nate’s legs.

“What are you going to do?” Nate asked with a heaviness in his breaths.

Mr. Dalton stood quiet as he continued his work.

“Mr. Dalton –” Nate whimpered as he found himself bound to the table, before long both of his legs and arms were tied down.

Mr. Dalton demanded silence and Nate followed instinctually.

Nate’s breath became heavier and heavier as fear started to settle.

Mr. Dalton rubbed his hands on Nate's back then slowly down to Nate’s buttocks. Nate could feel his belt rummaged by Mr. Dalton’s hands. Then slowly, Mr. Dalton pulled the trouser down beyond the butt, revealing the white briefs.

Mr. Dalton grinned at such a sight, “I have done you well but it’s clearly not enough.”

“What are you going to do?” Nate asked again with fear in his voice. He feared the unknown of what was to come.

“We’re going to do what I’ve proposed.” Mr. Dalton explained, “you are to be initiated into the household.”

“Wait, Mr. Dalton!” Nate quickly spurred up, “I -”

“Nate.” Mr. Dalton said, silencing Nate.

Mr. Dalton had offered him the option to leave and Mr. Dalton was not going to tolerate resistance. Nate could leave anytime and Nate knew. And yet, Nate couldn’t find himself to mutter the words that he wanted to leave.

“I will not tolerate decit in this household.” Mr. Dalton began.

“What are you going to do-” Nate demanded an answer.

“OAW!” Nate yowl in pain as his body jolted from the force he felt through the white briefs.

“Discipline is required, my boy.” Mr. Dalton emphasized as another hand struck, of which echoed through the room, “You are in need of it.”

“OAH!” Nate whimpered, feeling the sudden backlash on his buttocks. Nate couldn't believe what was happening.

“You have done me a disservice.” Mr. Dalton continued.

“Mr. Dalton -!”

“You are to listen to me and answer when required!” The sounds echo through the room as Mr. Dalton’s hand made contact.

“ARHH!” Nate winced out in pain, “fuck!”

“Swearing will not be tolerated.” Mr. Dalton stated as another came through Nate’s brief.

Nate grunted against the pain. This was wrong. Spanking was wrong. An act of such would never be allowed in society. Nate needed to speak out. Except, within the small parts of Nate, his body needed it. Nate needed discipline from Mr. Dalton.

“Sir -” Nate's mouth started to open.

“Do you understand me, boy!” Mr. Dalton’s voice rang with authority, silencing what was to come.

“Yes sir.” Nate responded in hopes the spanking would stop; except it didn’t.

“The first thing that will be taught in this household is Discipline.” Mr. Dalton announced and then brought his hands once more upon Nate’s tender buttock.

Discipline was needed to be enforced upon Nate. Afterall, discipline was not only what was required of the Dalton’s household, but it was to guide Nate. Mr. Dalton knew Nate didn’t want to return the suit. For that, Mr. Dalton needed Nate to come into term with his desires.

“Do you enjoy wearing the suit?” Mr. Dalton asked.

Nate tried to recover his breath from what was occurring. Then he yelped in agony as he felt Mr. Dalton’s hands once more.

“Yes sir!” Nate whimpered out loud in accordance with his widespread pain.

“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton smiled.

Mr. Dalton’s rite of passage was to sculpt Nate’s desires. Now, Mr. Dalton’s hands were to sculpt Nate’s mind. At the end of it all, Nate will be molded into what Mr. Dalton wanted him to be.

Nate could feel the soaring of heat and pain through his buttocks. He knew he couldn’t withstand the next one of Mr. Dalton’s hands.

“Do you want to dress like me?”

“Yes sir.” Nate whimpered out with no control over his thoughts. After all, all he could focus on was the pain.

“Good answer.” Mr. Dalton responded, “then let’s make sure that happens, shouldn’t we?”

Mr. Dalton bent down and undid the shoelaces of his black oxford. Then he slid his feet out and grabbed it with one of his hands.

“Here,” he held the oxford in front of Nate’s face, “take it in.”

He tilted the oxford to its side and moved it closer to Nate’s nose.

“O-.” Nate whiffed. Then he found himself inhaling it in and sniffing Mr. Dalton’s oxford.

“Ooah…. Arghhh” Nate moaned as pleasure aroused within him as he slowly began to be reminded of Mr. Dalton’s scent.

“Good boy. Sniff that in and let it through.” Mr. Dalton praised him.

Nate continued to inhale it as he felt his cock beginning to rise. Mr. Dalton’s pheromones entered through Nate’s nose and continued to shiver into his body.

“This is it. This is what I wanted.” Nate found himself thinking. He wanted Mr. Dalton, or rather he found himself needing Mr. Dalton.

“And did you enjoy wearing your loafers?” Mr. Dalton asked.

“Yes sir.” Nate answered in the midst of his sniffing.

“Good.” Mr. Dalton said as he raised his hands up once more.

Another swoop came and another went on Nate’s butt. Tints of red could be shown under Nate’s briefs and as much as it hurts, Nate found himself surrendering to the process.

“Think of me as a father figure.” Mr. Dalton's voice rang in Nate’s head.

Nate accepted such a statement. After all, who would be in a position to do so if it wasn’t a role of authority.

“I’m going to take care of that hair of yours.” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate just laid there as Mr. Dalton started the process of his hair. This was what Nate wanted: he wanted his hair to be like Mr. Dalton’s.

Nate just laid there with his eyes closed. Thoughts of Mr. Dalton… a father figure.

“After all, you want to be like your father.” Mr. Dalton said.

“Isn’t that right son?” Mr. Dalton asked.

Nate moaned as Mr. Dalton parted and combed his hair. Mr. Dalton was oddly right.

“Like father, like son.” Mr. Dalton commented.

“Good. I’m glad you’ve given me a chance. Now, you will be a good son, won’t you?” Mr. Dalton reached for Nate’s trouser. He pulled it up and then fiddled his way to buckle it with the belt.

The spanking stopped and Mr. Dalton took his shoe. Slowly, Nate’s sanity came back. He couldn’t fathom what he had told Mr. Dalton, except what surprised him was that he didn’t mind the spanking experience. In fact, it was gratitude that Nate experienced. Was it because he felt guilty returning the suit back? Maybe that was it. Nate needed Mr. Dalton’s discipline for such an action.

“Stand up,” Mr. Dalton ordered, “and take off everything you’re wearing, at the table.”

Nate puffed heavily as he brought himself up. He wobbled a bit but stabilized himself in front of Mr. Dalton.

“Discipline.” Nate mouthed out loud. He was bewildered at himself. He was going to do it. He was going to take off his suit in front of Mr. Dalton.

Nate slowly walked over to the table and took off his suit jacket. Next came the trouser and the dress shirt. Then the white brief was off and Nate stood with his cock.

Mr. Dalton fingered at him, “come here.”

Nate couldn’t help himself but fell in Mr. Dalton’s authority. Nate was awe struck again from the way Mr. Dalton was in his sharp charcoal suit. His grin charmed Nate in some ways.

Before Nate knew it, he found himself in front of Mr. Dalton.

“All that’s left is a Dalton’s essence.” Mr. Dalton announced.

“A Dalton's essence?” Nate asked with shortness in his breath.

Then he noticed Mr. Dalton’s hands reached to his bulge and unzipped his fly. His hands entered into his sacred keep and unveiled the jewels. Mr. Dalton’s manhood stuck out in front of Nate.

Mr. Dalton smiled at Nate. Tonight, Mr. Dalton was going to make Nate his very own. His manhood shall reach into the core of Nate and convert the boy into a man.

Mr. Dalton led Nate to the table and turned Nate’s body away from him.

Nate’s breaths were heavy as Mr. Dalton guided him. Then, a weird sensation pulse through him as he felt Mr. Dalton’s fingers trying to insert itself into Nate’s hole. Nate instinctively tried his best to resist it.

“Sir,” Nate whimpered. Nate wasn’t ready.

“Take a deep breath and let this in.” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate held his breath as Mr. Dalton's finger slid through and into his hole. Nate groaned in minor pain as the finger went deep inside of him. Nate could feel a squish of goo entering him. His body limped towards the touches of Mr. Dalton.

“We’re almost done.” Mr. Dalton said as he finished the last touches and slowly exited.

“You’re going to be just exactly what I wanted.” Mr. Dalton whispered into Nate’s ear as he held Nate tight.

“O-” Nate moaned as he felt Mr. Dalton’s manhood poking his entrance.

“You want to be my dandy little boy don’t you?”

The words of Mr. Dalton sparked a lust within Nate. Nate found himself wanting it. His walls were slowly crumbling as Mr. Dalton continued to poke through.

“You want my ideals, you want my philosophy. You want me, don’t you?” Mr. Dalton grinned.

“Oah.” Nate moaned as he felt Mr. Dalton’s cock started to pierce through.

“Argh!” A sharp pain shot through Nate. His body pushed Mr. Dalton cock out before it went deep.

“There we go, just listen to my voice.” Mr. Dalton whispered.

“You enjoy the suit. You want it on you. You need to wear the suit, the dress shirt, the pants, the shoes.” Mr. Dalton continued with a soothing pleasure in his voice, emphasizing each statement.

Nate found himself nodding and holding his breath as Mr. Dalton cock slowly entered once again.

Nate groaned out loud as Mr. Dalton slid his cock in just a bit deeper but not deep enough.

“You are mine, Nate. I need to make you into the man you were meant to be.”

“Oooah.” Nate moaned as he felt his body accepting Mr. Dalton’s entry.

“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton leaned into Nate’s ears, “you don’t need to return the suit, it was meant for you. You were meant to be like me.”

“MMFH!” Nate moaned loudly as Mr. Dalton’s cock was fully in.

“Don’t you want that Nate, my boy?”

“Yes.” Nate found himself whispering.

“You want to be my dandy boy.”

“ARGH!” Nate shouted out as Mr. Dalton slowly weaved in and out with his cock.

“O- Oh! Arghh.” Mr. Dalton moaned with each thrust, “that’s what I’m talking about son.”

Nate grunted his teeth feeling the rock inside of him tingling in and out.

“You want to be just like me Nate.” Mr. Dalton stated.

Nate then felt the rod inside of him slowly increasing up and down in the goo that was inserted inside of him. A pain suddenly turned into a weird pleasure.

“Mmmmfhp.” A groan escaped from Nate as Mr. Dalton slowly slid it back and forth.

“You’re doing great. You just have to accept it, accept the feeling. Think of the loafers, the tie, the dress shirt, the suit.” He explained, “they’re waiting for you.”

“Oooah!” Nate moaned out loud listening to Mr. Dalton's voice. Images and sensations popped into his brain. He imagined himself in what Mr. Dalton described. He wanted it.

“See yourself like me Nate.” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate took a second to adjust himself and then no longer could conceal himself. He thought of himself next to Mr. Dalton' side, all dressed up like Mr. Dalton. His hair was to be parted and neat like Mr. Dalton. And in Nate’s closet were to be only of what was proper.

The image was completed. Nate thought of himself in that situation, and something about it made him awakened.

Mr. Dalton's words were to be respected. Nate felt obliged to follow them. As each pump of Mr. Dalton cock into Nate, a new sensation developed over him. Mr. Dalton was to have authority over Nate and Nate accepted it with open arms. It entered and placed a hold onto him. Within in was a new deeply found respect for Mr. Dalton. This was for Nate.

“Yes sir.” Nate blurted out.

“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton assured him.

“Oooh.” Nate groaned as he couldn’t stop thinking the fact that Mr. Dalton was inside of him.

“This is the ticket. You want it don’t you Nate?”

“Sir.” Nate whimpered and groaned as he felt the cock sliding in and out of his buttocks. Nate’s cock was hard from Mr. Dalton. But more importantly of what was expected of Nate. Nate couldn’t understand a single of it except that it felt… right.

“Good. That’s what I want to see.” Mr. Dalton said as he continued to slide his cock.

“I’m going to make you into a man.” Mr. Dalton started to fasten the hump.

“Yes sir.” Nate groaned in pain as he couldn’t help himself except to indulge in the sensations surmounted by Mr. Dalton’s cock inside of him. Nate truly felt he belong to Mr. Dalton.

“Oh. Oooah. OOAH. You’re inside of me!” Nate grunted as he gripped onto the table as Mr. Dalton continued to rock him.

Nate couldn’t stop it anymore as Mr. Dalton filled all of his rules into Nate.

“Sir! You feel so good.” Nate admitted. As each hump Mr. Dalton thrust his cock in, a burst of pleasure ram into Nate.

“You like me fucking you, don’t you?” Mr. Dalton said.

“Yes!” Nate admitted.

“You desire to be my dandy boy don’t you?”

“Yes!” Nate said out loud.

“What did I teach you son!?” Mr. Dalton thrusted.

“Discipline.” Nate whimpered as each thrust entered through him.

It was like a drug. As he continued to fall into Mr. Dalton's desires, it was easier and easier for Nate to fall forward inward to his desires.

Mr. Dalton moaned, “yes boy!”

“I’m going to make you a dapper man. You’d like that wouldn’t you, my son?”

“Yes sir!”

He moaned out loud as he continued to thrust into Nate.

“You’re mine, Nate. You belong to me.” He repeated.

“Let’s make you my dandy boy, young man.” Mr. Dalton shouted out loud.

All Nate could feel was the pleasure Mr. Dalton delivered. Nate had never felt so close to a person before. With each hump and thump Mr. Dalton thrust, it shook Nate’s core.

With no hesitation, Nate accepted Mr. Dalton inside of him.

“Yes Mr. Dalton!” Nate proclaimed.

“Atta boy!” Mr. Dalton shouted in admits of the moans.

“We’re going to get you that essence.” Mr. Dalton increased his speed as his breathing increased.

Nate wanted this. Nate desired it. Nate was Mr. Dalton’s.

“OOOAGH!” Natel groan loudly to the declaration of Mr. Dalton.

“Here comes, my son!” Mr. Dalton shouted and moaned, “take my seed and let it grow!”

“THAT’S MY BOY!” Mr. Dalton let out a loud moan.

A stream of Dalton’s essence burst out of Mr. Dalton manhood and entered into Nate.

Nate moaned out in ecstasy as he felt the entering of Mr. Dalton stream. Then his cock twitched and Nate moaned. An energy erupted out of Nate and poured itself outward to the ground.

“OORGHHH!” They both moaned in unison as Mr. Dalton continued to hump into Nate.

Successfully, the moment shared by both binded Nate into Mr. Dalton’s possession.

“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton said out loud as he continued to ooze.

“Good boy.” He said once more as he slowly took out his cock.

Nate puffed with a shortness of breath as he slowly realized what had happened. What he had done.

Nate felt strange inside. Something was different. He felt different and warm. He could feel Mr. Dalton’s essence sliding into him, like an alive being entering him, deeper and deeper. Nate was seeded by Mr. Dalton.

“Welcome to the family, son.” Mr. Dalton said, beaming with a smile.

“I’m going to teach you all there is to the world and a man of the Dalton’s family.” Mr. Dalton declared.

Nate stood there dazed and nodded towards Mr. Dalton’s statement. There was no turning back for Nate.

“Get dressed.” Mr. Dalton said, “I’m going to take you to the barber.”

“Yes sir.” Nate found himself responding to the man. His speech towards Mr. Dalton was filled with new respect and admiration. Nate was going to become a man like Mr. Dalton.

Nate knew what was expected of him. He walked over to the gift that was set off aside.

