thestamp3d3 · 1 year ago
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HOW IS MY BROTHER 27 AND DOESNT KNOW HOW TO DO HIS OWN WASH JESUS CHRIST
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plussizeficchick · 2 years ago
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Taste of Heaven | Sugar Daddy!Gojo x Bimboish! Chubby Reader
Warnings: (Smut; oral, fingering, vibrator, light impact play, ‘toru’s a bit mean in this one)
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Gojo loves your smile.
He loves the way your cute, chubby cheeks lift. How he can actually see stars in your eyes when your lips curve upwards.
It really doesn’t take much.
New Jimmy Choos here, Telfars different colors and sizes there. He barely made a dent in his pocket yet you thought he was spoiling you.
He hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of spoiling you.
How you met was of pure chance. Gojo felt there was something, someone lacking from his life. He had all this wealth, yet no one to share it with. As he was browsing through the various expensive clothes in front of him, he hadn’t bothered to pay attention and bumped into you. You were trying to decide which mini skirt would go with your bubblegum pink top. “Oof- Hey, Mister? Which do you think is cuter, light blue or dark?” Satoru almost didn’t catch your question because he was too busy gaping in awe.
The only way to describe you was angelic. Gorgeous eyes that he could already feel himself getting lost in, pouty, plump lips that he could only imagine felt like pillows, cute, pudgy tummy that complimented your bodycon dress deliciously.
Pure heaven.
He let out an awkward cough before answering, “Why not both?” You let out a soft giggle, “I can’t get both, silly! I’m already buying a bunch of stuff.” Satoru smiles, peeking over his shades, “That’s not a problem, Angel.”
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“Are you sure about this, ‘Toru?” You murmured, glassy eyes staring back into light blue ones. He gave you a loving squeeze as a smirk made its way to his face, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “Of course, Angel. Has daddy ever been wrong?” You shake your head, pressing a brief peck to his lips before moving to check yourself in the mirror again, Satoru raking his eyes up and down your figure.
You looked great, you always do. Satoru decided to splurge, once again, treating you to a shopping spree and now dinner. You decided to wear one of the many Armani gowns that you’d bought, though this one hugged your curves impeccably. You paired it with your sleek black Louboutin heels, which made your thighs look even more yummy than they already do, and Satoru can already feel himself getting hard. But he can’t get ahead of himself.
You’ve got a cute baby blue vibrator nestled in your cunt just begging to be tested out.
So for now, he’ll put his desires aside and sit through dinner.
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You’d made it as far as the door before both you and Satoru lost your patience.
He pressed you up against the door, his tongue swirling in tandem with yours as he hoists you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, soft whimpers spilling from your lips. “On. Turn it on, ‘Toru.” You whine against his lips. He abruptly pulls away from your lips, pushing you back as you chase after him. He delivers a slap to your cheek, not enough to hurt, but enough to know he means business. “Since when did you start telling daddy what to do?” He says, carrying you over to your couch. He takes his time peeling away at your clothes, leaving you bare while he remains fully clothed. A shiver runs down your spine as he lays you across his lap, kneading your ass cheeks. “Seems like someone needs to be reminded of their place.” He muttered before reeling his hand back and delivering a harsh slap to your ass. You whine at the pain, but your cunt clenches at the slight pleasure that comes afterward. “You’re my cocksleeve, love. A dirty. Fucking. Slut.” He says, delivering a slap between each pause. Your body shifts as he spanks you, and it doesn’t take long before he realizes what you’re trying to do.
He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you up so you can really hear him. “I see you trying to get off on my thigh, fucking slut. Since you wanna cum so bad, I’ll let you cum, but you’re gonna cum for me all. Fucking. Night.” He sits you up so that you’re straddling him before he reaches for his phone. He taps his chin, almost as if he’s in thought. “Hmm, should I make you work for it, or should I just put it on the highest setting?” He contemplates, though he already knows his answer. He turns it on the highest setting and you yelp, startled by the intense vibrations in your cunt. “How about both?” He smirks, snaking a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit. “You’re gonna make me cum, Angel. You’re gonna make daddy feel good then he’s gonna make you feel even better. How’s that sound?”
You try to whine out an answer, but the thrumming of the vibrator in your cunt is just too intense. You’re taken aback when Satoru delivers another slap to your cheek, gripping your chubby cheeks between his fingers. “Answer me.” He grumbles, flicking your clit with his middle and forefinger. “Good! Sounds good, daddy. Please!” You whine. You’re so close! “Cum, Princess. Cum for daddy.” He grunts into your mouth as he presses a hot kiss to your swollen lips. You whine as your orgasm washes over you, your body practically conditioned to cum at his command.
He lowers the speed as you come down from your high, though doesn’t completely turn it off. He takes to lowering his pants before giving you a quick kiss. “Make daddy feel good, yeah?” You nod, lowering yourself so that you're faced with his cock.
You run your tongue along the veins of his cock, before lapping up with drops of pre oozing from the tip. You moan at the taste and Satoru takes that as invitation to grip your hair, forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. “That’s it, pretty. Suck that fucking cock.” He orders and well, you’ve always been a submissive little thing.
You swallow more of his length, crystalline tears building up in your eyes, and Satoru thinks you just look so gorgeous with his cock stuffed down your throat, your cute chubby cheeks just waiting to be stuffed with cum. It’s with that thought he starts to feel his climax building and when you notice the slight jerk in his legs, you take to fondling his balls, knowing that’s just what he needs to push him over the edge.
Satoru cums with a shout, thrusting deep inside your mouth as his seed slides down your throat. You hum at the taste, savoring his flavor.
He pulls you up by your chin and plants a sloppy kiss to your lips, groaning at the taste of him in your mouth. “Fuck, Angel. Let daddy taste you, hm?” You nod, eager to cum again.
Satoru slowly makes his way down your body, pressing wet kisses and nipping at the soft skin along the way. He shuts the vibrator off and carefully removes it from your cunt. You hiss at the feeling but he soothes you by laving his tongue over it, paying special attention to your clit. You whine, running your hands through his hair and giving a slight tug at the root. He grunts before sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves.
It doesn’t take long before your hips start bucking against his face, chasing your orgasm for the second time that night. “Gonna cum for me, pretty? Gonna cum for daddy?” You nod, breath getting caught in your throat. Satoru speeds up his movements, moving to press two fingers into your cunt. “Cum for daddy, Angel. Make a mess f’me.” You barely manage to make out his name as you cum, cunt spasming around his fingers as he milks your orgasm for all its worth.
He trails soft kisses along your body once more before planting a sweet kiss to your lips. He hums against your lips, content being so close to you. He pulls away slightly to look you in your eyes. “Want more, daddy.” You say, grinding your cunt against his steadily growing cock.
He can never say no to his Angel.
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storiesofsvu · 1 year ago
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5 Nights Pt 4
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*not my gif* Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: semi public make out, dirty talk and lots of it, smut, v minor daddy kink. pt 4 is finally here! now y'all see why i couldn't have done all of these all together in one fic lol. I'm 99% sure this is the end but i lowkey am already thinking about extending it into a mini series of how things go when they get back to Quantico. so if y'all are interested in something like that, lmk!!
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Aaron had had his eye on you all day, barely able to tear his gaze away from you as you worked through mountains of paperwork. His plan the night prior was to get himself off to the thought of finally fucking you and then actually fuck you when you got home from the bar. Problem being that the exhaustion was catching up with him, and you were out later than planned, he was dead to the world by the time you got back to the room. So now he was stuck for the third day in a row fighting off a constant hard on, desperately trying to think of anything but the memories of you trembling in his arms or on your knees with his cock buried between your lips.
He was on his way to get a fresh cup of coffee when he spotted you in an empty, off to the side copy room, using the machine to get extra copies of case files. You’d been running low on clothes, stuck in a skirt today, one that hugged tightly to your hips and ass, leaving little to the imagination, exposing your legs that Aaron wished were wrapped around his head again. He silently shut the door behind himself, you didn’t even realize he was in the room until his hand was on your waist, his breath hot on your ear as he husked into it.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist bending you over a desk and fucking you so hard you forget your own name?” His hips ground into your ass and you let out a gasp, his cock very apparent through the fabric, “fuck you so good all you can do is chant my name, let the whole building know just who it is that’s making you feel so fucking good. Make you scream so fucking loud when that tight little pussy squirts all over my cock, just love the way you make a mess sweetheart, love watching you fall apart on my cock. Wanna pull out of you, watch your juices drip down your thighs before I come all over your face, shove my dick into that mouth of yours, watch you choke on it.”
You instinctively ground back towards him, letting out a little moan at the way his dick twitched. Your hand shot out behind you, wrapping up to tangle in his short locks, “Hotch…” you practically moaned, complete putty in his hands. All thoughts of the work place and task at hand completely forgotten as his hands began to roam your body, groping at your chest, fingers pinching your nipples through your clothes. You let out a whimper, feeling yourself begin to flutter around nothing, the pulsing in your pussy simply begging to be filled with Aaron’s cock, wetness growing with each time he rutted against you.
“I’m gonna absolute ruin you.” He growled, a hand cupping at your pussy through your skirt, “no one’s ever going to be able to fuck you like I can.”
“Aaaron…” you groaned softly, tugging at his hair.
Within a second he had you whipped around, pinning you to the counter behind you and his lips were on yours. You let out a gasp into the kiss, your entire body tingling at the feeling of his kiss, the way his tongue easily slunk into your mouth, dominating the entire situation even more. He slotted himself between your legs, a hand sneaking between your ass and the counter, squeezing at your body as he hoisted you onto the ledge. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt bunching around your waist as he rolled his hips into you, his cock rubbing right against your clothed pussy and you moaned. His teeth sunk into your lip, pulling it before letting it snap back to your mouth, he considered leaving a hickey on your neck but couldn’t resist plunging back into another kiss, never wanting to have to surface again, eager to completely devour you.
