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borathae · 1 year

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↳ Index [Chapter 21 - Shed]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: this is carnal and raw thirst, Hard Dom!Yoongi, subbish!Reader, sub!Jungkook, this is monsterfucker smut jfadjsf because Yoongi is a whole fucking monster, he literally fucks her throat with his monster tongue (i will die on this hill), and he fucks Koo’s throat with his monster cock (another hill i will die on), he finally uses his strength on them, he pins her down, and holds Kook back from biting her, forced orgasms (OC & Koo receiving), multiple orgasms for all, blowjobs (Yoongi receiving), nipple play, sweaty!Yoongi who is a hardworking man, he is angry and they tell him to take it out on them, he does in a hot & consensual & monstrous kinda way, istfg i’m such a monsterfucker lmao help me, thighs, mutual masturbation between Koo & OC, he makes Kook fuck her doggy, Kook cums inside her multiple times, there is so much cum & spit & slick, creampies, squirting, cum eating, it’s nastayy besties, overstimulation (OC & Koo receiving), anal fingering (Koo receiving), spanking (OC receiving), choking (Koo receiving), degradation & praise (he calls them good girl/boy, but also pets & brats and babygirl/boy), sexy possessivness, bondage belts (she wears it), he straps a remote control vibrator to her so she has to cum whenever he wants her to, and fucks Kook’s ass to an orgasm, I’m so scared of him but in a horny way, i just love this trio

Wordcount: 13.4k

a/n: kitty wants cock, that’s all you gotta know

“___?”

You stir upon hearing your name, opening your eyes to Jungkook looking at you. At least you assume that he is. His features are behind a veil of darkness.

“Hm?”

“Yoongi is gone”, Jungkook is whispering, pulling his hand from your shoulder after having shook you awake softly.

“What?” you ask, sitting up slowly. You look around the attic, barely seeing anything.

“Yoongi’s missing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I woke up and he wasn’t here anymore. I think he left.”

“Do you think that he left to hurt Jimin?”

“I don’t know”, Jungkook sighs in defeat, “I seriously have no idea. What should we do?”

“Maybe we could look for him?”

“We could. I could go without you if you don’t want to get up.”

“No, I want to come with you. I can’t fall asleep again until I know that he is okay.”

The gaslamp flickers on. You blink to get used to the brightness, eyes locking with Jungkook a second later. His messy hair and puffy eyes let you know that he woke up recently as well.

“Should we go then?” he asks.

You nod your head, taking his hand so he can pull you to your feet.

You hurry downstairs together, calling out for Yoongi in whispers in order not to wake the rest of the house. You check your bedroom and Jungkook’s bedroom, but they are both empty. Jimin’s and Taehyung’s room is peaceful as you pass it, letting you know that Yoongi didn’t visit them. It reassured you.

“Where do you think he is?” you ask Jungkook after closing their bedroom door.

Jungkook begins sniffling loudly.

“I can smell him”, he says, “he was definitely here. I can smell his anger. It’s really strong.”

“Can you smell where he went to next?”

Jungkook sniffles.

“Downstairs. His scent’s leading that way”, he says and runs off.

You catch up with him once he is in the entry way downstairs.

“And?”

“He hurried through here. He wanted to flee from his feelings. I can smell it”, Jungkook says and hurries away as his nose guides him.

You follow him in quick steps, looking at the ground obsessively in order not to trip over something. You run into Jungkook in the kitchen.

“Sorry”, you gasp, holding his arm as you stumble back from the impact.

“You okay?” he asks mindlessly, busy with taking in the different scents. Food and potions. Their scents are potent and strong and cloud Jungkook’s senses. He flares his nostrils and inhales loudly. There it is. Yoongi’s upset smell. It burns in his nose and leaves him with a heavy lump in his throat.

“Can you smell something?”

“He was here. He went outside, his scent’s on the door handle”, he says and hurries to where Yoongi left.

You follow him, holding his arm.

“It’s remarkable how well your nose works. You could rival a dog.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse”, Jungkook says, holding the door open for you. He joins your side, inhaling deeply.

“And?”

“There’s too much going on. I can’t find him”, Jungkook says, covering his nose with his hand, “ah headache”, he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh no, Kookie”, you gasp, cupping his head to rub his temples, “are you okay?”

“No, I smelled too much. There’s so much going on. My head hurts”, he whines.

“No poor baby”, you whine, massaging him thoroughly, “does that help a little?”

“Yes, it feels good”, he says, leaning into your touch.

“Don’t overdo it, sweetie. I don’t want you to hurt”, you soothe him in a whisper.

“I know”, he sighs, “I’m sorry, I’m just so worried for him.”

“Me too”, you say, looking around the garden. It is empty and dark, except for one golden shimmer in the far back. You squint your eyes. Wait a minute. That’s where the shed is.

“Look”, you say, pointing at the shed, “the lights are on.”

Jungkook slips out of your touch, eyes following your line of sight and landing on the lit-up shed.

“It must be Yoongi.”

“Let’s check it out.”

You and Jungkook hold hands so you wouldn’t trip over something. Jungkook guides you, using his senses to scan the ground.

Loud hip hop music fills the air once you are close enough to the shed. It is aggressive and angry and a telltale sign that Yoongi was pissed.

The door to the shed opens easily. You and Jungkook slip inside.

“My love?”

“Hyung?”

Yoongi is staring at you with a deep frown on his face and sweat running down his body. He is gripping a hammer, having used it before to shape a piece of glowing metal. The forge is burning next to him, filling the room with stinging heat. That would explain why Yoongi was sweating so much.

“What do you want?” he asks you in a growl.

“We were worried for you.”

“I’m okay, just don’t come too close.”

“Are you dangerous?” you ask him.

“No, but there are sparks. You’ll burn yourselves”, he says and lowers his head back to the anvil. He lifts the hammer, striking the glowing rod with remarkable strength. Sparks of hot metal fly everywhere, covering the concrete ground.

You and Jungkook exchange a look. Yoongi moves harsh and fast and uses just enough of his strength to let you know that he was using the forging as a catalyst for his feelings. He is punishing the metal. Punishing it for the sins of another.

“What are you making?” you ask him.

Yoongi finishes the piece and cools it down in a sturdy bucket of water. The liquid bubbles and hisses, filling the room with steam.

“Parts for the device”, he says dryly, “I couldn’t sleep”, he adds and turns his back to you as he busies himself with the forge. He takes out the piece he has been heating up and turns back to the anvil.

The first strike is loud, cutting through the music and making you flinch. Truly, Yoongi doesn’t hold back as he bends the metal to his will. Each hit strikes upon the earth in anger.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks him.

Yoongi glances at him.

“Do I look okay?” he is harsh in his tone.

“No.”

“No, of course I don’t. If I don’t beat the shit outta that stupid metal, I’d go on a murder spree instead. Fuck”, Yoongi slams the hammer down, making the metal sing in fearful surprise, “I’m so fucking angry”, he spits as he hits the metal repeatedly.

He straightens up, sticking the finished rod into the bucket of water. It sizzles and hisses. He looks at you and Jungkook.

“I haven’t felt that angry ever since the winter of 1989 when Namjoon killed someone very goddamn fucking dear to me and even that, ohoho”, he points at you and Jungkook, squinting his eyes in anger, “even that didn’t leave me nearly as murderous as what that piece of shit did to you.”

“I get that. I’m angry too”, Jungkook says to which you agree with a nod of your head.

“And fucking Taehyung. What did he fucking do once he found out? He fucked you”, Yoongi spits and growls, slamming the hammer down so hard he actually puts a dent into the anvil, “how dare he fuck you and bite you and drain you when he should have fucking consoled you!” Yoongi spits, “he should have dried your tears and promised you protection, not control your mind into thinking you get off on being killed! Fuck!” He slams the hammer down and breaks it. It falls to the ground, almost crushing his foot if he hadn’t moved away quickly.

Yoongi stares at it, then the broken handle between his fingers. It was a very sturdy hammer, normally unable to break in human hands.

“Shit”, he grumbles, turning to throw the piece of wood into the forge, “that’s the second hammer I break, fucking shit.”

Yoongi pokes the metal into the flames. You and Jungkook exchange a look. He tells you to try with a nod of his head.

“Can we help somehow?” you ask Yoongi.

“No”, Yoongi says as he takes a new hammer to shape the glowing rod of metal angrily.

You and Jungkook watch. You don’t really know what to do. You don’t want to leave him alone with his feelings, but you also have no idea how to help someone who is so goddamn angry. You never know how to help yourself whenever you are in such a situation, so how should you be able to figure out what to do for Yoongi. You just know that you don’t like it when he has to feel that way and Jungkook knows that he feels the same as you.

Yoongi lifts his head after a moment, lowering his hammer. He picks up the metal and puts it back into the flames. Afterwards he turns, taking off his gloves for now to run his hands through his soaked hair.

“You guys can’t help me”, he says, “you can go back to bed, I’ll just keep beating the shit outta stuff.”

You and Jungkook exchange a look. You don’t want to leave, neither does Jungkook. You nod your head, Jungkook answers you with a nod as well.

The two of you close the distance between Yoongi and you in big steps. The latter watches you with a frown and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“No, we can still help”, you say, reaching for his face.

Yoongi doesn’t move away, staying completely still as you wrap your fingers around his hair.

“Doesn’t that get annoying?” you ask him, rounding him so you can gather it in the back.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, tilting his head just the slightest bit to make it easier for you to tie his hair.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it”, you promise him, working diligently to tie his sweaty hair into a bun.

“It’s all in your eyes”, Jungkook says, lifting a tissue to Yoongi’s face. He clears the sweat off his cheeks first, eyes following the tissue while Yoongi is staring him down.

“There you go, that should keep it outta your face”, you say now that you finished the hairstyle. You run your fingers through the hair you couldn’t get into the bun, scratching his scalp softly as you do. You don’t mind the sweat. On the contrary, it is somehow nice to you. Familiar and intimate. To be able to touch Yoongi in such a state feels intimate and nice, because you know that there are only a few people who have to privilege to do so.

Jungkook runs the tissue to Yoongi’s forehead, cleaning off the little pearls of sweat which have gathered above his eyebrows.

“It’ll burn if you get that in your eye”, Jungkook says quietly.

“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out, blinking slowly.

You run your hands to his shoulders, digging your thumb into his tense muscles. Yoongi tenses them even more.

“Relax”, you tell him, “you’re so tense.”

Yoongi tries to relax his shoulders, lowering his eyes as Jungkook runs his hands down his arms. He stops at his hands and picks up his left hand.

“They must hurt”, Jungkook says, massaging it carefully.

Yoongi hums, cocking his right eyebrow up. He is pissed that whatever you and Jungkook are doing is working. He feels better now that you and he are here. Yoongi felt murderous before you came, but he doesn’t anymore. Well, at least a little.

You run your hands to his upper arms, rubbing them gently. Jungkook changes sides, now massaging Yoongi’s right hand.

“Does that help?” you ask him, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his neck.

Yoongi tilts his head back, licking over his lips to stop the surprised gasp wanting to come out.

“You feel a little less tense already, my love”, you whisper, taking his earlobe between your teeth to tug on it gently.

Yoongi rolls his shoulders, tensing his jaw.

“I know what you’re trying to do”, he lulls lazily.

“Mhm, maybe”, you whisper, sending shivers down his spine with your gentle biting. He can barely keep his eyes open. It feels really fucking good to him.

“We’re not gonna have another gym situation”, he rasps.

“Why not? We could help.”

“No. No, the way I would fuck you guys right now wouldn’t be how I feel for you.”

“Then pretend as if we don’t matter to you.”

Yoongi rolls his shoulders.

“Pretend as if we’re just another one of your students. Like what we have means nothing to you”, you say and connect your lips with the shell of his ear, “pretend as if we’re nothing more than a distraction”, you rasp, running your fingers along his arms while Jungkook begins touching Yoongi’s waist. His muscles are hard and tense from the intense work he did before, flexing and rippling under your touches.

“I promise you, we’re amazing at being nothing more than little, unimportant distractions”, you whisper, ending it with a little moan in sync with Jungkook connecting his lips with Yoongi’s neck and pulling his hips flush against his’.

Yoongi stumbles into Jungkook with a huff of air, tilting his head to the side in an almost bored manner.

“Use us”, Jungkook begs in breathy rasps, “we’re so good at being stress toys. I promise that we can even make sounds if you want us to”, he says and moans cutely to strengthen his claim.

“You guys are playing a dangerous game”, Yoongi tries to sound unaffected, but there is a certain rasp lingering in his deep voice. It is heavy in arousal.

“We can handle it. Promise”, you assure him, letting your hands disappear inside his tanktop to rub his pecs instead. Just like his arms, they are hard and tense from working, flexing under your fingers. His skin is hot and wet. Wherever you touch, goosebumps form, letting you know just how affected he was. You touch his nipples.

“Don’t”, Yoongi gets out, placing his hands over yours without actually pulling them out of his shirt. On the contrary, somehow it feels as if he is making sure that you stay. Encouraged by his harsh grip, you try to move your fingers again, rolling and pinching his nipples carefully. They feel hard and swollen under your touch, the hot sweat makes the touch even easier.

“Guys seriously”, Yoongi says, voice breathier than before, “you shouldn’t do that.”

“Say the word and we’ll stop”, Jungkook says, licking his skin clean. Yoongi tastes so good. Exhausted from work, musky from anger and sweet from getting aroused. Jungkook hasn’t tasted something that addictive in ages. He licks and sucks on Yoongi’s neck greedily whilst his hands pull Yoongi’s hips against his stomach repeatedly. Jungkook loves how each time they are melted together, Yoongi’s cock seems to be harder than before. All the whining and complaining in the world won’t convince Jungkook to stop. He can feel just how into the distraction the Creator is. And Jungkook is hellbent on showing him how helpful he and you are.

As are you. You tug on Yoongi’s nipples, basking in the deep purr rumbling in his chest because of it.

“Do you wanna say it?” you make sure.

“One word and we’re gone”, Jungkook adds.

“No”, Yoongi says, “leave and you’ll fucking regret it.”

“Good”, you rasp and connect your lips with the other side of his neck.

Yoongi lets out a breathy sigh, rolling his head back and parting his lips. You and Jungkook keep sucking and kissing and licking his neck and Yoongi feels charged in the hot sensations. He already feels weak-kneed whenever one of you worships his neck, so to feel both of you at the same time does things to him. Things like take his mind off his anger and make him feel electric.

Your touches add another level of intensity to the whole situation. Yoongi’s nipples are incredibly sensitive, so to have you play with them at the same time as Jungkook grinds into him makes him dizzy in bliss. This is the best fucking distraction he could have wished for.

“You’re so hard”, Jungkook rasps and moans sweetly, “hyung, you’re so hard.”

“Mhm.”

“He is? Can I feel, my prince?”

“Mh-hm”, Yoongi allows you in a barely there hum. He tenses his thighs upon feeling your hand cup his cock. You rub it over the thick material of his jeans, moaning against his neck.

“You’re so hard, my love”, you whisper, pinching his nipple in sync with your hand squeezing his cock.

“I bet that hurts so much”, Jungkook adds, placing his hand over yours to rub his cock as well.

Yoongi reaches behind him, grabbing your hip to squeeze it tightly.

“Don’t”, he rasps, chasing your hands.

“Relax Yoongi love, we’re taking care of it”, you assure him in a whisper, massaging his nipple so good that Yoongi feels the sensations in his cock.

He hates his jeans so fucking much. It hurts to be as constricted as he is.

Jungkook wraps his fingers around his belt. Yoongi feels his breath hitch in reaction. Finally.

Jungkook opens it quickly, letting it fall open. Next his buttons. You suck on Yoongi’s neck as Jungkook works, feeling up his tensed stomach and swollen nipples.

Jungkook slips the jeans over Yoongi’s perky ass, working carefully to get his cock out without hurting him. Once he does, he pulls it down Yoongi’s legs, letting it pool just a little over his knees.

“Don’t do that”, Yoongi lulls, chasing nothing with a roll of his hips.

“Mhhm Yoongi”, you purr, wrapping your arm around him as you let your right hand disappear in his briefs. You grip his cock and tug him out of them, jerking him off instantly.

Yoongi presses himself back into you, forcing you to stumble back. The worktable stops you from falling. Like this, you are sitting on it with just enough of your butt to feel comfortable while Yoongi is pressing back into you.

You hug him closer, eyes glued to his cock in your hand. It is so hard and veiny, looking almost dark red in angry desperation. It is so wet between your fingers. It’s making them glide over his heated girth very fucking easy. His black briefs sit at the base of it, slipping up his cock each time you reach his tip. Quite frankly, it is a little annoying as each time you want to reach his base, you have to push down the briefs as well. It forces your movements to stay slow and calculated.

Luckily for you, Jungkook notices the predicament soon. He hooks his fingers in Yoongi’s briefs and twists them until they rip. Jungkook repeats the motion on the other side, throwing the now ruined material onto the ground.

Yoongi, who watched him with a frown, lowers his eyes at him. Jungkook doesn’t feel affected by his scowl. He knows that this was just his way of pretending not to care when in reality his mind is going hazy from what you are doing to him. Jungkook can see that desperation deep in Yoongi’s half-lidded eyes.

Jungkook steps closer and lets his right hand disappear between Yoongi’s legs to massage his balls. Yoongi inhales deeply in time with his eyelids fluttering. Jungkook begins rubbing his hand back and forth between Yoongi’s legs, kneading and squeezing his tight balls.

And while Jungkook makes sure Yoongi’s balls get the attention they deserve, you finally shower his cock in the pleasure it deserves. Quick and harsh movements and with enough pressure to force his lower stomach to tense involuntarily.

“Is that what you wanted?” he lulls the question, trying to sound angry, “you’ve got me fucking hard. Are you happy now?”

“No”, you say, “no, you’re still way too tense. Relax Yoongi, relax”, you whisper, massaging his tip whilst Jungkook is jerking off his shaft and massaging his heavy balls.

Yoongi lets out a small moan. It was nothing more than an audible huff of air. You and Jungkook both know that he is holding back for pride reasons. If the situation was any different and he wouldn’t get off on the thought of having the two of you act as his distraction, Yoongi would be whining and moaning right now. After all, this is the first time you and Jungkook pay attention to his cock at the same time. Or to put it better, this is the first time where Yoongi is the one receiving your full and utter attention. You can only imagine how good he must feel right now.

“I can’t. I’m too fucking pissed.”

“We know”, you sigh, “but that’s what we’re here for. We’re making it all go away.”

“No, you’re making it worse”, he lulls as his eyelids fight gravity.

“Do we really? Mhm?” you coo, picking up his wet slick to spread it all over his heated tip. The movement is fast and you apply enough pressure to force his thighs to tense in an attempt to fight the trembles wanting to run through them.

He purrs deeply, forcing a smile to curl at your lips. Of course you aren’t making it worse.

“Relax, Yoongi love, relax”, you whisper, watching in delight as Jungkook falls to his knees before Yoongi.

You slow down your movements, holding Yoongi’s heavy cock so Jungkook has better access to him.

Yoongi looks down at Jungkook with a scowl, chest heaving up and down in quick pants.

“I can be your cocksleeve, hyung”, Jungkook says, sticking out his tongue.

You spank it with the help of Yoongi’s cock instantly, moaning softly as Jungkook mewls beneath you.

Yoongi watches with bated breath, clenching his jaw. His skin burns in sensitivity once Jungkook places his hands on his thighs. His cock throbs each time you spank it with Jungkook’s tongue.

“Mhm Yoongi, can Jungkook be your cocksleeve?” you rasp.

“Just get it over with”, Yoongi grumbles, holding his breath afterwards.

You and Jungkook exchange a look, knowing exactly what to do. Jungkook replaces your hand on Yoongi’s cock while you let your own disappear under Yoongi’s tanktop. You use your nails for it, punching up the material as you feel up his tensed stomach. Yoongi watches your hands just as he watches Jungkook, dark eyes flitting between those two views hungrily.

Your touch is greedy and rough. Exactly what he needs. He can’t deal with gentleness right now. It would piss him off. He needs to feel the anger he experiences in the touches you give him.

Jungkook is swirling his tongue over his cockhead. His tongue is wet and incredibly warm. Perhaps it even borders hot. Yoongi shouldn’t allow him to give so much head. It’s reckless, but what does he fucking care. He needs his cock sucked. He rarely feels that desire, so that means something.

Luckily for Jungkook – because Yoongi was this close to forcing Jungkook to his luck – he finally wraps his lips around Yoongi’s cock, sinking down on him as he flutters his lashes.

Yoongi leans back against you, head falling on your shoulder and hips chasing Jungkook’s mouth. Like this, you feel his weight against your thighs as he almost sits on your lap.

“There we go, now you’re relaxing”, you whisper and tighten your arms around him, pinching his nipples.

Yoongi purrs deeply in reaction, throbbing in Jungkook’s mouth. The latter moans deliciously, eyes filling with tears as the view of Yoongi falling into the pleasure overwhelms him. He is doing that to him. He is sucking him so good that Yoongi finally starts to relax. The desperate perfectionist in him wants to break away and beg for a praise, but the good boy in him knows how to behave. He needs to perform even better to get Yoongi truly lost.

Jungkook moans and relaxes his jaw so Yoongi’s veiny cock can glide down his throat easily. Tears well up in his eyes from the sensation, his body convulses in the desire to gag. He can’t let himself gag. He needs to be a good, little cocksleeve and fuck Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook squeezes Yoongi’s thighs for support and begins moving his head back and forth. It is hard, but he will do it for Yoongi.

“Fuck”, Yoongi lets out, closing his eyes in a sensual roll.

The word sits in the room and haunts all of you. Yoongi because he fucking hates to admit that what you and Jungkook are doing is actually working. You and Jungkook because listening to Yoongi lose himself to the pleasure, turns you on like nothing else.

“Relax my love, relax”, you whisper, “we’ve got everything under control.”

Jungkook moans in agreement, slipping his hand to Yoongi’s balls to fondle with them. Yoongi tenses his thighs, grinding into you as he squirms.

You look down at Jungkook, feeling your tummy churn in arousal. His pink lips are moving around Yoongi’s cock, looking oh so cute around it. He had his eyes closed before, but as if he felt your gaze on him, he opens them. Tears roll down his cheeks, a high pitched moan rumbles in his chest.

“You’re doing so good, Kookie”, you rasp.

Jungkook mewls, tilting his head back to take in more of Yoongi. Your praise does that to him. He wants to be even better.

Yoongi grabs a bundle of Jungkook’s hair and growls deeply.

You and Jungkook have to stop looking at each other. Yoongi’s reaction was too hot to keep looking at each other. You bury your face back in his neck, sucking hickeys on his skin. Jungkook closes his eyes and begins sucking his cock as best as the position allows him to. Like this, his cheeks fall in and Yoongi’s knees buckle.

“Fuck Kook”, he lulls.

Jungkook mewls, rubbing his thighs together. He is doing that to Yoongi. His cock tastes so good in pleasure and he is the one fucking doing that to him. Jungkook seriously can’t believe his luck, slipping off of Yoongi for just a little to lick his tip instead. He needs to taste him. He is so yummy.

Yoongi lets his head bounce to the front. He tangles his fingers in Jungkook’s long locks.

“Look at me”, he orders.

Jungkook opens his eyes, mewling around his tip as he rubs his thighs together needily. Yoongi twists his hair, tilting Jungkook’s head up.

“I want you to blink once if you want to keep this going. Blink twice if I can fuck your precious little face.”

Jungkook blinks at Yoongi.

Once.

Yoongi tightens his fingers in his hair, breathing heavily.

Twice.

“Fuck yes”, Yoongi growls, pushing himself off you to step closer to Jungkook. He grips more of his hair, forcing his head to tilt back into an almost unnatural position.