Nate pulled the purple socks back on above his calves. Then he attached the sock garters. He put the white dress shirt on and then tucked it in his brown trousers. He held the purple tie in his hand and slowly knotted around his collar. He finished it with the suit jacket and then slipped his feet into his brown loafers.

Nate felt complete with the outfit. He felt true to who he was. Nate enjoyed it. Nate wanted it. This was who he was.

But, change doesn't happen overnight and Nate would needed time to become what Mr. Dalton had intended.

Nate turned around and faced his declared household, his new father figure who awaited for what was to come.

“That’s my boy.” Mr. Dalton grinned.

[bangchanswolfpelt]

why can't I get the idea of soobin loving nursing out of my head. my head just keeps imagining how he would be so enamored with your boobs, that he'd keep on buying you super cute but also ridiculous bras, that have big cut-outs and don't really hide anything, he'd especially love those who show your nipples. he wouldn't even take them off when he's suckling because of how needy he is. Soobin could stay latched to you for so long, and he'd be so happy about it, just sucking and licking on your nipples as if it's his last meal. I just know soobin would be the type to beg to suck on them, throughout the day, even in inappropriate places, bby just wants his fix, and will whine about it if you don't do anything about it.

haha, i can't blame you, it's such a perfect idea. thinking about Soobin wanting to nurse anywhere and everywhere, all the time is almost painfully cute. 🥺 normally, he's just too anxious about doing stuff anywhere you could get caught (even if that doesn't stop you), but thinking about your nipples in his mouth just makes him too stupid to be worried about anything. head empty, no thoughts, only the need to bury his face in your chest. 🤤

Soobin loves all your underwear, loves the casual everyday stuff for the way it's what's waiting for him under your shirt most days, for the way it's clings to your skin for so long it takes on your heat, your scent. but once he gets more confident and comfortable about your relationship, he definitely really enjoys shopping for pretty things to dress you up in.

he loves anything that's super pretty and impractical, loves the indulgence of dressing you in something that only he gets to see. imagine crisscrossing ribbons that make you look like a present just for him to unwrap, layers of sheer tulle and lace that make you look like a little layered cake for him to eat up, rows and rows of ruffles and bows that make you look like his little doll.

it's the kind of thing the two of you make a whole afternoon of—the top (whether it's a bra or corset or swishy little babydoll) is always the main feature, but Soobin's not going to let you be incomplete—there's always bottoms to match, plus stockings or socks, maybe a garter belt, definitely at least a few accessories...

although it's mostly for him, you can't deny that it's a soothing way to pass the time. the brush of his fingertips across your skin, his voice soft in your ear, the soft swish of fabric as he dresses you—it all makes you feel so gently warm and hazy, thoughts going fuzzy as Soobin takes care of everything for you, even movement.

when he's finally done, he'll pick you up and carry you to the bed or the couch and just settles down with you draped over his lap. you're so relaxed you just melt into him, and he snuggles into you like you're a little plush, buries his face in his chest and plays with your hair. cuddling always quickly turns into soft kisses pressed along the tops of your breasts, turns into him urgently nudging down the cup of your bra to wrap his lips around your nipple.

he's so gently needy, soft hums and sighs reverberating from his mouth to your chest, filling you with warmth. the two of you spend ages like this, Soobin ignoring his aching cock in favor of losing himself in taste and smell of you, the feeling of your hands running through his hair and the steady rise and fall of your chest beneath him. he only pulls away to take in the sight of you, warm flushed skin wrapped up in ribbons and lace he picked just for you, before dipping back in to worship your breasts.

it's you that eventually pushes things to go further, rolling your hips up to grind against the solid length of him, your underwear dark and damp with arousal from the way he's slowly worked you up. even then, he takes his time with you, long fingers dipping down the front of your panties to ease you open, still suckling at your aching, overstimulated nipples. when he finally slides your underwear to the side to press into you, you're already almost painfully close to cumming, pleasure thrumming under your skin in hot, steady pulses.

when you finally tip over the edge, it's like a wave crashing over you—inevitable and overwhelming, any thought you had left dragged away under its pull. when you resurface, it's to big hands cupping and stroking your breasts, plush lips still wrapped around one of your nipples, as Soobin empties into you with short, sharp thrusts. when he collapses onto you with a soft whine, you can already feel his cum leaking out around his cock, leaving sticky-hot trails where it drips down your skin.

the two of you stay like that for a while, hazy and warm. Soobin's still tucked inside of you as you curl into the warmth of his body, his ear pressed to your chest to listen to the slow evening out of your heartbeat.

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[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

This is my secret Santa story for @storiesofthefandomlovers​ for the Pedro’s 12 days of Christmas! I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it!

MERRY CHRISTMAS Charlie!!

A/N: Thank you to my darling @yespolkadotkitty​ & @justanotherblonde23​ for beta reading! You guys are the best!!

Pairing: Javier Pena x F! Reader

Warning: 18 + ONLY (Oral M & F receiving, light cum play, p in v sex, language)

Word Count: 3.2 K

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Javier was exhausted. The sweat from the never relenting heat stuck to him like a second skin; he smelled like leather and cigarette smoke. He flicked the butt out the window and rolled it up before turning off the jeep. He sighed; looking at the blinking red numbers on the clock it was well past midnight, and he had missed Christmas Eve.

Although it was late, the city was alive. Candles adorned in red and white flickered against the windows and the church he drove past swelled with the music and life of people attending midnight mass.

He opened the door and gazed up at his apartment. The same flickering candles adorned his own window and he let out a soft smile, thinking of you. How the hell he got so lucky he would never understand. You had met one afternoon at the markets, Javier had been chasing a sicario through the bustling streets and literally crashed head first into you, letting out a frantic apology and taking off again. You had never expected to see him after that, but the next weekend he was there almost waiting, watching for something.

Or as you came to learn someone, you.

He had apologized and asked you out for drinks, which then led to dinner and the most mind-blowing sex of your life. It should have just been a one night stand but you both became addicts like those of the drug he spent his life hunting, in thrall; searching for your next fix.

Javier was not a man that believed he deserved love. One night after another passionate affair, you both lay breathless, and as the curl of smoke from his cigarette lingered in the air, he told you about his job.

The men he hunted, the death and destruction he had seen and even been subjected too. “To catch bad people, you have to do bad things,” he had once said, his arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your hair. He quietly inhaled the sweet scent of citrus and flowers that clung to you and left his pillow with the faint scent of your locks. You understood right then that he loved you. That giving up that part of himself he kept so buried and hidden in his heart was his way of showing you that he’d relinquished his heart to you.

Six months into your endeavor and your work was shot up by sicarios going after your boss for making a bad deal with the Narcos. Javier had busted down the door wearing that bulletproof vest and shooting anyone in his path to get to you. He was a man possessed. When his hand intertwined in your own he used his own body to shield you to safety. Not giving a shit about the world watching, he devoured your lips against the side of the van, his hands tangling in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer. “Te amo,” he whispered against your lips.

Murphy’s gentle touch on his shoulder shattered the glass and he pressed his forehead into your own, eyes closed breath hollow. “I love you,” you whispered against his lips and he pulled you tighter to his chest. Almost tight enough to be painful but you wouldn’t have pulled away for the world. How a man who chased down Narcos, carried a gun, could make you feel so safe was a question for another day.

That night he took you home to his place where he reminded you what he struggled so much to say. That he loved you.

His tongue and lips clamped down onto your aching clit as his fingers worked you through your third orgasm. The pleasure was blinding as he sucked and fucked you with his tongue. And when he slid his cock inside you, tears landed gracelessly on your face as he thrust slowly and achingly into you. You reach up and place your hands on his face, neither of you needing to speak;  only needing the gentle touch of the other to ground you. And when he came inside you, groaning as his eyes stayed locked on your own, clenching around him, you knew that this was it. No one in the world would ever compare to Javier Peña.

After that night you didn’t return home to your apartment, except to pack and give your notice. Javi, Steve, and Connie helped you move your things into his apartment and nothing was ever said again.

Javier stared at the flickering candlelight and sighed -  he should have been home hours ago, but paperwork and the never ending bureaucratic bullshit of the embassy had kept him late. Even Steve had gone home early, although he had a child so he had more of a reason - but still. Christmas was the time to be with family and even though it was small, you were his family.

Javier crossed the street and climbed the stairs two at a time, reaching the door in record time. He unlocked the door and quietly stepped inside. Putting his keys in the blue and white ceramic bowl you bought at the market a couple of weeks ago and taking off his shoes next to the small pile. The light flickered from the TV in the living room, sounds of an over the top telenovela wafting through the space. Over the top of the couch sat a red and white novelty Santa hat and Javier smiled until the hat moved. He approached cautiously coming around the couch; breath catching and cock hardening at the site.

You were sprawled out on the couch Santa hat laying precariously on your head. One of his white button-up shirts unbuttoned and underneath peek-a-booed a red lingerie set lined with white fur trim. The crotch missing from the panties, your cunt on full display for him, and glistening in the flickering light from the candles. All clipped carefully into the white garter belt and stockings ending with the sharp black heels with a large gold buckle. The gift you had teased him on the phone with hours ago laid out before him. Waiting to be unwrapped.

He slowly peeled off his leather jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall onto the couch, pulling off his socks and tossing them. Javi uncrossed your ankles and gently placed your feet a bit wider giving him room to drop to his knees before you. He licked his lips as he watched your chest rise and fall with each breath. He scooted closer and placed a warm hand on your inner thigh, kissing the skin over the stockings gently. Taking the time to worship your thighs and legs that he adored before moving closer to your heat. Taking one finger he gently ran it through your folds, collecting your slick and putting it in his mouth, sucking it off the moisture, and groaning in delight at the sweetness.

Never taking his eyes off you, he nudged his sharp nose against your clit as he tasted you with his tongue. Flat wide strokes before circling your nub with the tip of his tongue and back again.

*******

You groan in your sleep and move to turn when he grabs hold of your thigh keeping you spread before him. Your eyes snap open and make contact with his own as his lips suck your clit into his mouth while he works one finger into you. Inch by inch until you are quivering beneath him, he adds a second finger and curls them hitting that spongy part inside you that causes you to see stars.

“Javi?” you question as his tongue works you again with wide broad strokes soaking up all your sweetness. His fingers sound obscene with how wet you are as he pumps them into your aching pussy.

He pulls away and grins, “Yes, honey? This is my present, no? It’s Christmas morning after all,” he teases before plundering your cunt with his tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes roll back into your head when he groans and the vibrations send a shockwave through your body. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, and Javi works you through it adding a third finger and curling them into you as you pulse and clench around him.

“Javier!” you scream and dig your fingers tugging hard on his short locks. He pulls away and you watch as he sucks all of your juices off his fingers, pulling each one out with a pop.

“Merry Christmas baby,” he grins at you before moving up your body and kissing you gently, tasting the sharp tang of yourself on his tongue. His hands continue running up and down your thighs over the stockings. “Why don’t we move into our bedroom and I can unwrap the rest of my gift?” You can only nod as he takes  your ankles in his hand and flips the clasp on the left heel pulling it off and carelessly throwing it to the floor. He repeats with the other shoe and then he is pulling you up from the couch and tossing you over his shoulder. You squeal in delight and hang on to him, and he chuckles before tossing you onto the bed, your breasts bouncing in the tight fabric. His hands move to unclasp the garter from the stockings and you grab his hand and push it away. Sitting up, you remove his shirt and throw it, taking his jeans in your hands and unbuttoning them, and dragging down the zipper. Your finger runs along his cock as it springs free from the confines of his jeans. Dropping to your knees and looking up at him through your lashes he smiles down at you. “I want to taste you, Javi, is that ok?”

“Shit...cariño that is more than oka-” his voice cracks on the last syllable as you take just the tip past your lips, running your tongue in small circles. You reach for his hands and place them gently on your head and he groans, his head dropping back as he pushes you further down onto his cock. He takes his time and inches himself deeper and deeper into your mouth as his breathing gets heavier. One of your hands comes up to massage his balls and the other grabs his ass tightly as he pants. You hollow your cheeks, tongue running up and down as he hits the back of your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you gag a little, tears beginning to pool in the corner of your eyes as he fucks your mouth.

“Fuck, I love your mouth...shit.. I’m close.”

You pull him deeper into your mouth and he whimpers as you press and swirl your tongue around the tip, using your hand to pump him in time with your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens and he pulls you all the way forward, choking you on his cock. His hot, salty cum coats your tongue as he climaxes with a groan.

You swallow every last drop and open your mouth to show him, “Such a good girl,” he praises and lifts you to your feet. He kisses you deeply and you sigh as his hands roam over your skin, warm to the touch. “Sit down on the bed,” he instructs and you do so, “now let’s unwrap the rest of my gift  shall we…”

He moves to his knees and spreads your legs to lay  between them. Hands coming around to unclasp your bra and pull it away. He places gentle kisses on your hard nubs, his mustache scratching lightly against your flesh. “Fuck... this is the greatest gift I’ve ever received cariño.” Taking one nipple in his mouth he bites down gently and pulls out; you gasp at the feeling.

“Javi...please,” you beg, hands running through his hair as he takes his sweet time worshipping your breasts. His other hand kneading the other as he keeps his full attention on your nipples. The way he bites you will for sure have marks in the morning, but Javi loves marking you, claiming you as his own. Especially the visual ones, your neck is  usually covered in love bites, letting all the men at work know who you belonged to.

He switches his attention to the other breast and you drop your head back feeling a familiar rush of slick between your thighs. Javi chuckles against your nub and rubs his face between your breasts, his mustache scratching at the skin before he places a kiss between them. “Look at me, Cariño.” The words like honey on his tongue and you are aching for it.

Slowly, you bring your head back up and watch as he never breaks eye contact, snapping the locks from the garter. He sits back on his ankles and puts your foot against his chest, exposing your dripping pussy for him. He starts from the top and slowly rolls down the white stocking his lips trailing behind pressing wet kisses to your skin as he slides them off and tosses them behind him. He moves to the other leg and repeats the process, taking his time to lightly nip and run his tongue over your flesh.

He digs his fingers into the silky material of the garters and pulls them and your panties off leaving you completely bare before him and at his mercy. “Fuck,” he murmurs staring, “You’re perfect, cariño.”  

Taking your hands, he intertwines your fingers and pulls you down to kiss him. Running his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. His tongue snakes his way inside your mouth and he licks. You’re drunk off the taste of coffee and cigarettes; it’s distinctly Javi.

“Come with me,” he whispers against your lips and pulls you to stand before him. Taking your hand he leads you to the shower and turns on the water. “I need to shower, and I would really love for you to join me.” You nod and he pulls you in for another deep kiss. He tugs  you under the hot spray of the water, his mouth open as he sucks on your neck, pulling you into his chest. His cock is hard and pushing into your ass. He reaches around you and grabs the body wash squeezing a glob into his hands and working it before he rubs it all over you. Although he is cleaning you, you feel even fucking dirtier as his hands rub between your thighs. You turn in his arms and connect your mouths, biting down on his lower lip as he groans. You take the soap from his hands and run it over his broad shoulders, chest, and lower, taking him in your hands.

His forehead drops to your shoulder and he groans as you pump him a few times. “Turn around,” he groans and pushes your chest into the wall. You shiver at the change in temperature. He gently nudges  your legs apart and you feel him; thick and hot against your leg. “I want to fuck you, cariño,” his voice deep and husky.

“Then do it, mi amor” you whisper, and he wastes no time sliding inside of you, inch by glorious inch. Your forehead lays against the tile, and your hands spread out. His fingers leave imprints on your hips as he pushes all the way in and seats you on his cock.