It wasn’t until his phone blared through the room that the two of you came hurtling back to earth and to your senses, jolting apart breathlessly. Hotch hissed, adjusting himself in his pants with one hand while the other dug his phone out of his back pocket to answer, turning his back on you in an attempt to focus. Chest heaving, you slid off the counter, fixing your blouse and straightening your skirt while you tried to calm the fire shooting through your body. Thankful for the mirror in the corner you were able to wipe off the smudged lipstick, take a minute to make sure your hair wasn’t too messed up before you grabbed the copies and originals from the photocopier, vanishing from the room as Aaron swapped back into work mode.
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The door to the hotel room was barely shut much less locked by the time Hotch was pouncing on you, hands shoving your blazer to the floor before roughly tugging at his tie while his tongue plunged into your mouth. Clothes trailed their way through the hotel room until your back hit the wall, a gasp escaping your lips at the cool temperature on your bare back. Aaron’s lips traced the column of your neck, pulling moans from you as he began to suck at your pulse point, groaning over the taste of your skin. Your hands slunk between your bodies, palming at him through his boxers, he was already hard, pre-cum staining the front of the fabric. His hands wound around your body, pulling you tight to him as he squeezed at your ass, fingers daring to sneak between your legs from behind, brushing at your clothed pussy.
“Aaron… please..” you whined, letting out a quiet yelp when his teeth sunk into your skin, determined to leave you with a mark that claimed you as his. Your fingers tugged at his boxers, yanking them as far down as you could while he was attached to your neck, “need your cock. Now.”
“Fuck..”
You felt him twitch in your hand when you said it, letting out a breathy moan as your hand wrapped around his length. Within the next second his hands were ripping your panties off, shreds of fabric falling to the floor and you let out a louder moan when his fingers ran through your pussy lips.
“God,” he groaned, “have you been this wet all day?”
“Mmhmm.” You nodded, rutting your hips toward him in search of what you wanted, “need you. Fuck me, please sir.”
Aaron finally pulled himself away from the crook of your neck, wrapping a hand around his cock, running the tip of it through your folds, smearing your juices down his length. He watched the way you shivered at the contact, another whine leaving your lips before he spanked your clit with his cock and you gasped, body jolting off the wall toward him. With one swift thrust he was buried inside you, body tight against yours as he pinned you to the wall and you both let out satisfied moans.
“Fuck…” he grunted, “you feel so good.”
“Move…” you begged and that was all it took for Aaron to grab your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he began to pull almost all the way out before sinking all the way back in. “Oh god.”
Your head dropped back against the wall, each pump of his cock hit every inch of you that you needed, little whimpers and moans leaving your lips every time he pressed you into the wall. Your arms wound around his shoulders, bracing yourself up as he picked up the pace, burying his face into the crook of your neck again. You could feel the slick building between your legs, fully coating him, your pussy fluttering around his cock and he swore.
“Fuck…” he panted, “squeezing me so tight already.”
“Harder. Please.” Aaron stepped back from the wall for a moment, bracing his feet differently before thrusting even deeper into you, pinning you to the wall and you cried out in pleasure. “Oh fuck! Yes! Oh god…”
A shimmer of sweat was breaking out on your body as your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving half circle indents on his skin. Each thrust of his hips crashed you into the wall, the pain worth it for the pleasure, his body rubbing against your clit, fire prickling under your skin as you clenched down around him.
“Feel good?” He asked, finally pulling his face from your neck, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as you nodded, whining out the best ‘yes’ you could in that moment. Your thighs began to squeeze around his waist, your breath hot on his lips as your chest heaved, eyes fluttering shut and he could feel your cunt dripping and pulsing around him, “you gonna come for me sweetheart?” A hand slid up your body, roughly cupping at your chest, finger and thumb pinching at one nipple and then the next, rolling the swollen buds between his fingertips. “Be a good girl and come all over daddy’s cock.” Aaron husked into your ear, biting at your earlobe and your eyes shot open at the use of the title.
“Oh god!” Your body trembled, pussy clenching down around his cock as your peak washed over you, juices dribbling out where your bodies were connected, drenching Aaron’s thighs as he continued to pound into you.
“That’s it.” He cooed, “that’s my good girl.” His arms wound around you tightly as he pulled you off the wall, cock still buried deep in your cunt as he carried you over to the bed. Your lips were peppering kisses to the side of his neck, teeth scraping gently at the skin as you let out little whimpers, pussy still fluttering around him as you shivered. Before he had a chance to put you down on the bed you let out a little whine,
“Wanna ride you.”
“Alright.” He chuckled, slipping out of you and dropping down onto the bed, bracing himself up against the headboard as you scrambled up the bed to straddle him. His eyes flicked behind you to the full length mirror, the one he’d fingered you in front of days ago, “wait.” You stalled in your movements, “turn around.”
“But—”
“Turn. Around.”
His finger twirled and once your eyes met his through the mirror you understood why, a small smirk on your lips as you straddled his hips, hand wrapping around his cock. You trailed it through your folds, rocking up and down as you pressed his cock against your pussy, grinding up and down his length as your juices made even more of a mess before you finally lined it up and sunk all the way down onto him.
“Fuck…” you moaned, biting your lip, “love your cock.”
“Yeah?” He asked with a wicked grin, hands coming up to rest on your waist, giving you a soft squeeze, “love it buried in that tight little cunt?” A hand spanked at the globe of your ass, “you like it when I fuck you nice and deep?”
“Mmhmm?” You nodded, gasping when he spanked you again.
“Well then why don’t you get goin’? Put on a nice little show for me, let’s see how gorgeous you are riding my cock.”
You didn’t need any more encouragement, bracing on your knees as you rose up until only the head of his cock was inside you, starting a steady rhythm bouncing in his lap. Aaron groaned at the sight of your tits bouncing in the mirror, the way your eyes fluttered shut and your hands roamed your body as you rode him. Each time you came down his cock fully disappeared into your pussy, throbbing and twitching inside you, feeling the way your walls were pulsing around him. He would never get enough of this sight and he knew it, trying to memorize every inch of your body through the mirror as he squeezed at your ass with one hand, the other on your waist, guiding you up and down. His hips suddenly thrust upward and you let out a little squeak in surprise, your eyes shooting open,
“Touch yourself.” He grunted, “want you to come again before I do.”
“Yes sir.” You nodded, keeping eye contact through the mirror as you sucked two fingers into your mouth while you continued to ride him. Your fingers left a trail of spit down your body as your hand sunk lower until they hit the swollen nub, pulsing and aching to be touched, “oh fuck…” your head dropped back as your began to rub your clit.
“Harder.” Hotch urged, hands gripping your waist tighter, “faster.”
You complied, pushing harder as your hand began to move faster, bouncing quicker in his lap and you began to pant, your chest heaving as pleasure prickled under your skin. All that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin on skin, wet sounds squelching from your pussy as your moans got louder and louder. Hotch could feel your cunt squeezing down tighter and tighter with each thrust of his cock and he knew you weren’t far off.
“Oh god daddy…” You moaned.
“That’s it sweetheart.” He grunted, bracing a foot on the bed to thrust more powerfully into you, earning a loud moan from you as he did so, “show me how pretty you are when you come for me. Just for me.”
You let out a cry, your body surging forward as pleasure skyrocketed through you, your entire being shaking as you squirted all over his cock. You tensed up, hands braced against the bed in front of you before you screamed out a moan, a third orgasm coursing through you. You barely had time to feel the wetness dripping down your thighs before Aaron shoved you forward so he could get on his knees behind you, his cock never once leaving your drenched cunt and then he was fucking you into the mattress.
“God.. listen to you..” He moaned, “just fucking wrecked.”  Your fingers clawed at the bedspread, pussy throbbing around him, clit harshly rubbing against the bedspread, whines leaving your lips as you began to reach the stage of overstimulation. “Just a little cock slut, aren’t you?”
“Only for… you…” you moaned out, voice muffled by the duvet.
“Good girl.” He grunted with a particularly deep thrust and your thighs shook, “gonna make me come.” He could feel his lower stomach tightening, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Give it to me.” You cried out, “want your cum.”
“Fuck.” He hissed, his hips faltering and then stilling buried deep inside your cunt, cum spurting into you, coating your walls.
“Oh god…” You groaned at the sensation, finally letting your body fully collapse into the mattress.
Panting, Aaron gently dropped over you, caging you into the bed, one hand softly soothing up and down your side as he pressed a series of kisses across your shoulders, “you okay?”
“Phenomenal.” You mumbled back, earning a chuckle from him before he kissed the back of your neck, gently slipping out of you to collapse on his back beside you on the bed. You rolled your head toward him, shifting slightly, happily sighing at the feel of the cum mixture leaking down your thighs, “but if it takes another fucking four days for that to happen again, I will not be impressed.”
“All I need is four minutes.” He smirked back at you, “besides, there’s plenty of ways I can get you off that don’t even need my cock.” You let out a yelp when his hand slid between your legs, softly fucking the cum back into your cunt, “see?” He asked with a near evil grin and you laughed, letting him wrap his free arm around your waist, lips meeting yours in a lazy kiss as he continued to toy with you.
You had to admit, even if you did have to wait another four days, you knew it would be completely worth it in the end.