Jungkook mewls loudly, fingers gripping the back of Yoongi’s thighs before they dig into his flesh deeply in a desperate attempt to find support as Yoongi begins thrusting his cock into his mouth.

Jungkook gurgles and squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his jaw go slack.

“That’s it, relax. Keep it fucking relaxed”, Yoongi growls through gritted teeth, getting off on the tightness of Jungkook’s wet throat. He is chasing the sensation with angry rolls of his hips, fingers twisting Jungkook’s hair as both reward and punishment. If he wants to be his little cocksleeve then so fucking be it. Yoongi will show him what this gets him.

You watch the scene unfold with wobbly knees and a slight jealous sting in your chest. You want to be where Jungkook is right now. Kneeling in front of Yoongi whilst getting face fucked by cock. Oh how you envy the young vampire. What Yoongi is doing to him looks like so much fun.

“That’s my good boy, you feel so fucking good”, Yoongi grunts, forcing Jungkook to gurgle out a moan. He is squeezing his thighs together and quite frankly, you don’t blame him. You want to be at Jungkook’s place. His lips look so pretty moving around Yoongi’s cock, his throat is bulging each time he bottoms out. Fuck, you are drooling like crazy just watching the scene unfold.

“This is so hot”, you murmur, hugging Yoongi to you. You rub your hand over his pecs, stimulating his nipples in the process.

Yoongi seems to fuck Jungkook even harder because of it, moaning unapologetically loudly and twisting the younger vampire’s hair.

“Fuck. Baby.”

Jungkook convulses and gags, spilling hot tears. It is hard to breathe when his throat gets fucked like that, but he doesn’t want to stop. His instincts are at an all time high. Every inch of his body tells him to bite down and rip Yoongi to shreds. Only getting face fucked that goddamn hard prevents him from losing control. Jungkook needs to be treated with such little respect because it’s the only thing keeping him sane. Maybe in a twisted, fucked up way being treated like that is the nicest thing Yoongi could do to him right now.

“You’re the perfect fucking thing, Kook-ah”, Yoongi praises in a harsh voice, scrunching his nose in bliss. He rolls his hips and basks in his cock sliding down Jungkook’s throat. He is so tight and wet, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

Jungkook grips Yoongi’s ass and bruises it. Yoongi lets it happen even if the touch comes very close to what he feels uncomfortable with. He is sensitive at the most hidden spot and he doesn’t want you guys to find out that fact about him. Not tonight. It’s so embarrassing. The touch still feels good. Jungkook is so desperate. It gets Yoongi off.

“Such a pretty pet, you’re so fucking pretty”, Yoongi spits and swirls his hips as he is deep inside Jungkook.

Jungkook mewls and squeezes Yoongi’s ass, gagging around his heavy cock. He gazes up at him and flutters his lashes, spilling new tears. His drool is dripping down his chin, hitting parts of his lap. His knees hurt a little. The concrete floor isn’t comfortable. Especially when he is only wearing boxer briefs. He squeaks, throat convulsing around Yoongi’s cock, and feels snot run from his nose. Messy. So goddamn messy. Jungkook mewls and whimpers.

“Need a break?” Yoongi asks, mistaking Jungkook’s noises as a call for help. Of course he does. He may be angry, but he is still highly awkward about receiving so much pleasure. Especially when he does it so roughly.

Jungkook whimpers and flutters his lashes, regretting it a second later when Yoongi pulls out as he confused the gesture as his safeword (it wasn’t, Jungkook wanted to be needy). Jungkook gasps, gagging around nothing now that his throat is tasked with breathing again.

“Fuck”, he croaks, shuddering like crazy, “oh god, hyung”, he wants to be fed again. It felt so good.

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi says, pressing himself against you, “I don’t…I, I don’t know why I…fuck, sorry.”

There is regret in his voice. You hug him closer instantly, while Jungkook looks up with big eyes.

“No don’t”, he says, grasping Yoongi’s shivering thighs, “you were amazing, I want to eat you”, he says and shows off his fangs, “I’m so hungry for you, hyungie.”

“Really?” Yoongi asks, gnawing on his lower lip.

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, closing the distance between their bodies to connect his puffy lips with the underside of Yoongi’s cock. He holds it up with his hand, flicking his tongue over the swollen veins whilst gazing up at him.

Yoongi exhales shakily, relaxing in your arms as Jungkook’s warm tongue swirls over his cock.

“Fuck”, he presses out, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair just to twist it.

“You’re so pretty, my love”, you whisper, placing your hand over Jungkook’s in hopes that he will understand. He does, allowing you to take over in massaging Yoongi’s tip while he busies himself with worshipping his heavy balls.

Yoongi moans deeply, letting his eyes fall closed in a sensual roll. His cock throbs in your hand, covering your fingers in his slick. You pick it up and spread it in skilled movements up and down his heavy cock. It feels bigger in your hand than on normal days. You know that it’s because Yoongi allowed it to grow tonight. It feels exciting to know that he did. Yoongi only allows it to grow when he is really, really into what gets done to him.

“Does that feel nice, my love?” you ask him.

Yoongi nods his head, exhaling in a sigh.

“Yeah? Mhhm that’s good to hear. You don’t have to apologise for enjoying yourself, my love. Kookie and I love to serve you.”

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out, arching his back. He stumbles, catching himself with Jungkook’s help. Interesting. Your words made him needy. Cute.

“Mh-hm it’s true, we love to touch you and taste you and fuck you”, you say, moaning softly.

“Ah-ah”, Yoongi chases your hand and presses Jungkook closer.

“And you know why?”

Yoongi shakes his head, breathing heavily.

“Because we’re yours. All yours.”

“I’m close”, Yoongi confesses, allowing his voice to pitch just enough that he sounds utterly desperate.

“Cum down my throat, please”, Jungkook begs and with your help, slides Yoongi’s throbbing cock back into his mouth. You massage his base while Jungkook suckles and licks on Yoongi’s reddened tip.

“Kookie”, Yoongi gets out and whimpers, pursing his lips before parting them in a loud gasp.

“You’re so pretty, my prince”, you whisper, kissing his neck in sync with pinching his nipple.

“___”, Yoongi gasps and spills down Jungkook’s throat. He is moaning with his voice pitched and his thighs shaking like crazy. It’s amazing to witness. Yoongi could act all tough and uninterested, but when he finds his climax, his true state always shines through. You and Jungkook got him weak, it’s obvious in the way he is so goddamn loud as he orgasms.

Yoongi comes down after five needy thrusts of his hips, pulling Jungkook off of him and feeling his knees buckle.

“What the fuck”, he presses out in a croak, dropping his head to the front. He gasps for air, swatting your hand away from his nipples in an instinctive reaction to being too sensitive, “what the fuck.”

“Are you okay?” you ask him, rubbing his tense tummy.

“No? Why would you do that to me?”

“Why not?” Jungkook asks, “we wanna make you feel good.”

"Yeah, we do. It’s what you deserve for being so awesome”, you say, hugging him tightly, “mhhm Yoongi my love, you’re so pretty when you cum so hard.”

“You guys are fucking insane”, Yoongi whispers, running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair. It messes up the bun you made, strands of hair fall back into his face.

Jungkook snickers, getting to his feet. He steps closer, touching Yoongi’s waist.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asks.

“Mhm yeah, you think I didn’t when I came that hard?”

“I mean, that’s not an indicator. With how sensitive your pretty cock is”, you tease.

“Shut up”, Yoongi murmurs.

“It’s because you never let us touch you, it makes you sensitive.”

“Tch, whatever.”

You snicker, pressing a big kiss to his shoulder.

“I love you, Yoongi Boongie.”

“Mhm, me too.”

“I love you too”, Jungkook says.

“Yeah, me too.”

You and Jungkook snicker while Yoongi is still trying to recover. He lifts his head to run his eyes over Jungkook’s glowing face. He reaches up, wiping away the remnants of cum from his chin.

“You got dirty”, he says.

“No, I didn’t”, Jungkook grins boyishly.

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly, nudging Jungkook’s chin softly.

“You’re stupid”, he mumbles, scrunching his nose up, “fuck, you two.”

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

Yoongi turns so he has both you and Jungkook on each side of him.

“Come here”, he orders.

You and Jungkook step closer and squeak. Yoongi swiped you off your feet and ran. It all happened too fast. Sometimes it’s impressive just how quick they can get from one place to the other. One second you were in the shed and now Yoongi is throwing you onto the mattress in the attic. The door is locked, the small lamp is casting deep shadows onto his face. He hovers above you, kneeling with his jeans bunching up under his cock.

“I’m dizzy”, you whine, writhing on the mattress.

“You’ll get over it”, Yoongi dismisses you and pins you into the sheets with a harsh grip.

“Wha-”

Yoongi kisses you. He silences you harshly and with his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands are keeping your hands pinned to the sheets, his knee is between your legs rubbing your hot cunt. You feel so dizzy and ruined, moaning into his mouth as your body falls willing victim to him.

“You drive me insane”, Yoongi growls between kisses, “you drive me fucking insane.”

He isn’t subtle in showing you that you do, moaning and groaning into the sloppy tongue kisses while his knee almost rubs you to a climax. Quite frankly, you think that he can actually make you cum. You are charged in desperation. You had to watch him face fuck Jungkook while you got nothing and now he is pinning you down and finally touching you. You are at the end of your strength. You want to cum just to feel something. No more watching, just feeling and shaking like crazy.

You try to break the kiss to let him know that you are close, but Yoongi doesn’t let you. He bites your lower lip to the point where you mewl in pained pleasure. It stings, but never tastes like blood. Yoongi doesn’t have to pierce your skin for you to feel like crying in blissful pain. His fingers tighten around your hands. It’s a warning to accept what he gives you. You aren’t supposed to fucking escape right now, to waste time with talking, to steal him of his right to kiss. You are supposed to stay put and let him have his feed. Because that’s what this is. You’re his fucking prey. Yoongi doesn’t need to bite you until he draws blood to feel satisfied, your sweet little moans are enough to fulfil him and you have to stay still and feed him. That’s your purpose. Feed him and cum.

“Mhm”, you squeak, opening your eyes in panic. Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks are covered in black veins. He deepens the kiss, gagging you with his tongue. You feel your eyes roll back and then you black out. Not really, but your brain stops thinking as he forces you over the edge.

You squirm and shake and Yoongi pins you down. He was aware that he would make you cum. Of course he was. He studied and observed your body well enough. He knows what every sound means, what every scent indicates and how your muscles spasm when it’s time. He knew what will happen and he made sure that it will happen sooner than fucking later. You moan around his tongue, fall silent for three seconds and then sob. Yoongi pins you down and presses his knee closer. More. He can taste that you don’t want it to stop. Even if you squirm and sob, he knows that you aren’t done.

His jeans are already soaked in your orgasm and yet he doesn’t seem to stop. You don’t know how to breathe and what sounds to make. He is so much stronger. It turns you on so much to finally know how little you could do against him if only he would allow it happen. To know that you can put your every trust in him because he won’t ever go too far makes you even weaker and yet at the same time you wiggle even harder just so he can pin you down with even more strength and just so he can shove his growing tongue even further down your throat.

You gag and sob. It may not be his cock gagging you, but you don’t feel the difference. You can’t function and it’s all the same to you. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi. That’s all your mind produces. Yoongi and whatever fucked up, amazing shit he does to you.

He slips out of your mouth. It covers your lower face in a sinful concoction of your salvias. You wheeze for air, arching your back desperately.

“You’re such a good girl”, he growls. His voice sounds changed. Not only from his long tongue, but also the animalistic hunger he feels for you.

You are aware that he is praising you, but you can’t really think. You are so far gone. You know that he lessened the pressure on your pussy and that you finally stopped spasming. You know that he finally gave you a chance to breathe and that your throat isn’t stuffed anymore. And you know that his fingers soften around your hands. You know, but you can’t quite take it in.

“Princess”, the nickname reaches your ringing ears in a whisper. He wasn’t whispering, but that’s how your brain takes it in, “princess hey.”

The pressure on your right hand stops, a warm palm engulfs your cheek. You know this touch. It feels like coming home and being safe.

“Princess, my love.”

You open your eyes, meeting his soothing gaze. His cheeks are covered in black veins and his eyes are ruby and yet the love is imminent on his features.

“There you are”, he smiles, “now you’re with me again, good job.”

“Yoongi”, you whimper, feeling like shivering.

Yoongi wipes the tears from your cheek and kisses your forehead. You feel like crying because of how incredibly safe he makes you feel. You were so, so far gone in whatever madness he had you riding on before and now that you are back with him, taking a break, you need him to be gentle with you.

“I’m just checking in on you, yeah?” he speaks softly.

You nod your head.

“Are you having fun, my love?”

“Yeah”, you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”, you giggle, nodding your head enthusiastically.

“Mhhm that’s good to hear”, Yoongi kisses the tip of your nose, “I’m not done with you yet. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“That’s my girl. You’re such a good girl, princess”, he praises and lifts his head to show you a soft smile.

You retort it, feeling like burning up all over your body. You are so happy!

Yoongi sits up and runs his hands down your torso, lingering on your hips. You part your legs for him. His eyes flit to your pussy and the wet panties sticking to your lips.

“Mhm”, he hums, ghosting his thumb over your pussy without ever touching you. It drives you insane not to feel his touch, “you got so wet, baby”, he taunts, circling his thumb on your clit without touching.

“Please”, you whisper.

His eyes flit up and glimmer. He retreats his thumb. You mewl and chase him. He smiles.

“Cute”, he says, looking away.

Jungkook, who had watched the entire scene with his hand around his cock, tenses up. He holds his breath, gawking at Yoongi with widened eyes. The latter purses his lips, running his eyes along Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook pulled it out of his boxer briefs messily, forcing the material to punch up under his balls and make them appear even bigger than they are. His tattooed fingers are wrapped around the girthy base, translucent slick covers them.

“You touched yourself”, Yoongi says matter of factly.

Jungkook gulps and pulls his hand away from his cock. He is so hard that it keeps standing up.

“Sorry”, he whispers.

“That’s okay, I was just saying”, Yoongi still speaks with a sort of dryness in his voice. He looks back at you. You are staring at Jungkook with hungry eyes. Yoongi looks back at Jungkook, eyes lingering on his pretty cock, “come closer, Jungkook.”

Jungkook obeys, shimmying closer until your arms are touching.

“That’s it”, Yoongi praises and hooks his fingers in your panties and Jungkook’s briefs. He rips them off your bodies, eliciting gasps from you and him. You mewl, Jungkook whines and Yoongi merely sends you a nonchalant look. He grabs your wrist wordlessly and guides your hand to Jungkook’s cock.

“Get him off”, he orders.

You follow gladly, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping him quickly.

“Fuck”, Jungkook moans, letting his eyes roll back, “holy fuck.”

“Good girl, keep that rhythm going”, Yoongi praises and takes Jungkook’s hand to guide it to your pussy, “touch her”, he orders.

Jungkook follows happily, connecting his fingers with your clit to rub it quickly.

“Oh god”, you mewl, tensing up in bliss.

“Good boy. You guys are doing such a good job. Try not to cum until I’m back”, Yoongi says and disappears.

You and Jungkook falter in your touches, lifting your heads.

“Did he just leave?” “Where did he go?”

You say at the same time, looking at each other.

“What happened?” you ask, holding his cock.

“I don’t know”, Jungkook answers you, cupping your pussy.

“I’m so confused.”

“Me too.”

“He told us to keep going.”

“Yeah right.”

You look at his lips. Jungkook looks at your lips.

“I’m so turned on”, Jungkook moans and finally moves his fingers again.

“Kook. Fuck”, you gasp, flinching in surprised bliss. His touch is eager and skilled. Your pussy is sensitive enough that you want to scream, “Jungkook…baby…” you moan and move your hand around his cock.

“Yes”, Jungkook drops his head and moans, chasing you with a harsh thrust, “fuck baby, you’re fucking incredible”

“Jungkook”, you moan, dropping your head as close to him as possible. You close your eyes and fall into the sensation.

This is as close to private sex the two of you have gotten and it’s making you dizzy. His touch is so good, being so close to him is even better. You don’t even mind that Yoongi disappeared. Having Jungkook touch you and to touch him in return feels like paradise.

“It feels so good”, Jungkook mewls, spilling all over your hand.

“Yeah…so good”, you agree in a moan. This is paradise. It really is.

A paradise which comes to an end as quickly as it started when strong fingers wrap themselves around your wrists. You and Jungkook open your eyes.

Yoongi is back, now kneeling on the mattress with his lower body free of his jeans and hungry desperation in his eyes.

“You’re done”, he says, pulling your hands away.

“No please.” “More please.”

You and Jungkook beg at the same time.

“Tch, you’re so needy”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Yoongi, where were you?” you ask in a whine.

“We were worried”, Jungkook whines as well.

“I got stuff”, he answers you and lifts a bondage belt into your vision, “I want you to put this on, princess.”

“That’s so hot.”

“Mhm and then I’ll put this vibrator in the pocket in the front and control it with this remote. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes”, you mewl, parting your legs. Quite frankly, he could do whatever he wants to you.

“That’s my girl”, Yoongi praises and goes to work. He takes off your shirt first, leaving soft kisses on your tits as a reward for being so good for him. Afterwards, he helps you slip the belt on, making sure to work carefully. You are sighing and gasping, writhing on the sheets desperately.

Jungkook watches with an aching cock, moaning with you as Yoongi secures the straps on your body.

“What about me?” he asks with a pout.

“Patience, baby”, Yoongi promises him.

“It hurts.”

“I know baby, your cock hurts, but be patient.”

“But Master”, Jungkook rolls onto his tummy and touches Yoongi’s thigh, looking up at him with big puppy eyes, “I was so patient when you made ___ cum, I want a reward.”

“Are you being a bratty little pet right now, mhm?” Yoongi asks him without ever looking at him, still busying himself with closing the straps on your body.

“No”, Jungkook wiggles closer and takes Yoongi’s cock between his lips.

Yoongi sucks in air, furrowing his brows.

“Behave”, he warns with a slight tremble in his voice.

Jungkook hums a no and sinks down further on Yoongi’s cock, flicking his tongue over the swollen vein on the underside of it.

“You’re such a fucking brat”, Yoongi lulls, lowering his eyelids halfway, “fuck”, he presses out under his breath. And despite his clearly pleasure-drunken state, he keeps working hard to secure the belt on your body and to then stuff the vibrator in the allocated pocket. Jungkook is sucking on Yoongi’s heavy balls by now, massaging his wet cockhead with eager fingers.

“There we go, princess”, Yoongi tries his hardest to sound normal, “how are you feeling?”

“So horny”, you mewl, watching Jungkook with a racing heart.

“Yeah?” Yoongi takes a sharp inhale of breath, wrapping his fingers around a bundle of Jungkook’s hair, “yah brat”, he tugs him away even if that makes Jungkook mewl, “try biting me again and I’ll gag you. Put those fangs away. Now.”

“Sorry Master”, Jungkook lulls and forces his fangs back into his gums, “done.”

“Show me.”

He opens his mouth so Yoongi can inspect him.

“That’s better”, Yoongi says and tugs Jungkook to his knees.

Jungkook follows with a mewl, gripping Yoongi’s thighs.

“I wanna be fucked”, Jungkook begs.

“I know, you can.”

“Really?”

Yoongi nods his head, looking at you.

“I want you guys to fuck and as you do, I get to play with your ass.”

“Holy fuck yes”, Jungkook moans, “yes please.”

“Princess?”

“Yes”, you mewl, “I’m so down.”

“Good”, Yoongi breaks away from you to give Jungkook space, “decide for yourselves how you want it.”

You and Jungkook exchange a look.

“How do you-”

“Doggy”, you interrupts him, getting on all fours, “give it to me doggy”, you say, lowering yourself to your elbows and arching your back.

“Oh god, this is so hot”, Jungkook mewls, placing his hands on your ass to caress you, “you’re so sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

“Slip in, baby”, you encourage him, wiggling your ass.

“You look so pretty, baby”, Jungkook rasps runs his cock through your folds, sending shivers down your spine, “wanna fuck you so good…”

“Don’t tease”, you order, pressing back into him. You can’t bear it. You’ve been fantasising about how it would feel to take Jungkook doggy ever since the first time you fucked. You are too desperate for the real feel to bear another second of teasing.

Luckily for you, Jungkook seems just as eager to slip inside as you. He presses his tip against your hole and pushes inside. No struggle. You are so wet and needy that he fills you out easily.

“God yes”, you groan, pushing back and forcing him to bottom out. Thick. Long. Veiny. Jungkook’s plugging you up so fucking good, making you twist the sheets between your fingers, “you’re so big…Kookie baby…” you moan, moving around his cock in smooth rolls of your hips.

Jungkook gasps and furrows his brows, darkened eyes glued to where your bodies meet and abs tensing like crazy. He doesn’t move, allowing you to fuck your pretty pussy how you need it.

“___”, he moans, widening his stance on the mattress. His thick thighs tense and flex in the position. Your ass hits them each time you force your pussy to take all of him. Jungkook can’t look away. The bondage belt hugs you right under your ass, forcing the flesh to push up and look so goddamn plumb and soft.

Jungkook takes it between his strong fingers and kneads it desperately. You clench around him in reaction.

“You’re so sexy”, he lulls in a deep voice, finally meeting your movements in rolls of his hips. He uses his abs and back muscles for them, drawing a happy moan out of you. "I love that ass of yours, baby."

You arch your back, presenting your pussy to him. His hands on your ass feel so fucking good. Now that he is moving too, his cock feels even better. He hits you right where it feels the best, sending electric pleasure through your veins.

"Mhhm love that pussy too. You’re so sexy" Jungkook rasps, eyes switching between your ass and well fucked pussy.

“Don’t stop”, you beg, “you’re so fucking good.”

Jungkook chases you in a deep thrust, drawing his touch to your hips just so he can pull you back onto him by the bondage belt. Your moans get louder because of it and your pussy tighter. Jungkook feels so goddamn good. Not only because he fantasised about taking you doggy ever since he laid eyes on you, but also because he is doing such a good job that you are moaning and shivering just for him. If there is one thing that will always get off Jungkook, it’s doing a good job. To know that he makes you feel that good, fills him with so much pleasure that it’s hard to think straight.

He thrusts into you and draws another moan out of you. Your hips still, your back arches. You can’t move anymore. Jungkook got you so weak. All you can do is take him and moan as he does.

“That’s it baby”, he talks with a sultry rasp on his voice, “relax, I’m gonna take care of you. You don’t gotta work.”

“Fuck Kook, it’s so good”, you mewl.

“It’s so good”, Jungkook agrees, tensing up when he feels hands snake around his waist.

Yoongi presses his chest against Jungkook’s back and rests his chin on his shoulder, brushing his lips over his neck as he speaks.

“I could watch you guys fuck each other for hours”, he rasps and with one harsh tug, rips off Jungkook’s shirt.

“Hyung”, Jungkook gasps, feeling his hips falter.

“Don’t give up, keep fucking her”, Yoongi encourages him, rubbing his fingers over Jungkook’s little nipples.

Jungkook shivers and obeys with a throaty moan, throbbing deep inside you. His nipples are so sensitive. The touch makes him burn up. Jungkook twists the straps of the bondage belt and presses out a harsh curse, speeding up which results in your moans to pitch in pleasure.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you chant, burning up. The straps are digging into your flesh and Jungkook’s cock keeps you right on edge. He is so harsh and fast. His thighs hit your ass each time he fucks you deep. This is the best fuck ever.

“Fucking shit, yes”, Jungkook growls, furrowing his brows, “you’ve got the best pussy, baby. I fucking love to fuck your wet little cunt, fuck.”

“Jungkook”, you mewl, clenching around him, “Jungkook don’t stop, please.”

“That’s it, good job Kookie”, Yoongi praises and shifts his eyes to you. He presses the button on the remote control, basking in the harsh twitch you do and the squeaky moan that follows.