“Fuck,” he pants, “always so tight for me.” He starts slow dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in, slowly driving you insane as he hits that delicious spot inside of you.

“More, Javi, please,” you beg and he speeds up his thrust. The slap of skin on skin is almost  drowned out by the water still pouring over you. He’s sure to leave bruises as he sets a punishing pace, slamming into you. One hand comes out and he starts rubbing circles on your clit, your hands tightening into fists and biting down hard on your lip to suppress your screams.

“Let go, cariño.  I want to hear you,” you clench tighter around him and he moans cursing and rubbing you in time with each thrust until you are pushing his hand away and screaming against the tile. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock,” he praises in that deep, bedroom voice breaks you and you flood his cock, tightening around him as he cums inside you; his thrusts finally slowing until he’s pulling you back flush against him, cock still nestled inside.

The water turns to ice and you shout as he runs to quickly turn it off, both of you laughing against the wall. He slides out of you and watches as his cum drips out onto the floor, dipping his finger and pushing it back inside. “Come on baby, let’s go to bed,” he grabs two fluffy towels and wraps one around you and the other around his waist, leading you both back to the bed. You dry off as best you can before dropping it and getting back under the covers, pulling Javier closer.

He nuzzles into your neck and inhales deeply before sighing, “I will never get enough of you,” he places a kiss below your ear and envelopes you. “Tomorrow...well today I am going to give you some real Christmas magic, cariño.”

“Oh yeah? What are your plans for me Agent Peña?” you tease.

“I’m going to kiss you under the mistletoe like all those corny Christmas movies you watch, just wait, cariño, this will be a Christmas you won’t soon forget.”

“I love you, Javier,” you whisper into the dark and he returns the sentiment with his arms wrapped tight around you.

The next morning you wake up the same way you did the night before, with Javier’s tongue buried inside your pussy. “Oh my God, Javi!” you scream as his tongue wraps tightly around your clit, two fingers pumping you through your orgasm. You feel yourself shattering around him and gushing on his fingers, his tongue eagerly licking up your juices.

You moan and push at his head, fingers digging into the soft curls of his hair, tugging him off. He smiles at you from between your thighs, his mustache glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

Kissing his way up your chest and nipping at one of your nipples, he reaches for his cigarettes on the nightstand, lighting up and taking a long drag. “You know when you told me you wanted to kiss me under the mistletoe, I thought you might mean in a doorway and my lips,” you tease.

“Well, technically, it was still your lips, just on your pussy not your mouth, and we still did it under the mistletoe.” You laugh as he points up and you see the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above your bed.

He grins at you and takes another pull, the smoke curling up. “Then … do I also get to kiss you under the mistletoe, Javier?” you reach for his jeans and unbuckling them.

He puts out the cigarette and pushes his jeans off the rest of the way, grinning “Well, tis the season.”

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[writer-akihiko]

Hello, may I kindly request for a threesome for Ray, Alice and Lancelot please? 🙈🙈🙈 thank you and have a great day! 💖💖💖

[NSFW] Kings' Indulgence - Ray X Reader X Lancelot

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sex and other sexual themes. Please also consider blocking the #not family friendly tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Wooooh! I hope you're happy with this, I made it extra extra spicy and thank you for requesting this wonderful spice!

The leading kings of both the Black and Red Armies were no less than passionate when it came to their indulgences.

You just so happen to be the main indulgence they both fight over.

To quell the kings' competition, you had proposed a tempting game of an innovative strip poker for the night. With you as the dealer, Lancelot and Ray would have no issues going all out, and you had to admit you always got excited when they fought over you.

You fasten the red and black garter belt to your socks, running your hand over the lingerie one more time, before entering the room where your kings were. Lancelot and Ray sat across from each other, although you never caught what they were conversing about as both men froze at the sight of you.

You had to still your heart as you heard Ray curse under his breath, and the way Lancelot loosened his tie as you walked on over to them. You saw the deck of cards arranged at the end of the table, so you couldn't help but tease them a little, bending over the table to display yourself for them. This time, you heard Lancelot curse, and perhaps a tiny moan from Ray.

You stood up once more, shuffling the cards and dealing them. With the remaining cards, you halved them and left one half on the table.

"This is the loser's deck," You pointed to the half of cards you placed on the table. "And this…" You showed the men the other half. "Is the winner's deck, which you can draw here."

You slipped some cards in between your bra, making sure that the card values were against your skin. You then picked a few to go to the straps of your thong, and a couple more in the band of elastic of your thigh highs.

The simple act made them more competitive, the fire in their eyes somehow heating up your skin.

Lancelot spoke up first. "King of Spades… We shouldn't keep YN waiting…"

"For once, I agree with you."

The first round was quick, with Lancelot beating Ray by a landslide. They did bet with actual money, but it was a silent agreement that the actual prize was yourself and the money later on would be split back to buy you a present. You however, got a little anxious as they both were aggressive in their betting since this rule was unknown to you.

Ray grumbled, drawing his new cards from the table deck. Lancelot wasted no time pulling you onto his lap, glancing over you to decide where he should draw his cards. He settled for the card popping up between your breasts, biting the skin of your collarbone before drawing the card between his teeth.

Before they started the round again, Ray got up, having to fulfill the second part of the punishment which was to strip.

"YN…" He called out, his hands going to his waist. "Don't focus too much on Lancelot, remember, I'm still here."

Your eyes followed his hands, as Ray unbuckled his belt. He snapped it open, and your eyes glossed over his bulge as he whips out the belt from his pants. He noticed you staring, combing his hair through his head as he tossed his belt on the floor.

The second round continued, and after having a taste of you, it only drove their will - and their desire - harder just to have you. As you completed the River of the House cards, it was clear that Ray had won. Lancelot huffed in annoyance, running his hand around your waist, glaring at Ray before letting you go.

Ray cupped your ass, his hand slipping in between the fabric and your skin, his fingertips ghosting over your lower half. He cheekily stuck his tongue out at Lancelot, before pulling you into a kiss. Lancelot gritted his teeth as he saw Ray sit you on him, your thighs on each side of his legs.

The kiss didn't last long, as you had to make it fair to Lancelot. As you raised your leg to separate yourself from Ray, he sneaked his hand to nip a card that was stuck at your thong, patting your ass as you prepared the cards for the next round.

Before you could reach for the next cards, Lancelot stopped your wrist, getting up.

"I haven't stripped myself yet, don't hurry it��"

You retracted your hand, sitting yourself on the stool as Lancelot unbuttoned his shirt, rolling the shirt off his body and giving you a little tease. He shrugged his red blouse off his shoulders, running his hands down his abs and licking his lips at you.

Rounds and rounds went on, with Lancelot and Ray gaining wins and losses one after the other. They messed with you and your lingerie even more, leaving kisses and hickies near your neck and shoulders and their fingers brushing all over your skin.

It would be almost the last rounds, with both men in their boxers. Even though you didn't participate in the card game, your body was still sweating from the kings purposefully sitting you on their hard ons. In retaliation you'd grind your hips teasingly, sometimes getting reactions out of each of them.

Down to the last cards, it ended in a draw. The last round finished with both having the exact same matches. You grew nervous, wondering what they would do to resolve this.

"Man… I really didn't want to share you YN…" Ray muttered, taking you in his arms and carrying you bridal style. Lancelot kissed your ears, then putting the clothes they both tossed on the chairs and cleaning up the cards.

"Well it's either we share or we don't indulge in our YN," Lancelot pointed out. After Ray had set you down, both men stood in front of you, stripping off the remains of the clothing on their body.

You felt such an intense heat to your cheeks and ears as they confidently revealed their hard members. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping that they don't notice the small wet patch that stained the bed.

Ray's fingers ran over his hair, glancing over your curled self. "Hey Lancelot… YN's still clothed isn't she? Shouldn't we remedy that?"

Lancelot only nodded, moving to your right side as Ray took the other. Lancelot's fingers ran over your spine, fiddling with the clasp of the bra. Ray on the other hand ran his hands to your lower half, finally getting to shove his hand down those panties.

Lancelot snapped the bra off, his hands tugging off the bra. His mouth kissed down your shoulder, latching his lips to one of your breasts and kneading the other with his free hand. Ray tugged your thong off, moving his body in between your thighs. He pushed one of your legs up, Lancelot's other free hand holding it up. Ray had one hand holding up the other, his hand and tongue loosening up your pussy.

He played with your clit, slowly pushing his fingers in and out. "YN… You naughty girl you've been waiting for us to play with you huh?"

"YN did you cause us both to win so you can have both of us?" Lancelot stopped to lick the tip of your nipple, switching breasts. "Ray, we have no choice but to indulge in this don't we?"

Ray moaned, touching your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Your body spasmed, causing Ray to push his tongue further into you. "Oh… YN's so delicious…"

Before you could cum, they separated from you and Lancelot pushed your hips close to his hard cock, and Ray teased your pussy more. "YN… You can take both of us right?"

You hesitated, shivering underneath their touch. Ray kissed your ears, assuring you. "Lancelot can use a stretching spell if you want YN… Just say the word."

You wordlessly nodded, your body so hot that you didn't care that you endlessly teased and grinded over their cocks. Lancelot muttered the spell, his fingers spreading and teasing your entrance as he did. Ray's cock slid in between your cheeks, his tip poking your entrance. Once Lancelot was done, he nodded to Ray as he rubbed himself over, enjoying your embarrassed face.

Ray lined himself up, slowly pushing himself into your pussy, groaning as every single inch entered you. As he sheathed himself in, you held onto Lancelot, shuddering at the feeling. Ray didn’t thrust himself fully, as Lancelot still had to sheath himself in too.

"Ray… Ray you're mm…" You moaned out, pushing your hips further into the King of Spades.

"My dear, it's my turn…" He brought your hips closer, and Ray thrusted out slowly, leaving a little room for Lancelot. Lance went first, then Ray quickly joined him. You held onto Lancelot tighter, grinding your hips so their hard cocks would sheath in you.

Both men groaned, feeling your juices slip out of your pussy and coating them. For once, the kings worked together to thrust in you in rhythm. You let them ravage you, their cocks always filling you to the brim.

"M-More…" You whimpered. Ray and Lancelot took turns kissing you, their thrusts more erratic as they came to their high. You came first, squirting all over them, and your body pulling them closer to you.

"YN… So good, cumming from both cocks in you…" Ray moaned.

Lancelot grunted, dragging his cock along your walls. "Take all of us, YN… Take all our desire for you…"

They moaned, panting as they both thrusted their last, releasing their full load into you. Lancelot and Ray caught you, Ray exiting you first then Lancelot. They laid you on the bed, Ray massaging your hips and Lancelot cleaning you up. You were tired, leaning into both of the kings' chests, cuddling them both.

"YN… Thank you for letting us indulge you," Ray said, kissing your forehead.

Lancelot brought the covers over you, kissing your cheek. "YN… Our one and only queen… You're our only indulgence."

You slept comfortably in your kings' arms, well-loved and cared for, as you dreamt of being their indulgence once more. No fear, YN, as they would only continue to express their desire for you as the only queen they'd love.

[nagito-kissmaeda]

I really don't know if requests are open so I'm sorry if I didn't noticed they're closed 💔 However if they are open could you please write Nagito with female s/o that lost bet to Hiyoko and running around island in maid dress?

ミ☆ Sorry this took me so long! Also it got very nasty and i hope that is okay lol. I can’t help myself when it comes to Nagito. Word count: 2024 Contains: NSFW, fem reader, they/them pronouns, explict sexual content, voyeurism ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

This is humiliating. 

The Jabberwock island sun is burning down hot as always, you can feel the skin of your bare arms already starting to burn and your legs are getting sweaty under the thick thigh high socks. This outfit was not designed for this weather, but clearly Hiyoko Saionji cared very little about that fact.

She is walking beside you, snickering behind a hand. The six inch heels she has forced you into makes her seem even shorter than usual.

You sigh, “How much longer?”

“I told you! One whole lap of the islands!” She taps a finger to her chin, feigning thoughtfulness, “We’re about...halfway done.”

You huff and cross your arms. You don't usually wear heels, your feet are already starting to ache, and the unpaved path on central island makes it even harder for you to walk, “Can I at least take the shoes off?”

Saionji scoffs, “Uh, obviously not. The heels are essential. You think i'm just gonna let you run around in sneakers? What would even be the fucking point?”

“Yeah, yeah, Okay. I get it.” 

To be fair, this was all your fault. After waking up from the Neo World Program, you and the rest of your classmates found that the island was a mess and had spent the past few months slowly making it livable. It must have been rotten luck that got you paired with Saionji to clean out the back room in the diner on the second island. Apparently the waitresses who worked there before the island was abandoned used to wear sexy maid costumes, and there happened to be one in your size. Saionji had said something about a bet, that if you were game enough to walk around in the maid costume, she would take on your cleaning duties for the next three days. It was a bad idea, you really should have said no.

There's a gust of wind and your short skirt flutters around your thighs. You clench your jaw and try your best to keep your panties from showing. Saionji laughs again. 

“Remember when we bumped into Hanamura earlier and he said that he thought you looked-”

“Shut up, Saionji.” You hiss, walking a little faster as you cross the bridge over to the first island, “Withstanding your ridicule was not part of the deal.”

“Yeah, but it wasn't not not part of the deal.” She sticks her tongue out. 

The heels are so loud on the wooden slats of the bridge, and it takes a decent amount of effort to stop yourself from getting stuck in one of the gaps and tripping. You can tell Saionji thinks it is very funny how hard you need to focus on your own feet. 

“Okay.” She says as you step out onto the island, “One loop here, and then back to the second island. You might actually manage it if you dont trip and break a leg on the way back,”

You shoot her a glare, “Was that a threat?”

She shrugs, “Just saying you should watch where you walk” She playfully taps your shin with the side of her foot, you manage not to stumble, but it was still a dirty move. 

Before you are able to call her out for her nasty trick, Saionji laughs again and nods her head in the direction of the cabins. You’ve just made your way in through the front gate, and are about to head down to the restaurant, “Look who was lucky enough to leave his cottage right as were walking past.”

Saionji’s intonation on the word lucky makes your stomach twist and turn. You’re too afraid to follow her line of sight, swallowing nervously and looking down at the ground, “Hey, uh, i think I’m calling it here. You win.”

You move to walk away, buy Saionji grabs you by the wrist, “What are you chickening out for? I didn't realise you were such a loser.”

“Saionji” You warn, glaring down at her, “You better let me go or else i will-”

“Ah, hello!” Komaeda interrupts. You freeze, heart racing at the sound of his voice. This is literally the worst thing that could have possibly happened. Your cheeks are burning “How lucky it is that I get to see the both of...ah…” His voice slowly trails off as he notices what you are wearing. It's with a newfound desperation that you struggle to escape Saionji’s grip, but she holds fast. 

“Hey, Weirdo.” Saionji jeers, her hand still tight around your wrist, “Do you like this cute outfit I found?”

“Oh...I...uh…” 

You let your eyes slip up to his face. Komaeda has his hair up in a ponytail and his cheeks are burning red as he stares down at the length of bare thigh peeking out from the top of your stockings. You can hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

You like Komaeda. As in, you really like Komaeda. 

Seeing him getting all flustered is doing strange things to your stomach, but you are still frozen with embarrassment. 

“I think he likes it~” Saionji taunts, smirking up at you. 

His eyes are combing over you, his lower lip pulled in between his teeth. There's warmth between your thighs, your fingernails are digging into your palms. You barely even notice as you start getting bolder, gently brushing the hemline of your skirt with your hand, tugging it a little further up your thigh. Komaeda’s throat bobs. 