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assassinschaoticcreed · 7 months ago
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Has any of the boys had some weird dreams or nightmare that's so stupid?
stupid/weird dreams
Altaïr: he could use technology with no problems. wait a minute...HE COULD USE TECHNOLOGY WITHOUT ANY PROBLEMS?? he woke up, got out of bed and went to use the laptop that he was gifted for his birthday. turned it on and had to hook it up to the wifi again...he couldn't do it. it was a stupid dream..one in which he wished was true.
Arno: this is a weird dream. it has to be a dream, why else would there be a small angel & devil on his shoulder-- aka small Desmond & Altaïr on his shoulder squabbling with each other. Altaïr, Arno cannot commit arsen because Jacob said water is wet--How about murder then--NO ALTAÏR, ARNO CANNOT COMMIT MURDER BECAUSE OF THAT EITHER--. Arno is looking between Desmond and Altaïr. he agrees with Altaïr, Jacob deserves to burn at the stake for saying such a ridiculous thing. wakes up, and goes downstairs where everyone is eating breakfast, he walks over to make a cup of coffee and passes Jacob, walks back and looks him dead in the eye and says WATER IS NOT WET. then continues to go make himself some coffee, everyone is very confused. Jacob is trying to process how water isn't wet, but Arno hasn't had his coffee yet, so he won't bring it up yet.
Connor: the turkey he brought home was speaking English. the turkey could talk now. the downside...the boys are now gobbling like turkeys. what is going on. when he woke up he went to tell Desmond & Arno about his dream, Jacob happened to be walking by and heard it. just to mess around with Connor, later that evening he started gobbling when Connor started talking to him, Connor looked horrified while everyone but Arno & Desmond were confused. Jacob got smacked upside the head by Arno who told him to apologize to Connor.
Desmond: why are the boys kids? why is he in a daycare center? why are they calling him Mr. Desmond? oh boy, he's not good with kids--. Altaïr stop glaring at Connor, you're going to make him cry. Arno, Ezio, stop pulling each other's hair and arguing which food is better, French or Italian. the obvious choice is Tacos. Edward, you are NOT a pirate stop tying kids up to chairs--JACOB GET DOWN FROM THE BOOKSHELF--HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET UP THERE--NOT YOU TOO EVIE, YOU WERE THE ONE KID I HAD FAITH IN.
Ezio: why are the boys dressed up like him? they even sound like him!? what the hell--THEY'RE EVEN SPEAKING ITALIAN?? he knows Arno knows Italian (decently enough) as does Desmond (he knows it pretty good-ish) but they are perfect at it now. wakes up and goes downstairs to see the boys watching some crime show, Arno & Desmond smile and wave at him..he's curious so he starts speaking Italian. Arno & Desmond are confused but respond the best to their knowledge while the others tell him to speak English. "ENGLISH, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!" yup, it was just a weird dream.
Edward: the water is knee deep where he's standing in the ocean, and there are a bunch of sea animals talking to him. they sound like the boys, and even have the scars in the same spots the boys have. when he wakes up he sits up and looks around, seeing that he's in his hammock and Jacob is sleeping in his bed on his respective side of the room. odd, very odd indeed.
Jacob: why is there cow boy versions of the boys standing around his bed, all with thick southern accents. why is he hog tied?? dirty dan? who the hell is dirty dan--THATS NOT HIS NAME! WHY WONT THEY LISTEN! wait...why is HE dressed like a cowboy?? Altaïr is holding a wanted poster that has..Jacob on it. damn it, what the hell did he do that was illegal now? wakes up utterly confused. goes downstairs and hears the boys discussing what movie to watch--what happened to their southern accents? they're dressed in regular clothes..oh well.
nightmare
Altaïr: darkness. that's all he saw...at first. then there was red glowing eyes..whose voice was that? why did it sound so...deep and guttural? what's that noise...it sounds like chains dragging..? there's rows of razor sharp teeth beneath the glowing red eyes...why is it laughing? in it's deep guttural voice it said:
'ahlan bik ya abn al'iinsani..
min al'afdal 'an tajri... wa'an tajri bisureatin!
and then it lunged at him. he woke up tangled in blankets, drenched in a cold sweat. it was only a dream..only a nightmare.
Arno: one moment he was hanging out with his friends, and the next he was ripped under violent waves in the ocean. being drug deeper and deeper down. he could have sworn he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, maybe it was lack of oxygen. but when he turned his head there was sharks as far as the eye could see, below him even above him. it was getting harder and harder to breath, he felt like he was suffocating. at one point he swears he stopped breathing, then a shark lunged at him ready to rip him in half and he woke up with Jacob laying across himself and Edward. that explains the feeling of suffocation...oh that's right...the 3 of them went out drinking. at least they made it home, fully clothed.
Connor: he was in the center of the tribes village?...there was fire everywhere. he heard his mother and father screaming in pain, he ran to try and pinpoint where they were. they were trapped in a hut and the entire thing was burning down. he somehow got into the hut, but when he got to the room they were trapped in the door was covered by debris that had fallen in front of it, and there was no way they would be able to get out. there was no windows for them to escape from, and all they could do was either suffocate or burn alive--and then he woke up. ironically he called his dad before his mother, knowing his father would be able to calm him down before he called his mom.
Desmond: he was back at the farm. the Auditores had looked at him, absolutely disgusted and said he was a waste of space, an embarrassment to the human race as they abandoned him right in front of his old house. Bill came out and right as he was about to hit him, he woke up on the floor face first. ran to Ezios room, shook him awake and told him the nightmare. they ended up facetiming the Auditores, each of them saying how much they loved Desmond and he was none of the things they called him in his nightmare.
Ezio: his entire family was murdered. he had a vivid dream of not only seeing his father and brothers hung before his eyes..but they also had his mother and sister with blades to their throats. his uncle Mario tried to save his father and brothers but was killed in the process, his mother and sisters throats were slit and he woke up sobbing. he called his mom and tried to tell her his nightmare as he sobbed, she made him FaceTime so she could show him that she and his father are fine. then he did it to Frederico, Claudia & Petruccio.
Edward: he gets back home from a mission to find all the boys laying in a blood bath. he's panicking. yelling out each of their names, checking to make sure if there's a possibility that any of them are alive, none of them are. he jolts up and gets out of bed, running to each of the boy's rooms checking to make sure they're okay. they're not happy to be woken up, but after they see Edward's state and hear the nightmare, everyone is sleeping in the living room together. cuddle puddle yo.
Jacob: Evie was killed right in front of him, she died in his arms. he woke up crying, called Evie just to make sure she was okay. she was annoyed at first to be woken up but once she found out why she got up and went over to make sure Jacob was okay. they had a sleepover in a little fort (to make Jacob happy).
side note for Altaïrs it's supposed to be : "hello there child of man.. you better run...and run fast!"
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casspurrjoybell-32 · 10 months ago
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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 15
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*Warning Adult Content*
Aiden
I woke with a raging headache from hell.
I need some aspirin S.T.A.T. I sat up and looked around.
My eyes took in my surroundings as I moved the covers from me and slid out of the bed.
'This isn't my room,' I thought as I stared at the almost bare area.
There were two dressers... no T.V... no personal belongings... just the bare essentials and a fluffy white rug on the floor.
Oh right, I was at Liam's, wow that felt weird to say.
Who knew I would be sleeping at Liam's, in his bed even.
Speaking of Liam, where is he?
"You're up."
Startled I spun around and saw Liam closing the bathroom door.
He had a towel rubbing his wet hair dry and another around his waist.
My eyes traveled down his body and what a body it was.
There were droplets of water running down his tan chiseled chest falling across his delicious six pack abs.
I watched his biceps contract as he dried his hair and I could promise you that I was drooling.
I heard his clear his throat with a smirk on his face. Blushing I looked away quickly.
"Yeah," I finally answered.
"You might want to wipe your mouth there, would you like to borrow a towel? Which one?" he teased me with a smug smirk on his face.
I scowled at him and walked past him rudely bumping him in the process.
"I'm going to the bathroom..." I mumbled.
He chuckled as I stormed into the bathroom.
"You can take a shower I'll bring in some clothes for you," he said.
Closing the bathroom door I turned the water on.
While I waited for it to warm up I turned toward the mirror and nearly having a heart attack.
I look horrible... I had dark bags under my eyes, my skin was sickly pale.
My bottom lip was split open and bruised.
I touched it with my tongue and winced from the sting.
There was a quick knocked at the door, opening it Liam handed me a black shirt with gray pajama bottoms.
"I would give you a pair of pants but I don't think they would fit and I brought you my towel," he winked at me.
Nodding with a small smile since it would hurt if it was any bigger and I took them.
"Thanks," I said and closed the door.
I pulled my shirt off gingerly but grunted with the effort anyway.
My ribs were in pain, my whole body was screaming in agony.
I looked in the mirror again eyeing my bruised torso and arms from the beating Brent gave me.
I didn't want to do back there... I didn't want to see his face.
But were else was I supposed to go, shaking my head I stripped the rest of my clothes and hopped in the shower.
I stayed under the spray of hot water longer than I had to but it was soothing on my back and was doing magic to my sore muscles.
Sighing I reluctantly got out and dried myself off keeping my gaze from the mirror this time.
I shrugged on Liam's clothes and began to panic.
He gave me a short sleeve shirt that was showing off all the bruises on my arms.
CRAP. What do I do now?
I franticly looked around the bathroom trying to find something to cover them up.
Then I spotted a bathrobe, grabbing it I threw it on and picked up my dirty clothes and took a deep breath.
Liam was sitting on the bed waiting for me when I walked out... he got up and grabbed my clothes.
"Here let me wash these," he said before he frowned at me.
"Why are you wearing my robe?" he asked.
I racked my brain trying to think of a quick excuse.
"I was cold," I blurted.