Your head drops into the sheets, your pussy throbs around Jungkook’s cock and your toes curl.

“Ohmyfuckinggod”, you keen, arching and relaxing your back repeatedly as your body trembles.

“So tight”, Jungkook mewls, rolling his head back, “oh god, I feel the vibrations too.”

“Please don’t stop”, you mewl.

And Yoongi is drinking all of it in with his eyes a deep ruby. He gets off on your pleasure. He gets off on watching you fuck, gets off on hearing you fuck and he gets off on making you shake. It gets him off as good as actual fucking does. He hasn’t felt such desperate hunger for people in centuries. He didn’t want to get off people in the past, at least he didn’t fantasise about it. You and Jungkook are different. All Yoongi wants is to know that you are well fucked and satisfied. Thoughts of how he could get you off next haunt his mind every waking second. Yoongi is so addicted to that feeling.

“I’m gonna cum”, you mewl, “I’m actually gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

“Please Yoongi”, you beg without needing to be asked, “wanna cum around Jungkook, please.”

“Fuck, don’t say that”, Jungkook mewls, throbbing inside you. He pulls you onto him harder, dimpling your flesh from the strong grip he has on the belt. His lips fall open, his head rolls against Yoongi’s shoulder, his eyes close. He is so far gone. All he can feel is your wet pussy, the vibrations of the toy and Yoongi playing with his nipples and hugging him. He uses his abs to move, rolling his hips into you as if he was dancing. Skilled and so goddamn smooth. Jungkook’s hips are made to move that way.

“You are such a good girl”, Yoongi rasps, eyes glued to your pussy and Jungkook’s wet cock. He can smell how close you are. It makes his cock throb like crazy, “say it again, princess”, he orders, lowering the vibrations just to tease you.

“Please”, you mewl, arcing your back, “please, I’m begging you.”

“Mhhm princess, you sound so sweet when you beg. Makes me wanna deny you for longer”, Yoongi lulls.

“Don’t please”, you start chasing Jungkook’s cock, whimpering loudly because you are so scared that he’ll turn off the toy completely. He is keeping you right on the edge and you think that if he actually turned it off again, your heart would shatter. You are charged in so much hot electricity and you don’t want to stop.

“Fuck, slow please”, Jungkook begs, gasping for air repeatedly afterwards. You both ignore him for the sake of your own pleasure. He is a big boy, he can take it.

“Look at you”, Yoongi says, “that’s my girl, fuck your pretty cunt. You look so sexy like this”, he praises and increases the vibrations.

“This is making me cum”, you mewl, twisting the sheets.

“Mhhm really?” Yoongi taunts, increasing it even more. Just by one level.

“Oh god”, you moan, “oh god, holy fuck, oh god soon.”

“I’m fucking begging you, don’t slow down”, Jungkook begs Yoongi, “that feels so good, holy fuck.”

Yoongi growls, spilling tears because he forgets about blinking. Your pussy is so wet and puffy and Jungkook’s cock is swollen. The view makes Yoongi’s head pound. He increases the vibrations on your clit, making you wail and Jungkook mewl in ecstatic pleasure.

“That’s it”, Yoongi pants, widening his eyes in crazed obsession, “you are gonna fucking cum for me.”

You give Yoongi what he wants with a moan of his name and your body trembling uncontrollably.

“It’s too much”, Jungkook sobs and follows you with impressive intensity.

Yoongi grasps Jungkook’s faltering hips and moves them for him, fucking the two of you through your orgasms to the point where both of you feel like ripping your own hair out.

“That’s it, cum for me”, Yoongi talks you through it, ruining Jungkook’s back by rubbing his wet cock all over him, “you’re so good for me, I fucking love it when you cum so good.”

“Oh god, Yoongi”, you keen.

“Hyung please”, Jungkook mewls.

You are both gone and done for. Yoongi is playing your bodies like they’re the easiest melodies, only slowing down once you both beg for a quick break.

He turns off the vibrator, letting go of Jungkook’s hips to allow him movement.

“Oh god”, Jungkook whines, riding out the afterglow with slow movements.

“So good, baby, so good”, you sigh, feeling lightheaded.

This isn’t the end. That much is sure for all of you. This is just a short breather, a chance to recover. You aren’t done, Jungkook isn’t done and Yoongi for sure isn’t done.

Jungkook squeaks and tenses up behind you. It alarms you just enough that you have to look at him to see if he was okay. He looks surprised, maybe even shocked.

Yoongi is behind him, snaking his hand to Jungkook’s throat.

“Relax”, he rasps, brushing his parted lips against Jungkook’s neck. His eyes land on you. Dark and sultry. The intensity of his gaze turns you on so fucking much, “relax, my lovely.”

Jungkook furrows his brows and pouts, letting out a desperate whimper. His cock twitches and throbs inside you, growing just enough that you have to look at his lower parts. You gulp, clenching around him.

Yoongi has his hand between Jungkook’s legs. You can’t see a lot from the position, but what you can see looks as if he was massaging his hole.

“Do you want to relax for me, Kookie?” Yoongi rasps.

“Yes”, Jungkook sighs.

“Yeah? Do you want to be my good boy and relax enough that I can stuff you, mhm?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You’re such a good boy”, Yoongi praises and moves.

“Ah!” Jungkook moans loudly, flinching in surprise. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets his jaw go slack. His cock throbs, filling you with hot excitement. You know what that means. Yoongi just stuffed him with his fingers, now pumping them in and out of him slowly.

“Yoongi”, Jungkook moans.

“Don’t stop, pet. Keep moving”, Yoongi rasps, using the strength in his hand to move Jungkook’s hips.

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, Jungkook moans loudly, dropping his head back on his shoulder. He is fucking his cock into you with Yoongi’s help, “why am, am I always the one getting everything d-done to?” he whines and squeezes your hips.

“Why? Can’t handle it, mhm?”

“N-no.”

“No? Want me to take it slower?”

“No….”

“No. See? You can handle it. You’re such a good little pet, Kook-ah”, Yoongi rasps, pinning you down with a look, “you deserve to be played with, baby.”

Jungkook shudders and keens, throbbing deep inside you. His hips stutter, his fingers dimple your hips. It feels good. You fucking love it when they grab you with strength. The desperation in the touch always sends tingles through you.

Moaning Jungkook’s name, you begin meeting his movements. You need more. His uncoordinated, little thrusts aren’t enough to fulfil you. You need it fast and deep.

“Good girl”, Yoongi praises you, showing you his lazy smirk, “fuck yourself on his cock, you’re such a good girl.”

“Yoongi”, you moan, dropping your head to the front. His praise gets you so weak. You want to fuck even better whenever you’re being his good girl. You chase Jungkook’s cock in fast movements of your needy hips, arching your back to really hit those deep parts inside you. Ever since Yoongi stuffed Jungkook’s hole, his cock feels so much bigger inside you. Bigger and covered in the stickiest and hottest slick. Jungkook is such a leaky boy whenever his ass gets played with and you fucking love to get stuffed with it.

“I’m cumming”, Jungkook announces in a breathless moan.

“Again? Already?” Yoongi taunts.

“I’m sorry! It’s so- ah! It’s so good!”

“So sensitive”, Yoongi sounds uninterested, “do it”, he says dryly and curls his fingers. He tightens the grip on Jungkook’s neck, allowing his eyes to flit down to where your bodies meet. Jungkook’s abs are tensing and convulsing as his heavy balls relieve themselves in your puffy pussy. Your ass jiggles each time you meet him. Yoongi feels his cock throb at the view, “so pretty. That’s it, you’re so pretty.”

Jungkook moans loudly and desperately, you answer him with desperate squeaks and Yoongi soaks those sounds up like a fucking addict, eyes glued to where you fuck Jungkook’s throbbing cock stupid. His white cum spills out of you and covers your bodies, it even sticks to Jungkook’s dark pubes, driving Yoongi mad in hunger. He chases the tightness of Jungkook’s pulsating hole, torturing his sensitive prostate.

“Hurts”, Jungkook wails and begins squirming now that overstimulation kicks in, “please slow.”

You listen. You slow down. You regret doing it as Yoongi slips his hand from Jungkook’s throat to instead spank your ass.

“Ah!” you yelp, convulsing in burning pleasure.

“Who told you to slow down”, Yoongi barks, gripping your burning flesh to massage it roughly, “keep fucking yourself on his cock until I tell you to stop. Do you hear me, princess?”

“Yes”, you whimper, picking up speed.

“Not enough, say that you’re fucking sorry”, he spits, painting another spot of sensitivity onto your ass in a harsh and ruthless spank.

It burns and hurts and fills you with fucking electricity.

“I’m sorry!” you yelp, chasing his soothing touch.

Jungkook whimpers right with you, gripping your hips to the point where they bruise. Yoongi’s fingers feel massive in his poor, tight hole and your pussy feels like fire around his overstimulated cock. He is in so much pain and it feels like fucking paradise to him.

“Hurts”, he sobs quietly.

Yoongi growls and spanks you.

“Yoongi oh god”, you sob, scratching down the sheets.

“Say you’re sorry to Kookie for hurting his pretty cock”, he orders, spanking you harshly.

“I’m sorry”, you mewl.

“There we go. You are such a good girl”, Yoongi praises you, slipping his hand away from your ass to instead wrap it around Jungkook’s throat again, “now fuck your pretty little cunt like you mean it”, he spits and presses the button for the vibrator.

You scream. It was honest and you had no control over it. It happened. Being so creamed and fucked and stuffed with Jungkook’s huge cock is one thing, but having to bear the strong vibrations of the toy on your swollen clit is another. You silence yourself by burying your face in the mattress, convulsing and twitching without having any kind of control over it. You fuck yourself stupid. It’s like an instinct. Your hips keep moving even if you are shaking. Yoongi told you to fuck and you don’t want to disappoint.

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out and falls to the front.

Yoongi acts instinctively, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s mouth and therefore preventing his fangs to pierce your skin.

“Stay with me, Kookie”, he rasps, burying another finger in Jungkook’s tight hole just so the younger vampire has something else to focus on, “I know you wanna get a taste, but I need you to concentrate on me instead.”

Jungkook’s quickened breath tickles Yoongis fingers, his drool covers his skin.

“Mhfmhyung”, his voice is muffled by the harsh grip Yoongi has on his mouth. He is crying. He is overwhelmed by everything. The fingers in his ass, your throbbing pussy around his cock, the hand on his mouth. He is going to cum again and he knows that Yoongi doesn’t give a fucking shit. He will let him cum, pump you full of his cream and he’ll stick another finger up his ass as if it was nothing.

“I’m cumming”, you beat him to it, twisting the sheets desperately as your body release all the tension in uncontrollable shakes.

The tightness of your pussy is enough to push Jungkook over the edge as well. He fights Yoongi instinctively, which results in the stronger Creator to force his head to tilt back until it borders painful. His mouth falls open against Jungkook’s will, two fingers press down on his tongue.

“Deep breaths Kookie, deep breaths”, Yoongi rasps, massaging his tongue because he knows that this helps, “you’re doing so well my babyboy, I’m so proud of you.”

And as he praises Jungkook and makes sure that he doesn’t lose control, he is keeping a cautious eye on you, lowering the vibrations on your clit to give you the best and warmest overstimulation.

“Yoo…kook”, their names becomes a jumble in your mouth. You have no idea who to call out for. Jungkook who is filling you up so perfectly or Yoongi who controls just how overstimulated you feel. They are both as important for the blissful paradise you find yourself in.

“You’re doing so, so well too my babygirl”, Yoongi praises, “we’re almost done, my babies, one more. I want one more from both of you.”

And with that, he replaces the fingers in Jungkook’s tight ass with his lubed up cock and increases the speed of the vibrator.

Jungkook’s moans are muffled by Yoongi’s harsh grip while your sobs are silenced by the mattress. Yoongi moves for the three of you, slamming his angry hips into Jungkook which forces the latter’s hips to slam into you harshly. Skin slaps against skin, wet squelching fills the room, the sounds leaving his pretty loves fill Yoongi with ecstatic pleasure.

“One more my babies, one more. Don’t give up”, he pants, hugging Jungkook’s waist, “you’re doing so well, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Jungkook cries, feeling close to passing out. This is the first time he gets fucked that way. In the past, he was too out of control to allow himself to feel that way. Knowing that Yoongi trusts him enough to comfortably let him get fucked that way makes Jungkook cry. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good.

You sob, feeling close to losing control. This is so rough and hard. You don’t know what suddenly got into Jungkook for him to fuck that way, but you don’t want him to stop. This is like in the church. Animalistic, out of control and fucking addicting. You don’t want him to stop. You aren’t aware of the fact that Yoongi moves Jungkook’s hips and that all those harsh, deep thrusts are a result of Yoongi taking out his suffocating desperation on the both of you.

“You’re mine”, he growls against Jungkook’s neck, “you’re fucking mine. Don’t you fucking forget, you’re mine.”

Yoongi thrusts into Jungkook so harshly the younger vampire screams behind his hand and collapses on top of you. You fall into the sheet on impact, turning your head to the side just in time so you wouldn’t get smothered under Jungkook’s weight. The only thing keeping Jungkook from burying his face in your neck is Yoongi’s iron grip on his mouth. He needs it, thanking Yoongi for his help with squeaky sobs and his hole throbbing around his big cock.

“Mine”, Yoongi spits, “you’re fucking mine. Holy fuck, you’re mine.”

“Yoongi, I’m cumming”, you wail.

“I know princess, do it”, he encourages you, fucking you with the help of Jungkook’s hips. He doesn’t even need to be inside you and you feel just as ruined as you do when he fills you up.

You cry loudly, barely feeling human. This is changing your life. It really does.

“Yoongi!”

“That’s it, cum for me, that’s it”, Yoongi encourages you.

“Mhhhmmg”, Jungkook chokes out, twisting the sheets.

“What was that Kookie?” Yoongi taunts. He sounds out of breath.

“Mhmhmg.”

“I can’t understand you, my lovely.”

“Mhmgm. Mh…megmh.”

Yoongi curses, slamming his hand on the mattress beside your face. His hips stutter. He curses again while Jungkook squeaks. You can feel what is happening. Yoongi ruthless fucking made Jungkook cum and now he is filling your squirting pussy with his creamy seed.

“That’s it”, Yoongi groans and by the sound of his voice, he is pumping Jungkook full of his own orgasm.

You know that Jungkook can’t go again. You can’t go again either. Every inch of you hurts and your pussy feels sore. All you can take are the three angry thrusts Yoongi gives Jungkook to help him draw out his orgasm and then it gets too much.

“I need a break”, you plead, “Yoongi, break please.”

“I’m done, princess. I’m already done”, he assures you, breaking away from you and tugging Jungkook with him. He turns off the vibrator, releasing you of the most amazing hell.

His achingly hard cock flops out of Jungkook’s ass, Jungkook’s own cock slips out of your pussy. The two of you are leaking like crazy, covering the sheets in it. You a little more than Jungkook as the desperate vampire released three massive amounts of cumshots inside you. You hope that you will leak for days to come. It’s so hot to you.

“Oh god”, you croak, “holy fuck…”

“Soon princess”, Yoongi promises you, caressing your lower back, “I gotta get Kook back to us. Listen to me Kookie, I’m right here. You’re okay…I’m…”

His voice drowns out in your ears as you lose consciousness. You are so exhausted, you just want to fall asleep. This was the best thing ever.

Soft kisses pull you back to reality moments later. You open your eyes to Yoongi kissing your cheek. He pulls back and smiles.

“Hey there”, he whispers.

“Hey”, you breathe.

“How’s my princess doing?”

“Good, but tired.”

“Yeah? I’m sorry my love, I was rough”, he says, running his fingers down your cheek, “are you in discomfort anywhere?”

“No, just tired and a little sore”, you giggle, “I got fucked so good”, you whisper cutely.

“Mhm yeah, I fucked you good”, he says and kisses the tip of your nose, “you did so well, my princess. I’m so proud of you.”

His praise makes you feel so happy.

“I’ll start cleaning you up now, yeah?”

“Mhm okay.”

“Fall asleep if you want to, I’m right here. Kookie’s asleep too for now.”

You close your eyes and sigh contently. You feel so sleepy, maybe you’ll take him up on his offer and drift off into dreamland.

The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself in an unknown bed. A beeswax candle illuminates the room, the sheets smell like laundry detergent and the mattress is the perfect firmness. Your body aches, but in a good way. The kind of way it always aches when you shared a really passionate night with Yoongi. The memory of what you did mere moments before makes your heart flutter. You roll your head to the side, expecting to see his resting body but meeting Jungkook’s instead. He is sleeping soundly on his tummy with his strong arm draped over your waist and his face buried halfway in the pillow. He looks as happy as you feel. He is shirtless and clean. As are you, except that you are wearing one of Yoongi’s button ups. He must have carried you to his bedroom, cleaned and dressed you when you were passed out.

You wonder where he is now. He isn’t in bed with you and he clearly isn’t in the room with you, because he would have already talked to you if he were. Maybe he went back to working on the device. It makes you just a little upset if he did, because that means that he was still angry. Poor Yoongi. You really hope that he feels at least a little better and that he is merely downstairs to get something to drink.

Speaking of drinking, you are terribly thirsty and the glass on the bedside table isn’t enough to satisfy you. You peel yourself out of Jungkook’s hug, making sure to tug him in so he wouldn’t be cold. He is snoring peacefully, looking happy. Then you tiptoe to the bathroom with the empty glass in hand, slowing down once you hear the water run. Is this where Yoongi went off to?

You open the door cautiously. You were right. Yoongi is here. He is showering, having his back turned to you. He looks… You furrow your brows. He looks upset. Not in an angry kind of way, but a sad kind of way. He is slouching and his head is hanging low.

“Yoongi?”

He flinches, turning around quickly. His entire stature lets you know that he was embarrassed about being caught in such a state.

“I’m sorry for barging in here like that, but you were gone when I woke up so I got worried. Are you okay?”

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted water, but then heard you shower so I wanted to check on you. Are you okay?”

“Yes, just finished work and got dirty again.”

Yoongi turns off the water and steps out of the shower. He snatches a towel and begins drying himself. He looks nervous. As if you caught him in a private act and now he wants to flee.

“Are you sure that’s all?”

“Yes”, he avoids eye contact.

You place the glass aside and close the distance. Yoongi gawks at you, taking a step back. You reach for him and touch his waist. He tenses up. The towel is in his hands. He is naked and victim of your skinship and it fucking scares him because one touch is enough to crumble his composure again.

You hug him. Tight, strong and adoringly. Your hands are on his back, your arms around his torso and your cheek is resting against his skin. Yoongi tenses up more, dropping the towel with a gasp.

“You smell nice”, you murmur, kissing his chest before nuzzling your cheek against it. He feels so warm in your hold. Warm and really, really soft.

Yoongi exhales and sinks into you, cradling you in his arms and burying his face in your neck. He makes a little sound. Relief and helplessness, you can hear both emotions in it.

“Are you okay?” you ask him in a whisper.

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m here if you want to.”

Yoongi nods his head and places his hand on the back of your head just to pull you closer. His warmth melts with yours and creates a cocoon of comfort. For both of you.

“You weren’t too rough if that’s what you’re worried about”, you say.

“It’s not that.”

“Okay. What else?”

“I’ve become weak since I met you”, he whispers.

“What do you mean? No, you didn’t.”

“I did. I fought without thinking in the past. I killed whoever got in my way and pissed off whoever needed to be pissed off and I didn’t care who would come after me because of it. I acted reckless because I didn’t have anything to lose and I wasn’t scared. Not ever”, Yoongi pulls you closer, rubbing his nose against your neck, “now all I’m afraid of is losing you”, he confesses and shudders, “I’m so fucking scared all the time.”

“Yoongi, my love”, you whisper softly, “you won’t lose me, I’m here to stay.”

“You don’t know that. Death is so quick. It took everyone from me, over and over again. Why would it spare you?”

“Because I’m stubborn. You know me, I won’t go down without a fight.”

Yoongi laughs painfully. You chuckle.

“You’re so stubborn”, he agrees.

“Yeah I am and I plan on staying with you. Do you hear me, my love?”

He nods his head.

“Good, that’s good.”

He runs his hand to the back of your neck, holding you close as he caresses you.

“Please promise me to cherish yourself”, he says, “please don’t get hurt anymore. The image of you bleeding out won’t leave my mind, please don’t get hurt again. Not like this. Promise me.”

“Yoongi no, don’t think about that.”

“Promise me”, he insists with a soft squeeze of your waist.

“I promise, I’ll cherish myself. But only if you do the same with yourself.”

“I will.”

“Good. You should, my precious love. Can I do something to make the memory easier? I hate to know that you still have to think of it.”

“Don’t get hurt again please.”

“I won’t. At least not willingly.”

“Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

“Of course, I would do anything for you.”

Yoongi lifts his head, looking into your eyes. He doesn’t look so burdened anymore, instead adoration gazes back at you. You cup his cheeks. He leans into the touch with his eyelids lowering in relaxation.

You study his pretty eyes, “you look happier, my love. Do you feel a little better?” you ask him, running your thumbs over his soft cheeks.

He nods his head, lowering his eyes shyly. He touches your wrists, draws little hearts on them only to turn his head and kiss the tender inside of your right wrist. He stubs you with his nose afterwards, cradling your hands in his’.

“My most loved”, he whispers, closing his eyes, “what are you doing to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You make me weak, but fuck, I’d be damned if I missed out on this feeling.”

“Oh.”

He looks into your eyes and smiles. He guides your hands to his chest, squeezing them softly as he places them where once his heartbeat raced.

“Hm”, he hums happily, squeezing his eyes closed in a happy smile.

You giggle, lowering your gaze shyly. He makes your heart race like crazy.

“Do you wanna come back to bed with me, Boongie?” you ask him

“Of course. You should get water first though, my princess.”

“I will and you should cuddle with me.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding his head, “I will.”

You cuddle that night. And you take Jungkook into the cuddles as well. It felt like paradise. To all of you.

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fandomxrequestsxreaderxblog · 1 year

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The Death Of Peace Of Mind

Negan x Reader Smut MINORS DNI!!!!

Repost from side account fandomxfictionxstories

Summary: Inspired by The Death Of Peace Of Mind by Bad Omens, Negan thinks about all the good times you had

Warnings: choking, hair pulling, name calling/degradation(slut, whore, etc), use of pet names(baby, good girl), dirty talk, use of rope, face slapping, mentions of bruises, spitting, oral(fem receiving), p in v, unprotected(wrap it up!!), dry humping, semi-public, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, use of "Daddy" and "Sir"

I miss the way you say my name..

He thought of you, bent over his desk, back arched, with one of his hands tangled in the roots of your hair. His name falling from your lips like a prayer the harder he pounded into you. Your moans and whimpers that accompanied sounded like music to his ears. HIs other hand slides to your throat, closing around it.

“Say my name again, you filthy whore.”

“Negan.”

The way you bend, the way you break…

He gripped the rope tying your hands behind your back, tugging so hard there were sure to be bruises in the morning. You screamed out, already littered with bruises, the pain mixing with pleasure was nearly too much for you. He thrust into you brutally.

“I can feel you squeezing my cock, baby. You’re getting close aren’t you?”

You mumble and whimper incoherently, stars blurring your vision.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum until I tell you to.”

It becomes too much to bear and you let go, body convulsing, pornographic moans tumbling from your lips.

“Naughty girl. Are you so needy that you can’t even follow simple directions?”

Still coming down from your high, you can’t respond. He flips you onto your back and slaps you twice in the face, hard. Before grabbing you by your cheeks.

“Speak when you’re spoken to!”

“Yes, I’m too needy to follow directions.” You whimper.

“Good baby. Now, you’re going to keep cumming until I tell you to stop. I don’t care how much it hurts.”

You attempt to scoot away from him but he grabs you by the ankle and pulls you back.