“Did...did Saionji make you do this?” He asks.

You nod, still feeling too overwhelmed to actually say anything. He must see the way you are looking at him, the way his blush runs all the way down to his collarbones, the way you want desperately to see more of his skin. His eyes meet yours questioning, but hungry. 

“You look…” he heaves a shaky breath, eyes quickly flitting over to Saionji  like he is trying to remind himself that she is still there, “...good.”

You grip onto the fabric of your skirt to stop your hands from shaking, “Thank you. Um-” you look down at your toes for a moment,  “Hanamura got kind of weird about it, but i'm uh…” you look back up at Komaeda, his eyes are perfect and green, “I’m glad that you like it…”

He’s just staring at you now, and you hope that he understands the meaning of your words. That maybe this whole embarrassing ordeal is worth it if he finds you attractive. You want him so badly, you want him to want you so badly. The way his eyes roam over your body makes you quiver with something. Nerves? Excitement? 

“What the fuck is happening right now?”

You and Komaeda are suddenly pulled from a trance and forced to look back down at Saionji. She’s staring up at you with a mix of horror and confusion.

You feel a bolt of arousal shoot down to your center when Komaeda turns to her and says, “Would you mind leaving us alone, Saionji-san?”

Saionji blinks, “Huh? We’ve still got to walk all the way back to the second island or they lose the bet! I'm not going anywhere in case she cheats!”

“Bet’s off.” You say, pulling your wrist from her grasp and taking a step closer to Komaeda. God, even with the heels on he is still taller than you, “You should really go.”

Saionji barks a laugh, “Fine, but you better not complain when you have cleaning duty all next week.” 

He is very subtle about it, but you feel the cool touch of Komaeda’s fingers on your bare thigh, he stares at Saionji over your shoulder and is much less polite when he says, “Saionji, leave.” 

You don't turn around, but you hear the sound of sandals clattering on wood as she dashes out of the hotel area. The second she is out of view, Komaeda grabs you by the shoulders and pins you up against the wall of the closet cottage (Souda’s? It really doesn't matter) breathing so heavily that you can see his shoulders shaking.

“I’m...I’m so sorry...I” He back pedals, letting his arms fall to the sides, “I don't know what came over me, I'm such garbage i-”

Fuck it, you think. Grabbing the front of his coat and tugging his lips up against yours. It takes him a moment to recognise what is even happening, but the second he does, his large hands grab tight on either side of your waist and he kisses you back in a fervor. You can feel him moan against your lips, and it’s too much for you. So you spin him around until he is the one with his back up against the wall, jamming your knee in between his legs and shoving one hand up under his shirt. His skin is smooth, you can feel his ribs under your fingers. He whimpers under your lips when your tongue enters his mouth, tangling with his, and one of his hands creeps down to the short hemline of your skirt, slipping his fingers up underneath. You hear him choke on a moan when he finds that your stockings are being held up by a garter-belt. 

“You’re killing me.” He hisses against your mouth. 

You lift up the knee between his legs and grind it against his crotch. He makes the cutest little noise, hips wriggling against the pressure of your knee until he is basically fucking himself on it. You moan at the sight of him, cheeks red, hair mussed, writhing against you desperately. 

“That’s a good boy.” You whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat, “Does that feel nice?”

“Hng-I….I…” he throws his head backward until it collides with the wall, “What about..ahhAH...what about you?”

Watching him like this is getting you wet enough as it is, you smirk and suck gently on his pulse point, “What about me? I want to watch you cum, sweetheart. That’s what i want.”

His green eyes are blown wide when they meet yours, he swallows, “Out….outside?”

“Yeah, baby.” You press your knee up even harder and relish in the choked sound he makes, “Right here.” 

You aren't sure what it is about the maid costume that gives you this confidence, but you feel powerful. Watching Komaeda moan and drool as he grinds furiously against your stocking-clad knee is only making you feel sexier. 

The hand you have under his shirt sneaks upward even further, he squeaks when you rub one of his nipples between your thumb and forefinger, “You think you can cum for me, sweetheart?”

He nods furiously, hips quivering as you continue biting and sucking your way down his throat and over his shoulder. You can feel him growing more desperate, you can feel his pressing his throbbing cock harder and harder against the unyielding pressure of your knee. His mouth is hung open, drool is dripping down his chin and he is flushed all the way down to his chest. You moan just from the mere sight of him, your sex clenching with desire, but that would have to wait. You wanted to watch him come undone.

“I…I’m” he whines, writhing and panting against you, “I’m so close…”

“You’re going to cum?”

Komaeda makes a noise of affirmation, but it mostly just sounds like a moan. You grin and push your knee up even higher, leaning in to lick up the shell of his ear.

“Go on, then.” You whisper, “Cum for me, pretty boy,”

A moan rips through him. So loud that anyone nearby must have heard it. His hips quiver and shake against you, grinding and wriggling and then finally coming to a stop. He looks godlike, his hair fucked five ways to hell and his eyes glazed over with arousal. A shaky giggle escapes his mouth, and then he licks his lips. 

“Okay. Your turn”

You don't resist when he grabs you by the hand and pulls you to his cottage. Maybe Saionji actually helped you out for once, even if she didn't mean it. 

[aot-brainrot]

2, 13 Spencer

2. “does that feel good, baby girl?” and 13. “good girl.”

NSFW topics beneath the line break!

I only write sub!Spencer, so.... that’s what you’re getting-- but I’m still gonna use baby girl and good girl because we love depredation like that :) A reminder, I use “Mistress” for the reader’s title. Puervus means “servant boy” in Latin.

Spencer looked so good parading around in his short skirt that you bought for Valentine’s day. It was a baby pink color, and you two had later bought a pair of matching knee-high socks and a garter belt that had a cute heart on it. He hardly ever wore the skirt, but there was something about that Sunday afternoon. He woke up before you did, put on the get up-- no shirt, mind you-- and went downstairs to make breakfast. Your good, obedient service sub. So cute. After you two ate together, your hand on his knee the entire time, you watched as he decided to clean off his bookshelf in the den. One by one, he took all of the books down, cleaned them up so that they were in pristine condition again, then he wiped down the shelves to get rid of the dust. When he started picking up the books to reorganize them, you saw his ass show under the skirt. You gulped. Need was brewing in your stomach, and all you could do was pray that you had enough self restraint to not jump him before he finished his task.

By the time he was done, your body was on fire and your panties were wet. So, you broke. You invited him over with, “You’ve been so good, puervus*. Come here.” Spencer perked up before shuffling over to you on the couch. “You look so pretty, baby.” Your hands tickled the top of his knee-highs, making him tense up. “I wanna reward you for being so good today.” Your hands drifted up under his skirt. “You’re gonna be good for me, right?” He nodded eagerly. “Good girl.” He whimpered at the nickname, making you smirk. “Keep your hands behind your back.” He instantly trapped his hands behind him by holding onto his own wrists. “And don’t fall over.” You caught him off guard when you found his erection under his skirt and started wiping your tongue over his tip, collecting his pre-cum. “So wet for me, baby girl. Were you expecting this?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Was that why you were being so good?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You started jerking him off and hummed, “My good girl.” He gasped and leaned forward a bit, his abs loosening as he lost his concentration on his posture. “Stand up straight.” He struggled to do so. “Does that feel good, baby girl?”

He nodded. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

“Is my girl going to be good and cum for me?”

He nodded again like it was the only thing he knew how to do. “Yes, Mistress. Please, may I cum?”

“Already? I think we need to work on your stamina, baby girl. Maybe a few edges will do you some good.”

“No!” His abs tightened again as he approached the brink. “No, please... Let me cum for you, Mistress. Please.”

I kissed his bellybutton. “Cum for me, baby girl.”

In response to my humiliating, yet still arousing words, Spencer came inside of his skirt, letting me see from the outside the wet spot he left. “Good girl. That’s it...”

He hunched over again as I continued to stroke him, even after his high had faded, but I took mercy on him. I stopped and pulled my hand out from under his skirt. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome, puervus. Now go clean up and get the pastel green skirt.”

He smiled brightly. “Yes, Mistress.”

[misc-headcanons]

Yay! Your requests are open! Could you write an NSFW scenario for Zoro and his wife on their honeymoon?

Zoro/F!Reader: Newlyweds (NS.FW)

Word Count: 2893

Zoro never knew that sake could taste even better when it was the kind served at his own wedding. He hadn't been that involved in the planning of it all, since that kind of spectacle wasn't really his thing. The one thing he insisted on having was plenty of sake, and the rest of the Straw Hats went all-out to make sure he got his wish; they managed to get twenty large jugs of sake from one of the finest breweries in Wano (whose owners were delighted to fulfill a request to their country's saviors by parting with a few free samples of their product). It was some amazing sake, but mixed in with the taste of alcohol and plum was the sweetness of his woman's--no, his wife's lips from when he'd kissed her at the altar a few minutes prior to the start of the real party. 

Drinking with ____ on his lap in that pretty white dress while watching everyone dance and feast and celebrate was fun, but when his wife leaned in to ask if they could go to their room for the evening with a husky lilt to her voice and a suggestive light in her eyes, he was more than happy to retire for the night. He insisted on carrying her to their room, since he was pretty sure that was tradition; he probably should have known that it's traditional to carry the bride in front of him rather than tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of well-dressed potatoes, but hey--it's his wedding, so he can carry his bride however he wants.

____ giggled as Zoro picked her up and made his way to the "SUPERRRR bridal suite" that Franky had set up for them on the Sunny. What was usually a storage room had been changed into a large space with soft romantic lighting, scented vanilla-and-brown-sugar candles, scattered rose petals, and a queen-sized bed for the happy couple to share. Zoro kicked the door behind him to close it and set ____ down onto the bed before making sure the door was locked. Not only that, but he decided to drag one of the leftover barrels in front of it to make sure nobody was going to interrupt his and ____'s first night as a married couple. 

____ kicked off her high heels and sighed with relief now that she and Zoro were alone together, spreading her arms and leg out as she sank into the plush mattress. "Ahhh, that's better…" She stretched lazily and glanced at Zoro as he set his three swords against the wall by one side of the bed. Her eyes drifted up and down as she got an eyeful of how well he filled out his tuxedo. He'd opted not to wear a tie and had unbuttoned the first few segments of his shirt; he tended to feel warm after a few drinks, and being confined in a long-sleeved shirt like that would've driven him nuts without some freedom. His exposed neck and chest left ____ with a desire to see even more of his tanned skin in the soft candlelight of the room, and she smiled up at him as she beckoned for him to join her on the bed. "Hey, handsome."

Zoro smirked. "Hey, beautiful."

____ hiked up her dress to reveal the lacy white garter wrapped snugly around one of her thighs, a few inches above her silvery stockings. "So," she teased, "Isn't the groom supposed to take this off with his teeth?"

Zoro shrugged and walked over to the foot of the bed, leaning over ____ before moving his head until his lips brushed her thigh. "Even if it isn't, I'm doing it anyway," he said with a smile." He snagged her garter between his teeth and managed to pull it off of her as she lifted her leg up to help him. He spat out the ring of cloth and moved back onto the bed to wrap one arm around ____ and reach up to grab her clothed breast with his other hand. 

____ bit her lip and tilted her head up to kiss Zoro while running her gloved fingers through his hair. The taste of sake and wedding cake was still on his tongue, and when the two of them pulled away he had a smudged lipstick mark on his mouth. Zoro straddled ____ and wriggled his way out of his suit jacket and started to hastily unbutton his shirt underneath. "You need me to help you take this thing off?" He placed one hand on her chest and traced the sewn pattern of thread on white silk, and ____ moved to sit herself up to start to unhook the back of her dress.

"I've got it," she said with a smirk, struggling for a few seconds as she managed to unfasten the garment. "I've got a feeling you'd get fed up with trying to get it off the right way and just slice it off with one of your swords."

Zoro kicked off his shoes and socks, and slid his belt off of the waistband of his dress pants. "Fair 'nough," he replied with a chuckle. He watched her slide the dress up over her head, and helped pull the last few feet of cloth off of her. When he managed to push the frilly white dress off of the bedspread, his breath hitched when he saw what ____ had been wearing underneath it; a lacy white bra and panties framed her figure perfectly, matching her elegant fingerless wedding gloves and thigh-high stockings. Her hair messily fanned out a bit behind her, and the lingering bit of makeup on her face only intensified her blushing cheeks as she looked up at him. His eyes wandered to the ring on her left hand, a faint glint of gold that shone in the candlelight and stood out against the dark wine color of the bedsheets. "You're…" He groped around in his brain to find the most romantic way to tell her how beautiful she looked right now. "Um...really pretty."

____ laughed and cupped his cheek. "And you're really cute," she replied, smirking as she kissed his jawline and moved her hands down to touch his chest. 

Zoro started to make his way down, running his hands up and down ____'s sides before stopping to hook his fingers around the waistband of her panties. He lowered his head and rested on top of her plush thighs. "Is it tradition to take this off with my teeth too?" His warm breath fanned the exposed skin on her thighs and when he opened his mouth to lick up and down her clothed slit, she let out a small gasp. 

____ reached down to move her panties aside, but Zoro wasn't going to stop teasing her...yet. He quickly moved her hand away and then spread her legs apart as he continued to lick and suck on her clit through the thin fabric. "Ah! Zoro," she whined, rocking her hips upward to goad him into taking things further. "Please, pleaaaase…" 

Zoro granted her wish and gripped her underwear to yank it off of her. Unfortunately he got a bit lost in his excitement; instead of just pulling her underwear off and dragging it down her legs, he accidentally ripped it off of her body completely. "Oh shit," he muttered under his breath. "Sorry, didn't mean to--"

"It's fine honey," she moaned, practically bucking her hips as she reached up to play with her breasts. "Just please, please don't stop…" 

Zoro eagerly dipped his head between her legs again, gripping her thighs as he dove deep into her sweet cunt. He felt her clench and tighten around his tongue as his nose repeatedly rubbed up against her clit. He started to rut against the bed as he felt his hardening cock poking through his underwear and dress pants. When he felt her fingers grip his hair, the smooth metal of her wedding ring and the lace on her fingerless gloves against his scalp made him let out a soft moan. He always lost track of time whenever he was buried between her thighs, but when he finally felt her grinding against his face faster and faster as her moans and cries got louder and more frantic, he knew she was about to cum. 

"Oh God, Zoro, fuck, yes...r-right there, don't stop--oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-GOD, Zoroooo~!" A wave of new juices coated Zoro's tongue as she came, with some of it dribbling down his chin as she spasmed and let out a long lewd moan of his name. The crotch of his underwear was damp with precum, and his cock was painfully hard now. He'd been wanting to feel that pretty mouth of hers around his length before actually "consummating" their marriage, but as he continued to grind against the bed he knew he couldn't wait much longer to feel those tight walls of hers with more than his tongue. 

Before he could manage to pull himself up to align his hips with hers, she reached up and playfully tackled him against the bed. His gold earring jangled and the mattress squeaked underneath him as he bounced a bit from how forcefully she'd jumped on him, but when he saw the view above him he was definitely not about to complain. Stray strands of ____'s hair stuck to her face, and her lips were parted as she panted lightly over him. She leaned down and ran her hands over Zoro's chest, trailing her fingers down to his abdomen and to the small fuzzy green patch above the waistline of his boxers. "As much as I want to feel you inside me," she said, thumbing over the trail of coarse hair above his crotch with a devilish smile on her face, "I've been wanting to suck your cock ever since I walked to the altar and finally saw you in that tuxedo." 