"Well I can turn the heater up," I shook my head.
"No its fine, I don't want you running up your bill for me."
He just laughed.
"It's no problem."
I shook my head again.
"It's comfy, I'm cool."
Hesitantly he nodded headed out of the room.
I just stood there staring at the doorway until he popped his head in the room.
"You coming?"
"Yeah."
When we entered the kitchen Liam's mom was fixing breakfast and his dad was sitting at the table with a whole bunch of papers scattered around him.
I snickered a little, it reminded me of my home.
My dad was always reading a file of something while my mom cooked.
"Oh Aiden your up, would you like some waffles?" Mrs. Jacobs asked with a beaming smile. I nodded.
"Good take a seat sweetie."
I sat down keeping my eyes on the table.
Liam came around the table and sat next to me.
"Your clothes are in the wash," he said quietly and I nodded.
Someone cleared there throat, looking up I noticed Mr. Jacobs was staring at me.
"So Aiden what do your parents do?" he asked.
"Uh... m-my dad works I-in a law f-firm, h-he's a l-lawyer."
I don't know what it is about him but he made me very nervous.
"A lawyer," he said impressed.
"He wouldn't be Mr. Carlisle by any chance would he?" he asked.
"Y-yes sir, that's my d-dad."
He nodded in astonishment.
"He's one of the most sought after lawyers around here."
I nodded in agreement.
"And your mother?"
"She does volunteer work and things like that."
"That's very noble of her," Mrs. Jacobs intervened dishing waffles on my plate and placing the rest on the table.
Liam quickly forked a couple waffles off the plate as did Mr. Jacobs.
I started cutting my waffles.
It was quiet for a while, my eyes were traveling all around the kitchen and living room.
It was like a scene out of a petty Crocker book or something.
The room gave off homely vibes that made you feel warm and welcomed.
The scent of the breakfast Mrs. Jacobs engulfed the room and soothed me.
It reminded me of my mom in a way.
She was a stay at home mom and took care of my siblings and I with all the care in the world.
Homemade meals were always at the ready for whenever we were hungry, just not as many sweets as when we were younger.
I looked over towards Liam's parents for a second and saw the startling hungry look in Mr. Jacobs as he stared at his wife.
His eyes were slowly turning a misty yellow and I frowned.
That is exactly what Liam's do to... was that even possible?
"Dad," Liam said sternly.
His eyes snapped towards his sons and they were again a stormy grey.
He glanced at me as saw my curious face.
Clearing his throat he went back to his food.
I turned towards Liam and he just smiled at me.
After breakfast Liam's parents went upstairs.
"Your parents are very affectionate... huh?" I said.
Liam grimaced a little before nodded.
"Hey come with me," he said walking up the stairs... confused I followed him towards the guest bathroom.
"Why are we in here?" I asked as he guided me to sit on the toilet.
"What are you doing?"
I watch him rummage through his cabinets and pulled out disinfectant wipes.
Tearing it open he knelt in front of me and dapped at my lip.
Hissing I backed away.
"Ouch," I exclaimed.
"Come on Aiden I need to clean it," he said giving me a puppy dog face.
Rolling my eyes I sighed and leaned forward letting him torture my lip.
He had a smug smile on his face as he continued to clean my wound.
His eyes were focused on my lip so I let mine roam over his face.
His dark brows were furrowed in concentration.
He had such long eyelashes that made his hazel eyes pop more, they were mesmerizing.
He had full sexy lips with a dark shadow along his jaw and framing his lips, a sure sign that he hadn't shaved this morning.
There was also a little pack of hair at the bottom of his lip.
It made him look more rugged than should be allowed.
His hair was black as night, not really all that long on the top where it hang in his face but long enough to grab.
He seemed to like styling it up with a flip in the front... while the sides were cut short.
And to top it all off it was a perfect contrasted with perfectly tanned skinned.
I noticed suddenly that his hand was still.
Looking back in his eyes I saw he was staring at me with a curious look.
Oh no, he saw me checking him out.
My face began to heat and I turned my head away in embarrassed.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"It's fine," he chuckled turning my head back to face him.
It was silent for a while as he dabbed my lip clean before I broke it.
"Can I asked you something?" I said timidly.
He nodded.
"Yeah, anything."
"Why aren't you disgusted with me like the rest of the school?" I asked keeping my eyes on the floor.
His hand stopped now but I still didn't look up.
"Aiden, I could never be disgusted with you," he said in a firm voice.
I shook my head.
"You're just trying to make me feel better. I'm pathetic."
He lifted my chin up then looking in my eyes.
"Aiden, trust me you are far from disgusting to me."
His face was set in a serious expression.
"Your special and don't let anyone tell you different."
I chuckled.
"You sound like my dad," I said.
He smiled and when back to cleaning my lip.
"Then your dad is a very smart man."
"I like to think so, since he's a lawyer and all," I joked and he smiled back.
Finally he finished, throwing away the wipes.
"I need to put your clothes in the dryer," he said sprinting down the stairs leaving me sitting in the guest bathroom.
Sighing I got up and I walked out back to his room only to bump into Liam's dad.
"Oh... s-sorry Mr. Jacobs," I apologized.
He chuckled running his hands through his messy dirty blonde hair.
'I wonder what he was doing to make his perfect hair from earlier so disheveled,' I snickered to myself.
"Call me Robert," he told him patting my upper arm.
I suppressed my wince.
"I've been meaning to ask you what happened to your lip?" he asked and I frowned.
He laughed sheepishly.
"I heard you and Liam in the bathroom and it's kind of hard to hide that since I saw it yesterday," he told me.
"Oh um, I got in a little fight at school was all, nothing big."
I watched his brows shot up.
"I know I don't look like the type to fight."
He shook his head.
"You have spirit, I can see that."
I nodded.
"Yeah," I said slowly in confusion.
"So are you staying again tonight?" he asked his grey eyes causing me to shift uncomfortably.
"Um... No I think I should go home today."
He nodded.
"Well you're welcome here anytime," he said with a smile before entering a room down the hall.
I let out a deep breath.
'Why does he make me so nervous?' I though as I continued towards Liam's room.
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mackenzielovee · 2 years ago
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tutoring — rafe cameron
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a/n: this is the filthiest thing i have ever written. all thanks to my girls @r0und3bitch and @lovedetlost , i love and adore both of you , thanks for being you !
warnings: all of them. im serious. SMUT (PinV sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, manipulation of reader, degrading language, dom/sub dynamics)
     It was supposed to be an innocent night. You’d told Rafe to come over to help you study for your finals, given that he’s a math whiz and you aren’t. He’d entered your apartment with textbooks and a pencil behind his ear, but the smirk is what gets you. 
He’d helped you with four problems before, somehow, you found yourself perched in his lap, your dress bunched at your hips by his large hands. Your clothed core grinds against his as you cup his cheek, kissing him like it’s your last time. 
You break the kiss and moan against his lips, rutting your hips into his faster. He combines the fistfuls of fabric into one hand, then uses his free one to palm your ass as he guides you. 
“Fuck,” he mumbles, “You’re supposed to be studying, baby. Tucking that pretty lip between your teeth while I tell you you’re doing a good job. You like when I tell you you’re doing a good job?”
“Mhm,” you whine, “I like—I want—”
Rafe’s cruel, low laugh brings a tint to your cheeks, the kind that makes you feel embarrassed. He notices as you slow your movements, leading him to rut his hips up into you. When you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, he smirks. 
“No wonder you needed my help,” he teases you, “Just a dumb little girl, huh? Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
He kisses you again before you can say another word, seemingly doing his best to try and swallow you whole with the aggressive way he takes your mouth. You’re too lost in his kiss to notice his fingers loop through your underwear and yank it off, dropping the soaked fabric onto the couch beside him. 
“Daddy,” you plead, sitting back on his knees as you take in his swollen lips. 
“Don’t worry, baby,” he repeats, “I’m gonna take real good care of you. You see, good girls don’t make their daddies wait. Good girls also do their studying before playtime. Now, I know you worked that pretty little brain extra hard on our math problems, so that counts. But you’re not gonna make Daddy wait, are you?”
You bite down on your bottom lip as you shake your head, your eyes wide and pouty as you lean forward. 
“No, Daddy, m’sorry,” you mumble. 
He brings you in for another kiss, “Don’t be sorry, honey. Come here.”
You sit up on your knees again and let him guide your hands down to his belt buckle, where he nods for you to undo it. He sits up just enough for you to pull him out, eyes widening slightly at the length and the girth of him. You swallow and shake your head after a second, knowing you can’t make him wait any longer. 
“Spit on it,” he demands, “Don’t make me ask again.”
You nod, “Yes, sir.”
You lean forward and let your spit fall from between your lips, watching how it floods Rafe’s already leaking tip. Slowly, Rafe guides your hand over him, helping you rub your spit down his shaft. 
“That’s it,” he grins, “Good fucking girl. Get me all ready for you.”
“More?” you ask him, looking down at his wet, hard cock.
“Yeah, baby, more,” he nods, brushing hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. 
You spit on him again, rubbing it up and down with both hands this time instead of one. Rafe throws his head back on the couch cushion as you stroke him, drawing even more precum from his tip. 
“Fuck,” he moans, “That’s so good. Take your dress off, come on.”
You do as told, removing your hands only for a moment to pull your dress over your head. He grins as you do exactly what you’re told, nodding his head slightly in approval. You bask in the slight nod of praise, wanting more from him. Your hands return to his cock and he grunts when you squeeze him, twisting your wrist and watching his face contort as you do.
“Shit,” he grunts, “You wet for me, baby? You think Daddy can just slide right in? Or do I have to work you open? Make you take me?”