“You will do as I say or it will be worse for you. Do you understand me?”

“...yes, Sir..”

“There’s my good girl.”

Your makeup running down your face..

You look up at him with those beautiful, innocent eyes. Cheeks red with hand prints, black mascara trailing to your jawline. He thought it wasn’t possible for you to look any sexier. He grabs you by the jaw and looks into your eyes. The look you give back would make any man cum on the spot.

“Open your mouth.”

You obey, opening wide, just the way he likes it. He spits right into your open mouth.

“Swallow. It.”

Without a moments hesitation, you swallow, tasting yourself on your tongue.

“God you’re such a slut. You’d do anything I asked, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy”

The way you touch, the way you taste..

Your fingers lightly travel over his beard, slowly inching towards his mouth. You trail a lone finger over his bottom lip. He revels in the feel of you soft fingers, touching him so gently. A feeling he’d almost forgotten.

Your clothes cunt teasingly grinds against his jean clad cock, head thrown back and a moaning mess. He was sitting in the front seat of the van, pulled off onto the side of a desolate road. You were seated in his lap grinding as hard as you could, using him to chase your own release. Gripping your throat and pulling you close he whispers in your ear,

“You feel so fucking good, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants.”

Your hands snake into his hair as he buries his face in between your legs. Your nails scratching his scalp sends a moan of ecstasy tumbling from his lips and straight into your heat. You tighten your thighs around his head, coming closer and closer to your undoing.

“You taste so sweet baby, I could eat this pussy for the rest of my fucking life.”

All it takes is one finger in your core after his praise for you to cum on his tongue. He happily laps up every last drop before trying to push you over the edge again and again.

#negan smith smut #negan smut #negan smith x reader #negan x reader

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via-l0ve · 1 year

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Could I request general two-bit and dallas (seperate) smut headcannons if that's okay ^^

a/n: I LOVE HEADCANNONS!!! you ask and i shall deliver. 🫶🏻

warnings: honestly just pure smut. Random gen. headcannons of Two-Bit and Dallas in bed! smut is under the cut. you’ve been warned!

Two-Bit Mathews:

def has a thing for mutual masturbation

i feel like he says stuff like “my pretty little slut.” or “Taking me so well, baby girl/boy”

sometimes if he’s just so desperate for a fuck and he dosent have a lot of patience he’ll just slide your panties to the side and pound into you

drunk sex happens because my boy is SO touchy when he’s drunk :((

i feel like he’s lowkey into cockwarming

“jus’ slide it in baby.. oh fuck.. jus’ like that.”

moaning in ur mouth when you guys are making out 😩

did someone say hair pulling kink bc i heard it

if he’s giving you head and you pull his hair-

he’s making you cum like 4 times. sorry bb

will almost get you to cum and then stop and you gotta beg the man to keep goin

likes missionary and when you ride him

he likes doing it in cars 🤷‍♀️

i feel like he’d literally brag to Steve about it💀 but if that was something you were uncomfy with he would stop when he knew

i feel like he’s down to try just about anything tbh

he takes aftercare seriously and always wants you to get a drink of water

he seems like the type to doordash food afterwards or take you to a drive in and you guys just eat and chill

but he also loves to just cuddle and hold ya afterwards.

says “i love you” a LOT

I feel like he wants to know he’s doing good

DIRTY TALK.

“so good for me baby. taking my cock like this. fuck.. what a good girl/boy.”

“y’feel so good on my cock… i can never get enough of ya.”

Dallas Winston:

Spit kink !

spits on his fingers before driving them into you or will make you taste yourself on his fingers afterwards.

if you’re giving him head and you gag around his cock - his soul will ascend to the heavens

throat fucking you is like heaven to Dallas

LOVES teasing you in front of the guys without them knowing

you both cuddling under blankets and talking to the gang while he rubs your clit and fingers you

“you gotta keep quiet, doll. cant have them knowin’ what were doin’, huh?”

calls you a lot of nicknames

loves it when you moan his name

he loves cumming inside you or on your chest

whether you have big tits or a flatter chest, whether you’re male or female, dosent matter. Dallas will finish on your chest and he will take a mental photo of what that looks like to jack off to.

BEGS you to take pics in lingerie (or nude) so he can have ‘em to jerk off to if you’re not there.

bondage kink too

i think he’d like to restrict you to a bedpost and throat fuck you or have you suck his cock while he’s all tied up <3

he’d be willing to sub but he would rather be a dom

He would sub on some days though

if you’re into smoking weed i can imagine high sex happening

he’d never force you into stuff

Feelin like he’s got a little slapping kink

slaps your ass or your face (gently, and with consent!!) when you’re going rough

OVERSTIM.

he gets hard from js thinking about overstimulating you until you’re a crying mess, begging for a release.

“no, not yet baby. i know you can take one more. one more for me, yeah?”

multiple orgasms

he can be gentle if that’s what you want but i think he def likes to go rough a lot too.

he does aftercare, makes sure you’re hydrated and comfortable but saves most of the talking for the morning after.

i also feel like he’d take your panties off with his teeth 🤭

#dallas winston #dallas winston smut #two bit mathews #two-bit mathews smut #the outsiders imagines #smut #thank you sm for this request #love u mwah

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gilverrwrites · 2 months

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if you had any inclination to do nsfw black mask headcanons, i'm just saying there is an audience for that and i'm in the front row 🖤🔥

NSFW Alphabet- Black Mask

Have been waiting all my life for 1 (one) singular person to ask for this. So here you go. Have a full alphabet of entirely self-serving NSFW Black Mask headcanons that give me life, I could go on forever but I wont. Please just take whatever resonates and have fun with it.

You can fix him? Oh yeah, well I don’t want to fix him, I want to be his good girl while he continues to be a vile and despicable villain.

CWs: Swearing, dirty talk, mentions of: humiliation/degradation, bdsm, blood, spit, pain. Nothing is graphic, but its there. I just think he's kinky and depraved, and I want him to do bad things to me ok bye. Rating: 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare can really vary. Roman is very kinky, and intense kink can come with intense drop both sides. So, if you’re someone he really cares about, he’s really good with the aftercare. He’s rubbing lotion on your bruises, running a bath for you both to relax in, “Whatever you need doll, I’m your man.” If you’re not someone he cares about, he’s not good with the aftercare. He’s sparking up an after-sex cigarette and tapping his fingers until you leave. If you take too long he’s kicking you out, he’s a busy man, no time to be waitin’ around for you to get of your ass. You should of known what to expect when you jumped into bed (or whatever surface) with him. If you’re in the weird in between phase where he’s trying to woo you, but he’s not ready to bare all yet, you’ll get a slightly softer side to him. He’ll offer you a cigarette, wipe down any stray fluid, and maybe even let you stay the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, they’re the best tools for inflicting pleasure and pain. With his partner, he likes their mouth. Likes hearing them moan, or cry, or praise him. Likes putting his fingers to the back of their throat and seeing how long they can handle sitting still, fighting their gag reflex, ignoring the drool that seeps down their chin, until they crack. “That’s it baby, hold still. Get my fingers nice and sloppy.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There isn’t a single part of your body he would object to cuming in/on. However, he really enjoys a good cream pie. Especially loves watching his cum seeping out of you, then scooping it up and either pushing it back in, or having you lick it off his fingers. “Can’t let a single drop go to waste.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I thought long and hard about this, I really did but… This man just has no sexual shame. Will he jack off into your lingerie, yes, and then he’ll tell you to wear it. Does he wanna watch you fuck yourself? Yes, so spread your legs and show him what you can do. Does he x, y, z… Yes, let’s do it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Roman has been around the block and back again, multiple times. It’s rare however that he comes back to the same person unless he sees potential.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary may seem vanilla, but it gives him most of the power, and allows him a good view of your face. He wants to watch the way you respond to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually deadly serious, but he can crack a joke or too, usually at your expense.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

(This may be a little self-indulgent here but:) Mans got such a deliciously hair chest and a matching happy trail, leading to a well-trimmed pubic area. Gotta look smart, in and out of his clothes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think intimacy and romance are two different things in this scenario. The things he does to you, and the things you do for him in the bedroom are highly intimate, but not necessarily romantic. His romantic side comes out in the seduction and the aftercare.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he ever jack off, when he has a perfectly good cocksleeve available to him 24/7 (you). He does masturbate when you’re separated for whatever reason, but if he can, he’ll do it with the aid of photos/videos he has of you. Will sext, but prefers a phone call, he wants to hear you getting off, and he loves the sound of his own voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Include, but are not limited to:

S&M: By nature he’s a sadist/dom, but will occasionally switch for the right person. Gotta put his money where his mouth is. Prove he can take as hard as he gives. Bondage: Less shibari, more suspension, spreader bars. Think restrictive and exposing. Medical kink: I’m not talking costumes and role play, I’m talking insertion, scalpels, examinations, enemas, etc, the whole 9 yards. Sensory deprivation: Sight, sound, touch. Impact play: Self-explanatory. Body worship: Give and take, he likes to be worshipped, but he loves to adore you too. Degradation/humiliation: Extension of worship, wants to fuck you so hard that you’ll do anything for him, even at the expense of your dignity. Don’t worry, it’s for his eyes only, “nobody will know what a desperate little whore you are for me.” Orgasm control and overstimulation: Especially when it results in dumbification. Praise: You did such a good job for me, “who’s my good girl/boy/baby?” Gotta keep you sweet. He also likes to be told when he’s doing a good job.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Man loves pain and torture, you can’t tell me he doesn’t have some kind of red room for a good torture session with one of his enemies. By extension, I refuse to believe that he doesn’t have a sex room. Both are filled with tools and toys meant for inflicting very similar, but very different forms of pain, yk?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I once heard someone say something to the effect of: Sex is like money, only to much is enough. And I think that perfectly encapsulates Roman’s libido. Show him some shoulder, look at him too long, breathe in his direction and you’re in for it. “You lookin’ to get your shit rocked right here, right now sweetheart?” “What, no I just- ” “You keep makin’ eyes at me like that and I won’t have a choice.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Roman loves to get down and dirty, cum, spit, blood, sweat, and tears. However, he doesn’t like actual dirt. You’d catch him dead before he fucked you in a back alley, or just outdoors in general.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

In his heart of hearts, Roman is a taker. He loves having someone on their knees. There are very few feelings better than having your cock worshipped, choked on, cried on, by someone ready and willing. One of the few better things is pushing someone over the edge again and again until they’re bumbling and begging with no idea if they want him to stop or to NEVER stop. Overstimulation and/or edging is a delicious form of torture all on its own.

“Are you all fucked out already? Pity, cause I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

It may seem generous of him, but he’s really doing it for his own thrills.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood, but typically foreplay & build up is slow, teasing, building to a hard and fast main event.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his first choice, but still a fan. If he has too busy a day or hasn’t seen you in a long while, then he won’t be able to help himself from bending you over the nearest surface and reminding you why you keep coming back to him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d never let someone other than himself see you in a precarious position, however, that wont stop him teasing you about it. Taking you in his office or the back seat of his car. Anyone could poke their head in and get an eye full. “What would everyone think if they saw you like this huh? Maybe I should show everyone what a needy little slut you are.” Realistically if anyone actually did interrupt, they’d be leaving without eyes, if they’re lucky. Bonus points if you have a secret hero/villain dynamic going on!!! He’d fucking love winding you up by telling you he’s gonna film you and show all your bat-friends, or that he’s gonna broadcast to all the civilians that their hero gets their kicks on their knees for him ahhhhhh.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go like 2-3 short rounds at a push, but prefers one long, drawn out session.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. Yes. Yes and yes. Whips, chains, gags, a myriad or impact toys, vibrators, plugs, the works, and then some. See K= Kinks for more idea of what kind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing is relentless. Before during and after. “You want me to what now? Oh, well you’re gonna have to bed real nicely then, aren’t ya?” “Does that feel good? Don’t you fucking look away, I said does that feel good?” “You were so sexy, blissed out on my cock earlier, think I’m gonna have to make you do that again, soon.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud per se, but he does not shut the fuck up. Grunting with each thrust, raspy groans against your skin, in your ear, and so so so much dirty talk. “Don’t you fucking dare squirm away. That’s it, you can take it, take it reeeallll good baby.” “What do you want, you want it here? You want it harder? Tell me what you need.” “Does that feel good? Yeah? Who did that to you? That’s it baby say my name, say my fucking name.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I can’t not talk about the gloves, right? I mean, the gloves don’t always stay on, obviously, he loves running his bare hands over your skin, pulling, pinching, spanking, skin on skin is so intimate. But also him being fully clothed, masked*, gloves on, just his zipper open enough to let his cock out while you’re fully nude; total head rush, he loves the power exchange.

*Yall can HC/imagine whichever version you want but I personally prefer my Roman with the mask stuck on, so it’s not like he has a choice in the matter.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sad to say its nothing special. He is physically fit, yes, with maybe a bit of pudge after overindulging, but the main attraction is maybe 6 inches, cut, and of average thickness. It’s not the size that counts, its what you do with it, but he’ll internally thank you if you pretend it’s the best and biggest you’ve ever had.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

See M = Motivation. Very high sex drive, he’s ready to go at the drop of a hat. However, he’s good at suppressing it, being a busy man, he cannot be thinking about sex all hours.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he has a pretty good control over his body clock, he’s one of those people that can just switch himself on and off when it comes to sleeping. He doesn’t have the time to be lying awake when he needs the rest, so through sheer spite he can will himself to sleep as soon as it’s time to, and he wakes up when he knows he needs to. This man is too busy, and to stressed. So if you’re doing it before bed, as soon as his needs are met he’s conked out.

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Can you give me something, anything, with Nick Jackson? He needs more love!!

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a – aftercare – { what they're like after sex }

nick would be kind of awkward, more or less he’d ask how you were feeling, if it was good for you etc… he’d still hold you close, offer you his body to lay on, cradle you in his arms until you fell asleep

b – body part – { their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s }

he does not have a favourite body part of himself, but for you he would say your thighs. they’re so pillowy and soft, he loves resting his head atop of them, peppering small kisses and love bites to your inner thighs. he also loves when his head is buried between them

c – cum – { anything to do with cum }

he’ll be messy with it, down right filthy. he’ll cum all over every inch of you multiple times. something about it just gets him going

d – dirty secret – { pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs }

being a good christian boy he’d never admit this to anyone, but one time when the both of you were younger he jerked off to you inside the church’s confessional booth

e – experience – { how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? }

nick has had his fair share of women, so he would have some experience, albeit its mostly vanilla

f – favourite position – { this goes without saying }

you’d half expect him to say missionary due to his almost goody-two-shoes nature, but this man prefers to be behind you, slamming your hips back against his, a handful of hair, whispering the raunchiest of sins in your ear

g – goofy – { are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc }

growing up, he was told that sex should be something feared, something that should never be taken lightly. yet as time passed and he began to experience the joys and wonders of fucking, he’s grown to be more carefree during it.

h – hair – { how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc }

he’d either be trimmed or clean shaven

i – intimacy – { how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect }

nick can be a romantic when he wants. intimacy comes in different forms, he’ll cherish you during, maintaining eye contact or with loving, sweet kisses, other times it would be him taking his time ruining you, watching you come undone, piece by piece

j – jerk off – { masturbation head cannon }

once he discovered the joys of masturbation, it was downhill from there. at least twice a day is a normal amount for him. on days where he’s feeling more frisky it could be up to four or five.

k – kink – { one or more of their kinks }

switch

mommy/daddy kink

pegging

breeding

religion kink

corruption

spitting

praise

degradation

spanking/mild impact play

voyeurism

biting

gags

female-led relationship

cuckholding

choking

outdoor/public sex

auralism/sound play

edging

orgasm control/forced orgasms

l – location – { favourite places to have sex }

even though it is sacreligious, he’ll fuck you in the pews of the old abandonned church late at night

m – motivation – { what turns them on? }

the slightest bit of flirtation gets him going, you just have to hint at sex and he’s already racing up stairs, or to the car if you’re not home

n – no – { something they would not do, turn offs }

i don’t think he’d be into filming that much, he’d rather keep those moments private

o – oral – { preference in giving or receiving, skill etc }

he receives most of the time, not that he doesn’t like giving, you’re just the one who offers first.

p – pace – {are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc }

he likes it rough and fast. sure soft sex is something he adores but nothing compares to the sounds you make when he’s buried deep inside you, absolutely destroying your insides

q – quickies – { their opinions on quickies, how often ect }

he’s already dragging you to the locker rooms for one, sometimes just mere minutes before a match

r – risk – { are they game to experiment? do they take risks? }

it took him a while to get used to expeirementing, before only thinking sex was just missionary and then orgasm. he now finds joy in coming up with new ways to make you feel good

s – stamina – { how many rounds can they go for? how often? }

you swear this man is not human with the amount of rounds he can go in a night. i’d say about three is a good estimate

t – toys – { do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? }

he’s got a stash hidden in the bottom draw of his nightstand, he rarely uses them on himself, he just buys them because he knows you love experimenting with them

u – unfair – { how much they like to tease }

he’s a big tease. no matter where you are he’ll always find an opportunity to tease you. although he can be kind of a hypocrite as he hates being teased himself

v – volume – { how loud are they, what noise they make? }

nick is loud, he adores the way you make him feel and will evidently voice it.

w – wildcard – { random headcannon }

“you’re going to hell for corrupting me, you evil witch” nick’s groans echoed through the empty cathedral. the sound cacophonous with thick acoustics as the sound bounced off the brick and stained glass

his size buried deep within you, bodies sprawled out atop the marble alter, before his god. he’s been questioning his faith for a while, thoughts of his god abandoning him in his worst moments, seeking comfort in the unholy wench that laid naked beneath him, greedily accepting the warmth of his loins.

a good christian boy he was, he should have known better than to seek sanctuary between the thighs of a woman such as you. but your grasp was far too strong for him to fight, you’d corrupted him the moment he stepped foot inside the cathedral

“looks like you’re coming with me”

x – x-ray – { lets see whats under those clothes, their size }

he’s about average length. maybe five to six inches.

y – yearning – { how high is their sex drive? }

he thinks about sex all the time, especially if it’s during long trips away from you

z — zzz – { how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards }

he would not fall asleep right after, he’ll make sure that you’re comfortable first, lightly playing with your hair or tracing shapes in your skin

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fandomxfictionxstories · 1 year

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The Death Of Peace Of Mind

Negan x reader smut MINORS DNI!!!

Summary: inspired by The Death Of Peace Of Mind by Bad Omens, Negan thinks about all the good times you’ve had together.

ALL ACTS ARE CONSENSUAL

ALL WORK BELONGS TO ME, I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY SORT OF REDISTRIBUTION

Warnings: choking, hair pulling, name calling/degradation(slut, whore, etc), use of pet names(baby, good girl), dirty talk, use of rope, face slapping, mentions of bruises, spitting, oral(fem receiving), p in v, unprotected(wrap it up!!), dry humping, semi public, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, use of “Daddy” and “Sir”

I miss the way you say my name

He thought of you, bent over his desk at The Sanctuary, back arched, with one of his hands tangled in the roots of your hair. His name falling from your lips like a prayer the harder he pounded into you. Your moans and whimpers that accompanied sounded like music to his ears. His other hand slides to your throat, closing around it.

“Say my name again, you filthy whore.”

“Negan”

The way you bend, the way you break

“I can feel you squeezing my cock, baby. You’re getting close aren’t you?”

You mumble and whimper incoherently, stars blurring your vision.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum until I tell you to”

It becomes too much to bear and you let go, body convulsing, pornographic moans tumbling from your lips.

“Naughty girl. Are you so needy that you can’t even follow simple directions?”

Still coming down from your high, you can’t respond. He flips you onto your back and slaps you twice you in the face, hard. Before grabbing you by your cheeks.

“Speak when you’re spoken to!”

“Yes, I’m too needy to follow directions.”

“Good girl. Now, you’re going to keep cumming until I tell you to stop. I don’t care how much it hurts.”

You attempt to scoot away from him but he grabs you by the ankle and pulls you back.

“You will do as I say or it will be worse for you. Do you understand me?”

“…yes sir..”

“There’s my good girl.”

Your makeup running down your face

You look up at him with those beautiful, innocent eyes. Cheeks red with hand prints, black streaks of mascara trailing to your jawline. He thought it wasn’t possible for you to look any sexier. He grabs you by the cheeks and looks into your eyes. The look you give back would make any man cum on the spot.

“Open your mouth.”

You obey, opening wide, just the way he likes it. He spits right into your open mouth.

“Swallow. It.”

Without a moments hesitation you swallow, tasting yourself on your tongue.

“God, you’re such a slut. You’d do anything I asked, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

They way you touch, the way you taste

Your fingers lightly travel over his beard, slowly inching towards his mouth. You trail a lone finger over his bottom lip. He revels in the feel of your soft fingers, touching him so gently, a feeling he’s almost forgotten.

Your clothed cunt teasingly grinds against his jean clad cock, head thrown back and a moaning mess. He was sitting in the front seat of the van, pulled off to the side of a desolate road. You were seated in his lap grinding as hard as you could, using him to chase your own release. Gripping your throat and pulling you close he whispers in your ear.

“You feel so fucking good, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants.”

“You taste so sweet baby, I could eat this pussy for the rest of my fucking life.”

All it takes is one finger in your core after his praise for you to cum on his tongue. He happily laps up every last drop before trying to push you over that edge again and again.

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m0aning-myrtl3 · 7 months

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My cum was dripping off my rapist’s raw cock and down his balls by the time he finally pulled out of me. Some man I’ve never seen before didn’t bother to waste a condom on me and his cum was leaking out of my hole and I was still twitching and panting from the wave after wave of orgasms that crashed through my body while a stranger slid his unprotected cock into my wet box.

“You really are a stupid whore, aren’t you? You didn’t even ask me to wear a condom or pull out or anything. You couldn’t spread your legs fast enough when you heard me unzip my pants. Easiest fucking pussy I’ve ever gotten. Let me get a picture of you…”

He pointed his camera at my pussy and smirked, then started talking, recording the cum slowly seeping out from between my pussy lips, dribbling over my asshole like lube.

“She didn’t ask me to stop once, did you?” He asked, pointing the camera at my face. There was no hiding it, I was glowing from multiple orgasms and when he pushed his finger into my asshole I felt a smile involuntarily tug at the corners of my mouth. The camera was close on my ass, a clear shot of my slippery hole letting his finger in with zero resistance.

He pulled his finger out and the camera followed it up to my face where he rubbed his cum slick finger against my lips as if it were lip gloss and not a finger he just had up my ass. I could feel my checks were still flushed and my skin still dewy and damp from the throws of my orgasms. I had never felt more beautiful, like a glowing goddess, and I licked the cum off my lips out of instinct, tasting my own asshole on video for my rapist. He leaned in close and I thought he was going to kiss me but he pressed his phone to my face and whispered in my ear “is this the first time you let a man rape you?” I just shook my head and he barked “say it for the camera, dummy. Is this the first time you let a man rape you?” “No.” I said, surprised at how clear my voice sounded considering my pussy was still pulsing between my legs.

He laughed and said “you know you’re not supposed to cum on your rapists cock, right? You know it doesn’t even count as rape if you cum. Right? You know that?” He hadn’t moved the camera out of my face and I knew he wouldn’t until I answered. “I know.” I said, my nipples stiffening on camera. He chuckled and started tapping his finger against my glistening asshole and said “you know.. my friends are never going to believe this. Can I show some people this video?” He moved the camera between my legs and got a clear view of my tight little hole twitching with every tap. He then spread my pussy wide and pointed the camera at the cum still slowly bubbling out of my greedy hole. “Well? Say I can share this video.” He finally pushed his finger back into my asshole just to pull it out and push it straight into my pussy. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and laughed at the cum that was coating his finger. He put his shiny finger in my mouth with the camera pointed at my face and said again “say it.” While pushing his finger down my throat. I started gagging and he pushed harder, my throat closing around his finger as I choked and gagged. He pulled his finger out and I gasped for just enough air to say “you can show people” and coughed. While I was panting for breath he said “when you gag, your throat feels just like your pussy when you cum on my cock.”