Zoro's face flushed red at her lewd words, and he bit the inside of his cheek as he watched ____ pull down his boxers and then reach around her backside to hastily get rid of her bra. She rested her gloved hand on Zoro's chest and gently circled around one of his nipples, giggling when she saw and felt him shiver underneath her. "Gloves on? Or gloves off?" 

Zoro felt his dick twitch after hearing her question. He placed his hand over hers and squeezed her fingers, playing a bit with the lace around the top of her wrist. "O-on," he said quickly. She nodded and trailed her fingers down his body, moving her head down to flick her tongue over the small slit at the tip of his cock and stroke the base at a slow, gentle pace.

Overwhelmed by the sudden increase in stimulation, Zoro groaned and started to thrust into ____'s hand. "Fuck, fuck, more," he panted desperately, one of his hands flying to the back of her head as he tried to feel more of her mouth around his cock. ____ eagerly gave her husband what he needed and bobbed her head up and down, moaning softly as she felt his fingers grip her hair tightly. The combined sensations of her wet velvety mouth enveloping his length while her lacy gloves, soft fingers, and the cold metal of her wedding ring against the most sensitive areas of skin on his body left him panting as he fucked her mouth like his life depended on it. He thrusted feverishly, feeling his cock repeatedly hit the back of her throat while she did her best not to choke, cumming with a sharp cry when she let out a very muffled whine and dug her fingernails into his hips and the curve of his ass. 

He felt her slowly move her mouth off of him, wiping the lingering pearly drops of his cum off of her chin as she swallowed the rest of it. Zoro's cock had already started to soften, but ____ knew how easy it was for a man of his stamina to get hard again almost immediately; a good thing, considering how warm, aching, and empty her cunt felt as she stared hungrily at him. The two of them locked eyes, and that warmth inside of her became a burning flame. She put herself up into a sitting position, spreading her legs and holding out her arms for Zoro to join her. He rose up and swiftly grabbed her hips, pulling him close to her and letting out a soft moan when he felt her dewy lower lips against his pelvis. Their arms were draped around each other, and even without him inside of her they could feel the heat radiating off of each other's skin. Zoro put his hands back onto her hips and eased her onto his cock, digging his fingernails into her skin as he slowly sheathed himself inside her warm tight walls.

When he finally bottomed out inside of her, they moaned in unison and their half-lidded eyes met once again. "God, you always feel so good inside me," ____ sighed with a breathy chuckle. "I feel like I'm already gonna--"

She trailed off into a moan as Zoro started to thrust inside of her, not as fast as he normally went but much, much deeper thanks to the position they were in. "Aaaah...Fuck, Zoro~!" She leaned her head forward to feverishly kiss her husband, her little whines and mewls of pleasure muffled by his tongue. Zoro growled against her as he sped up his pace, his eyes rolling back a bit as he reached a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with every movement of his hips, rolling in time with him to feel his cock deeper and deeper inside of her core. 

She pulled her mouth off of his to kiss and nip at his jawline, one of his most sensitive areas. Zoro's hips bucked involuntarily, and he moved even faster as the pressure inside of him built up further and further. ____ ran her fingers through his hair, another trick she knew that easily pushed him over the edge in bed. "Mmm, I'm so close," she purred. "I wanna feel you cum inside me, honey...Fuck, you feel so good."

Zoro shivered and felt goosebumps rise against his skin as she played with his hair and kissed his jawline at the same time. "I'm gonna...fuck, gonna cum soon," he panted. He pounded into her even faster, and the rhythmic sound of his balls slapping against her twitching cunt mixed with their shared sighs and moans. 

"Then cum," ____ cooed, throwing her hips. "Let your wife make you cum, baby…" The pressure inside of her own body built up and she threw her head back as she came once again, riding out her orgasm with wild abandon. After hearing her refer to herself as his wife and feeling her gummy walls tighten even more around his cock like a vice, he reached his own climax. A wave of pleasure washed over him, and he waited until the absolute last second before pulling his cock out of her and feverishly pumping himself with one hand; his cock twitched as he covered ____'s glistening pussy and her midsection, and he used his free hand to rub circles around her swollen clit until her tense and shaking legs stabilized, telling him that her own orgasm had subsided. 

Zoro shuffled around as he carefully handled her limp body like she was made of glass, laying her down all the way onto the mattress and pulling her against his chest. He used one hand to drape the silk blanket over the two of them, and once they were both covered he kissed her earlobe. 

"I can't remember the last time I felt this happy and content and so...loved," she murmured. "Honeymoon sex really is something else." She chuckled, reaching behind her a bit to brush her fingers over Zoro's skin.

Zoro let out a small "Mmm", nuzzling her neck. "It is," he replied. "I always enjoy sex with you, but this is...different." He laced his calloused fingers with hers, tracing the metal of her wedding ring. "Never thought putting on a ring and saying some words could make that big of a difference."

____ nodded slightly, smirking a bit. "Me either," she replied, moving a bit to blow out the candles on her side of the bed. "But I really do love being with my husband like this." She lay her head back down and squeezed his hand gently every time she repeated the word 'husband'. "Kissing my husband's lips, tasting my husband's cock, getting fucked to heaven and back by my wonderful husband…"

Zoro smiled sleepily and kissed the back of ____'s neck as he drifted off to sleep. "I feel something like that about my wife," he murmured with a yawn. He was too lazy to get up, turn over, and blow out the candle on his side of the bed; he licked two of his fingertips and pinched the flame out, only wincing slightly as he extinguished it. The sound of the ship quietly creaking against the waves lulled the newlyweds to sleep, along with their own soft breaths as they held each other.

[thatesqcrush]

Play Pretend, Pt. 2

Rafael Barba x Reader. CW: ALL THE SMUT, language - NSFW! Seriously. This is pure filth y’all. WC: 2615.

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It felt like all eyes were on the two of you as you departed the bar. Rafael’s hand was on the small of your back as you walked first through the doorway. You turned ever so slightly towards Rafael and gave him a small smile.

 “I’ll get us a cab,” Rafael offered. He moved to step away, when you tugged on his hand, drawing him back. You stepped close to Rafael. Gazing into his eyes, you smoothed his hair and gently cupped his cheek - you reminded yourself to give him shit about shaving another day - before pulling him into a deep kiss. Rafael could taste the cherry in your mouth, as your tongues dueled. Your sucked in his bottom lip and nibbled before pulling away. Rafael was surprised at how intensely the kiss registered.

“Cab?”

 “Right, cab,” Rafael sputtered and he stepped off the curb. You reapplied your lipstick as Rafael signaled for a cab.

 Fortunately, the wait was short-lived. Rafael held the door for you, letting you enter first. Rafael began to give the address to your shared apartment, but you cut him off, providing a different address.

 Rafael looked at you in surprise. He had thought the evening would be spent at home, but clearly you had something else in mind.

 For the duration of the ride, your bodies were positioned to where they were touching or near touching. Your leg rubbed against his. At one point, you gazed out the window, your arm was extended out to the seat and Rafael’s fingertips just grazed yours ever so lightly. In that moment, Rafael didn't know he could love you more, but there, in that moment, in the darkened cab ride, he did.

 The elevator ride up to the room was just the same. Small but frequent touches and flirty glances. Your hearts were hammering in both of your chests. The two of you were nervous - but it was a different kind of nervous. An excited nervous.

 You offered Rafael to help himself to whatever was in the bar and to make himself comfortable. “Sit back, relax. I’ll be right back,” you replied, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

 The door to the bathroom shut with a click and Rafael walked around the room, giving himself a very quick tour. He walked over to the bar cart, poured himself a drink and made his way back to the couch that was in adjoining room.

 He unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his own dress shirt. The door to the bathroom creaked open. Rafael was not prepared for the sight before him. His mouth went dry and a course of heat immediately flashed through him, sending all of his pumping blood, south.

 If Rafael had to describe your appearance, to him, you were dressed in pure sex. Your lingerie consisted of black lace cups with peek-a-boo details with a leather underbust band. It was as if architectural form met lace and lingerie in the cage and straps of your bra. There was a matching, high waisted garter belt with straps. The sheer tulle thong you wore had embroidered detailing. Completing the look were black thigh high stockings attached by the garter straps.

 “See something you like?” you asked innocently, as you strutted towards him.

 Rafael nodded, at a complete loss for words.

 You straddled Rafael. His hands skimmed your thighs, reveling in the feel of the hosiery beneath his fingertips. Finally, his hands settled on your hips. “Now I’m not the type of woman who sleeps on the first date –” you began.

 Rafael snorted, an implication of how your real first date with him went. Your eyes narrowed, and you gripped his chin to face you. “Shhh, you're breaking character," you scolded playfully. Rafael nodded. “Lo siento.”

 Your stared at Rafael intently, before kissing him hard. Rafael’s hands gripped your tightly against him. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and your tongues battled each other’s. Rafael traced your mouth with his tongue before sucking in your bottom lip. He gave it a little tug, pulling a soft mewl out from you. You pulled away again, your lipstick which was perfect from the earlier reapplication was smeared.

 “You’re beautiful,” Rafael rasped softly, his eyes darkening as he drank you in once more. “Intoxicating.” His large fingers wrapped around your neck, pulling your mouth to his once more so he could taste you once more. His tongue was warm against yours and your lips tingled. Rafael tugged your bra down, causing your breasts to spill out from their confines - not that your bra covered much anyway. Rafael palmed a breast, using his thumb and index fingers to twist and tug on a nipple.

 You sighed into his kiss as your hands moved down his clothed chest. Rafael was solid and you could feel his muscles twitch under his shirt. You pulled at it, untucking the shirt. Breaking the kiss, Rafael helped you remove his shirt, before tossing it to the floor.

 You kissed Rafael once more, leaving upwards into the kiss and his large hands made way to your rear, where he squeezed your flesh firmly before landing a resounding smack. Rafael massaged your skin once more before following up with another spank. You whimpered in response.

 “Lo amas,” Rafael growled in your ear, causing you to shudder, goosebumps erupting over your skin.

 You kissed him once more, your tongue flicking against his. You ground against his cock, causing Rafael to groan.

 Rafael pushed his thumb into your mouth. You and Rafael locked eyes and he felt his breath hitch as you sucked and swirled your tongue around the tip. “Fuuuuck,” Rafael moaned.

 You released his thumb from your mouth. “That’s the plan,” you replied with a wink.

 Dipping your head to pepper kisses along his chest and neck, you slowly sunk down his body, and settled in between his legs. Your hands skimmed his thighs before landing on the part Rafael needed to have touched most. You palmed the growing bulge and Rafael’s hips thrusted erratically upwards.

 “Is that what you like? Don’t worry guapo, I will take care of you,” you cooed. Rafael looked down at you, his eyes blown with lust. He nodded and you smirked, biting your bottom lip. You reached around and unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor, by his shirt. The sight of you between his legs, breasts exposed, lipstick strewn was enough to drive Rafael crazy. You were a goddess.

 Rafael stood, and you inched back so that he could remove his shoes, socks and jeans. Finally, he pulled his throbbing hard cock free from the confines of his boxers. The tip glistened with pre cum and you instinctively licked your lips hungrily. There was a glint in Rafael's eye when he noticed the way you were looking at him. “Keep your eyes on me,” you quietly commanded.

 You rose up on your knees so you that you were higher. You spat into your hand and reached up to jerk his cock before taking him into your mouth. Rafael hissed and he wrapped both of his hands into your hair, guiding your mouth on his cock. He had to will himself to not just fuck your mouth and completely unload. Closing his eyes, Rafael wondered how you’d look with his cum decorating you, and he decided to save that idea for another day.

 “You’re such a good cocksucker,” Rafael praised and you squealed in response, though the sound was muffled because your mouth was full. Rafael’s cock felt heavy in your mouth and the taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth. You were soaking wet; you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

 You pulled away, a strand of saliva connected you to him. You continued to use your hand to help you before taking more of his length into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex. The sounds of your mouth slobbering all over his cock drove Rafael crazy.

 You didn't ease up. You reached up and gently cradled his balls, massaging them softly. Rafael continued to sing your praises as you worked him. You dipped your head down and sucked gently on his balls, as your other hand jerked him.

 Rafael was close; he was losing his damn mind. “I am going to cum,” he warned. “Mmmm,” you hummed, sending vibrations up and through Rafael’s body. Rafael’s grip on your head tightened and without warning he began to fuck your mouth, thrusting erratically. Suddenly your mouth was flooded with the taste of his hot, salty cum as he released into your mouth. Rafael shuddered as the last drops of his cum released into your mouth. “That’s it, take it like a good girl,” he rumbled, deep and low.

 You released him from your mouth, some cum dripping from your mouth as you did so. Rafael wiped it with his thumb and you turned your face so you could capture his thumb again with your mouth to suck it clean. Once you did so, Rafael pulled you up to him, kissing you hard, tasting himself. Hands on your ass, Rafael scooped you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips.

 He carried you to the bed, before throwing you down. The comforter was so fluffy, you almost sunk into it. You didn’t have time to get too comfortable as Rafael turned you over, and pulled your legs up, so that your ass was in the air, the rest of your body splayed down.

 Rafael could feel himself hardening again once more, the sight of your scantily covered ass with the garters stretching, was all too erotic. His hands ran up your thighs, before he got to your center. The tips of his fingers ghosted your sex. The sound of material ripping filled the room and you realized he had torn the thong you were wearing.

 Rafael spread your cheeks, before delving his face into your soaked pussy. You moaned loudly, as his warm tongue licked a broad stripe. Instinctively, you pushed back, trying to get his tongue deeper inside of you. Rafael held you steady as he ate you out like if he was a man possessed. His tongue swirled over your lips and swollen nub, your arousal flooding his mouth. You gripped the sheets, feeling your orgasm approach quickly. “I could eat you for hours. You have the sweetest little pink pussy,” he confessed before delving back in, holding you tighter to his face.

 Just as you felt your walls start to flutter, Rafael pulled away, partly in an attempt to catch his breath, and partly to tease you. His face glistened with your arousal. He alternated kisses with love bites on your thighs.

 He slipped a finger inside of you and slowly pumped it in and out of you. You cried out in response. “Oh my fucking God! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pleaded. Rafael slipped another finger, continuing to languidly thrust his fingers in and out of you. Your thighs trembled, feeling the coil inside of you begin to grow again.

 Rafael could sense you were at the precipice once more. He slipped another finger, stretching you fully. His thumb ghosted your swollen pink pearl.  “Please let me cum,” you sobbed. Every nerve ending in your body was on fire, it had never been this intense before.

 Rafael chuckled low, slipping his fingers out. “Paciencia, cariño.” Rafael flipped you over, so that you were sprawled on your back. He made a big show of sucking his fingers clean.

 Wantonly, you spread your legs once more and reached down to rub your clitoris. Rafael swatted your hand away. You whined in response. Rafael was hard again, his cock throbbed. “You want something amor?”

 You bit your lip, nodding. “Please.”

 Rafael stroked his cock, as he sat back on his haunches. “What do you want?”

 “You,” you mewled. “Your cock in my pussy.”

 Rafael positioned himself over you. Reaching down, he rubbed his cock against your slit. You bucked your hips trying to get him closer. Again, teasingly, Rafael ribbed his cock against your folds, barely just slipping in. You whimpered in protest.

 Rafael braced himself on his forearms, his mouth against your ears. “What was that again? Repítete. No te escuché.”

 “¡Ay carajo! I want your cock in my pussy, Rafael. Fucking fill me up with that big fat cock of yours,” you implored desperately.