You shake your head slowly, knowing that he knows how wet you are purely by the way you’re leaking on his jeans. 
“I can take it, Daddy,” you whimper.
He smiles, “Gorgeous, filthy thing. C’mere. You talk a big game for such a little girl.”
“I can do it,” you repeat, hovering over him and feeling his tip rub between your folds. 
“Sweetheart,” he pants, kissing you lightly, patronizingly, “When I say take me, I mean all of me. You think you can handle that?”
You nod again, but your hesitance shows through, “Yes.”
He grins, “Daddy’s gonna split you open, honey.”
“It’s okay,” you whisper, bucking your hips, trying to force them down. He holds you up with one hand. 
“If you say so,” he smirks, guiding you down and watching you gasp as his tip fills your entrance, “Tap out if you need to. I won’t be mad.”
It’s the first genuine thing he’s said since you climbed onto his lap, and you’re grateful for it. You continue to slide down, gasping and gripping the hair on the back of his head as you stretch to accommodate his girth. 
“Oh,” you whisper, halting your motions and holding yourself still on your knees, “Daddy, I—”
“Relax,” he murmurs, “I can’t get in there if you tense up on me.”
You nod, burying your head in his neck and inhaling his scent as he continues to guide you down. 
“Mmm,” you hum into his skin. 
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, “You gonna ride my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” you answer, beginning to bounce up and down on him, hoping it’ll stretch you so you can take even more, “Yes, sir.”
“That’s it. That’s fucking it, keep that rhythm, sweetheart. Good girl.”
His praise urges you to continue, and when you sink down even further, his growls grow raw in his throat. 
You whimper and whine as you bounce on him, losing yourself and your ability to think straight as you attempt to draw more sounds from him. 
“Oh, shit. Keep going,” he says, looking down at your connecting cores, “Well, would you look at that?” 
You weep, “What?” 
His pointer finger brushes over the bulge protruding from your stomach, appearing and disappearing perfectly with each bounce of your hips. 
“That’s me, baby,” he tells you with a condescending smile, “That’s Daddy’s cock all in your stomach.” 
“Hmm,” you whine, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes from how much you’re taking, “Daddy.” 
“You’re okay,” he promises, thrusting up into you even harder, “You’re taking me so well. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep bouncin’ all pretty on me. You want me to make you cum?” 
You nod, “Yes, please.” 
Rafe grins and sticks his thumb in your mouth, watching with wild eyes as you immediately wrap your lips around him. After a few swirls of your tongue, he pulls back out and presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles and laughing when you whimper. 
“Oh— Daddy, I’m gonna—“ 
“Yeah?” he smirks, “Only good girls get to cum. And you’ve been Daddy’s best girl, haven’t you?”
“Mhm,” you nod, unable to form words under the immense pleasure. 
“No,” he says sternly, taking pressure off of your clit, “Say it for me if you want to cum. Say it for me if you want my cum.”
You nod profusely at the thought, your hips bucking shamelessly at the thought of Rafe filling you up. 
“Daddy, please, I want your cum,” you cry. 
“Say it, baby.”
“Mmm,” you fuss, pouting as you stare down at him, not noticing the warm tears that fall down your cheeks, “I’m Daddy’s best girl. I want Daddy’s cum.”
“Such a good fucking girl,” he grins smugly, “I’ll fill you up, honey. Just keep bouncing for me. Squeeze that little pussy.”
You nod for him, and just as Rafe tosses you over the edge, he lets out a loud groan at the sudden tightness surrounding him while you climax. 
“Shit!” he exclaims, “Fuck me, that’s amazing.”
You feel the delicious overstimulation quickly turn to pain once you come down, but you don’t falter. You look forward at Rafe, completely fucked out, you’re sure, and cup his cheek in your palm. His tongue leaves his mouth to wet his lips as his eyes roll back, and you know he’s just one moment away from filling you up. 
“Please,” you whimper, “Please, Daddy.”
He lets out one final, throaty groan and releases, shooting ropes of hot release inside of you. You ride out his orgasm with him until his hips fall, which is when you collapse into his chest. Rafe kisses your sweaty forehead and brushes your hair back with his palm, stroking your back to calm you. 
“You’re everything,” he whispers to you, “So good for me. My little angel, huh?”
“Yes,” you answer, kissing his neck. 
“I feel bad, baby,” he mumbles, “Lets get s’more studying in before you go to bed, okay?”
You pout and shake your head against him, wanting nothing more than to continue to sit here and feel him pulse inside of you. 
“The exam isn’t even worth that much,” you shrug.
He chuckles, “Tell you what. You take a practice test for me now, and if you get at least a B, I’ll fuck you before I go. If you get any lower, well…”
You sit up and smile, giving him a happy kiss before you hop up, feeling his cum instantly start dripping from your core as you do so. 
Rafe doesn’t let you clean yourself up, and instead, watches as you make a mess of your area rug in your living room. You finish your practice test and check your answers twice, biting your lip the way he likes before handing it over. He grades it with a green pen, and doing quick math in his head, he marks the last two correct, even though you’d gotten them wrong. Your hopeful eyes draw him in, and when he sets the test down, he holds a hand out to you. 
“Barely got by, baby, but a promise is a promise. Come let Daddy fill you again.”
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@itsalexwin @r0und3bitch @lovedetlost @goldenjo @valeriiecameron @storytellingwitht @solllaris @notdisneychannel @bethoconnor @starkeyobx @onmykneesforrafe
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seidenbros · 2 years ago
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Personal Problem
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 1946 Summary: Halloween party at Steve's with the whole bunch, and a movie to top it off. Everoyne's in costume and Eddie dressed up as Axl Rose has you wanting to tear his clothes off, only that Eddie really puts a damper to your mood when you tell him that you're wet Warning/Tags: shameless smut/porn, mutual masturbation, bit of dirty talk, use of a vibrator (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI A/N: better late than never but still in time for @sparklingsin 's Spookinktober. I took the prompt "I'm wet - sounds like a personal problem" from the list, and already knew what I wanted to write, but work got in the way, soooo still in time for Halloween, here we go! The first thing I've written in weeks, but at least it looks like I'm back
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Steve’s Halloween party was actually something you’d been looking forward to, because instead of it being one of these bis parties, it was a get together for you and your friends. Of course, there was alcohol for the older ones, music, a couple more people than had been invited, but it wasn’t going to be a party that would have Steve clean up the whole place for two days. Dustin and Mike were lost in debate about God knows what, whole Max and El giggled about something in the corner, definitely up to something. It was a comfortable atmosphere with all the people you loved around. But you only had eyes for your boyfriend. Why? Apart from being absolutely in love with him, he was dressed like Axl Rose, because you’d once told him that you think he’s sexy and that the look would suit Eddie. He’d kept that in mind and had surprised you with that Halloween costume, destroying your idea of maybe going for a couples costume, but it didn’t matter once you saw him.
Your own costume consisted of denim shorts, a red tanktop and white slippers, looking like Baby in Dirty Dancing in the scene on the bridge. You’d even styled your hair like hers as much as that was possible. You’d woven a story around both your costumes, that Baby had opted for the rockstar instead of the dancer, pissing her parents off even more, but in the end: Love wins. Not that anybody needed a story, but you liked it.
Eddie though… Damn, you’d nearly kept him at home and hadn’t made it to the party, because seeing him like that had made you squeeze your thighs together. It had been him who’d pretty much dragged you out of your apartment to get to the party, not even realising how much he made your head spin. Just looking at him, seeing him in that outfit with a bright smile on his lips made your mouth water and arousal pool low in your belly.
But you still had to make it through the movie somehow. After that you could hopefully drag him back home and have your way with him, because while the outfit definitely turned you on, the man inside those clothes turned you on even more.
Sitting next to him once the movie started, you leaned close to his ear, because it wasn’t fair that you were squirming in your seat while he was completely infazes, so you wanted to change that.
“I’m wet, Eddie,” you whispered in his ear, letting your lips drag along his earlobe, and while he shivered at the touch, his words made your jaw drop.
“Sounds like a personal problem,” he whispered back, his hand landing on your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze.
You gasped audibly, drawing attention from Steve and Robin towards you, when you leaned back against the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt Eddie move closer, his lips now next to your ear.
“I’m just kidding, you know that?” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin on your thigh.
“Mhm,” you answered and left it at that. Sure he was kidding. But he’d see what this would get him in the end.
You didn’t say anything else during the movie, feeling a little frustrated because of him, but you knew how to pay him back once you were home. So after you’d said goodbye to the others, you dropped off Dustin, before you drove to your apartment. Eddie was raving about the movie, how good it was, and scary and you simply nodded along, because you hadn’t really paid attention, too pissed off because of his comment. Usually it was something that made him all hot and bothered, ready to get you home as quickly as possible to tear your clothes off. Not today. And it was a bit confusing.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” he eventually asked when he stopped in front of the building, shutting off the engine.
“Nothing, just tired.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you didn’t want to discuss this in the car. Or at all to be honest.
“Are you sure?”
“Eddie,” you sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt, before you opened the door. “I just wanna go home, alright?” You gave him a curt smile, before you closed the door and went ahead to the front door, unlocking the doors to the building then alter to the apartment, Eddie following close behind.
You felt him wrap his arms around you from behind once the door was closed. Just for a second, you melted into him, longing to be close to him, but then you thought better of it and stepped out of his embrace.
“Alright, princess, you need to tell me what’s up, cause I’m drawing a blank here as to what I did.”
It was difficult for you to keep your distance, because he still looked so incredibly hot that you wanted to jump his bones. But no, not right now, not like this.