He stuck his finger in my asshole again before pushing it back into my pussy. He kept going back and forth, from my ass to my pussy back to my ass. After slow, torturous dipping into my holes on the camera, he panned back to my face and shoved his fingers down my throat and made me gag on my own mess. He finally put his phone down and started pushing the cum covering my asshole back into my pussy that he just gaped.

He picked up my shirt and fumbled around with it until he was holding the front of it and wiped his cum and my pussy juice on it for everyone to see. He tossed it further away from me before he walked away without another word and I couldn’t stop thinking about his sperm deep in my young fertile pussy. Even though I’m not on birth control I was only scared of one thing:

Never seeing him again.

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black magic [02]

request. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife) + sukuna’s first time with his wife

cw. slight angst, insecurities, lots of making out, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, sukuna worships reader, spitting, cum eating, teasing! sukuna, face-off kamasutra position, soft dom! sukuna, unedited fic, pwp

song inspo. leave the door open (bruno mars)

note. i want a husband sukuna

part one | part two

Sukuna gently takes your palm into his, soft and warm lips meeting your bruised knuckles that have seen years of hard work in exorcising curses like him. Uncanny that he showed so much affection to his enemy by nature, treating you with such care and tenderness that shouldn’t have been so possible for an evil creature like him. You’re supposed to love it, be grateful for it, yet his sweet gestures only irritate you, even more so when he retires to bed just like that without even so much sparing a glance your way.

You’ve been married for a year now that you’ve had enough of his confusing gestures towards you. One moment, he was showering you with love, regarding you like you were the light of his life before he’s walking away the next moment and pretending you don’t exist.

He was so infuriating. He would kiss you and hold you, but never touch you or be in the same room with you any longer than an hour. Even in bed, he’s always making sure his back is turned to you, peeling your arms off of him each time you attempt to cuddle him on times it got too cold. It hurts and dwells dangerously at the back of your mind – it would’ve been better if he got angry at you and announced he despised you, but he never did – that his hot and cold nature bothered you more than anything else.

You’ve eventually had enough that you just stopped caring. Barging in during his bath time, your nostrils flare upon seeing your husband so relaxed in the tub. Even after a year of marriage, he’s so unaffected and unaware by your need for him.

He really doesn’t care.

“Little one,” Sukuna blinks as he sits up from the tub, strong arms hanging off the edges of the bed. You admit; he really was beautiful and a desirable man that you couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but crave the one thing you knew you weren’t supposed to have. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you not want me?” you suddenly demand, tears already streaming down your face faster than you would like. Hell, you never wanted to cry in the first place. “Am I not desirable enough for you?”

Sukuna chuckles nervously.

Oh, great, now he’s nervous around you?

“What are you going on about?”

“Don’t act like I don’t know what you’re doing,” you snap, “Every time we go to bed, you always put some distance between us and keep to your side of the bed. You push me away when I try to reach for you and you never touch me or kiss me on the lips. I-I understand this marriage was against your will, but I’m still your wife and I need you, okay?” chest tightening uncomfortably, you place a hand over your poor, aching heart that is further crippled when Sukuna’s face falls. “I just feel like...you’re sickened by me, like you cannot stand to be with me in the same room as me. It makes me feel like...it would’ve been better if I wasn’t here.”

You don’t know what kind of response you’re expecting from him after your outburst, but definitely not him standing up to loom over you. You respectfully avert your eyes from the sinful image of water dripping down his defined body, but it’s too late and he’s too close already that you won’t be surprised if he can hear your heartbeat pumping frantically.

He was large and imposing, truly a terrifying sight right before you especially with his tattoos that trail and wrap all around his muscular thighs, yet you’re not nervous because he could hurt you.

Rather, you’re agitated because he’s so close, so within reach that if you step a little closer, you could easily find the warmth you’ve been dreaming of for so long.

You’re frustrated because you want him though you shouldn’t.

Just then, Sukuna caresses your cheek and pulls the both of you back in the tub with you above him, and him lazily grinning above you. You gasp, abashed, that your clothes were soaked to the brim and it stuck close to your damp skin until it took the shape of your silhouette. Sukuna, on the other hand, is completely unbothered as he eyes your pebbled nipples poking through the thin material of your nightgown and simply drags you forward on his thighs.

“S-Sukuna—”

“You really have no idea, do you?” he whispers lowly, his long claws carefully tracing down the sides of your jaw. “My innocent, little lamb...the reason I distance myself from you is because every waking day that you are right beside me, my self-restraint thins, and I’m not sure I can hold back a little longer from you taming me,” Sukuna’s dark eyes brims with something unreadable as he holds your gaze. The look he wears is beyond intense that he takes your breath away, literally, and you’re left gaping at him silently. “I push you away because I want you more than anything else, but I respect you and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You-you want me?”

“Clearly, little one, you’re inherently unaware of how captivating you are,” Sukuna says as if if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you shiver at his words – or from the cold water, you don’t really know. “Stop looking at me like you want me to kiss you. I may not stop once I get a taste of you. Like I said before – I won’t touch you unless you asked.”

You do remember him saying that from your first time together, but your head goes blank, and no words leave your lips even as you mouth nonsense.

Sukuna taps your lips. “Speak, little one. You need to use your big girl words.”

“Kiss me,” you vociferated in one breath, desperately clutching on your thighs. “Please.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to push you away as his eyes narrow into suspicion, but soon he’s tugging at your collar to bring you down for a heated kiss. Sukuna is tugging your robes down until your collarbones are exposed, his tongue and lips leaving yours to leave marks and love bites all over the patch of skin instead. You tug at his hair as you crane your neck to the side, succumbing to the undeniable pleasure his warmth and greediness consumes you with.

Grinding down on his groin, you notice he’s already hard. Hard for you, and this realization makes you kiss him back hungrily as you whimper above him.

Sukuna is feverishly sucking on your tongue and pawing at your breasts the next instant before the spell is immediately broken just as it happened. For before you could reciprocate the same amount of eagerness he kissed you with, Sukuna is already sliding you off of him until you’re on the other side of the tub, left staring at him wordlessly with his lips red and swollen.

“Not today, little one. I think that’s enough.”

You hear your heart shatter into pieces. Pride; it was about the only thing you had, but it seemed even that had been taken away from you.

“You really don’t want me.”

Your voice cracked as your eyes began to tear up.

“No, love, that’s not what I meant,” he groans into his hands, “Believe me, I’d spent enough nights sweaty and frustrated knowing I can’t ravish you and have those lush thighs around me already,” waiting for him to continue, Sukuna sighs and holds you closer, though he could only caress your knee right now that you’re wary of getting hurt again. “This is your first time, okay? I want to make it special for you – you’re not experiencing bliss with me if it happens impulsively with you barging in my bath.”

Something like hope lights up inside you.

“Y-you’ll really do that for me?”

“Tch, brat, don’t go all soft on me now. I wouldn’t suggest testing my patience even further,” he playfully flicks your forehead when you tried to kiss him again, but Sukuna is already tilting his cheek to other side before you could. You would’ve been heartbroken again that he’s refused you, but his words held more than reassurance – and so did his uncomfortably hard cock – that all previous insecurities vanished into thin air.

Sukuna grabs you by the waist to plant your feet on the ground outside the tub, carrying you as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll to him. “Now go and get changed. I’ll fuck you another time.”

“Don’t say it like that!”

“My deepest apologies, little one,” he commented sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, though his smile turned genuinely warm the last minute. “I’ll make love to you when you’re ready.”

He must’ve lied.

You’re annoyed because Sukuna is intentionally avoiding you and acting like you don’t exist. Pissed off, you go into a curse exorcising spree to get the King of Curses out of your mind, reminding yourself that he was vile like them and he didn’t deserve even a second of your time.

Although no matter how hard you tried, your mind still kept racing back to him even as you come back home, bloody and tired when you realize the temple is eerily quiet. Not a living soul could be found around, no servant fretted at your arrival and your husband most definitely did not lurk in the shadows like he usually did. The only sign the temple hadn’t been abandoned yet were the lines of candles trailing down the hall to your shared room with him, and you gasp as you see the petals decorating the bed and rose-scented candles lit everywhere.

Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.

But he was felt as he kisses your neck, his hands untying the knots of your yukata. You stiffen in reflex before relaxing as soon you recognize his scent. Behind you, Sukuna pauses, his lips still in the column of your neck.

“You’re upset.” He wasn’t asking; rather observing.

“Not anymore,” you mumble in response, although you weren’t entirely convinced even as you come closer to the bed, your husband trailing behind with his pinky looped to yours. “Did you do all this for me?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“I love it, thank you,” you hide your smile for him, not wanting him to see that it’s so easy to alleviate your anger to him. He has to earn your approval again, so you turn to him with a forced scowl and arms crossed against your chest. “But why were you ignoring me for days?”

You intended to look intimidating, but the King of Curses only laughed.

“You look cute when you’re mad. Plus, it made you want me more than you already do, didn’t it?” he chastised, the implications of his words making you pout in humiliation. Sukuna is quick to step closer to you, cupping your cheeks into his hand, and you hated how easily you leaned into his touch. Nevertheless, you turned away from him, using all your energy to muster your most serious ‘I’m not bothered’ face.

“Aw, don’t be shy, it’s written all over your face, little one,” he breathes on the shell of your ear, hands trailing down to lightly drape your clothes below your shoulders. Unable to hold it back, you end up shivering at his featherlike touches.

“It’s okay. I loved hearing your soft whimpers every time you touched yourself in the bath, thinking that I’m probably not around to hear, hm? You forget I sense everything,” his laugh is mocking yet laced with lust, “From the frantic singing of your heart, the way you tense up a little when I’m around, or the way those beautiful legs of yours clench together each time my robe is a little loosened,” Sukuna dips his nose right under your jaw where his tongue darts out to lick a flat stripe down your neck, and just like that, you’re breathlessly clutching on his white robes that are already unfastened. Damned tease.

“Even the smell of your arousal is enticing me to enrapture you right now, little one. I can practically hear the silent begging in that pretty little head of yours.”

You forgot how to breathe.

“B-but I’m dirty, I just finished exorcising curses.”

“Would it be comedic if I said I am aroused at the thought my wife could easily end me right here and now?” shaking your head at him, Sukuna smiles mysteriously. “But you won’t, would you? You need me too much for that,” he leans closer than he already was before, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Tell me, do you want me?”

“Yes,” you whispered breathily, “Please, Sukuna, touch me.”

“It’s my love to you.”

“Not Your Majesty?”

“Hmm, that is delightful to hear as well,” he says, “But let’s our drop our titles. For now, whatever happens between us is intimately between man and wife. Now go clean up, little one. I’ll be waiting for you once you’re ready.”

You waste no time into darting to the bath, scrubbing the blood and dirt on each nook and crevice of your body until you’re squeaky clean. You’re about to head back to bed when you quickly practice puckering your lips to make yourself look desirable, muttering hopefully flirty lines that would make your husband want you more before calling it quits from the embarrassment you caused upon yourself.

By the time you’ve completely dried and moisturized yourself to absolute perfection that you’re confident of yourself, you find Sukuna emptily staring into the ceilings. “Done already? Someone’s eager.”

You roll your eyes at him. Why did you like him again?

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly, little one,” he confides, patting his thighs to encourage you to climb onto him. Now that things were actually getting real and your endless dreams would soon become reality, your palms grow sweaty as you settle yourself onto his lap. “You tell me right away if I’m hurting you, you understand? One word and I’ll stop; though I doubt you’ll be in your right mind to want to stop once I’ve had my way with you.”

You don’t really understand much of what he’s saying anymore.

He’s kissing you so slowly, so passionately and you’re both undressing each other that nothing but desire and lust clouds your thoughts in that moment. You’re drunk on the sweet taste of him, his natural musky scent beyond intoxicating for your mortal self to handle. Too lost in the bliss of finally being intimate with him, you don’t realize Sukuna has already pushed your towel down until it pools at your waists. His sharp intake of breath is the only thing that pulls you back to reality as he greedily takes in each beautiful curve and dip of your body.

His stare is so fervid that you grow shy and cover yourself, where Sukuna quickly grips your wrist as a warning. “No. You do not hide yourself from me.”

“Then stop staring too much.”

“Is it a sin to appreciate divine beauty?” he tilts his head to the side and blinks at you innocently. “You are ethereal, my wife.”

Before you could be too flustered to respond, Sukuna fortunately saves you from the embarrassment by kissing you again, though it doesn’t last long before his mouth is trailing from your collarbone and down to your breasts. You mewl as Sukuna eagerly sucks on one breast, the other showered with attention from his rough, calloused palms. Meanwhile, you push his clothes away to expose his strong shoulders which you use as leverage because his ministrations make you feel like you’re losing control over your own body.

Rolling your hips on his erect cock, Sukuna groans through your skin, squeezing your breast hard enough that you can’t take it anymore right after he tweaks your nipple. “Love, please, I need you right now.”

“Patience, little one,” he reminds, “I need to prepare you well.”

“I’ve been waiting for months, Sukuna, I’m sure I’m more than ready.”

“Emotionally, sure, but physically?” he chuckles darkly, “Little one, do you not understand your nimble fingers cannot compare to my cock? I might hurt you if you’re not stretched out enough.”

“Then stop kissing me and start—” you’re cut off with a gasp, your nails sinking down harder into his skin the moment his fingers began to rub at your pussy. “Y-your claws—”

“I kept them for years, but I had to cut them just for you, little one. What do you have to say about that?”

“Thank you,” you offer with a breathy moan, head falling into his shoulder from the overwhelming yet welcomed intrusion. “Oh, Sukuna, it’s too good, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he bites the shell of your ear and tugs at the lobe, basically biting it between his teeth to distract you from another long and thick digit pushing past your walls. “One more?”

“O-oh!” his thumb has now joined the party by rubbing soothing circles on your clit, effortlessly pulling your lips aside with the rest of his digits to expose your sensitive bundles of nerves for him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, watching and drinking in the face you make – pleasure written all over your features from the swollen lips, pupils blown wide, and desire pooling in swirls of curiosity and eagerness. It’s a face he never wants to forget; a face he wants to see more of that Sukuna eventually lays you down against the pillows, admiring how unreal you looked in that moment.

Hair splayed all over the pillow, legs spread wide open with his hands caressing your core, and a strong arm gripping his with small gasps accompanied by desperate calls for his name to do more, please you more – your words instantly translate into commands.

“You are so beautiful,” Sukuna praises rather angrily, “Never forget that. Each inch of you, fuck, you are the most dangerous mortal, you know that?”

You don’t have time to react before he’s going down on you and spreads your legs apart, keeping them pinned down to the bed. The stretch hurts but he easily soothes your pain by massaging your inner thighs, crawling down to kiss your ankles, then licking all the way up to your knee where he stops for a second, only to happily be on your sopping cunt the next moment. He’s peppering barely there kisses to your inner thighs just on your outer lips, his breath warm and teasing on your heat.

It feels like he intends to ruin you tonight.

“Sukuna, stop teasing!”

“What do you want me to do, little one?” he grins from between your legs, the vibrations of his chuckles resonating deep within your cunt that sporadically clenches right in front of his face that’s shamelessly imprinting your scent deep into his memory. “How can I make you feel good?”

“You know how!”

“You need to tell me so I know. I can’t read your mind.”

“Your mouth...”

Sukuna’s smile grows wider the longer you struggle to find your words, but exactly how in the world could you say such vulgar things out loud? He is far more patient tonight than any other day, however, that Sukuna props himself to his elbows to peer up at you innocently. “Where do you want my mouth and what should I do with it?”

Swallowing the rest of your pride, you finally utter: “T-taste me...down there.”

“Here?” he prods your clit, pulling a high-pitched gasp from you. Your husband’s smirk is nothing short of condescending just before he finally kisses your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth until you writhe before him. It takes minimal effort for someone of his strength to hold your legs in place, his grip just tight enough to be commanding. The thought of being completely in his mercy made your head spin in circles, your chest heaving up and down from the pleasure he was blessing yet torturing you with. “You’re so responsive, little one. I’m honoured I’m the one who gets to make you feel like this.”

“M-more, please, I need more.”

You expect him to tease you further, but your husband must’ve noticed that you’re too edged and decided to have pity on you. He doesn’t waste another second before he’s wrapping his lips around your pussy, treating it as if it were your own lips that always tasted like honey.

Sukuna is completely immersed in the act of pleasuring you with his tongue only, so much so that he’s silent aside from the little hums he lets out while you moan for him.

Unable to care about being too loud anymore (not that you needed to since Sukuna had made everyone go back home to give you both privacy) you find yourself throwing your head back, legs falling open wider to grant him deeper access to your most sensitive parts. Sukuna continues to massage your inner thighs and even drags the back of your knee to rest on his muscular back littered with battle scars and tattoos, the dark markings on his skin flexing with each movement. His eyes are closed and his nose is grazing against your swollen clit that had reddened already, your pussy lips opening up like a new world he had to explore, and explore he would.

Your hands find solace in his hair the shade of gentle sunsets that were often shared in lazy kisses and subtle touches, nails dragging across his scalp just enough to make your husband hiss right between your legs. Something begins to tighten in your belly as you grind your clit onto his face, too absorbed in the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue now poking against your entrance and the past barrier slowly blooming open to welcome him.

With shaking legs and a chest drenched in sweat, pebbled nipples further stimulated by the cold breeze drifting in from the windows, your eyes snap open as that rope snapped deep within your belly.

Your gaze shoots down below you to watch your husband ardently lapping your juices like a man starved. Now this wasn’t new to you – you’ve heard enough about the King of Curses and his bloodlust. Whispers of his thirst and desire to slay entire towns and even feast on mortals’ souls was enough to keep you at bay when you were still a young sorcerer, for it was already a blatant warning that Sukuna would feed on anything and anyone, that his hunger was quite something that couldn’t be satiated.

But seeing him unhinged and a slave to pleasing you has never felt more erotic that you ride out your orgasm, toes curling and legs trembling every now and then from the aftershocks of your high.

Slowly, Sukuna darts out his tongue one last time just to leave a teasing touch to your clit before he’s crawling right above you again. The ceiling is obscured by his large frame hovering over you, arms trapped between your head and his gallant member poking just between your thighs. You end up shivering under him as your husband regards you – with affection, pride, curiosity – gentle in comparison to his true nature in caressing your cheek, both of you unbothered by the slick that meets your skin.

“Are you okay?” he breathes out, watching your fucked out smile bloom into a felicitous grin.

“Perfect,” you mumble, although rather shyly. You’d seen him naked before, but never hard, and never with the intention that soon you’d truly be connected – in heart, in body, in mind, and in soul. The thought makes your heart skip a beat, your eyelids growing hooded as Sukuna absentmindedly traces patterns on the curve of your hip. “Sukuna...you’re perfect.”

Your husband laughs, the sound of his glee contagious that you’re chuckling with him as well. “Have you seen yourself, little one? I think I fall for you harder each day.”

His sudden confession brings about a silence in the room, but it wasn’t comfortable, and neither was it tense. If anything, it destroys any traces of previous hesitation and pent up anger that’s only been formed in the first place due to the fact he was Curse and you a sorcerer.

The nature of your relationship had been paradoxical to begin with, perhaps even beastly, but nothing was beastly about it now as you wrap an arm around his neck to bring him closer to you. And Sukuna was just that – the man, the Curse, the feared King whose simple mention of his name made mere mortals tremble – the same person that somehow understands your silence better than anyone. No words were needed when he could read your mind and knew his way around your heart a little too much, not once leaving his lips on yours as he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you before him. Both of your skins are hot and flushed, yet you’re greedily touching and pulling at one another, his large palms clawing at your ass to pry your pussy lips open while you drag your nails down his chest.

He grunts into your mouth; the sound deep and masculine that it vibrates all the way down to your core. You gasp into his mouth – your breath immediately swallowed by his tongue that dances with yours – once you feel him slip inside.

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before.

You’ve fought and exorcised countless of curses that pain was no stranger to you at this point, but never had you felt so...alien to a sensation both tragic and addicting. Pulling away to breathe air back into your lungs, your forehead knocks with Sukuna until your noses are brushing against the others, mouth hanging open as your walls struggle to accommodate him.

“Oh, oh god,” you mewl above him, eyes wide open as you witness each inch of his cock disappearing from the motion of you swallowing his length whole. He was big; terrifyingly so, and you shake with fear that you wouldn’t be able to take him or that he might rip you apart. “Su-Sukuna—”

“You’re fine,” he reassures by pulling your cheeks back to him, your delicate face trapped between his rough hands. Although his eyes are dark with lust, there’s a tenderness behind them that placates you. “You can tell me to stop if it hurts. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

There’s no lie or hesitation behind your voice. Sukuna watches your face carefully to detect any sign of discomfort, but you want this, want him, and the pleasure combined with the tolerable sting only makes you desire him even more. The mere fact that there had to be pain and sacrifice, that you had to place your whole trust in him before you could truly succumb to the pleasure and love that created light and hope in this world was enough for you to want to keep going.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, and Sukuna wipes away the frown on your face with the pads of his fingers.

He allows you to go at your own pace until you’re completely seated on his cock, the heated member throbbing so hard inside you that you think he’s poking and prodding right deep into a place where you could hold him close the most.

It’s too much and too good that for once, you let your walls crash down as you bury yourself in his shoulder. Sukuna holds you closer by pulling you right into his chest, large arms wrapped around your frame while your breasts tease the rugged and taut muscles of his body. Even the slightest movement of you adjusting yourself on his lap makes his cock graze against your bumpy walls that you’re both moaning left and right. As you struggle to make sense of the sensations bursting within you, Sukuna’s self restraint hangs dangerously by a piece of thread. You can tell by how he’s cupping your ass and lifting your body up effortlessly before he slides you back down on his thick pole, that single, simple gesture repeated over and over again along with him bringing his hips back up to meet your warmth sending a scorching heat all over your body.

“Love, that’s, fuck,” you curse incoherently, and upon hearing a profanity leave your otherwise innocent lips makes something snap inside your husband.

Sukuna is gripping onto your hips for dear life as he bounces you up and down on his cock, tilting his head back just to scrutinize your connected bodies. A thick ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock until it slides down on his veiny cock, sounds of skin slapping against skin and the loud squelching of your pussy even more beautiful than the screams mortals have moments right before their death in his hands. But Sukuna be damned – you felt too good that this might as well have been his death.

“You feel so fucking good,” he praises through gritted teeth, easily manhandling you and throwing you back on the bed where he’s on you in a second. “Look at you, little one, taking my huge cock so well. It’s like you’re made just for me – you want to be with me, don’t you? I would please you, fuck you good every day, yes, fuck!”

Sukuna ended up hitting a spot that equated to uncharted territory, causing you to tighten around him with a sharp cry. “Oh, right there, right there!” you rub your clit for further stimulation, moaning louder when he hoists both your legs on his chest.

He presses your legs and hugs his around his arms, flipping it to the side until your feet are right beside his ears. Sukuna has gone completely feral – his pace and drive animalistic, growling like a predator consuming his prey before he softens, kissing your ankles just as he grips your legs to make them squish together. The sudden lack of space makes your pussy tighter and more sensitive for him that you’re fisting the sheets right beside you, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence. You’re babbling mindlessly on how good he’s making you feel, completely limp and motionless under him from how deep he’s hitting.