 “That’s it,” Rafael moaned, sliding his cock into you. You gasped at the fullness. You clung onto Rafael as he bottomed out. He filled you so completely that it took your breath right out of you, just like it did every time that you were intimate with him.

 Slowly, Rafael began to thrust up into you. However, you were so close to the precipice and not in the mood for niceties. “Come on, I’m not gonna break,” you gritted. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

 Rafael growled in response before quickening his tempo. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall as he repeatedly pistoned into you. Your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, and Rafael’s gold chain swayed against your chest with every thrust. Your lovemaking was primal, animalistic and raw. Rafael rotated his hips, before coming to a still causing you to mewl and whimper.

 “You’re so fucking wet,” Rafael cooed. “Your pussy takes my cock so well.”

 “I... I...” you babbled incoherently. Rafael pulled out of you, before pulling you on top of him. You followed his lead, reaching down to grab his cock. You noticed your essence all over his cock and you groaned internally before you climbed onto him and sunk into his cock. You began to bounce eagerly, and Rafael sat up, pawing your tits. He sucked on your flesh as you continued to ride him.

 Rafael used the pad of his thumb to rub your swollen pink nub as you bounced on him. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

 “I am going to... fuuuuck,” you gasped.

 “Come for me,” Rafael commanded with a grunt, gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you. His grip was so tight, you were certain there would be bruises on you hips come morning. “Cream on my cock.”

 You wailed Rafael’s name as you came completely undone. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Rafael and he came once more, stiffening as he released into you. Feeling Rafael come again was your undoing and once more you came, murmurs of “let my pussy milk that cock,” left your lips. Your eyes were shut so tightly, you saw stars.

 You collapsed against Rafael, falling into a heap as you came down back to reality. Rafael pressed a kiss to your head, before gently lifting your face to give you a soft kiss. You stayed intimately connected as you each caught your breath. You eventually peeled your sweaty body off of Rafael. You snuggled into his chest, basking in his warmth. “That was ... wow.”

 “You broke character,” Rafael quipped, as he stroked your hair. “You said my name, not Miguel, the stock broker’s.”

 You giggled, playfully smacking his chest. “What can I say? Your name just falls easily from my lips. I guess we’ll just have to have a do-over.” You looked up at Rafael now stroking his chest. He chuckled before pressing another kiss to your lips.

 “As many do-overs you need,” Rafael promised. “Get some sleep, I love you."

 “Good thing I packed us enough clothes for the weekend. Love you too.”

 FIN

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

this is dom harry bro no questions he'd just sit there eating u out for hours but wouldnt let u come

“Please.”

“No.”

“Harry, please.”

“Mm-mm.”

It’s been hours. Literal hours.

Her best guess is two, but it feels more like twenty. She’s hypersensitive, and it’s not helping that he’s refusing to let her cum.

Y/N can only hold out for so long before her body takes on a mind of its own and breaks down without his or her permission, so she tries to focus her thoughts on something—anything— else. Anything but him.

Her mind wanders to how she’d ended up in this position in the first place.

How she had thought he’d come in from the airport and they’d go out for some dinner and maybe save all of the raunchiness for the later half of the evening.

But of course he couldn’t wait. He’d been waiting for three days, and now he was refusing to leave his post between her drenched thighs to make up for it.

Harry had gone to Cancun for a couple of days to shoot something top secret, leaving Y/N behind in Philly, where he was planning to come back to put some more business details in order for his next album.

When he had walked through the door of the hotel room, she almost didn’t recognize him.

He’d gotten very tan during those days in Mexico and she could tell it was natural. His nose was already starting to peel and the edges of his hairline were sun-bleached, along with a wave of honey and auburn highlights running through his usual chestnut brown curls. He was sporting crisp white shorts, a simple black button-up with the first two buttons undone, a black windbreaker, and her own pair of scuffed up white Vans that she had let him borrow.

He tended to take something of Y/N’s with him whenever he went away, even if just for a little bit. An old oversized Jurassic Park t-shirt that smelled like her, a wooden bead bracelet she got when they visited Animal Kingdom, the silver charms from one of her favorite necklaces that dote her initials, which he would loop around his cross chain. A ruby and black diamond ring he had gifted her for her birthday that fit perfectly around his pinky, her favorite pair of cactus-patterned socks— the list is endless. Point being, this time around he decided on the pair of Vans he found at the bottom of her suitcase.

Harry loves that he never had to ask to borrow her stuff; she just let him raid whatever he wanted because it truly touched her that he always wanted to have a piece of her on him.

Those pair of raggedy Vans had ended up kicked into the corner of the room beside his suitcase as he distractedly shrugged off one shoulder of his jacket, the other occupied holding his phone to his ear.

“Yeah, that’s what we planned. Mitch texted and said he was boarding his flight so he should be here by tonight, probably around ten. The latest, twelve, depending on traffic.” Harry had grabbed his phone from its spot between his ear and shoulder, switching sides to slide off the rest of the windbreaker. “Okay, so nine tomorrow morning? The room’s booked and everything? Alright, sick! I’ll text you when I’m on my way. Later.”

Harry had tapped the screen of his phone, releasing a long sigh of relief through his nose as he chucked it onto the free bed along with his jacket, running one of his large hands up his tired face and through his messy locks.

Y/N had spoken up first, voice clear even over the Sugar Rush episode playing on the TV in the background. “How was Cancun?”

Harry’s drained gaze had focused on her and somehow, just looking at her— just seeing his girlfriend laying on the disheveled bed in one of the lavish, creme-colored hotel bathrobes with rainbow fuzzy socks covering her wiggling toes and her bangs pinned back haphazardly with a clip— had inflated a certain warmth inside him that rose up from the heels of his feet to the tips of his fingers, expanding in his chest and squeezing out any stress and exhaustion milling in his veins.

He had pursed his lips into a small, lopsided smile full of tender fondness, his eyes softening and glossing over with the comfort that comes from her familiar scent of chamomile shampoo and apple lip balm. “It went great. Everyone was lovely, the filming got done quick and easy, the food was as amazing as ever, but...”

Harry had trailed over to the front of the bed, falling onto his knees and then hands, crawling across the mattress until he was hovering over her with arms propped on either side of her head and knees straddling her hips. He’d pressed a delicate kiss to the center of her forehead, leaning down to nudge her nose with his. “...I missed you.”

Y/N cocked her head back to lock eyes with her boyfriend, his smile contagious. “Well, I missed my Vans.”

Harry had broken into an amused snort, shaking his head lightly as he speckled pecks all over her face. His tone was dramatic and full of pretend anguish. “My poor heart!”

She was reduced to a giggling mess as she wrapped her arms securely around his neck, his own arms weaving their way between the bed and her lower back to keep her trapped as his mouth brushed across every tickle spot he’d learned like the back of his hand.

Harry had pulled back from his little attack, grinning ear to ear with his dimples on full display. He’d balanced himself on his elbows, fingers reaching up to tuck her unkempt hair out of her face.

They’d laid like that for a moment; Harry snuggled between her legs, irises flickering over the tiny details of her face, taking her in. The way her lips were lightly chapped, her cheeks warmer than usual, her chest heaving and neck flexing with every breath she’d gulp down. The way her eyes were bright, almost as if infused with literal starlight. The way her hands were gripping at his wrists gently and the way she kept glancing down at his mouth, inviting it to meet her’s.

“Y’know what I’ve been thinking about all fucking day?” His voice had been soft— barely above a mumble— but filled with a type of desperate conviction that she rarely saw in him.

“Mm?” Her fingers had tightened around his wrists curiously.

He’d taken in a shaky breath, letting it out slowly in such a way that it rattled his lungs. His tongue had peeked out to swipe across his bottom lip, which had then pursed with his top one in anticipation.

“Been thinking about eating you out for hours.”

Y/N’s heart had tripped a step at his confession, which had come out as a sigh of needy pleading. 

“Yeah?”

Harry had nodded his head sluggishly, leaning forward to lightly touch his lips to her Cupid’s Bow. The warmth of his words traced the outline of her mouth suggestively, sending a shiver racing down the knobs of her spine. “All fucking day, baby. Spent every second on that plane thinking about how sweet you’d taste on my tongue and how good it’d feel to have you dripping down my chin.”

One of Y/N’s hands had left its spot, opting for tracing his top lip with its fingers instead. “For hours?”

Harry had nodded almost feverishly, a small whimper stringing at the back of his throat at the sensation of the ridges of her skin passing over his. “Just been craving you a bit extra, lately. Was practically running through the airport to get here.”

She’d release small laugh in the form of a scoff, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. “I thought we’d go out to dinner first or something and save this for later, but if you really need it that bad...”

“Fuck, minx, I need it so fucking bad.”

Harry had left no time for her to think it over twice, pushing back to sit on his heels and tugging the tie of her bathrobe loose. “Jesus Christ...”

Y/N had prepared for the occasion.

In the short time he’d been away, she’d gone shopping at a mall near the hotel. She hadn’t really gone with the intent of purchasing anything, but then she ran into a specific set of lingerie that she just couldn’t pass up.

It was bright red lace, the fabric littered with glitter. It came with a bra (which had a bow over the middle of each cup and one at the center of the piece, which could be undone to remove the article from the front) and a pair of high-waisted cheeky panties with matching garters that fit perfectly mid-thigh.  

Y/N could practically see Harry’s mouth watering as he had blinked at her a few times, utterly dumbfounded, mouth slightly parted. A hue as red as her undies had crawled up his neck and spilled across his cheeks, as well as the shells of his ears and the tip of his button nose.

“I was saving it for later.” She’d murmured softly, keeping her vision trained on his face, drinking up every twitch and jolt of his expression and letting it overflow her ego. She had spread her legs, hooking them over the back of each of his knees as she sunk further into the sheets, allowing her plush robe to skim down her upper arms. “But you can tear it off now, if you want.”

And that brings her to where she is now, with her head thrown back against the mound of expensive feather pillows, fingers woven into Harry’s damp curls as she bucks against his face, his forearms draped over her outer thighs to keep her pinned down to the mattress.

“Fucking hell, Har, please just let me cum.”

When he said for hours, she thought he’d meant it hyperbolically.

“Stay still.” His voice is low and raspy, thick with lust and drunk on her taste.

She thought it would’ve been maybe twenty minutes— forty, tops— but those minutes had turned to an hour, and that hour into two. The first hour he’d spent biting into her inner thighs and tonguing her over the lace panties, only removing them after they were embarrassingly drenched (and with his teeth, of course). The last hour had been him nose-deep between her thighs, fingers working into her thoroughly as he lapped at her folds like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.” Harry pulls back a bit, lips, dimples, and the point of his nose gleaming with her excitement. He messily drags his knuckles up her pulsing clit, trying to clean her up a bit so he can get in further without feeling suffocated.

The milky liquid coats the back of his hand generously, dripping down onto his fingers and smearing across the soaked sheets. He glimpses down at it, instinctively bringing it up to his mouth and licking every drop off his knuckles. His tongue passes over his skin and between his fingers, eyes flickering upwards to lock onto her’s. His irises glitter with a form of self-satisfied snarkiness, glittering with different tones of green, light blue, and crystal amber in the deeper crevices.

Harry pushes his first two digits entirely past his lips, lids fluttering shut as he inhales a quaking sigh through his nose, humming a moan in the back of his throat. His words are muffled over his full mouth, but passable nonetheless. “Shit, you taste so bloody sweet.”

Her whole body caves upwards, thighs clenching and heels digging into the bed. Her voice is broken and whiney. “Wanna cum so bad.”

“I know y’do, darling. I know.” He pulls out with a wet pop, licking over his swollen lips and glistening chin. “But I’m just having too much fun. Just a little longer, I promise.”

Harry’s large hands cup over her quivering outer thighs, yanking her back towards his face. He picks up again with tiny puppy licks across the sensitive bud at the center of her folds, hips absentmindedly grinding into the bed to ease the radiating ache itching the underside of his balls.

Y/N tugs harder at his sun-kissed curls, feeling him hiss against her— the vibrations cause her knees to twitch. “I c-can’t hold off anymore...”

The pads of his digits bruise her skin. “Y’can— know y’can. If you want me to fuck you tonight, you better.”  

Harry flattens his tongue out across the thickest part of her crotch, turning his face slowly from side to side as his fingers gently curl inside her, brushing against her tightening walls and resulting in a shattered whimper straining her throat. “That’s a good girl, hm? Love the sounds you make for me— they’re so fucking pretty. Love the way I make you squeal.”

Y/N’s words choke out in sputters, interrupted by abrupt breaths she can’t help but inhale. “Feels—so good— fuck—!”

“Such a darling little thing, aren’t you?” Harry looks up at her from underneath his thick lashes and cockily furrowed brows, the edges of his lips peeking up in a smug simper from between her legs. “Bought yourself something nice for me to fuck you in and thought you could go prancing around in it all night without me knowing until we got back.”

“Wanted it to be a s-surprise.”

“Yeah? Well, I’ve got a surprise for you, too.”

Harry backs away from her slightly with a final rough lick, removing his fingers from inside her and sloppily wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He reaches over her left hip, hooking the ruined panties with his index finger and holding them up above her abdomen for her to see. A certain mischievous glossiness washes across his darkened eyes.

“You’re going to put these back on and spend the entire night in them. Want you sitting at dinner in the mess you made, thinking about how hard I’m gonna pound you when we get back.”

[faggyfemboyfrog]

nights in hell feel different by a.s (@faggyfemboyfrog)

a oneshot based on a canon roleplay w/ @davedrawsdicks

cw: one-sided pining, sexual themes such as: masturbation, vivid descriptions of sexual fantasies, and sexual dreams, strong language and mild and/or brief mention of drug use ─ reader discretion is advised, and no minors are encouraged to read this.

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Night in hell feels a little bit different now, if Andreas was being honest. And he was, because nothing felt the same anymore. Not since that beautiful blonde fell from the heavens for God-knows-why. He didn't even care, he couldn't care any less. His nights used to be spent out late, at the bar or a club with a few other demon-colleagues. The smell of arousal and the feeling of a white powdery substance clinging to his right nostril was always prevalent in his many rowdy nights.

Now, the tall entity lay on his couch whilst the fallen angel rested, nestled in his sheets. He wondered, if maybe Louis smelled the scent of his cologne on the pillows mingled with musk and nicotine. Did he snuggle into the scent, or did he cringe? Did it feel like home to him, like it's where he belonged? This was silly, yes, but Louis had been living with Andreas for months now. Never before had the demon been put to the test... never had he have to wait or pursue another correctly.

But here he was, his heart palpitating against his chest in thought. If he listened close enough, he could hear the little shuffles of the small male's legs searching for cool sheets. He was picking up on the smallest of movements, the tiniest of looks ─ he was obsessed it seemed. Andreas didn't want it to be that way, but he couldn't help it. He was living his life and then the angel practically fell into it. Now every day revolved around him.

Some nights the taller of the two wished he could ask to share the bed, not to make a move but to be close. He had been ever so slightly introducing more touch between he and Louis, but was trying to be respectful of boundaries. Now he could casually wrap his arm protectively around his angel, although he copped little mentions of being a bit possessive by fellow coworkers who he vented to from time to time. Still, he didn't have the guts to ask to share the bed. He could say it was because the couch hurt his back, because it did, but he was scared.