“There’s just some personal problem I need to take care of, that’s all,” you said, shrugging your shoulders, before you took off your shoes, whipped your tanktop over your head while heading to the bedroom. Your shorts followed shortly after that, as well as your panties that were drenched in you slick, because even though Eddie’s response had put a damper on your mood, you’d still been squirming in your seat, aching for some release, and that was what you were going to get now.
Eddie stood rooted to the spot for a moment, before he realised what you were talking about. With a sigh, he followed you.
“You know that I didn’t really mean that, right?” he called out to you, before he reached the bedroom door, where he had to swallow, being faced with your naked butt while you were leaning down to your nightstand, rummaging through the drawer. “What are you doing?” His eyes wandered from your ass up your back while you straightened again. When you turned around to him, you could see him swallow.
“Told you… I’m gonna take care of my personal problem.” Your eyes caught on the front of his pants, where you could see what your look did to him. You bit your lip when you saw his eyes widen at the sight of your vibrator. “And you’re not allowed to touch me. This is my problem after all.” Oh you were beginning to enjoy that, knowing how hard he was getting in his pants just at the mere sight of you right now, knowing what you were about to do.
You crawled onto the bed, wiggling your butt to give him something more to look at, and you were happy that he really didn’t move, still stood where he was when you turned around on the bed and settled back against the pillows. You hadn’t worn a bra because it hadn’t gone with the costume, so that was perfect now. Your nipples were already pebbling because of the situation, because of the way Eddie looked at you.
Your eyes locked with his, you put your vibrator to your lips, swirling your tongue around it, just to tease Eddie, because you were already dripping onto the bed. When you lowered your hand and pushed the vibrator between your folds, Eddie moaned at the sight, wasting no time to push his pants down.
“What are you… doing?” you asked a little breathlessly, already feeling the pleasure from the vibrations and the penetration, but what really made you squirm a little was the look on Eddie’s face.
“You said not to touch you. You said nothing about myself!” His eyes darted to yours, before they slowly scanned over your body, resting for a moment on your perky nipples, before his eyes dropped down to your cunt again, watching how you fucked yourself with that vibrator. Eddie didn’t have a problem with toys in the bedroom, absolutely not, he liked using them together with you, but right now, he was jealous of a goddamn toy, and it was his own fault.
“Mhh fuck Eddie… feels so good,” you moaned, closing your eyes, head pushed back against the pillows. You were teasing him on purpose and you knew that it was working by the way he groaned and stepped closer to the bed. When you opened your eyes again you could see him get on his knees on the bed between your spread legs, careful not to touch you anywhere.
The sight of him on his knees, hand wrapped around his leaking cock, hips thrusting forward to fuck his fist, was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. Spurred on by his reaction to seeing you like this, you decided to put on a little show for him.
“So good… So so good, Eds… fill my pussy so good with your big cock!” Your moans got louder, your hand moving faster to fuck yourself with your vibrator, the other hand grabbing your left tit, squeezing it, pinching your nipple.
“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me, princess!” Eddie groaned, inching even closer, eyes darting between your pussy and your face, the look of pleasure on it almost too much for him.
“God Eddiiiiee!” You drew out his name, loving the way his hips stuttered a little when you did that, his movements going erratic. “‘M so close… mhh fuck I’m gonna come!” You could feel the pleasure building, felt the knot in your stomach about to snap.
“Please… please come for me, princess. Wanna see you when you do!” Eddie was close as well, only holding out to focus on you, to look at you while you were making yourself come.
“Oh… God… fuck!” Your back arched off the bed when that knot snapped, wave after wave of pleasure shaking your whole body, making your head swim, but you were still aware of something warm and wet hitting your stomach.
“Fuuuuck!” you heard Eddie moan, losing it himself, his come covering your stomach. When you looked up and your eyes locked with his, he did look a bit sheepish. “Didn’t touch you, did I?”
“No, you didn’t!” You couldn’t help but laugh at this situation, at him, because you could have sent him out, probably should have, but you loved seeing and hearing him come too much to not experience this together.
“That was fucking hot, I have to say!” Eddie leaned over you, his cock brushing against your folds, making you his due to being so sensitive. His head dipped down to kiss your lips, then your cheek.
“Mhm it was… still…” Even though it had been amazing, and you would definitely do that again, you were still a bit pissed because of his reaction earlier.
“How about I make it up to you? My behaviour at the party?” 
“And how are you planning on doing that?” you asked, closing your eyes because his kisses felt so good.
“Hmm maybe I could carry you to the shower, since we both need it… And then gonna lather you up, get you all clean, only to turn you around then and fuck you so that you won’t be able to walk back to bed. How does that sound?” His words whispered in your ear made you shiver and arousal pool between your legs once again.
“Mhh sounds good,” you admitted breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck as he started to sit back and lift you up. 
“Good… Really gotta make my behaviour up to you.”“Mhm… I agree!” Still, you smiled, because you knew that Eddie always made it up to you.
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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years ago
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speakeasy | s. aizawa 
➳ tags ;; dirty talk, smut, fem!reader, aizawa being a menace, mirror sex?, readers wearing a dress, the word violate ?, petnames like good girl, praise kink, fingering etc. 
➳ wc ;; 1.6k
➳ a/n ;; well-spoken men make my brain empty n my kitty wet dslkfjskdf hi mr. aizawa sir.. i like u 
➳ plot ;; aizawa likes to talk you through everything, even filthy mirror sex
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Aizawa is clasically well-spoken. 
He used to get made fun of for it when he was younger - especially in high school where his formal speech felt out of place for his age. The older he gets, the more attractive the quality becomes. He speaks so smoothly - doesn’t stutter when he talks at all. It’s always slow, concise, and to the point. 
The content of what he says matches his tone of voice well. Aizawa is a conversationalist almost by nature. Despite how quiet he is upon meeting him for the first time, if the subject interests - he could harp on about it for hours and hours. He’s just as eager to hear you respond, loves adding to your ideas and building a concept up until it reaches the ceiling.
He’s knowledgeable too. Unsurprisingly, he reads a lot. But he also has a bad habit of deep diving into obscure things. He knows a lot about how clothes are made and the way honeybees fly. He’s a natural at the retention of information - of both the important and unimportant kind. Aizawa makes habit of these things - the ability to speak and communicate anything he wants. 
His vocabulary is vast as seven seas and his voice is pleasant to listen to - a raspy baritone, low in his throat. You could listen to him talk all day. 
The problem only lies with how Aizawa likes to use his voice. Selective by nature, it can’t help but feel purposeful whenever he talks to you this way. You can almost feel the hum of his throat, how it gets. With his hand placed so carefully between your legs - all you can hear is that deep chuckle that he likes to. 
Aizawa is uncharacteristically built. His body is all muscle, and you can feel it against your back as he holds you this chest. Your legs are spread apart over his - seated comfortably in his lap as your being exposed. It doesn’t help that you can’t see him, can only listen to the way he speaks to you. 
His voice is warm as it ghosts the nape of your neck - it smells like spearmint and coffee and sleep. His tongue smooths over the side, sharp teeth sinking into soft flesh as a hand rests your thigh. He massages your legs with a hum - and you squirm at his overbearing presence. 
“You look beautiful today” 
The compliment is well-meaning. You nod absently at it. You dressed up for this date with no expectations, masking your surprise is proving difficult. It’s like he senses it.  
“Why’re you so nervous, love?” 
“You’re.. hands are uhm..” 
He pauses, a free hand settling right at your belly. His knuckles brush over lace panties with a crooked yet lazy grin. You can feel it against your clit. It throbs with anticipation and desire. A wetness forms between your legs, drips like a broken faucet with repetition. You shift your weight around, feeling his cock in the small of your back. 
“My hands? What about them?” 
You want to say something, anything  really but you come up blank. His finger slides underneath the cotton barrier, snaps it against your sex a few times - amused. A little whimper carries through you as his fingers get closer and closer. The mirror in front of you is a terrible reminder of everything. The way Aizawa has you spread apart, the way his tired eyes glaze over your body. Your nipples are stiff underneath your dress - when he pulls the fabric to bunch underneath your tits you yelp. His thumb and forefinger are tender against your nipples as he pinches and twists them. 
All you can see is yourself and him over your shoulder, onxy black locks pulled up out of his vision. 
“Do you not like where my hands are touching you?” 
You moan, soft and sweet as he plays with your tits, shaking your head. It’s a losing game - you’re sure of it. 
‘N-no - ‘s just a lot” 
“That’s good, that’s good. It’d be unreasonable if you dressed like this and told me not to touch you, don’t you think?” 
And you want to respond back about something with bodily autonomy, something coherent and cohesive. But your body is running feverishly high and your mind feels blank. When your dress gets pulled up past your hips, bunching at the top of your thighs - you lose sight of your control. You want to squeeze your eyes closed, embarrassed by the graphic image of his hand. He pulls your panties back - lets it rub between your folds until your slick makes a mess of the light fabric. 
“Shouta, ngh,” 
“I haven’t even touched you yet but you’re drenched,” 
Aizawas hands are strong, pretty too - they look like they fit in your panties just right. His fingers brush the circle of nerves till your back arches, a piercing wave of pleasure that has you crying out his name. Such a small touch is enough to send you reeling as the beginnings of on orgasm snap in your gut. 
It feels like your skin is firing off, blazing heat encompassing you. His fingers are thick as they stretch your hole out, first one then another. He pumps two fingers in your cunt, scissoring it until he feels the tension of the stretch around them. Your insides feels soft against his touch, molded to the shape of his careful hands as your entire body throbs for his touch. Your pussy feels like it’s weeping and your eyes feel hazy. You can see yourself, bearing witness to the way he violates your cunt with ease. 