“Please, please, please—” you cry out, reaching out just seconds away from your orgasm with the need to touch him. Sukuna gives in and lets go of your legs until they fall at your side, stretching you out further from when he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

He’s caressing your cheeks and swipes a thumb over your tears, quite nearly folding your half. His balls are slapping against your ass the harder he thrusts inside you, but his hips are stuttering and he’s panting right beside your ear that you can tell he’s close. It prompts you to wiggle under him to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer and clutching his scalp just to have him impossibly close, because even thinking about letting him go sounds too painful, especially now that he’s claimed you as his just as you’ve marked him yours.

“I worship you,” he blurts out with a few final thrusts that has you crumbling under him in a silent scream, your focus completely on his dark, passionate eyes as you came. Sukuna then laces his fingers through yours while he pumps himself inside you, your walls milking him of everything he’s got. “You are divine, my wife, you have bewitched me for eternity.”

“Sukuna,” you call out weakly, and he’s quick to litter kisses all over your face from your whimpers. “Sukuna-I-I—”

“Shh, I know, I know,” Sukuna places a finger on your lips, letting you calm down from that earth shattering orgasm he just gave you. He pulls his spent dick out a minute later and scoops up your cum that’s spilling out from your pussy lips, his gaze never leaving yours the whole while he sucks his fingers inside his mouth. He’s so dirty and erotic that you’re clenching around nothing once more, but he shakes his head with a low chuckle as if he can sense you want more. Sukuna kisses you just to transfer the cum mixed with spit right onto your tongue, gripping your jaw when your eyes widen at him. “Swallow it, little one. That’s just a taste of what I could give to you.”

You don’t know what pulled you to actually swallow it – it tastes bitter and even a little salty, though it had a bittersweet tinge of scent to it that you don’t mind, especially not when Sukuna just stares at you like you’re most his prized possession.

Sukuna is right by your side the next moment. He’s tamed the next moment, pure comfort and bliss from the way he’s tenderly running his fingers up and down the sides of your body like he’s memorizing the feel of you around him. You both don’t say anything as you place your cheek right above his chest, arms locked on his chest in a desperate cling, but neither does he want you to let go. Sukuna threads his fingers on your hair before you feel his lips caress the crown of your head, mumbling sweet nothings right as you’re welcoming sleep.

Until he taps your breast.

“Little one?”

“Yes?”

“We never had our honeymoon, do we?” he queries, and you twist your head to face him as your brows draw together in thought.

“No, I don’t think we did. I pushed you away from me on our first night together, remember?”

Sukuna’s eyes shone with mischief. “How could I forget? You tried to kill me right after our wedding,” both of you share a laugh at the memory, though there were no more harsh feelings or contempt shared, only love, and love only. Sukuna softens under your gaze as your chuckles tinker down to a giggle, your finger teasingly drawing circles on his chest as you bite your lip. And like always, Sukuna knows you just a little too well. “I know that look. What is it that you want, little one?”

“You.”

“Me?” he repeats with a dark chuckle that sends heat right down to your womanhood. “You already have me, little one, your wish has been granted a long time ago.”

Your face burns. “I mean, I want you. Again. One more.”

“One more?”

“Or maybe a lot more,” you pipe up, but Sukuna’s smirk is growing more and more devious that your former tenacity soon dwindles down into meekness. “O-only if you want to. You must be tired.”

“Little one, I’m the King of Curses, did you really think I would be tired from fucking my sweet little wife?” At his words, Sukuna tilts your chin until you’re left with no choice but to be held captive under his lust. He leans down to teasingly bite your bottom lip, and you’re already breathing hard as you feel his hands begin to trail down to your core that’s more than eager to take him all over again. “Like I said, I worship you, and I’m nothing but a bewitched man who would gladly fuck his wife as long as she asks.”

Safe to say, you couldn’t exorcise curses for quite some time.

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Distraction

Matt Murdock x afab!Reader

Summary: You have things to do around your apartment, but your needy boyfriend has other things in mind. This is the first part of a series of scenarios and short one-shots I’m planning in which the reader’s apartment is next to the Nelson & Murdock office.

Warnings: Smutty, but no actual smut (no underage readers please), language

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Though you couldn’t feel his eyes on you, you knew Matt was watching you in his own way. From where he sat on your small couch he was probably listening to your footsteps, your breath, the rustle of your clothes. “Are you almost done?” You turned around, a plate and a cup in your hand, and shook your head. You knew Matt couldn’t see it, but he’d know you shook your head anyway, and with how often he’d already asked that same question in the last couple of minutes you couldn’t bother with an actual reply. “I need to finish tidying the living room and then I have this essay to write.” You turned away from your boyfriend to place the dishes in the dishwasher, only to find him in the doorway when you returned. “You know”; he started with a sinful smile on his face. “We could throw our clothes all over the room, really give you something to tidy up.” He reached out to you and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer just a few centimetres. “And what would we be doing without our clothes, Mr Murdock?”, you asked in a sultry voice, leaning closer to him until your lips were almost touching. You knew this was nothing but torture for Matt, feeling you so close, feeling your breath on his lips and hearing your heartbeat right in front of him, probably even smelling your arousal, but since you’ve lost count of how often you’d try to seduce him while he stoically remained focused on his work you thought he deserved some payback. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. I’d do anything to get you out of those sweatpants and that-”, he stopped in his sentence to run his hands upwards from your hips towards your breasts, stopping with his thumbs right underneath them. “Are you wearing my shirt?” You laughed. “Are you gonna sue me?” Matt shook his head. He leaned even closer and began kissing from your shoulder up to your ear, carefully nipping at your earlobe and biting the sensitive skin just under your ear. “Oh no”, he chuckled in a way that made your panties just a bit too wet for comfort. “But I might punish you.” It took all your strength and restraint to take a step backwards and gently push Matt away from you. “I really can’t”, you said, bending down to pick up a sock you had thrown down last night. Matt didn’t miss his chance to return his hands to your waist and push your ass against his crotch, where you could feel a growing erection. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning, but based on the low chuckle Matt could tell. “How about after you’ve cleaned up?” You got up again, sock still in hand, so that your entire backside was now pressed to Matt’s chest. In turn he wrapped wrapped one of his arms around you and pushed the hair out of your neck with his free hand before he began to attack your neck with careful bites, followed by soft kisses. It was the contrast between the slight sting and his soft lips that always got to you, and the bastard knew it. “Essay”, you managed to say, your voice only slightly uneven. “Remember?” Matt hummed into your neck. His hands had now found their way under your shirt and were drawing circles on your naked stomach and waist, slowly inching towards your boobs. “You can write your essay, don’t worry. You can just sit down and I’ll do all the work. Let me make you feel good, it’s been too long since I’ve tasted you”; he whispered into your ear. Of course Matt was lying, only last night he had used his mouth and fingers to make you cum multiple times, but the man was insatiable. With the memory still fresh in your mind, and Matt’s hand now gently massaging your boobs while his teeth sank into the soft skin under your ear, you couldn’t hold your moan in anymore. “Matty, I can’t. I really have to write this essay. Besides, my roommate will be back soon.” With one hand still kneading your breast Matt’s other hand moved up to gently wrap around your throat, using the hold he had on you to pull your head back until it rested on his shoulder. “If only I had an office next door.” He applied some pressure to your throat, whether it was because he enjoyed feeling your heartbeat or the reaction it got from you you’ve never managed to figure out. Before you had a chance to reply his other hand moved down, into your sweatpants and to the elastic bands of your panties. One finger, Matt’s long middle finger, slipped underneath, resting ever so close to where you needed him most. “It’s Saturday, sweetheart, we’d be all alone in my office. Just think of me eating you out in my chair, fucking you on my table. And then, on Monday, that’d be all I could think about, and I might just use my lunch break to pay you a little visit, make the most of your home office situation.” His finger inched closer and closer. He had you wrapped around his finger, you’d agree to just about anything right know, and you knew he knew it. “God, I hate you.” Matt added a slight bit of pressure to your neck as he ran his tongue up your neck until his mouth was right above your ear once more. “If you continue to talk like that I’ll have to punish you for that as well.” A grin made its way to your face. You began to grind against Matt’s erection ever so slightly, biting your lips to hold back another moan. “As long as I can write my essay afterwards.” Matt removed both his hands from their places to wrap an arm around your waist. He began to guide you to your apartment door, moving around furniture and all the chaos you had yet to tidy with ease. “What makes you think you’ll be able to sit once I’m done with you?”, he asked as he opened the door to his office.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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💕 shaving kink. I can't believe that even something as simple as shaving can cause so much horny 😩 There can be anything here. His girl is just there only watching his shave, she asks him to shave him, Bucky asks her to shave him etc

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Summary: based on the request

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, creampie, unprotected sex, further implied smut, mentions of death, fluff

Word Count: 1333

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The mirror implied everything that he was about to do as he slathered shaving cream onto the bottom half of his face, over his beard that had grown out a decent amount over the course of his last mission. Bucky wanted his face to look smooth and clean, he usually allowed his stubble to grow a little, but never too much. He knew that you were a fan of his rugged and disorganised appearance, not to mention the delicious burn that would scathe the inside of your thighs whenever he went to town to fulfil his appetite, which was practically the entire endurance of his free time outside of avenging. The pitter patter of your bare feet along the ground alerted him, allowing him to expect you to enter your shared bathroom; he saw your reflection walk until you were behind him, your body blocked from view as he continued to gaze forwards. Your arms interlocked around his waist, as a content smile tugged at his pink lips.

It felt like he could stay like this forever, trapped in the bliss of your tender embrace. A frown paved a shadow across his expression when you released him from your wrist touching clasp, enough it soon lightened as you reeled to the front of his visual perspective, and sat up on the countertop in front of the mirror. “You look good with a completely white beard.” Swiping your finger over the barrier of foam that coated the lower half of his face, you tapped it against his nose, to which he rubbed off on the back of his hand. “You’re so sexy.” Biting your lip, your eyes advanced to his hands, which grasped the blade that he was planning to use to scrape the applied shaving cream and follicles on his face out by their roots. Despite the modern age which supplied razors, it granted Bucky comfort to do things the old fashioned way. Though he still made an effort to learn about the various forms of technology, he still preferred the company and use of old cliches, such as record players and radios. They matched his tastes, which were as fine and timeless as wine. The slip of silver that he danced between the fence of his fingers raised, the blade between his pads as he jutted the handle to tap at the curve of your chin.

“Fancy shaving for me doll face?” The husky tone to his words caused your breath to clog in your throat, though you were certainly not going to decline the trustworthy offer. It made you swell with pride, that the man that had once been brainwashed into being a world renowned assassin, and a target on the government’s most wanted, had an endless abyss of faith in you. With certain hands, you plucked the possible weapon out from his grip, and into your own. It was light, and could do many things, like change Bucky’s face in multiple ways. “Try not to slit my throat, otherwise you’ll be the one left to clean that mess up.” He prematurely warned you, to which you gently kicked his shin, reducing the smug tendency off from his face.

“Shut up Barnes and let me do my job.” Was what you told him as you spread your legs further, so that there was room to accommodate him between them. And as expected, he shuffled closer, to which you responded by grabbing purchase upon his face, as you stroked a line with the sharp edge down his throat. You repeated the action a couple more times, cleaning the blade after each pursuit on the towel that was resting beside you. Bucky’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to cool himself, and not think about how attractive you appeared to him. He allowed you to carry in for a few minutes, until he got tired of just standing there, and began to tug at your shorts, causing you to stop your progress of shaving for him. “Quit trying to distract me Buck, otherwise you’ll have a massive scar from your lip to your jaw.” He simply sighed, rolling his eyes as he without conviction, pulled the material down, coercing you to squeal from subjected shock.

“Loosen up doll, or better yet, let me loosen you up.” He pushed his sweats down, causing his erection to slap up against his pebbled abs, though he frowned as you went to place the blade down. “Oh no, you’re multitasking baby, you’re gonna run that down my face as i stretch you out.” It was a risk, one that had you nervously gulping, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to push him away. Instead he braced his hands upon your knees as he pushed into you, slowly pressing inch by inch into your heat, and leaving you to adjust a time that you would say was too long (no pun intended).

“Move.” Was your order, and Bucky simply tutted you, tapping the back of your hand, hinting that if you wanted him to do anything other than cockwarming, you’d have to finish your project. And thus you rasped the metal against the layer atop of his skin, and raked it down until you could see the smooth exterior of his flesh. It was difficult to diffuse all of your attention onto focusing on not causing Bucky to bleed, when all that your mind ran over was how full you felt from being stuffed by his hard dick. What made it significantly harder was when he began to move, to which your hands lightly shook. You were almost finished anyways, in concerns of removing all the hair from his face and staving off your high. It was a simultaneous struggle, and in the end, you allowed the blade to fall in the empty sink, as you clutched onto his taught shoulders.

And that, you giving up and surrendering to your primal desires made Bucky do the same. He thrust you back against the mirror as he leant and rested his hips against the edge of the bathroom unit. To anyone else that’d have been an uncomfortable position to be in, but the soldier just did, not care about that, nor the remnants of shaving foam that accessorised his complexion. He threw his vibranium hand against the mirror, smashing it behind you as his flesh hand grabbed your hip, rutting you against your abdomen, your clit getting stimulated by the fine hairs below his v line. The pair of you were drawing closer to the equivalent of your highs as your breaths laboured, and you rabidly found each other’s mouths, spearing your tongues alongside one another.

With one particularly harsh thrust you saw stars in your peripheral sight, and Bucky bucked against you, relishing and extending the bliss of his engaged orgasm. “I thought you wanted me to shave your face?” A breathy laugh fled from your lips as he remained inside of you, cocking your brow towards him. “We both knew how this was going to turn out doll.” He responded, grabbing the clean side of the shaving towel just as he was about to pull out from the lack of your cunt. “Though I actually have to finish shaving now.”

“Do you want me to help?” You lifted your hips as he pulled out, his cum leaking from your folds, as you reached down and inserted your fingers into your entrance, pushing his seed back inside of you. Bucky intently watched, licking his lips as he drank down his saliva, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, swirling his wet muscle around in the constrictions of your mouth, attempting to toy with your tonsils. “That sounds like a round two to me…” he suggested, making a part of you felt like you were never going to leave this bathroom, but by no means was that a complaint. You could stay in here until Bucky’s face was completely shaven, and that could be quite the while. Just as well you had plenty of free time.

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jenomark · 3 years

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Helloooooo! I was wondering if you could do a reaction with nct 127 queen they come home and the girl has Victoria secret on waiting for them.

Taeil: When he walked through the door, he didn't notice what you were wearing. You stood behind the couch in your pink blush babydoll dress, watching your boyfriend closely to catch the moment when he became aware. "I'm tired." Taeil sighed, his eyes finding yours for comfort. There was a spark in his eyes when he saw what you were wearing, and a bigger spark once you stepped out from behind the couch, your lower half without panties. Taeil's eyes trailed down the blush colored fabric that skimmed just above your pussy. Without speaking, he walked over and sunk down to his knees, burying his face against your warmth.

Johnny: There was no hesitation for Johnny. He closed the front door behind him, saw you sitting there playing with yourself, your skimpy lingerie just a thin barrier between his mouth, and he was making a beeline towards you. "What a welcome home." Johnny said, biting on his bottom lip. He got down to the floor in front of you, the smell of the world outside clinging to his clothes. His hands took over, using his fingers to pleasure and satisfy you. The eyes that were practically popping out of his head were greedily looking over every part of your body, taking in every inch of skin on display. "I'm a lucky, lucky man." he said, pulling the thin g-string down your thighs.

Taeyong: The slip dress was the soft color of a lilac flower, its fabric as delicate as its petals. Wearing it left little to the imagination, as it showed off the slightest raise of a nipple. Taeyong let his mouth close over the raised bump, the wetness from his tongue being soaked up by the fabric. He didn't want to ruin the slip, but seeing you waiting for him in the lingerie made him eager to have what was underneath. You grabbed the back of Taeyong's neck and whispered, "Fuck me." So, Taeyong fucked you in the slip dress, his fingers careful not to rip the silky straps, and his cock careful not to drip cum all over it.

Yuta: He was speechless, his face blank. You walked around like everything was perfectly normal, even though your body was scantily-clad in expensive lingerie. Yuta's eyes followed you around the room. He kept swallowing, his words trying their hardest to climb their way out of his throat. "You don't have to speak." you said, sitting him down in a chair and straddling him. You could feel how aroused he was underneath you. "You don't have to say anything, really." you said, moving just enough to get Yuta to groan. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your lips touch against his earlobe. You said, "The only thing I want to hear from you is my name, when I'm riding you in a few minutes."

Doyoung: He was impressed, that was his first reaction. His second reaction was one of adoration for you and the surprise you set up for him. The lingerie you wore was a little complicated with it's gold hardware and multiple belts, but it was very pretty. Doyoung touched your inner thigh, running his finger underneath the stretch of fabric that connected to a piece around your waist. He whistled, smiling only when you shivered from his touch. "This is sexy. "he said. "And this is all for me?" You spun around for him so that he could see you in all your glory. Doyoung squeezed your ass gently and pushed his body against yours. He grabbed the bottom of your chin and kissed you before whispering, "I'm going to enjoy taking every bit of this off."

Jaehyun: "This is a surprise." Jaehyun said. You were wearing a lace, long-sleeved bodysuit. It wasn't as revealing as your normal lingerie, but you knew Jaehyun liked a challenge. "Come on and unwrap the rest of your surprise." you said. Jaehyun bounded forward with enthusiasm, pulling you against his body and lifting you into the air until you were on top the kitchen table with your back against the wood and your legs wrapped around his waist. He was looking for a way to rid your body of the lace suit, his fingernails digging into the fabric so hard that he accidentally tore it from your stomach. "Shit." Jaehyun said, stopping to check your reaction. "Just tear it." you said, desperate to have him inside of you. Jaehyun dug his fingernails into the fabric, using his muscles to rip it all apart.

WinWin: He did his little routine after coming home from work every night: he hung up his jacket, rested his wallet on a dish by the door, and asked you the same question as always, "What do you want to eat for dinner?" Before WinWin could turn around, you answered, "You." He wasn't confused by what you had said, but he wanted to make sure he had heard you correctly. Turning around, the white lingerie clinging tightly to your body, gave him the answer he was looking for. "Do you think you'll finish it all this time?" he asked, smirking. You nodded, watching him undo the belt buckle on his pants. You were on your knees before he made it to you, opening up your mouth for a taste of his cock.

Jungwoo: "Hi!" you called, turning around to look into the fridge. You bent over, arching your back and sticking your ass into the air. From behind you, you could hear how still Jungwoo was. You stood up slowly, shut the fridge, and turned to face him. Jungwoo's mouth was wide open, his eyes asking you a million questions, and his arms hanging limply by his sides. He wasn't expecting to come home and see you in cheeky lingerie. His eyes were on your chest, the see-through top grazing against your nipples enough to make them hard. "What are you gonna do about it?" you asked him, the sexual tension thick. Jungwoo crossed the room, his smile mischievous, before he grabbed you and bent you over the kitchen counter, pushing those cheeky panties right aside so that he could fuck you.

Mark: He couldn't help but smile, his face lighting up. "You look really cute." Mark said, tucking his phone into his jacket pocket and tossing it aside. You had wanted to hear that you were sexy in your bra and panties, not cute. You were getting ready to cover your arm over your soft tummy, your insecurities making your neck feel hot, when Mark spoke, "Did I say cute? I meant sexy." He came to you, pulling your arms out of the way to see the body that he had loved many times before. Mark kissed you, slipping you a little tongue. "Definitely sexy." he said, moaning into another kiss. You didn't start to feel more confident until Mark touched the bra clasp and begged you to take it all off.

Haechan: You only texted him that you had something to show him, that it was important. Haechan came into the bedroom like he had run home, his face full of worry until he saw you laying across your bed naked. "I got this new lingerie. " you said. "I wanted to know what you thought of it." Haechan's eyes were following your hand and how it snaked between your breasts and down your bare stomach. "Where is it?" he asked. You opened your legs and laughed at his reaction, how he had nearly fallen to the floor trying to follow your fingers. " Oopsie, I forgot to put it on." you said. Haechan got onto the bed and crawled his way towards you. "Good." he said, opening your thighs wider.

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spidey-sophie · 3 years

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Red Light || Tom Holland Smut

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Stripper!Reader (p.s. If mob!Tom isn’t your thing, you can still read this. It is never explicitly confirmed that he is a mob/criminal. Only implied once/speculated. He can be any kind of millionaire!Tom you want to imagine!)

Summary: Every night there are a variety of customers. But this night is different. As you’re doing your usual dance routine, you notice the hottest guy you’ve seen in a while, and he is looking back at you, his eyes are burning your skin way more than the blaring stage lights. Who is this man and why do you feel this way? It’s almost like you’re doing this dance for him and his eyes only.

Word count: 12.2k

Warnings: drinking, smoking, smut, soft!dom!tom, guided female masturbation, edging/one little orgasm denial, oral (female + male receiving), fingering, spanking, ring kink (is there even such a thing?), multiple orgasms, squirting, slight choking, mirror sex, exhibitionism, cum play + swallowing. She also sucks on his fingers a lot, but it's me, so is that even a surprise? Explicit smut - minors dni.

Notes: This is the longest and dirtiest fic I ever wrote! After a loooong break it is finally here! I had so much fun writing this story and I hope you will enjoy reading it. I feel like I talked to so many people about this fic and I want to thank everyone for supporting me! First of all, thanks to everyone who liked and reached out to me after I sent that ask to @duskholland. I had no intention of writing it, but after all the feedback, I had to do it! Biggest thank you ever goes to miss impulsive gemini aka @sinisterspidey for editing this and beta reading it! You're a boss, chlo! Another big one goes to my bday girl @worldoftom who helped me with editing and HYPED me up to finally post this. Also, lovely @hypnotized-so-mesmerized and @nowayhomeparker for jumping in with a few ideas. I hope you'll enjoy reading it! Please let me know what you think, I am vvvv excited to read your comments!

♡ Ily and happy reading ♡

“Are you nervous?” Your friend and coworker Natalie asks. You’re sitting in front of the large vanity mirror, LED lights showering you with brightness. This is probably your favorite part of the night - putting your makeup on in the right places, transforming into someone else for an evening. But, no matter how much you love doing this, going up on that stage makes your heartbeat rampant. You just smile at her, trying to hide the fact that indeed you are nervous.

“You’re going to be amazing.” She tightens her arms around you, leaving a trace of her glitter on your body. You watch her as she starts removing her wig, humming to the barely audible music from the stage. You’re the newest addition to the current setup, so everyone is being especially nice to you, always asking you if everything’s okay, offering help whenever you need it.

You don’t exactly hate your job.

Sure, it isn’t something that you ever thought you’d do, but here you are, trying to smear the right amount of highlighter over your chest and shoulders. Since backstage was a bit too crowded, you put on your headphones and play the song you’re about to dance to help you relax in the process. After six months, you still get a little nervous before going on that stage. Even though your coworkers often say there’s no reason for it, customers are either too drunk or too thrilled to see you and enjoy your talent. Still, you can’t control your nerves and you need music to stay calm. And sometimes you like to go through the dance routine again before going on stage.

Yes, your dream has always been to be a dancer. You've been showing talent since you were little. Some would say that you first started dancing, and then began walking. However, when you finally started dancing professionally, you never believed that you would do it without clothes. On the pole. In a strip club.

The salary is good. Customers are mostly decent. When, in rare cases, they aren’t, you can always count on the help of the security. You see this job as something temporary, until a better opportunity arises.

The club you work in is extremely popular. The owner made quite a reputation for himself and his club, so people from all parts of London often come to visit the famous “Cherry on Top”. All of the dancers have their own ‘thing’. You’re all shiny, oily, and sexy, and yet every one of you have your own flair. Ruby, who you’re the closest with, is on stage at the moment. She’s best known for her impressive pole skills. You witness her muscular arms holding her entire body on the pole, swinging and swaying. She was the first one who accepted you into the club and offered to give you some tips about pole dancing and flirting with customers.