Demons, they were monsters right? And he's an angel, fallen or not. Andreas couldn't hide from the fact that Louis brought out unthinkable urges within him, and sleep next to him would make matters worse. All he needed was a stiffy first thing in the morning ─ as if he didn't deal with that enough. He hated the way Louis controlled his body inevitably and without even knowing it. The smallest things made his stomach drop. His smiles, his giggles, the way his wings contrasted against his own and the feathers had a glimmer of sparkle in Hell's light. The way he cuddled their pet rabbit, Despair, and the way he couldn't not want to save any and all hell-creatures he passed on the walks home from work together.

Then, there were the less adorable and more tempting things. Andreas was certain these things were not on purpose, but he couldn't help but feel completely and utterly teased ─ pushed the peaks of sexual frustration. Things like how comfortable Louis was able to be while dressing “feminine” and the way he looked in things like skirts and dresses, knee socks and thigh garters, all of it. The way he looked when he was concentrating, especially if he didn't understand the concept of something but was trying his upmost hardest to understand. It was the way his eyes were focused and the way his lips were persed or bitten whilst he listened attentively.

Andreas had a habit of staring. When Louis bent over, when he walked around normally, little peeks from the couch as Louis took a late night showers and hurried back to the taller's room in a big and fluffy towel. He wondered if the angel noticed, or if he was getting by with sneaking longing glances. The demon hadn't slept around since the night before the angel had arrived, that was how concentrated Louis had Andreas on the prize. The prize. He really couldn't find time to mess around, not when he was trying his best to be a good friend and potential boyfriend candidate.

It was easy to assume, Andreas was pent up. His lower stomach was heated and churning just at the thought of the other, feeling the tension take on his body and more importantly focusing directly on his lower half. ‘Come on, not now.’ He thinks to himself as he's draped over the sofa, a throw blanket pulled into his lap. He hears the faint snores of the angel in the next room and sighs, tilting his head back and letting the soft glow of the television run over his skin, his hand slowly slinking down his frame in self-defeat.

Andreas always felt the smallest bit of guilt, feeling terrible for the way he viewed Louis and without his permission ─ it had never been an issue, ever. He'd never cared. But now, now he felt bad for the way his began to slowly trail his finger tips over the waistband of his sweatpants. The way his breath hitched and his eyes closed when his head was tilted back was anything but holy, especially when his hands dipped into the fabric and underneath the soft boxers.

The amount of times the demon relieved himself to the perverted thoughts he harbored towards Louis, was too many to count. The amount of methods he used was limitless: biting onto a shirt that smelled like him, using said same shirt as a barrier between his hand and his length, grinding ─ humping the very pillow the blonde drenched his scent in before washing it for laundry day. A pervert? Most definitely. But only so perverted for him. A part of him wished Louis noticed, but he knew he'd be embarrassed.

“A-Ah~” He doesn't even notice he's touching himself while in such a trance thinking of Louis, until he's bucking his hips up to meet his fist. Shit. That was how easy it was for him to mindlessly become a mess for the blonde. He shivered and shook, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through him and the churning and tightness in his lower stomach. He sunk into the hoodie on his upper half, still smelling of the blonde who had borrowed it the night prior, inhaling softly as his hips thrusted and fist pumped. Fantasies roamed his mind, ones of complete possession and control over the other.

His hand gripping the sheets mocked how he wished he could gently squeeze at the Angel's neck, mouth hungry to capture the other's lips. He had the sweetest little figure, petite, doll-like. He was a beautiful male and he knew it, it was apparent in every way he walked. His hips swiveled in enticing ways that Andreas couldn't correctly impersonate in his mind. The way the taller could invision every little recoil in whimper was too vivid for when himself to handle, and he knew that because after just minutes of mentally fucking Louis's brains out ─ he came.

The tension slowly subsides but the mess doesn't, leaving the panting and tired demon to bend his neck to examine the puddle of slick before tiredly throwing it back in post-orgasm fatigue. His cock twitched and pulsed, before after nearly twenty minutes, it softens and is tucked back into the loose fitting boxers where it belongs. Andreas finally lifts his head, being careful as he gets up to not make much a noise. His fingers wipe at the sticky mess on his toned torso, covering his long fingers in the ropes of cum much to his disapproval. Gross. He hates the aftermath... well... his own, anyway.

He toddled to the bathroom, passing the open door to his room where the angel slept. He paused in front of the doorway, trying his best to make out the frame of Louis in the bed ─ however unable because of the dark. He shook his head before looking to his hands and going to the bathroom to rinse and wash, wiping his hands on a clean cloth and opening the door. Although, he could have sworn he'd seen Louis for a split second jump into the bed. The demon ignores this, maybe Louis had to use the bathroom.

[mikeisthricedeceased]

Big Shot 2

Maxwell Lord x OC

This is a part 2, so if you want to read Part 1 first, there’s the link!

Warnings: Smut 18+, D/s, sub!Maxwell, Mommy kink, praise kink, bondage, slapping, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, choking, some humiliation, spitting, cum eating, aftercare

Word Count: ~5.6k (bruh)

A/N: Part two of that Maxwell Mommy kink thing inspired by a few asks that @zeldasayer got a little while ago. Sorry this part took so long, I’m a big dumb who can’t write.

Summary: After what happened in his office, Maxwell finally reaches out to Beth for a followup. Things get pretty intense.

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Maxwell knocked at the front door, looking down at his watch to make sure it was exactly eight o’clock.

There was a brief pause before the door swung open, revealing a blonde woman in a dark satin robe, stockings, and heels.

He gave her a smooth grin. “Ms. Lancaster. Or is it Madame Minx?”

Beth pursed her lips, eyes trailing down and back up his frame. “Took you long enough,” she said, turning away and walking back inside, leaving the door hanging open for him.

His jaw clenched as he stepped inside, trying to ignore the immediate wave of anger at her utter dismissal of him. He eased the door shut behind him and followed her retreating figure.

“I’m on time, I can assure you of that,” he snapped.

She stopped at a door, raising an eyebrow at him. “I wasn’t talking about tonight, Maxwell.”

He instinctively tensed, nostrils flaring. “What exactly are you referring to, if not tonight?”

Her slow smile was positively feline. “I meant the amount of time you made me wait while you finally grew the balls to come seek me out after that morning in your office. I was beginning to worry about you.”

His hands balled into fists as she pulled the door open and gestured for him to enter. He held her gaze, glaring while he walked into the dim room.

He turned to take in the space as she shut the door behind them.

The room was a deep purple, the floor covered in what seemed like a dense foam material. 

There was a large bed outfitted with rings all along the headboard and footboard, as well as a sturdy, barred canopy that almost reached the ceiling. Various forms of what seemed like seating furniture were spread out within the space, each with its own set of attachments. A massive X was up against one wall. There was a section of wall that was mounted with different tools, from spreader bars to floggers to canes. The most ordinary things in the room was a set of cabinets and the small clothes hamper beside them.

Maxwell’s mouth went a little dry as his eyes roamed over everything. “How do we begin this?”

Beth loosened the tie on her robe, which he now realized matched the walls perfectly. “When we enter this room, you can assume that the scene is beginning. I expect you to undress fully and fold or hang your clothes before putting them in the armoire. We agreed that the safeword is ‘zebra’.” 

He turned on her. “You want me naked before we’ve even done anything?” he asked, exasperated.

“I do.” She slipped the robe off and hung it on a small hook by the armoire. She faced him in a black lace bustier, silk panties and a garter belt that held up her stockings. “Will that be an issue, Maxwell?”

He let his gaze wander all over her, his breath coming a little quicker. “I’d rather start things off where we left them last time.”

She took a moment to consider him. “Very well. But only this once, since it’s our first real scene. If you want to keep doing this, you’ll follow my rules.”

“Of course, Madame Minx,” he said, a sly grin on his face.

“That’s five,” she told him, strolling over to grab his tie. She tugged him toward the wall of tools.

“Five what?” he growled, almost losing his footing at a sudden yank.

She looked over her selection. “Five spanks,” she said simply, pulling down a set of stiff leather cuffs and leading him over to a seat.

His eyes widened. “You plan to spank me? For what?”

She pulled him around so that he was in front of her, face to face, his tie still wrapped up in her fist. “For refusing to address your Mommy properly. Now sit,” she commanded, giving him a rough shove.

He caught himself on the chair behind him, scowling at her. “Fucking bitch.”

Her brows lifted. “We’ll call that ten more.”

“You can’t just—”

“Sit,” she snapped, her tone shifting from neutral to pure authority.

His ass hit the seat so suddenly that it shocked him.

A slow smile. “Better.”

The chair had a back but no arms. He wasn’t sure if that meant his hands would be free this time around, or if those cuffs would come into play.

He got his answer when she held out a hand, gesturing for him to hold his up.

“These may ruin your sleeves,” she warned flatly.

“I don’t care.”

Beth nodded, taking his left hand and quickly tightening the cuff around his wrist before doing the same to his right. She brought each of his hands down to hang at his sides and hooked the cuffs into small loops that adorned either side of it, making him unable to lift his hands from his sides so they just hung awkwardly while he sat.

She crouched in front of him and fastened a strap around each ankle, before moving up and fastening two more around his upper calves.

Once she was done, she stood up and surveyed her work. “Lift your arms,” she said.

He pulled at the cuffs, but they held fast.

“Close your legs.”

He looked down at them as his thighs flexed, the straps digging into him. They didn’t budge.

She grinned in satisfaction. “Perfect.” Taking a step closer, she grasped his tie and pulled him forward as she bent at the waist. “You’ve been very naughty this evening, Maxwell. You know Mommy doesn’t like naughty boys. Are you going to be good now, sweetie?”

He scoffed, but his nerves were on edge. “Is this really—”

She slapped him hard across the face, enough to leave him dazed for a moment as she took hold of his chin. “Are you going to be good for Mommy, Maxwell? Or does she need to spank you five more times for backtalk?”

His cock jumped in his pants as his vision slowly refocused. He blinked up at her and nodded.

Another hard slap, this time on his other cheek and he felt his eyes sting.

“You need to use your words. Will you be good, or will Mommy need to add to your spanking?” she asked, her hold on his chin tightening.

He was painfully erect. “I’ll be good, Mommy,” he groaned.

She gently cupped one of his reddening cheeks. “That’s good. Mommy just wants to take care of her sweet boy.”

He stared at her face with hooded eyes as she carefully slipped his necktie from the collar of his shirt. She really was something to behold, an undeniable gleam of authority in her hazel eyes, the set of her plush lips making them seem always on the verge of a biting smile or a disapproving sneer. Her hair, left loose to frame her face and flow down around her neck and shoulders, was the sort of sun-warmed blonde that was near impossible to replicate, even with help from the best colorist.

He was vaguely aware of her fingers working their way down the buttons of his waistcoat.

Her perfume was something subtle but fiery, leaving him feeling like he’d just downed a glass of strong scotch that only hit when he swallowed. Cool fingertips on his bare chest made him look down.

She’d unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt. His dress shirt was untucked and spread open wide.

Maxwell became aware of a low sound, only to realize that it was his own moan as she dragged her fingers over his bare skin.

“You like that, sweetie?” she cooed.

He leaned his head back, breath hitching slightly. “Yes, Mommy.”

Beth’s mouth curved into a smooth smile and she dropped her hands down to his belt.

He tried to shift his hips closer to her, the awkward set of his arms and the restraints around his legs working against him. “Please, Mommy,” he groaned.

The sound of leather sliding free of his trousers made heat travel to both his face and crotch.

“What do you need, baby?” she asked, slowly pulling down the zipper of his fly.

“You, Mommy.” He licked his lips, chest heaving. “Please touch me. Touch me, Mommy.”

Her soft, lilting laugh made a shiver run down his spine. “I will, sweetie. Mommy’s gonna have her hands all over you.” She hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxer briefs, dragging it down to reveal his cock, precum already forming a bead at the tip.

“Don’t leave me again, Mommy,” he whined softly. “Please stay.”

She wound her fingers into his hair, bringing her lips to his jaw and nipping lightly. “I’m not going anywhere until I’m done with you, sweetie.” One hand slid up his thigh, coming agonizingly close to his weeping cock. “Mommy is gonna take such good care of you. Gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

He moaned, squirming in his seat as she slowly rose back up in front of him, her hands leaving him. He watched her return to the wall of tools and toys, his lips parted and eyes wide with anticipation.

She pulled down another set of leather cuffs, as well as a riding crop.

“Yes, Mommy,” he said, trying to straighten up at the sight of the riding crop, “yes, please!”

Giving him a small smile, she set the crop and cuffs down on a bench. “Oh, Maxwell. You’ll have to get out of that suit before we can play with all of this. You want to feel it, don’t you?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Please, Mommy.”

Beth strode back to him, a hand sliding up into his hair as she bent to press a slow, soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re my good boy,” she whispered. “I’m gonna take these cuffs off of you for a bit so I can help you out of these clothes. Then, we’re gonna go over to that big cross for a while.” Her lips brushed over his ear before she nipped his earlobe. “After that, Mommy’s taking you to the bed.”

Eyes sliding closed, he let out a moan. His thighs tensed and his cock throbbed hard at the thought of what she might do to him.

She freed him of his restraints quickly, getting his dress shoes and socks out of the way as well, and pulled him up to his feet. He swayed slightly, dazed eyes following her as she moved around him. She guided his suit jacket, waistcoat, and shirt off all together, the fabric landing in a rumpled pile behind him.

She grasped his trousers by their waistband and dragged them down his legs, quickly followed by his underwear.

“I would normally punish you for letting your clothes be ruined like this, Maxwell. I want you to remember that. Mommy wants you looking presentable after we play.” She delicately brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “But this is a special occasion, hm?”

He blinked slowly at her, gaze lowering to her mouth for a moment. “Yes, Mommy,” he murmured.

Taking a step back, she smiled at him and gathered up the first set of cuffs.

He held his hands out eagerly as she returned to him, a thrill running through him as she tightened them around his wrists once again.

The second set of cuffs came next and were secured around his ankles.

She knelt down to put them on him and his breath caught when she looked up at him. Her grin was deliciously cruel as she gripped his thighs and slowly stood. The head of his cock caught the front of her bustier, just between her breasts, and he let out a gasp that turned into a high keen when it continued to drag all the way down her front until she was standing before him.

“So sensitive,” she said, a finger tracing his jaw as she gave a wicked smirk. “Go stand with your back against the cross, sweetie.”

He did as she said, feeling so much more vulnerable now that he was completely naked in front of her. Embarrassment burned up his neck and face as he stood in front of the big X, fists clenching and unclenching as he resisted the urge to touch himself.

She lifted his hands up and spread them, clasping the cuffs onto the X. Spreading his legs open as well, she secured them in place and picked up the riding crop.

When she stood there for a moment, just observing him, twirling the crop in her grip, he felt something in him twist.

She held the crop out, tracing it across his collarbones and making him tense.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Maxwell?” she asked, head tilted.

He nodded, trying to shift his stance as the crop brushed down his chest. “Yes, Mommy.”

“You want to make Mommy happy?”

The crop slid down his outer thigh.

“Always, Mommy.” He pulled at the cuffs around his wrists. “Please touch me,” he whined.

The crop snapped high on his inner thigh and he let out a hiss. It didn’t hurt much, but it woke his nerves.

“Patience, baby. Mommy said she’s gonna take care of you, and this is part of it,” she assured, smoothing the leather over the spot she’d hit.

The leather struck his other thigh before she pressed it teasingly against his balls, drawing a strangled moan out of him as his body strained. She watched a drop of precum slide slowly from the head of his cock while she pulled the crop away from him.

She brought the leather up to one of his wrists and brushed it down his forearm to his elbow, not putting any pressure behind it. Dragging it from his elbow to his underarm, she placed a quick smack to the inside of his upper arm, making him jolt and bringing a smile to her face.