“Look at your cunt taking me in so good, right there in the mirror, my love” 
And he’s right, you know he is - you can see it with your eyes half-lidded. But your body craves more, even as an orgasm feels like it’s right there. You know you can’t reach it without getting what you need and Aizawa knows that too. You whimper soft in your throat, clenching around his fingers as you whine. It’s good but not good enough - has you grinding your hips back for more. 
“Shouta..” 
Your voice trails off and he smiles at you, chin tucked over your shoulder. 
“Hm? What is it” 
You whine, screwing your eyes closed as he goes faster and faster. You can feel yourself gush around his hands, orgasm impending but not quite there. You hiccup 
“Sho, please” 
“Please what, baby? Use your words and tell me what you want - I can’t read your mind after all,” 
You could argue that he could - that he can right now with how his cock keeps twitching in his pants at the way you moan so shamelessly. Your legs trap his hand as you squeeze them shut - almost crushing his wrist but not being strong enough. Emabrassment drowns your senses. 
“Your cock, Sho -  please” 
His laughter is smug, almost sarcastic. 
“So greedy. You want me to split you apart on it just like this? I didn’t stretch you out yet, arent you afraid I’ll break your pretty little pussy in half?” ― you can feel him push his pants down his thighs as he hoists your hips up with one leg. Suddenly his cock is sitting between your legs, brushing up against your swollen pussy ― “or is that what you wanted in the first me? For me to break you open?” 
The tip throbs right against your clit, sending electricity through you. And you’re begging him again to fuck you. His hand rests on your belly, loving and tender, as the head nudges against your hole. 
“Keep your eyes on it or no cumming, got it?” 
You exhale a shaky breath of confirmation, hear ricocheting against your ribs. And you watch like he asks - watch the way your whole stretches open and tries to accommodate his size. Watch as he penetrates you inch by inch, thick and hard and hot until you feel him against your cervix. Aizawa’s never been particularly big but the way he fills you up makes you think otherwise.
“Does it feel good?” 
You know the question is rhetorical with the way he bounces you on his dick - the smug grin on his face as your expression becomes messy. Skin covered with a sheer of sweet, tits bouncing, feet  kicking as he lifts you by your hips and fucks into you. You can still see yourself in the mirror being taken and it makes everything feel more sweet. 
Delirium is the only thing you can feel as he fucks up into, brushing your cervix with a spare hand on your clit. Pleasure is overbearing emotion, burning a hole in your stomach as heat licks at your calves. You can feel him so fucking deep you can barely breathe. His whispered sweet nothings only add fuel to the fire. Aizawa’s jsut got that voice  - that tone that makes each word of praise go straight to your core. You’re half dressed and getting fucked so hard you feel it in your lungs but all you can hear is Aizawa groaning “good girl” against the shell of your ear. 
“You’re ― shit, haah ― clenching down on me so tight. Are you gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum all over my cock, like a good girl? So fucking pretty aren’t you?” 
Your orgasm knocks into you full force as his words fill your empty head. Convulsing, your spine arches you cum hard and fast all over his cock - still full to the brim. You twitch as you ride it out, slow thrusts making you mewl as he kisses the crown of your head. 
Aizawa hums, soft and low 
“I haven’t finished yet so you’ll have to bear with me. I’m sure you can take it though, right?” 
And you nod your head, thighs trembling. You’re sure with how he speaks to you, Aizawa could convince you of anything at all. 
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filterjeons · 4 years ago
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baby baby | kth
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✦ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
✦ summary: you’re practically taehyung’s favorite girl. even though you are just his sugar baby, he loves you more than any one of his before. unfortunately, you started to turn into the complete opposite of the girl you were before but luckily for him, he knows how to put you back in your place
✦ rating: M, not suitable for minors
✦ genre: smut
✦ word count: 5.7k
✦ warnings: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, sugar daddy/dilf!taehyung, degradation, dumbification, anal play, oral (f receiving), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare
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Taehyung sighed to himself as he “patiently” waited for you to finish looking through the abundance of clothes that are hung on the racks of the clothing store you two were in. What’s worse is that you probably already have those exact dresses, blouses or skirts but they’re just in a different color. Yet, your irresistible puppy eyes convinced him to drive you to the mall and spend a good amount on you. 
When he decided to become your sugar daddy, he should’ve expected to create such a monster because every month he spends at least $5,000 on different sorts of clothes, shoes, makeup, or miscellaneous items. It wasn’t like it was a financial problem for him but because you were his absolute favorite, he was prone to giving you anything that you ever wanted. Now that he thinks about it, you were the most spoiled out of all of his previous sugar babies. You recently asked him to order a bunch of packages and now here you are, going to spend even more money on more clothes that are only going to go in your closet.
Despite all of that, he really loved you and wanted to make sure you were happy. The first time you two met was in a convenience store on a rainy day where you used to work part time. Back then, you were tired all of the time because not only were you working as soon as school ended but you also had to study like crazy once your shift was over. Even after you took on his offer of being his sugar baby, you still worked hard to maintain your scholarship and pay for your best friend Lisa’s rent. Plus, you always spent time with him whenever you had a free day which wasn’t required but it made him happy. 
None of his past sugar babies were that caring, they just only wanted him for the money and genuinely didn’t care about him. He didn’t require them to keep him company or be in a relationship, hell he even was aware of the relationships they had with other people. He didn’t expect you to date him either because of the age gap between the two of you shared. He was 29 and you were only 19, in your second year of college. But you decided to be his girlfriend because you really liked him regardless of the money and because of that, he always had a special place in his heart for you. 
What’s the point of buying all these clothes when he’s just going to rip them off of you?, he thought as he watched you shift through the neat piles of skirts. Another reason why he has a favoritism towards you was that you were just the best with him in bed. Some days you’ll be obedient and he’ll be caring with you but on other days, you’ll put on a bratty front and he’ll simply fuck it out of you with extra care at the end. He assumes that today will be the latter because of your spoiled attitude right now.
“Y/N honey, I don’t think you’re going to buy anything here so let’s go home now-” Taehyung said, walking over towards you but you brushed him off.
“Just wait for 5 minutes. I wanna see if this’ll look good on me,” you protested.
“It’ll always look good on you. Besides, don’t you have that same dress but in pink?” “I want the black one now, it’s for a party I’m going later on.” 
“A party? How come you didn’t let me know before?” You were absolutely perfect in Taehyung’s eyes but a thing that he wasn’t really fond of was him knowing of your plans last-minute. Most of the time it was an accident because you tend to forget things easily but for some reason, it sounded like you didn’t want to tell him earlier. 
“Because it’s none of your business. Ugh, there’s nothing good here so I guess I’m going to get this one. Daddy, can I have your credit card?” you grumbled, putting back the pile of clothes that were laying on your arm while the other was texting your friend Lisa. 
“Your business is mine because I also have to keep you safe from anything bad that could happen to you. Where is the party?” “At the club of course! Come on Taehyung, who wouldn’t have a party at a club?” “It’s with Lisa, right?” “Why do you care so much, you’ve met her before! She’s literally my best friend and of course I have to go. Just give me your credit card al-”
“Put the dress down. I’m not buying you anything today because of the attitude you just showed me,” he said darkly, trying to get you to listen to him.
“Why not? What did I do wrong?” 
“I think I already spent too much on you because now you’re acting like a spoiled little girl,” he growled softly above your ear, his aura overtaking you and making your heart race. 
“But...but, I want this one!” you whined, giving him your best pout and stomping your feet like a little toddler. Taehyung laughed at your childish behavior but his decision still remained firm. 
“Please Daddy? Please, please, please!”
“No means no. There’s nothing you can do to change my mind.” 
“It’s not even that expensive!”
“Y/N, the money isn’t the problem for me. It’s the way you’re speaking to me.”
“Daddy, you said that you’ll buy me anything right? You love me right? Do you not love me anymore? Am I not your favorite?” you pulled the last-attempt lines that typically got Taehyung to do whatever you want. You knew in your heart that he’ll only love you and he blatantly shows his favoritism for you but those words always got him to give in and buy the item.
Taehyung’s expression shifted from softening his stance and debating to giving in before deciding to not settle down to you. It was so close before he surrendered and spent even more money on you. He already loved you since you were his only sugar baby right now and he’s sure you know it too but this time, he’s not going to lose to your charms.
“I’ve already bought you so much stuff, is that not enough for my bratty little baby?” he asked coldly, pulling a card that you’ve never heard before. He’s never called you a brat outright but the degrading name made your stomach turn and a whimper come out of your mouth. “Does she want more?” 
“I-I-” “Are you a little brat who likes to be spoiled with Daddy’s money?” 
You felt cool sweat dripping down your forehead as you tried to think of a comeback that could match him but most of your previous ones won’t work on him. All you could think of is…
“Yes I am, Daddy.”  That nearly sent Taehyung to the edge as he made you put back the dress, grabbed your hand, and walked you out of the mall and into his limo which still amazes you to this day. The chauffeur didn’t even need to interact with you two as he pulled up the golden partition, giving you alone time with him. 
“You used to be such a good little girl but now your behavior has gotten worse. It’s such a shame that I have to punish you on the night before your best friend’s party. I would’ve let you go if you told me before but I don’t think that’s an option, especially for what I’m about to do to you when we get home. Besides, we haven’t had sex together in a while now; wouldn’t you have much more fun playing with me than going to a normal party?” he whispered darkly, his hand slowly creeping up your thigh as your face started to blush. 
Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that you were the same girl a couple of months ago when he first met you. He remembered the first time he took you to a high-end clothing store, the look on your face when you read the price tag and the way you puffed up in anger when he swiped his credit card on an expensive dress that’ll absolutely look stunning on you. 