Once she’s done with her routine, it’s up to you. You watch her collect the money from the floor, thanking the audience and running backstage.

As she passes by you, she whispers, “show them what they came for”, before running off with a wink.

Being the only professionally-trained dancer in the current setup, you made a name for yourself fairly quickly. Everyone already knows that they can expect a great show from you. You don’t only display your body, but also your talent. Or at least that's what you tell yourself. The owner of the club recognized your talent and enthusiasm and made you his main star.

You try to always put on a great show for your audience. Every Thursday night is your night - it’s the night when you do your routine for the first time. And then, you do the same the following Friday and Saturday nights. This time, you picked a rather unconventional outfit for a strip club.

You decide to start dancing wearing a suit. Under your loose-fitted black suit, you’re wearing the tiniest pair of lingerie, with jewels and matching pasties for your breasts. Getting naked in front of an audience was a bit odd at first, but you’re used to it by now. The owner of the club has strict rules and lots of security so you and the girls always feel safe. If someone is causing trouble or tries something that you aren’t comfortable with, all you need to do is to give a quick nod to the security and that guy will be out of the club in the next few seconds.

As you’re finally getting ready to get on the stage, you wink at Tuwaine, the security guy working today. He stands next to the stage, watching carefully over all of the customers, making sure everything is right and stays right throughout the night. You walk slowly up the few stairs until you’re finally on the stage. Just a few seconds ago, Tuwaine set up a chair in the middle of the stage. It’s not unusual for you to use props while dancing, but you’ve been excited for this routine for the entire week. You spot Ruby and Natalie at the bar, giving you thumbs up and cheering for you. They never miss your performances.

The lights are off and once you hear the first beat of the song, you take your place on stage and wait for the lights to come back. You stand in the center of the stage, keeping both hands raised above your head. The chair stands next to you with one of your legs on it, while you stand firmly on the floor with the other.

With the first ray of pink and purple lights you start moving, seductively swaying your hips, but only lightly at first. At the same time, you slowly move your right hand across your left one all the way down to your shoulders.

As soon as the lights are completely on, your movements become more noticeable, stronger and more precise. You drag your right hand over the entire length of the leg that is on the chair. You finally move and strut provocatively behind the chair and caress the back of it with your hands while checking the crowd.

The first piece of clothing you throw away is your hat and you throw it at a table where several young men are, one of them obviously having a bachelor party. You wink at him and turn back to the center of the podium.

You get out of your suit jacket and since your eyes are now finally used to the bright lights you take a moment to look a bit through the crowd. You’re so used to doing this every week, so that you don’t even miss a beat now while exploring the faces of visitors.

Your dancing consists of lots of seductive movements--grinding on the pole, provocative thrusts with your hips, and lots of you touching your body. You want the audience to imagine their hands instead of your own. You love to be in touch with your body, to use your every little move to your advantage. While other dancers usually pick popular hip hop and trap songs, your taste is a bit different. You prefer dancing to softer, slower, more sensual tunes.

There is something about all that attention that you get when you are on stage--being the only thing that the sea of watching eyes is focusing on. Controlling them with your moves. Listening to gasps, moans, and applauses every time you peel off another layer of your clothes. The thought of being their fantasy, the center of their desire, excites you.

The room’s filled with guys, and sometimes girls, too. Every night there are a variety of customers. Businessmen, tech nerds, college boys, bachelorettes, middle-aged men who bring their sons, middle-aged men who want some fun, older guys, younger guys, politicians, celebrities, but also your neighbors. This night isn’t any different.

You recognize some familiar faces, the usual customers who are there almost every night. You nod to Gary, the nice guy who brings you flowers and offers to walk you home every night after you’re done with work. He never tried anything, and he never even paid for a private booth with you. He only brings you flowers and sometimes cards for your birthday or holidays.

Just as you are about to turn around and sit on the chair, you notice the hottest guy you’ve seen in a while. He’s sitting at the table behind Gary’s, while pink, purple, and blue lights illuminate him. And he’s looking at you. Once your eyes finally lock, he gives you the cutest smile. He’s wearing a black suit with a light blue shirt underneath, slightly unbuttoned to put his perfect chest on display. You quickly turn around, trying to hide the smile that he most certainly caused. It is not unusual for you to find someone cute in the audience, but this guy is truly something else. From the moment you saw him your heart started drumming and it’s no longer in sync with music. It’s beating faster, doing it’s own thing.

You slowly take off the lower part of the suit, and the cheering of the customers becomes so loud that it emphasizes the music. You sit on the chair and turn towards them and smile as soon as you make eye contact with any of the customers. But still, your smile is most sincere when it meets his honey-colored eyes. You can't describe exactly what attracts you to him so much and why you can't look away.

Is it because of his beautiful face, piercing eyes, or lips that are twisted into the most seductive smile? Is it because of the fact that he sits so casually, and again so masculine, strong, dominant? He is not sitting alone, and there are a couple of other young men at the table with him, two of them that look so much like him and another blonde sitting closest to him. But none of them radiate the same energy as him.

You have to remind yourself, again and again, that you have to dedicate your attention to other customers and take your eyes off of him. At that moment, you are only in a white shirt, and as you reveal one of your shoulders, you hear more and more sighs from the audience. The bottom of your shirt flares enough for all of them to see your shiny pink thong. The dance floor is already flooded with money, but they keep throwing you some more.

You slowly unbutton one shirt at a time and once again look at the mystery hot guy. As you do this, your hips move to the beat of the music and the speed at which you unbutton follows the rhythm. He can't take his eyes off you, as his eyes follow your hands like a magnet. And that's why you decide to tease him. You slowly move your hands from the already unbuttoned shirt and run them along the inside of your thighs. Spreading your legs apart and running your hands painfully slowly over your heat you can see him licking his lips, eyes glued on you. It’s almost like his eyes are burning your skin way more than the blaring stage lights.

You play with the hem of your underwear, teasing the audience, but more so teasing him. He now has a fist in front of his mouth, squeezing it tight, so tight his knuckles are turning white. As much as this teasing is fun, it is that part of the song when you go up on the pole. You get off of the chair and finally take off your shirt.

As you throw away your shirt, you stand next to the pole taking your position and get ready to hop on it. The men howl at the sight of you clasping both of your legs around the pole and grinding upwards using the strength in your upper arms. Once you get high enough, you unclasp your legs from the pole and start slowly swinging back down, holding yourself with both of your hands.

Quickly, you hook your right leg over the pole and hold it tight with your thigh muscle, releasing both of your hands from the pole, and using all of your strength to keep yourself on the pole with just your leg muscles. It took you some time to master the art of pole dancing. You still considered yourself a beginner, but it was fun. It brought more tips.

And now, it’s time for the big move--you’re supposed to turn upside down, hook your right arm over the pole and do a split. It’s a move you kept practicing with Ruby for the past few weeks and now you finally decide to try it. Turning upside down is easy; the harder part is doing a split from this position. In that moment your eyes wander to the mystery cutie and his eyes haven’t left your body, not even for a second. As your legs start spreading apart, his head is slowly moving forward, he’s totally lost in you, watching you in awe with his mouth slightly open.

Almost perfectly synchronized with your legs, his body leans forward. When you finally do the whole split, you notice an almost proud smile on his face. Who is this man and why do you feel this way? It’s almost like you’re doing this dance only for him and his eyes only.

When you're done with the pole portion of your routine, you slide down, grinding your ass on it. You smirk at all the bills the customers keep throwing at you. You lean your back against a cold, metal pole and start grinding your ass up and down. Almost everyone in the club is cheering for you, but he’s the only one you care about, the only one you’re looking at.

And you’re also the center of his attention. The boys around him are talking but he’s not leaving you out of his sight. He brings one of his hands to his shirt, unbuttoning it a bit more and you notice the rings he has on his fingers. You run your hands up and down your body, while grinding, imagining your hands were his and the pole behind you was his lap.

Your song is almost over, so now it's time for the grand finale. You get up from kneeling next to the pole and strut your way a bit closer to the group of excited men in the front row. You turn around, bend over a bit, and slowly run your hands over your butt cheeks. You move your hands over your hips, waist, all the way to your shoulders. With an innocent expression you turn your head around to face them as you tug your bra strap. And with a faux surprised look on your face you do the same thing with the other strap.

Everyone in the room is howling now, and you finally unclasp your bra and throw it away in the crowd. You can’t help but smile at their reaction. No matter how many nights you do this, that feeling never goes away.

You turn around to face them now, and the first person you look for is the mystery guy. His eyes are now glued to your exposed breasts, only covered by two glitter pasties. He looks up to you and genuinely smiles, with an open mouth, his tongue slightly peeking from the edge of his lips. And then he does the hottest thing you’ve seen in a while--subtly, he tilts his head a bit, and burns through you with his eyes. The right corner of his mouth twitches and moves upwards, forming a devilish smirk. He nods at you, so fast and subtle that if you blinked you would’ve missed it.

You slowly get lower until you are on all fours, face down, ass up, twerking to the sound of beat. You smile to the guys around you, but you can’t help but feel a bit sad because you can no longer see the one you care about the most. Since the song will be over in a couple of seconds, you do another split, this time on the floor, close to your audience. You pick some money from the floor and throw it all over your head.

Slowly, the lights go off and you wait for the stage lights to completely shut down on you and rush backstage, trying not to drop any tips that you collected while dancing. You try to take one last look at the mystery hot guy, but the people around you are standing up, chatting, moving around, or dancing. The little wave of sadness rushes over you and you feel a slight embarrassment in hoping that he’d be waiting for you, cheering for you, or something else.

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After your performance, you quickly change into something more decent and hurry to get out to the bar for a few drinks. Or, to be completely honest, look for the curly haired guy. It’s not like you plan to do anything with him, you just want to look at him a bit more, admire his pretty face and his smile.

Unfortunately, you can’t find him. Your eyes travel from one part of the room to the other, but he is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, superstar!” You can hear Ruby waving at you and inviting you to join her and Natalie at the bar.

“That was so hot! I got turned on, can’t even imagine how these wankers were feeling,” you hear Natalie from behind and, judging by the way she is hanging around your neck, she’s a bit tipsy.

“Thanks, turning you on was my main intention.” You and Ruby smile at her and order your drink while listening to Natalie gushing about Tuwaine, speaking about how sexy and beautiful he is. She always does this, speaking more to herself, every night after she gets a bit drunk. They have some sort of friends with-benefits, complicated relationship, and you know way too many details about it --way more than you want.

You just roll your eyes at Natalie giving him heart eyes and whisper to Ruby, “Uhm, did you, by any case, notice a ver…”

“OMG, here he comes, I can’t talk to that arsehole right now!” Natalie practically screams near your ear and leaves the two of you confused. Once Tuwaine approaches you, her behavior suddenly becomes clear.

“What was that?” he asks, “Nevermind, Y/N, someone asked for a private booth with you. You have ten minutes to get ready. Don’t kill the messenger.”

“What? Fuck, I told the boss I want to stop doing that.” You aren’t very fond of private booths. It’s one thing to be on stage, distanced from everyone, enjoying yourself and flirting with them while dancing. You don’t even mind occasionally strolling through the audience and making small talk with the customers. But being face-to-face with a customer always makes you nervous. The rules are strict – no touching, no kissing, and absolutely, in no circumstances, any kind of sex. And you’re thankful for those rules. Every booth even has a camera installed, something else you like.

“Yeah, he knows, but this is a very important client and he asked specifically for you.” You’re left confused and drain your drink before you go get ready.

“Who is that client anyways?” You ask while coughing a bit since the shot you just drank was a bit too strong.

“Someone from the Holland family.”

“From what?” You ask, having no idea who they are talking about.

“Oh my God, THE Hollands?” Ruby almost spills her drink all over her once hears the name.

“Who are the Hollands?” You are still clueless, but from the look on Ruby’s eyes, you’re the only one in the room who doesn’t know who the Hollands are.

“I can’t believe you don’t know who they are; they own, like, all of London. No one knows how they got so rich--probably some illegal stuff involved. Dad and four sons. I had no idea they’re here. Oh my God, please be safe, they might be dangerous.”

“I’m a big girl, Ru, I can take care of myself. But thanks. If anything goes wrong, I can count on this guy anytime.” You throw your hand over Tuwaine’s shoulders. You really have a genuine friendship, and whenever it’s his shift, you feel more safe.

“Yeah, yeah, but you better hurry up.”

“I am, I am, thanks T.” The last thing you want right now is to go and dance for some stranger, and especially not for some fishy millionaire. You’re tired and you want to spend some time with your friends and get a couple of drinks. As you walk backstage to change your clothing, you can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed over the fact that just a few minutes ago you were looking for a cute guy who watched you dancing. What were you even thinking could happen? The owner of the club is always very clear - no sleeping with customers, not even after the show. He doesn’t want any allegations or anyone to think that his girls are up for anything other than dancing.

You put a pink wig on your head and pick a baby pink lace thong and a bra with rhinestones on it and rhinestone fringes falling from the bra cups all the way down to your thighs. You add a little lacy garter on your right thigh, and opt for a pair of five inch heels. After one last look in the mirror, you finally feel pleased with the way you look, and start walking towards the area with the private booths. Just as the name `private` says, the area is separate from the rest of the club. The club has six private booths, and almost all of them are always occupied. You nod to the security guy waiting in the hall, and get inside the booth where you’re supposed to be for the next fifteen minutes.

Every booth looks the same--round room with mirrors instead of walls, bordered with leather red furniture. A mini round white dance floor with a pole is located in the middle of the room, and it’s surrounded by the red couch. The lights are dimmed, and red, black and white colors dominate the room.

At first, you can’t see the face of the guy sitting in the center of the room. You can only trace the silhouette of his spread legs. The first thing you notice is his hands, holding the glass of whiskey. There are rings on his fingers and you’re sure you’ve seen them already. Once you’re close enough and you can clearly see his face, you recognize him right away. It takes you a lot to hide your smile, but you probably didn’t do a good job hiding since the first words he tells you are.

“Were you expecting someone else?” His voice sounds even hotter than you could ever imagine, mixed with soft R&B music that is pulsating lightly in the background.

“No one other than you, baby boy.” This is a line you used a lot before, but for the first time in a while you’re actually thinking it. He chuckles at your remark, still wearing that cocky smirk on his face.

You can’t believe that you’re face to face with him now. And that you’re about to dance for his eyes only. You get up on the dance floor and now you’re standing above him. Just looking down at him turns you on so much. You start swaying your hips to the beat, not breaking eye contact with him. He brings his cigar next to his mouth and your eyes are following his every move. The way his jawline tenses while he inhales the smoke drives you crazy.

“How long have you been working here?” he asks, smoke coming out of his mouth and his voice sounding a bit raspier thanks to it.

“Six months.” Usually, you don’t answer personal questions, but there's something about him that makes you open up to him. It’s not just his looks. It’s the way he is sitting, looking, and talking to you. It makes you a bit nervous, vulnerable, but also excited.

“I used to come here more often, can’t believe I never saw you before.”

“Well, you’re seeing a lot of me now,” you wink and turn around. He can now watch your barely covered ass, but you can still see his face on the mirrors around you. And his eyes follow your every move like he’s hypnotized.

“What are the rules now? I haven’t been here in a while.”

“No touching, no kissing, no fucking. Just watching.” You say, as you slowly sway around the pole.

“You can undress, right?” He asks, his eyes lingering on you.

“Yes. Do you want me to?” You grab one of your bra straps, and pray he’ll say yes.

“Not yet. Can I ask you something while you dance?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be honest?” You start moving up and down the pole, now facing him and your back pressed to the pole.

“Anything for you, baby boy,” you wink at him and try to seem as calm and collected as possible. Everything inside you is burning now, palms sweating and legs shaking. You still cannot believe you’re one-on-one with the most beautiful guy you ever saw. And by the glint behind his honey eyes, he is just as infatuated with you. You can feel yourself getting turned on from dancing and from him.

He sits comfortably on the huge bed. His legs are spread, and between them his hand holds a glass of whiskey. You watch the way he brings it up to his mouth, the way his lips spread and the peek of his light pink, wet tongue. You can't help but imagine how much better his tongue would feel on your ass, instead of this cold metal.

“What’s your name?” he finally asks, once he gulps one big sip of whiskey, not even a little twitch in his eyes after swallowing the bitter beverage.

“Oh straight for the hard questions. My name is Destiny,” you smile and he smiles back. It catches you a little bit off guard how much his face softens once he smiles.

“Okay, let’s try this again. Hi, my name is Tom, what’s your name?”

“Hi Tom, my name is Cherry,” you get on all of your fours now, crawling towards him. You stop once you get to the edge of the dance floor, waiting for his next move. Tom lifts up from his seat and leans closer to you, now only inches apart from your face. All of your senses immediately focus on his perfume. He smells sharp, warm and sexy, like vanilla mixed with cigarettes. Not breaking eye contact with you, he reaches for his back pocket, takes a bill and rolls it.

“How about now?” he asks and brings the rolled bill next to your face. Since you’re still on your fours, the only way you can get your tip is if you take it with your mouth. Slowly, you open your mouth and take the bill from his hands. While you do that, you gaze into his eyes and notice the way they get darker, more lustful as you remove the money from his fingers with your teeth.

In a split second it almost seems like he starts leaning forward, like he wants to kiss you, but you quickly hop on your knees and stand up.

“Harmony,” you say as you pull the bill out of your mouth and hook it under the thong, “or Doll, or Spice, or…”

“Fine, fine, I get it.” He says, now sitting back like he used to. “I’m sorry if I crossed any lines, I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’ve never seen you before.”

“Thank you, Tom. This might be your lucky night.” You try to tease him, but you’re still thinking about how sweet he seemed as he apologised. For a supposed extremely wealthy criminal millionaire, he is way too kind. And that turns you on even more.

You wrap your hands around the pole and start swinging, performing your usual routine. And for a few minutes he just sits there and watches you. For the entire time you’ve been in the booth with him, he always had his full attention on you. Tom watches your every curve, every move, every gesture. You reach to remove your bra, and with a slight nod, he gives you the approval to do so.

Once again you’re naked in front of him, his eyes leave yours and your nipples become the center of their attention. They’re so hard for him that it almost hurts. He can now clearly see how turned on he’s got you, and a smirk lingers on his face.

You tease him a bit more and run your hands over your breasts, fingers gently caressing your nipples and slightly pinching them. Tom shakes his head and whispers something to himself. The music is a bit too loud for you to decipher; the only word you can hear is “fuck”. Which, coincidentally, is exactly what you want him to do to you right now. He takes one big smoke of his cigar and runs his long fingers over his thighs, silver and gold rings shining under the low lights. The pants he wears are so tight that you can see the way every muscle on his leg flexes to the rhythm of your dancing.

Your hands travel down to your thigh and just as you grab the garter, you hear him say, “Leave that on.” And you do as he tells you.

“Do you like working here?” he asks and now you sit on the edge of the dancefloor. You spread your legs a bit, just to tease him. You’re still positioned slightly higher than him, so that his face is now on the same level as your core.

“Yes. Do you like doing whatever you do?” You decide to play his game. No matter how much your friends warned you about him, somehow you feel safe enough to ask him that.

“Actually, no. My turn now, have you ever desired a customer?”

“Yes.” And you spread your legs a bit wider as you tell him that.

“Am I one of those customers?” Tom is once again too close to you, looking up at you with a devilish smile.

“You really want to know that?”

“I’m dying to know that,” and the smirk is now gone, he is playfully smiling at you, lighting the entire room as he does that.

“And why would you like to know that, huh? Does the thought of me getting wetter and wetter and touching myself while thinking about you turn you on?”

“What if I tell you that it does?” He leans so close to you, you can almost feel his breath on your inner thighs.

“In that case, my answer is maybe, but maybe not.” You enjoy playing this game with him way too much. And you are fully aware how dangerous everything is, but you just can’t stop flirting with him. The thought of him being turned on by you, the way he moves his hands over his legs, adjusting his shirt, the way his chain moves up and down as he is breathing, everything exhilarates you. You never behave like this with other customers. There was something about Tom, some magnetic force that keeps pulling you to him, from the moment you first saw him.

You can’t decide if it is his smile, his hands, his chest or the way his fingers kept holding and playing with the cigar, drawing all of your attention to them. Or maybe it’s about his innocent eyes and the fact that they are so contrary to his wicked smirk and sinful words coming out of those pretty pink lips.

You are in trouble, you can tell right away, but you love it.

“Can you do one thing for me?” he asks, finally breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Of course.”

“Can you do one of those splits like you did on the stage?” He asks so innocently, yet so demanding.

“Yes,” you say and you spread your legs wide, sitting on the edge of the improvised dance floor waiting for his next move. He takes one big gulp of his whiskey, a little drop coming down on his chin and dripping on his bare chest. He doesn’t even bother to wipe it off, just licks the excess from his lips with his wide, pink, skilled tongue. You can't stop looking at that wet spot on his chest, traveling down to the unbuttoned area of his chest. At one point you even feel a bit jealous of that drop, since it can explore his body the way you never could.

“Show me.” Tom doesn’t have to tell you what he wants to see. It feels like you can read his body language perfectly. You do what you’re told. You grab your panties and pull them slightly to the side, exposing yourself completely in front of him. It’s surprising, even to you how wet you actually are. This never happens to you, so you can’t help but smile to yourself. As you move your panties to the side, you lightly brush your clit with your fingertips and your legs twitch. You let out a soft moan but quickly manage to keep your cool.

You are dying for him to touch you, to do anything to you, but you know damn well it’sagainst the rules. You can’t even bring him home after work, because that can put a bad reputation on the club and the last thing you want right now is to lose your job.

“You have no idea how much I want to taste you.” he mutters. The thought of him tasting you brings shivers to your spine.

“Unfortunately, if you do that I might call security.”

“And what if you don’t?” Tom answers almost mechanically, not even fully listening to you, his eyes completely lost in your pulsating cunt.

“See this little red dot on the ceiling,” you say and finally pull your panties back in their place, covering yourself. He looks up, “That’s a camera over there. So if you lay even one finger on me, the security will come bursting in here.”

“I think that is the last thing we both want, right pretty girl?”

“So you better behave yourself, Mr. Holland.” Tom raises his eyebrow the moment he hears his last name coming out of your lips. In that moment you realize that he never actually told you his full name. You felt your heart drumming a little bit faster in your chest. You’re wondering if you crossed any lines with your last sentence.

“Don’t you think that it’s quite unfair how you know my full name and yet I know nothing about you?” He teases, while adjusting and rolling up his sleeves a little bit. You feel an instant wave of relief mixed with joy.

“I can’t give you my name, but I can give you a lap dance instead.” You offer, daring him with your eyes to say yes.

“Only if you want to,” and you do. You can’t even begin to explain how much you want to grind on him, feel him under you, tease him, play with him and drive him crazy. You don’t tell him anything, you just stand up and start walking towards him.

You turn around and steadily start winding your hips and getting lower, until you can feel his thighs on your heat. The only thing you’re wearing right now is a tiny pink thong, which is more than revealing. He can see everything and you decide to use that in your advantage.

You keep switching your moves, swaying to the rhythm, leaning forward so that he could see your entire behind. Fortunately for you the room has mirrored walls so you can see his face for the entire time, even now, when you’re not facing him. He is leaning back on the bed, his eyes completely lost in your body, observing your every move. Whenever you lean forward and reveal more of your ass, you feel his thigh twitch and flex under you. And oh, does that feel good. You’re trying really hard to grind on his thigh and to do that subtly. You’re desperately trying to get some friction, some release and motion.

It’s undeniable that you’re turned on right now. You don’t even care that he can obviously tell that as well, since you can feel the wet traces you’re leaving on his thigh. The music is quietly murmuring through the speakers as you move your body perfectly in sync with the beat. Suddenly you feel something cold, a strange, sharp object running up and down your spine. At first you think it must be your nerves, but once you feel it again, you turn around to face him.