His muscles jumped and twitched as the leather delicately glided down his side. He bit his lip, hand curling into a fist at the overwhelming sensitivity. When the crop left again only to appear at his other wrist to begin the process on the other side of his body, he couldn’t hold in his whimper.

She worked him over slowly, snapping the crop against his skin until his whole body was buzzing with overstimulation. He was a live wire.

She pressed the leather under his chin and stepped close enough for him to feel the warmth of her body. “Are you ready to be taken to bed, Maxwell? Are you ready for Mommy to use you?”

Eager eyes stinging with the threat of tears, he nodded.

He flinched as she suddenly spat in his face, his eyes going wide.

“I need to hear you,” she said, voice hard.

Squirming slightly, the spit sliding down his cheek, he let out a quiet “Yes, Mommy.”

Humming lightly, Beth carefully unhooked the cuffs from where they attached to the X, but left the cuffs themselves on.

They moved over to the large bed, riding crop left on a bench near the X.

She stood next to the bed and met his gaze. “Lay down in the middle, face up and spread eagle.”

He crawled up onto the bed, glancing at her to make sure he was doing everything correctly, heart hammering with excitement and apprehension. He watched her walk around the bed, fastening his limbs to the frame so that he couldn’t go anywhere.

Breathing heavily, he held her gaze before he saw her thumbs hook into the waistband of her panties and he suddenly noticed that she wore them over the garter belt and stockings. She slid the underwear down her legs and let it drop to the floor, leaving her still mostly covered except for her slick cunt.

“Mommy,” he groaned as she crawled onto the bed with him.

Her soft chuckle made his chest ache. “I’m here, sweetie.” She trailed featherlight touches along his lower stomach, following the path of hair there. “You want Mommy to play with your big cock, don’t you?”

He shifted his hips to try to get her hand where he wanted it, eyes screwing shut. “Yes, please, Mommy.”

She was so close to his heavy, painfully hard length. But, her hand disappeared and he let out a loud whine at the loss.

The weight on the bed shifted and she was straddling him, her slick heat parted against the underside of his cock.

He felt lightheaded at the glorious warmth of her.

She slowly rocked herself along his length, earning high, choked sounds from the back of his throat. Leaning over him, she whispered in his ear. “You’re not allowed to come while Mommy is using you, Maxwell. If you do, you’ll get spanked twice as many times. But, if you’re a good boy who can hold it back, I promise you’ll get a very special reward before we’re all done tonight. Do you understand all that, baby?”

A hot tear escaped from the corner of his eye. “I understand, Mommy,” he said weakly. He hurt with how much he needed release, but he wanted to be her good boy.

She rose back up over him, palms running down his chest. “Sweet boy.”

Looking down between them, she grasped his throbbing cock and ran the head of it through her folds, her hips tilting so that it brushed her clit. She bit her lip lightly and glanced up at Maxwell. His eyes were shut tight, body tense with restraint.

“Watch,” she commanded.

He forced his burning eyes open, face hot. Letting his gaze drop down, he watched as she brought the tip of him to her entrance and slowly sank down onto him.

It took everything in him not to close his eyes and throw his head back at the feeling or just come undone at the sight of his cock disappearing in her warm, velvety pussy.

When she fully surrounded him, he let out a desperate groan while she huffed a satisfied sigh. One of her hands braced on the mattress, right at his side, and the other settled around him throat with barely-there pressure.

Her thumb traced his Adam’s apple as she rose up and sank back down again. She leaned down to press a kiss to his chest. “You feel so good, baby,” she murmured against his skin. The kiss became a nip as she brought her hips down a little harder on him.

He made a small, choked off noise. “Mommy,” he ground out.

Her fingers tightened around his neck as she ran her mouth over his chest and up to his shoulder. “You’ll stay still for me, won’t you, sweetie?” she asked softly.

“Yes, Mommy. Any—anything for you,” he gasped.

“So good,” she praised, adjusting the arm that she braced herself with. She shifted the hand around his throat for a better grip and slammed her hips down onto his as she bit down on the meat of his shoulder.

He let out a startled cry that turned into strangled near-sobs as she kept a fast, brutal pace.

His balls ached with need, his cock overwhelmed by the intense friction created with the slight changes in angle she made as she chased her own release. His skin felt too tight as she sank her teeth into him, squeezing her fingers around the sides of his neck until his eyes lost focus.

She let her grip loosen a bit, enough for the world to sharpen and for him to see her clearly, riding him hard. There was a warm blush along the top of her chest, breasts almost spilling free of the bustier, her hair just barely losing its loose styling, eyes hard as they caught his gaze, lips parted. There was such power in the way she held herself.

He felt his balls tighten and he forced his eyes closed, throwing his head back. “Please, Mommy! I can’t keep—I’m gonna—” he whined brokenly.

Her grip on his throat tightened again and she leaned harder into him. “No,” she growled. “You’re going to hold it.”

“I can’t, Mommy,” he sobbed, tugging at the restraints as he trembled beneath her. “Please! I can’t!”

“You will.”

His whole body tensed up as he tried desperately to keep himself from letting go. It was torture. Horrible, blissful torture.

He bit down hard on his lip as her pace faltered and she ground down against him, her pussy clenching around his throbbing cock as she tilted her hips to drag her clit along his length. 

Her breathy moan of his name as she came left him feeling shattered.

When she slipped off of him, he let out a pitiful whine, brows furrowed with the strain of controlling himself.

He felt hot, so hot that he could hardly stand it.

“Good boy,” she panted, combing a hand through his messy hair. “That’s Mommy’s good boy.”

He couldn’t form a response, only able to focus on steadying his breathing.

She let him lay there a few moments to recover as she slid off the bed and made her way over to one of the cabinets.

He looked down at himself while he was laying there, craning his neck to see how his cock glistened with her arousal. He could feel it gathering at the base and sliding down his balls. Letting his head fall back, he bit back a groan.

Beth returned and he offered a tired smile.

She returned it, but he caught the dangerous glint in her eyes. “You did such a good job, Maxwell.” A hand rested lightly on his thigh. “But you were being very bad when things got started tonight. Mommy has to spank you for being bad, baby.”

A sound caught in his throat and he pulled at his cuffs, eyes starting to well back up. “Mommy, please—”

Her nails dug into his thigh. “Don’t argue. I am going to spank you fifteen times, and you are going to count them aloud for me.”

His face flushed in frustration. She had told him he’d get a reward if he was good, which he had been. But now she wanted to punish him?

She brought her face close to his. “I promised I’d make you feel good, baby, but we have to get this spanking out of the way. It’ll all be worth it,” she told him. He saw her gaze trail down to his lips before returning to his eyes. “It’ll be worth it.”

He wanted to taste her mouth. He wanted to taste any of her.

She straightened up and showed him what she’d gotten out of the cabinet. A silicon cockring. “I don’t want you making a mess of yourself while you’re counting. It would ruin my rhythm and make your reward afterward pointless.”

She slid it over the head of his cock and he watched, shaking, as she worked it down to the base.

Then, she removed his cuffs, fingertips gently tracing the red marks left behind on his wrists and ankles, and kneading the ache from his shoulders. His whole body still tingled, alive with sensation, but the only ache he still felt was in his stiff cock.

She pulled him up off the bed with her and led him over to one of the many benches, this one looking the most like an ordinary cushioned bench, with only a few little ring attachments.

“Kneel down and lean over this. Make sure you keep your chest flat across the surface. You can grip the legs to steady yourself.”

He got down and did as she said, looking up when he felt he was positioned how she wanted. He got a small nod from her as she walked closer and smoothed a hand down his spine.

“I want you to count each spank aloud, as clearly as you can. There will be fifteen total and they will get harder as we go. Do you understand, Maxwell?”

He tried to calm his breathing as he nodded. “Yes, Mommy.”

“Good.”

He listened to her walk behind him, her heels making an odd sound on the dense foam of the floor, and braced himself.

The first smack made his skin burn and forced a gasp out of him. “One.”

He grit his teeth in preparation for the next one, but still couldn’t keep from grunting at the impact. “Two.”

“Three” and “Four” were much the same, but “Five!” was the increase, the shock of a higher intensity that made his breaths come a little faster.

He was gripping the legs of the bench hard by the time they reached ten, his thighs flexing as the force of the spanks rocked him hard against the edge of the seat.

“Twelve,” he ground out, fresh sweat glistening across his back.

His skin was sticking to the leather cushion. “Thirteen.”

“Fo—Fourteen!” She’d caught him on an inhale, making him choke on the number.

He went limp after a biting “Fifteen,” his legs trembling as he huffed across the leather surface, his ass somehow feeling like it was both numb and stinging.

Careful hands smoothed over hot skin as she knelt down behind him. “You took that so well, baby. You’ve been so good for Mommy.”

He shivered at the praise, cock jumping where it hung heavy between his legs.

“Can you stand up, baby?”

Shifting his legs, he tried to get his feet under him, but the trembling just intensified and he fell back to his knees. “I can’t,” he grunted, tears of frustration burning his eyes.

Her hand moved up his back soothingly. “That’s alright. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Let’s just scoot around so you aren’t laying longways and up so high on your knees.” She wrapped an arm around him and helped with the switch in position. He ended up with his chest and head resting on the cushion, slumped over it in a more comfortable way, his knees spread a little wider to change how his weight was distributed across his legs and so he was lower to the floor.

“Better?” she asked softly, kissing up his back.

A low hum rose out of his chest. “Yes, Mommy.”

One of her hands reached down between his legs and he jolted with the contact as she slipped the cockring off. “Let Mommy take care of you, Maxwell,” she said, voice so gentle it sent a shiver through him. Her hand wrapped around his aching cock, still covered in her slick.

“Please, Mommy,” he moaned, bucking up into her hand.

A light grip on his hip stilled him as she stroked, squeezing when she neared the head. “I’ve got you, baby. Come for me,” she whispered, pressing herself against his back. “I’ve got you.”

The hand on his hip slid up and flattened on his chest.

“My sweet boy,” Beth hummed, twisting her grip on him.

He panted, burying his face in the bench’s leather cushion, brow furrowing as she brought him right back to the edge.

After being denied for so long, he came almost embarrassingly fast. “Mommy,” he moaned, dragging the name out as pleasure rolling through him, making him shudder.

She didn’t take her hand away once the shuddering eased, continuing to stroke him instead.

He winced from the sensitivity, trying to squirm away. “Mommy, I—”

“Another,” she demanded quietly. “I’ll decide when to stop.”

Reaching to let his fingers curl around the edge of the seat, he let out a whine as he started to harden in her hand.

“That’s it, sweetie. Mommy wants to make you feel good.” She shuffled closer to him, breasts against his back, the clasps of her garter belt pressing into the tender flesh of his ass and making him whimper.

The pain of sensitivity blended into pleasure and it was hard not to thrust himself in her grasp. She stroked him harder, faster, until he was moaning into the cushion, stomach tightening.

“Please,” he whined. “Please, Mommy. I’m so—I’m so fucking close, Mommy.”

Digging her nails in, she scratched down his chest, forcing a hiss out of him. “Such bad words, Maxwell. Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” he cried out, “please, Mommy. I’m sorry. Please don’t stop. It’s so good, Mommy.”

The hand on his chest dropped down and grabbed his balls.

A gasp tore out of him as she squeezed, forcing him over the edge again so suddenly that all he could manage was a high pitched cry of pleasure.

She didn’t slow down, didn’t give him time to soften at all before she was building him back up.

His knuckles turned white around the edge of the seat as pain throbbed through his cock.

“I can’t take it, Mommy!” he whined. “Please, it hurts. It’s too much!”

She tightened her grasp on his cock, massaging his balls in her hand. “One more, baby. Give Mommy one more.”

He whimpered, stomach twisting up in pain and pleasure. “P—Please, Mommy,” he begged.

Tears burned hot on his face, the last orgasm ripping through him with a loud keen that became breathless sobbing as she let him come down slowly, his body shaking from the overstimulation.

The mess of his cum was everywhere. It was on her hands, his cock, his stomach and thighs, the floor between his legs, and slowly dripping down his balls.

She sat back, drawing her hands away from him, and got to her feet. “Head up, Maxwell.”

He slowly raised his head, feeling like a bowling ball had replaced his skull as he looked up at her.

She sat lightly on the bench and showed him her hands, his cum clinging to her fingers. “Lick them clean,” she ordered.

He moved his face closer to her, resting his head on his arm as he opened his mouth.

She slid two fingers into his mouth and he groaned lowly, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. He did the same with her other fingers, his own salty bitterness clinging to his tastebuds as he stuck his tongue out to lick across her palms and the backs of her hands until there was nothing left.

She ran her knuckles over his cheek. “Good boy.”

He let his eyes slide shut at the caress.

Beth stood up and went back to the cabinet, pulling out a pack of wipes, a small towel and a bottle of lotion. Walking back to where Maxwell was slumped, she knelt beside him and started cleaning him up with the wipes. He shivered when the cool wipes touched his oversensitive cock, legs tensing slightly.

“Just relax,” she said softly.

When his cum was cleaned up, she set the wipes aside and brought the towel to his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead and ruffling through his hair, working her way down, drying his neck, chest, and back.

She dropped the towel next to the wipes and took the lotion next. “Lean forward a bit, sweetie. This will help with the sting,” she told him as she opened the cap.

She spread a generous amount of lotion over his ass, warming it in her hands before touching him. 

His mind drifted as she massaged the lotion into his skin. Her hands were so certain, practiced in this sort of care, molding him back toward some semblance of his usual self.

He just felt good when she was done.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, baby,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.

Giving a small, satisfied smile, he sat up a bit and looked at her.

She kept playing with his hair as she shifted his arm so that it fell to his side and only one remained draped over the seat. Then she shuffled closer and pulled his mouth to hers.

It was so soft, her lips warm and gentle against his.

His breath hitched when her tongue brushed his lower lip and he eagerly opened for her. The grip on his hair tightened every so slightly as her tongue met his. He pressed forward more, a low groan moving up from his chest.

She pulled back just enough to let their noses brush. “Such a sweet boy, aren’t you, Maxwell?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he breathed, trying to recapture her lips. 

She moved out of reach, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Maybe when we do this again,” she told him. Getting up off of the floor, she reached down to him with both hands. “Time to stand up, I’m afraid.”

He blinked up at her for a moment before taking her hands and putting his feet under him. She pulled him up and he swayed on wobbly legs.

“Just give it a second,” she said, holding him steady.

He gazed at her, a hand gripping her shoulder. “You’re nice like this,” he blurted.

Her eyebrows lifted as she carefully helped him over to his clothes. “I take this very seriously. I want to make sure you’re okay. And I tend to be fairly nurturing when I’m treated with respect.”

“But you left me last time,” he said, frowning slightly, pulling his underwear and trousers on.

She gave him a small smirk as she separated his dress shirt, waistcoat, and suit jacket. “You weren’t showing me any respect.”

“I should have,” he said softly, taking the shirt from her.

“Things are usually far more pleasant that way,” she told him. “But I can handle a touch of brattiness every so often. Plus, the spanking is fun.”

He offered a little grin. “It is.”

One brow arched up. “That’s not an excuse to start acting out all the time, Mr. Lord.”

His head tilted, that grin still there as he buttoned his shirt. “I like it better when you call me Maxwell, Ms. Lancaster.”

“And I prefer being called Beth, Maxwell,” she said, holding out his tie.

He nodded, grin widening a bit as he took it. “Alright. Beth, then.”

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