“You know I said no touching?”

“I am not touching you, gorgeous,” Tom says and he brings his hands forward, right above your thighs. He brings the back of his hands so close to both of your thighs but his skin is not touching yours. There isn’t any skin to skin contact, the only thing touching you are his large rings. And he runs his hands like that all over your inner thighs, the cold metal making your skin melt. You feel goosebumps as you watch his hands in awe. His fingers are long, bony with a few tiny veins popping on them. As he moves you manage to notice his bruised knuckles and those make his hands looking even more captivating.

“Are those for me?” He asks and you twitch a little, you didn’t expect him to talk, you got so lost in your thoughts about his fingers on you. Inside of you.

“Sorry, what?” You ask and finally turn your whole body, straddling him completely with just a few inches between your faces.

“The wet traces you left all over my thighs? Are those for me?”

“Yes,” you say as you watch a proud grim appearing on his face. It is too late to pull back now, even though you have no idea what he’ll do next.

He keeps his hands next to his body but you can see the way his biceps is tensing through his thin shirt. He wants to touch you just as much as you want him to do so.

“Also, about that question you have been dying to know the answer…” you say and notice the way he furrows his eyebrows while waiting for what you have to say next, “the answer is yes.”

His eyes are now completely lost on your lips. He swipes his tongue over his pink, chapped lips and leans in. Instinctively you lean forward as well. You feel his nose brushing over yours and you close your eyes, completely forgetting where you are and that you are in a club and that he is just a customer. You pull back a little once you’re aware of that and hear him whisper on your lips. “Wait here one second for me, okay?”

You nod and stand up so that he can move. He furiously storms out of the booth, not even turning back, and you have a sinking feeling in your stomach. Did you do something wrong? Nervously waiting for him or for anyone to come back, you start walking from one corner of the room to the other.

After what feels like forever, you grab your bra and start to untangle the little jewels and beads. Maybe you’re a fool for trusting him and revealing way too much, but you decide to get dressed and look for him. Just as you finally untangle the last bead, you can hear someone walking inside the booth.

“Hey, I was just about to…” and you can’t even finish your sentence, as he interrupts you with his lips. Crashing them into yours, finally.

You never experienced a first kiss like this. He isn’t going slow or taking his time. He presses his lips hard on yours, not wasting any second now. Almost instantly he flicks his tongue over your lips and you part them, letting him in. The moment his tongue touches yours you can taste the alcohol mixed with mint. His tongue feels soft and warm as it eagerly glides over yours.

You’re so focused on his tongue and his lips that you haven’t even noticed that his hands are now all over your exposed back. His hands are cold, almost as cold as those rings felt on your skin. It’s such a sharp contrast between his warm tongue and his cold hands. As they trail down to your ass and squeeze it lightly you moan into his mouth. It’s almost like the sound of that moan was your call back to sanity and you pull away from him immediately.

“We can’t, I might lose my job, the owner will be so mad at me,” you blurt this all out while trying to catch your breath.

“I’m sure he won’t mind.” Tom says and you blink at him, still not fully understanding what he’s trying to tell you. You open your mouth, trying to come up with the next question and he gives you the answer before you can even ask him. “You work for me now, I just bought the club.” He doesn’t even flinch when he tells you that. You smile at first, thinking that he must be joking but the more you stare at his dead serious face the more you are convinced that he actually did buy the entire club because of you. Just for you.

“Fuck…” is the only thing you can say before you crash your lips onto his now. You can finally touch him and you do that carefully, dragging your palms over his jawline and delicately placing your fingers onto his soft hair. His hair feels so soft under your touch, almost as soft as his tongue. You still cannot believe that you’re kissing the hot guy who you were eye-fucking with just an hour ago, so you open your eyes just to make sure that this is all real. And it’s almost like he felt what you did, so he opens his eyes, too. You smile at this and break the kiss.

“What?” Tom asks, stealing a little peck while he waits for your answer.

“Nothing,” you smile, running your hands up and down his while he is holding you by your waist.

“You want this, right?”

“Yes,” you put your lips on his and moan into his mouth and bite his bottom lip. As you start kissing him again, your hands travel down to his shirt. Without breaking the kiss your fingers start working quickly to remove his shirt. Once he’s out of his shirt you can see the way his chiseled abs are moving up and down as he is breathing. You trace your finger over his chest all the way down to his abs and he leaves a small moan into your mouth.

As he breaks the kiss, he throws his shirt on the floor and starts sucking on your neck, leaving cold wet traces underneath your ear. He has no problems finding your sweet spot and sucking on it even harder. There will most definitely be a mark, but at this point, you don’t even care.

Your hands move to his zipper, but he stops you.

“Turn around, take off your panties and bend over while you’re doing it.” He tells you sternly, and you just nod in response.

You turn around and grab the waistband of your panties and start pulling them down slowly, revealing more and more of you. They’re soaked with your wetness, and as cold air hits you down there you start clenching at nothing. You take one look at Tom and throw your panties at him. You want to catch him off guard, but he somehow manages to catch them. He doesn’t even look at them, just quickly puts them in his pocket.

“I want you to touch yourself, just like you would later while thinking about me.”

“And what makes you think I’d do that?” You turn around to face him and chuckle.

“I saw the way you were looking at me while you were dancing over there, princess. Also, I have this as proof,” and he points to his pocket, where he put your panties.

You spread your legs and lay on the dance floor. Taking your time, you move one of your hands slowly over your breasts. You try to maintain eye contact with him while running your fingers up and down your stomach. Almost involuntarily you start clenching and you can feel your belly tensing under your fingers. Tom looks so hot, sitting down, taking one more sip of whiskey, shirtless, the only thing he has on his upper body being his silver chain. You were naked in front of him for the majority of this evening and yet he is once again too lost in you. If you thought you had him wrapped around your fingers while you were dancing, you were wrong. Now it almost feels like you’re hypnotizing him with his movements. You can swear he even stopped breathing, waiting for you to finally start touching yourself down there.

You take a lot of time to finally get your fingertips where he wants them. You can’t help but look over at his chest, his glowy skin as you’re running your fingers over your own. Still, you’re not touching yourself, you’re just running fingers over your folds, slightly spreading them so he can have the better view of you entirely. You’re so turned on that even this slight movement gets your fingers moist.

“Rub your perfect clit for me, princess,” he says, now propped up on his elbows, eyes dark and focused.

Slowly, you start rubbing small circles over your swollen bud. From the moment you touch your over sensitive clit you start moaning. There is no way you can stand propped on your elbow now, so you lay back down and break eye contact with him for the first time that night. Yet, now you can focus more on his voice and his silent moans, mixed with your louder ones.

You don’t want to go too fast, because then all of this will be over too soon. You tease your entrance with your index finger, just a little bit to collect your wetness and spread it over your clit, making your movements even easier. This feels so good and you don’t want to stop. You can’t slow down now, you’re too close to the edge.

“Slower, I don’t want you to cum like this.” You lift your head up to look at him. He is palming his cock through his tight pants, clearly very impatient and yet he decides to tease and torture both of you.

And you run your fingers over your clit gently and slowly. Yes, this feels good but you want his hands instead of yours. Those slim, lean and bony fingers, you want them on you, rubbing and fucking you.

It is so hard to keep yourself calm and away from cuming. If you open your eyes you’ll see him, shirtless, with the exasperated look on his face and his chest flexing with every small breath he takes. If you close your eyes, you’ll imagine his fingers, those rings and bruised knuckles buried deep inside of you, rubbing you instead of your own.

“Put two fingers inside,” and you do as he tells you. Your fingers go inside with such ease. As you start moving them inside, the sound of wetness echoes the room. Almost instantly, your hips start bulking up, trying to squeeze your fingers even deeper. You’re hitting just the right spot and start shaking, your movements becoming sloppier and faster.

“Are you close?” he asks.

“Fuck...yes.” You can barely answer, your words mixed with moans.

“Then stop.” It takes you a lot of willpower to stop, now that you’re so close to reaching that high. But you listen to him. You are so sensitive and close to your orgasm that it takes you a few seconds to calm down and stop shaking. Eventually, you get up on your elbows, with your legs still spread and hanging down from the edge of the dance floor.

After what seems like a century, he finally stands up and comes closer to you. Tom is smiling and bringing the glass with what’s left of his whiskey in his hand. You watch his every move and breathe fast, still trying to calm yourself down from that previous edge. He walks towards you and comes near the edge of the dance floor, between your legs.

“Open your mouth,” he asks, now standing above you. You look up at Tom and do what he tells you. You watch him as he brings his glass over your mouth and starts pouring some whiskey down on you. It tastes so bitter and warm since the ice already melted a long time ago. As much as you try to catch the most of the strong beverage with your tongue, a few drops start leaking down your chin all the way to your breasts. You gulp it down, wincing as it burns on your tongue and down your throat. He chuckles at your reaction and slowly pushes you down on your back again.

Tom puts the glass next to you and starts kissing down your neck until he reaches your niple, covered with whiskey. He sucks on it, licking it clean. It feels so good, the way his warm tongue traces over your nipples. You’re squirming and moaning under his mouth and nothing but a few “oh my gods” and moans escapes your lips. Tom’s skilled fingers are playing with your other nipple while he is still licking your other one, making sure to lick all of the whiskey off of it.

He takes his time on your nipples. As much as you enjoy him there, you’re burning with desire and want him to help you ease some of the tension that has been building ever since you first laid your eyes on him. Your blood pulsates in every direction, leaving you dizzy, heart beating, breathing heavy and melting under his tongue, teeth and lips on your nipples.

Finally, it feels like Tom decided to end this sweet torture and starts moving lower and lower on you. Without any intention you start buckling your hips when you feel his warm lips glading over your belly.

“Someone’s impatient,” Tom smiles and lifts his head up. He leaves one peck on your pubic bone and completely ignores that area. That sweet place that is yearning for him so much. Instead of kissing, licking or doing anything to your swollen bud, he moves to your inner thighs. Tom leaves plenty of kisses on them, biting and marking your skin, making you his. He is breathing heavily, but his breathing can’t even match yours. Your fingers are now entangled in his curls, guiding him as he keeps sucking on your thighs. He starts moving lower and lower until your hands can’t no longer reach him.

Once you open your eyes, you prop yourself on your elbows. You watch him leaving open mouth kisses on your inner thighs and once he reaches your lacy garter he puts it between his teeth. Slowly, he begins pulling it all the way down your leg, his hot breath making your skin shiver.

“Aren’t we supposed to be married first?” you ask him once he has you undressed completely. Tom chuckles and brings himself near to your face.

“Don’t you know that I always try to bend the rules?” you moan into his lips and he kisses you. “But, if a lady insists, I can give you one of this,” he lifts his hand up and puts it between the two of you. “I saw the way you were looking at them, you can have one.”

After giving him an ‘are you sure’ look you decide to take it. And since you’re propped on your elbows, the only way you can take the ring for yourself is if you do it with your mouth. Which is exactly what you do. You open your mouth and put his entire index finger inside while not breaking eye contact with him. You look up at Tom, with the most innocent look you could muster. He is not saying anything to you. The only thing he can do is mouth an inaudible ‘oh’ while shaking his head in disbelief.

You wrap your lips around the base of his finger tight until you hook the cold metal ring between them. His fingers are so long, they almost make you gag. You close your eyes while you suck on his finger, pulling out the ring, sliding it over each of his knuckles. You can’t help but imagine that instead of his finger you’re sucking something else. Something bigger. You start moaning and sucking a bit harder. With a wet plop you pull the ring out and open your mouth. You put your tongue out, showing your conquest to him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Tom says while he watches you hold the ring between both rows of your teeth and lift a hand towards your face. You study his ravenous face while you push each of your fingers through the loop, testing them out and looking for the one that perfectly fits

Finally, he kneels until his face is at the same level as your core. You spread your legs a bit more to give him easier access to your warm core. He licks one long strap, from your clit all the way down your entrance. You can feel him smirking once he feels how wet he got you and he hasn’t even touched you down there yet.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” the vibrations as he talks that close to your clit make you shiver. Tom starts moving his tongue against your clit, flicking it so slowly and lightly, but you are already so worked up, you start jerking your hips almost immediately. He takes his time, licking long straps at first, not putting any pressure on your bud.

Both of you moan as he starts lapping your clit with his tongue, slowly and steadily. Being too sensitive from the previous edge, you can barely hold yourself up on your elbows. He keeps licking your inner lips and occasionally slipping his tongue inside of you, fucking you with his mouth. He seems to know what he’s doing, teasing you even more like this. As soon as you start buckling your hips up, he moves his tongue from your pulsating clit to your entrance. Your moans keep getting louder every time he comes back and once again focuses on your clit.

“Will you please let me cum?” Your voice trembles with anticipation.

“Since you’re asking that nicely,” Tom smiles and kisses your lower back before going back to your heat. You’re still not used to how much his face softens when he smiles. But it’s the dark spark in his eyes that turns you on and makes your heart race even faster. It feels like he’s unravelling you with his tongue.

He flicks his tongue over your clit a few more times, before beginning to suck on it. As he does that, you roll your eyes and start breathing even harder. And it’s almost like he knows exactly what to do to you and where to pay more attention. He tries to hold you in place with one of his hands, while keeping your legs apart with others.

You can feel your heat building in the base of your stomach, pulsating. Warmth moves all over your body, coursing through your bloodstream. Tom starts sucking harsher on your clit, pulling it between his lips. His face looks like a wet mess right now, spit and your wetness leaking down on his chin.

“Please don’t stop doing that,” is the only thing you can say before you start falling apart under his mouth. Your hips ride the way his tongue flicks over your clit. You grab his hair with both of your hands and glide over his wet tongue, stimulating your oversensitive pussy, moaning and heavy breathing. It almost feels like a dream, this intensity of the pleasure that came over your body. Tom has to hold your stomach, just to keep you in place so you won’t ruin not even one second of this ecstasy.

Tom helps you ride your orgasm to it’s last drop by keeping his strong, muscly tongue in place, letting you control the rhythm and ride it the way it works best for you. Curses and his name are the only things coming out of your mouth as you come down from your high. Finally, his lips leave your sweetest place and he starts kissing your stomach, nipples, all the way up to your neck. Once he reaches your lips he kisses you hard, teasing you and opening them with his tongue. Instead of kissing you back, he pulls away and whispers over your lips.

“Now get on all fours,” and you do as you're told, with your face down and ass up in the air, facing him. Even though you have your back turned on him, you can still see him if you look at any of the mirrors around you.

He runs his hands over your butt cheeks and playfully smacks your right cheek.

“Is this okay for you?” you nod.

“Can I go a bit harder?” Tom asks while looking at you through the mirror. You nod once again. “I need your words for this, love.”

“Yes.” And as soon as you say that you feel a slight tingling on your cheek as he has finally smacked you. Not too rough, but hard enough for you to quiver. Unexpectedly, this turns you on a lot more than you ever imagined.

“Should I stop, was this too hard?” he asks, with a genuine worry in his voice, soothing the skin where he slapped you.

“Please don’t,” you moan and feel his hand on your cheek again, slightly harder this time. It tingles, the warmth spreading from your cheek all over your lower back. He soothes your skin one more time with his fingertips. So delicately and gently. And it’s almost like those few slaps heightened your already sensitive skin and you can now feel his every movement. As he caresses your cheeks, his fingers tenderly nudge your wet entrance.

You expect his next move, already prepared for the burning sensation but you don’t feel his hands on your ass anymore, “You sure about this?”, he asks and you look up at him in the mirror and see Tom holding a condom in his hands.

“Yes,” you moan and in that exact second you can hear him ripping the condom and positioning himself from behind. You instinctively spread your legs for him, waiting for him to enter you. Tom places one of his hands on your waist, digging his fingertips into your skin. He is moving his dick over your folds, getting him nice and wet before sliding it into you. With every little move that he makes you can feel your belly and thighs clenching.

Only a few more strokes after and Tom gently starts stretching you out with his member. It takes a few seconds for you to get used to his girth and with a loud gasp you let him know that he can start moving now. And once he starts moving it feels so good, so exciting and pleasurable. It feels so fulfilling to finally feel him inside.

Tom takes no time before he is already balls deep inside of you. With every thrust he leaves a deep groan filled with pleasure. One of his hands is still on your hips and you can feel him slightly pushing you upwards, all the way up to his chest, still not pulling out of you. The first thing you feel once your back hits his perfectly toned chest is the way his cold chain is bouncing, caressing and sliding over your warm skin. It is almost embarrassing how turned on you are by him and everything he does. So much that even the way he wears his chain makes you so aroused.

“I want you to watch how beautiful you look while I’m so deep inside of you,” Tom whispers into your ear and as much as you enjoy having your eyes closed, you manage to open them up and see his hand wrapped around your breasts while the other one is trailing down your stomach, his lengthy fingers reaching for your clit.

Thanks to the way the mirrors are hung on every wall in the booth, you can see his movements from every angle. The way every single one of his muscles is flexing, his hips swaying once he is bottoming in and out of you. Once his fingers reach down your pulsating core and starts rubbing the pleasure becomes almost unbearable to you. You reach for his hands to get more stability and start trembling in front of him. The only thing you can see right now is the smug on his face as his merciless fingers and thrusts are making you cum so hard on him. With the loud moan you reach your high and ride it, his fingers finally slowing down but never completely stopping.

“Fuck, gorgeous, you look like an angel,” Tom says and starts leaving warm and wet kisses on your neck and ear, still holding you tight. After a few long and slow thrusts he picks up his rhythm again, that ruthless and fast rhythm that gets you on the edge of another orgasm in no time. After a few thrusts he starts rubbing your clit once again, pressing that lovely spot of pleasure both from the inside and outside.

The wave of pleasure comes even faster now, leaving you no time to adjust or open your eyes and focus on him. His hot breath is all over your shoulder and once you hear his voice, moaning into your ear you can’t help but let go, moaning and thrusting towards his arm this time even harder.

“Tom, please don’t stop,” you moan a desperate cry for more, for another release, another round of pleasure. He picks up his pace and you can feel your legs trembling involuntarily next to his. The familiar surge of another orgasm makes your moans and breathing erratic. Once it finally hits you, you leave a high pitched cry and Tom pushes you down, stopping his movements, just holding you in place.

“Fuck baby, if I start moving now, I’ll cum as well,” he is not thrusting, the only movement you can now feel is his dickf throbbing while still deep inside of you. You open your eyes and look at him in the mirror. Your eyes instantly lock with his. You can see the way he smiles at you while there are a few drops of sweat traveling between his chest.

“Cum in my mouth,” as much as you want to keep him inside of you, you also want to taste him. He pulls out of you and you immediately feel so empty while cool air brushes over your folds. Tom stands up and removes his condom while you turn around and starts licking his shaft up and down. You start sucking on it, taking it in as much as you can. Tom puts his hands on your head, but he is not forcing you towards him. He is removing the strands from your pink wig off of your face.

You open your eyes and look up at his face, his eyes shut down and curse words coming out of his pretty pink lips. As you look in the mirror behind him, you can see the way his ass cheeks are tensing, gently fucking your mouth. That sight excites you so much. If you thought you were done after your third orgasm, you were wrong, cause you can feel the familiar pulsating feeling deep down inside of you. You reach down and start lightly pressing on your clit, not going too fast cause you don’t want to lose focus and mess with the way you’re pleasuring him.

“I’m cumming,” Tom says as warm, sharp and salty liquid fills your mouth. You keep moving your head up and down, guiding him through his pleasure. Not stopping until he backs away, trembling from pleasure. Your mouth suddenly feels so empty, even though there are still traces of him there. You tried to gulp it all down, but the thickness and saltines of his cum and the way he pulled out of your mouth so abruptly makes you spit a few drops on your chin and chest.

"Sorry…" Tom breathes out as he tries to calm down from his orgasm.

"No, no, it's okay…" your fingers travel down your chest to pick up a few drops of cum sliding down. Your other hand is still down there, pressing your clit and drawing out the heat you felt just a few moments while you were sucking him off.

"Wait, I'll help," Tom kneels down in front of you and picks up the traces of him from your chest. He looks around, "I need to find a tissue to wipe my fingers off," but you grab him by the hand and guide it towards your mouth. You start licking his fingers clean and his face quickly turns from surprised to turned on. He makes sure you lick them all, pushing them deeper and deeper into your mouth, until a few tears form in your eyes. It is only then that he finally notices that you've been teasing and dragging your fingers over your entrance the entire time.

"I fucked you so hard and you still want more, princess? You are insatiable." He quickly pulls his hand out of your mouth and you release a disappointed grunt. But it doesn't last long, because he slides two of his already wet fingers into your pussy.

"Yes…" you moan as he starts picking up the pace. But Tom doesn't go fast this time. He keeps teasing you, pushing his fingers slowly, so deep inside of you and then pulling them in to rub your clit for a few glorious seconds. He repeats this motion way too many times for you to keep up. It’s almost like you’re floating.

You are overstimulated, all of your senses focus on the pleasure he keeps giving you with his fingers. It isn't until he speeds up and starts fingering you that you finally start letting go and giving up to him completely. Tom tries to keep you in place, but your legs are trembling and you are not sure how much longer it'll be for your knees to give up.

"Is this okay?" Tom asks as you feel his long fingers gently wrapping around your neck. You nod and moan, not being able to produce any coherent word. Not quite sure is it his delightful movements on your g-spot, his voice or the way his other hand keeps pressing on the sweet spot on your neck, but in almost no time you can feel the oh-so-familiar feeling finally building up enough to explode.

It’s like you’re in slow motion, the only thing you can feel are his fingers pressing the right spot at the right speed. A loud low growl escapes your lips as you ride the most joyous orgasm you ever felt. Wetness is dripping out of you, all over the floor and him. He kisses you breathlessly, like he never wants to let go of you. You're sure he can still taste himself on your lips, but he doesn't seem to mind. Tom looks so hungry for you, cupping your face with that same hand that was on your neck just a few moments ago. Once he stops, he mumbles a little "fuck", his forehead resting on yours.

"Let me help you clean up," you can barely speak, your voice still shaking.

"Of course not, darling, wait for me 'till I get you some towels," Tom hands you your panties from his pocket once he finally pulls his pants up. He doesn't even bother to properly button up his shirt, he just throws it over his shoulders, having his toned chest and that silver chain on display. You can't help but smile once you're on your own. You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, but you're more than excited to try it out.

Once he gets back, he immediately starts cleaning your wetness from your thighs, going thoroughly over your skin.

"It's Y/N by the way."

"It feels like we’re doing this backwards, but it’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N." Tom lifts his head up and gives you a disarming smile.

"I figured, since you're my boss now, it's only fair that you'd know my name, y'know, to sign my paychecks and stuff like that…" you can feel the butterflies forming in your belly and there was no turning back now.

"I know they say that the boss shouldn't have any favorites, but I think I already have one."

"I just hope you won't change your mind once you meet the others," you lift your head up and your bliss gets interrupted once you see one little dot blinking. The red light you completely forgot about. That's when you feel a sudden change in your heartbeat. "Tom, there is a camera up there!"

"So..? I mean is that a problem?"

"Well, if there was anyone in the back office, they could've seen us!"

"I'm sure we gave them one hell of a show," you can't help but feel relieved. The way he handles things that could be a problem somehow makes you feel more attracted to him. You smirk and he starts leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, "speaking of, wanna give them another one?"

"Right now?" You laugh and playfully mess with his curls, completely ruining his hair. Tom lifts himself up and comes near to your face. He leaves a few pecks on your lips. You part your lips and deepen the kiss. His kisses are different now. Less needy. Slower, deeper. Meaningful.

Once he parts his lips from yours, he says "Right now."

"Well, look who is insatiable now," you say and grab his silver chain, pulling him back to you and kissing him once again. Seems like it’s going to be one long night.

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