Now after getting used to buying more items, you took a full 180 on your personality which led you to be the girl you were now. But even though you showed a bratty and whiny facade, he still knew you kept your hard-working and kind heart because it was a part of you that never went away. Alongside your submission to him. 
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you whimpered, his fingers lightly grazing the front of your pussy and feeling the embarrassing wet patch on your panties from your arousal.
“Are you enjoying this? Did you want this all along? Are you acting up like a bad girl because you want me to dom you?” he chuckled, his warm mouth leaving hickeys along the side of your neck and pushing his fingers past your underwear and into your core.
“I...I…” you were breathless, already squirming from his touch and worrying that the chauffeur could hear you. Although there were times when the both of you had no shame in his car, for some reason it was humiliating for him to hear you wrecked like this. 
“Huh, are you worried that he might hear you? Do you want him to hear you fucked out against my fingers like a little slut?” 
“Oh, uh…” you let out a quiet whimper as you try to cover your noises with your sweater sleeve. Taehyung smirked at how weak you looked as he started to pump his digits in and out of you, the action making squelching noises and the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit. You were absolutely dripping onto his fingers and your panties as muffled sounds were slipping out of your lips. 
“Naughty girl,” he tsked as the limo came to a halt in presumably the front of his mansion and he pulled his hand out of your core, licking the excess liquids. You whined at the dirty action and the loss of contact as the chauffeur turned off the engine and exited the driver’s seat to open your door.
“Thank you so much Michael,” Taehyung smiled as the door opened for the both of you to get out. He was acting like he didn’t make you hot and bothered earlier ago while you already looked flustered and out of breath. You knew that he’s absolutely going to snap once the two of you are behind closed doors but you weren’t worried at all. Rather, you were proud of yourself for bringing him to that point because you really enjoyed getting punished by him.
“Strip off your clothes baby girl. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Taehyung says darkly once you get inside his master bedroom. You gaped at him, suddenly feeling shy about yourself. 
“Wh-what?” “You should’ve got it the first time. Take off your clothes, missy.”
Even though you were in trouble with him, you still didn’t want to back down to him completely yet so you decided to give him an eye roll and a dramatic groan. 
“It’s no use being a brat to me now, rather it’ll just make your punishment worse. I’m saying this for the final time Y/N, strip. Now,” he snarled, his darkened eyes burning daggers into you as he eyed you expectantly. 
At this point, there was no use in arguing with him so you huffed and gave in to his demand. You pulled off your sweater and bra, leaving you in just your skirt, thigh-highs, and panties. 
“Take off your panties, I just want to see you in your skirt and stockings,” Taehyung demanded, waiting for you to finish. You were surprised he didn’t want you to take off all your clothes but he always loved seeing you in a skirt due to your tendency to wear them often. You slipped off your undies and tossed them in the side, leaving you in the thigh-highs and the skirt that barely left any room to hide yourself. 
“Fuck,” he hissed, his bulging hard dick sticking out against his jeans as he manhandled you onto the edge of his bed, the curve of your ass sticking out. You could feel him grind onto you roughly, making you crave more of him. “You’re such a bad little girl, I’m not going to go easy on you.” “Well, bring it on,” you jeered, facing him and trying to rile him up even more. Your statement lit a fire in him because he pushed you down on the bed and immediately attached his lip onto yours in a hungry kiss. You tried to kiss back but his pace was too rough and fast as he slipped his tongue inside yours to assert his dominance. 
He broke off from the kiss and went down to your chest, kissing and sucking on your hardened nipple, even nibbling on them. The other one was taken care of by his long fingers, tugging on them and sending sparks of pain whenever he tugged them sharply. You let out a high-pitched moan as he typically never paid that much attention to your boobs. 
Being the little shit he was, he decided to become more aggressive once he switched treatments on both nipples. In one, he was biting and sucking on it harshly with his teeth while the other was being flicked and pinched with his fingers. After hearing your mewls and whines, he decided to tug it upwards which created an electrifying shock towards you. 
“Ahh! What-oh-oh my god!” you cried as your body tried to calm itself down from the pain while Taehyung watched your boob snap back into place with an evil smirk plastered on his face.
“Aww, does the little baby not like that? Does it hurt?” he mocked and you nodded, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. “Too bad, little whore. It’s what you deserve after you acted like a dumb little bitch who’s only good for taking in dick.” 
You gasped to yourself at the degrading terms, surprised at yourself for hearing him calling you that for the first time and how much you like that. Taehyung could tell as well because of the way your slick is coming down rapidly from your thighs. 
“Does the stupid little girl like that? Do you like getting treated as just a dirty little cockwhore for me to use?” he asked, pulling up your skirt and making kitten licks on top of your pussy to tease you. 
You bucked your hips up higher for him to keep going: both the degradation and him eating you out. Taehyung’s tongue always felt so good on you and the way he was staring at you could nearly make you cum right now. 
“Yeah, you enjoy it so much huh? Being treated like a dumb baby who’s only good at making Daddy feel good? Do you want me to make you feel good? Does your little hole want to be filled up with my cock?”
“Yes,” you whined, thrashing against his face as the ache’s gotten worse for you. At this point, you wanted anything from him just so the burning sensation could feel better. 
“Such a little slut. Always desperate for Daddy’s cock,” he shook his head as he licked a stripe of your core before turning you on your hands and knees, your ass in full display. 
“Wh-what are you going to do?” you whispered, thinking of the times he’s gotten you in this position when you were in trouble with him. Most likely it’s going to be a spanking so you internally braced yourself for the impact. 
“I’m going to do something different,” he replied, pulling up your skirt so your puckered hole was on display. He rubs a finger to prod your entrance, collecting the slick that was forming there. “We haven’t done anal before, have we?” 
You shook your head, your heart racing on what he’s going to do with you. For some reason, it made you nervous as it was something that you’ve never done before and you’ve heard so much stuff about it from your friends and the magazines. 
“Shh, don’t be nervous, it’ll be okay. You’ll be my good girl and take it, right?” Taehyung comforts you, kissing the back of your neck to calm you down and massaging your butt. You nodded, swallowing the lump down your throat to prepare yourself. 
“I-I can do it,” you tried to say confidently, taking deep breaths. 
“I know you can, you’re such an obedient little baby...some of the time,” he cooed, prodding your asshole with his thumb to try to get you used to the feeling and using your wetness as lube. 
“Hey, what do you mean some of the time?” you barked, turning your head back to face him as a shit-eating grin was plastered on his face and his eyes darkened in lust. Apparently, his statement was supposed to distract you as he started to insert the first half of his thumb into your hole. “Daddy, what the fuck-” “Shh, relax baby,” he said in a soothing tone, feeling your walls clench around his digit tightly. 
“Oh, okay,” you nodded and tried to calm yourself down as you took a deep breath and felt Taehyung’s thumb slowly starting to enter deeper inside of you, your walls trying to accommodate the stretch. 
“You’re doing so good, taking Daddy’s thumb like such a good girl,” he praised softly, the compliment sending butterflies in your chest and making your face heating up even more. “It’s only a little bit left, you can do it baby.” 
By now, you were a moaning and whining mess as you tried to stuff yourself into the pillows due to the embarrassing sounds you were making. You feel so full already and Taehyung wasn’t helping as he’s bringing his hand to the front of your pussy, flicking your clit. 
“Such a sweet girl, you took all of my thumb,” he said with admirement, feeling the way your walls flutter around his finger tightly. The thought of you like this, all whiny and helpless under him while he takes you from behind, entered his mind and he let out a growl from the chance that he can make that thought into a reality.
All of a sudden, he pulled his thumb out of your hole, making you groan with disappointment as you were getting used to it inside you, before plunging his long pointer finger inside. You started to let out even more whines as you started to feel overwhelmed with the pleasure, both from the front and behind. 
Taehyung added his middle finger and thrusted them in and out, quickening the pace while deciding to stick another one in, making you feel even more full than before. Your body started to tremble as you tried to keep up with him and steady yourself due to the rate he was going at. 
“Jesus, have you gotten tighter than before?” he muttered, spreading your walls apart and making scissoring motions in an attempt to go deeper and stretching you out as much as possible so that you’re ready to take his dick later. Speaking of which, he felt himself grow harder with every little movement and sound you make, your cute noises boosting up his ego and turning him on.
You looked absolutely wrecked, the side of your face sprawled onto the pillows as your eyes were closed shut, mouth was open into a moan with drool slowly dripping down the corner of your lips, and your pretty ass sticking out for him as you started to grind on his hand, wanting to feel more. 
“You’re enjoying this too much aren’t you, you bad little girl,” he tsked, fingering your hole harder and shoving his pinky inside. With practically all of his long digits inside, it hits every corner of your walls and gives you shocks of pleasure with every thrust which is leading you to your orgasmt. “Do you want my dick inside you, huh?” Your high-pitched squeals of need and you grinding your ass back to feel his hardened dick and chasing your high gave him the answer he needed. “You just want your little holes to be filled up, isn’t that right? Too bad.” All of a sudden, he immediately removed his hands and turned you back on your front, your legs sprawled out for him and your face contorting into a whine from the lack of contact. 
“Why-why did you stop?” you panted, sweat dripping down your forehead as he was hitting every single part of you but ended it without any warning and leaving you dry. 
“Because my little princess is still a bad little slut. Don’t worry though, maybe if you feed Daddy with your cute pussy, I’ll forgive you,” he replied as he licked a stripe up your cunt and made your body tremble from his dirty words. As he started to eat you out, you made eye contact with him and compared to his softer gaze, his naturally brown eyes are absolutely dark from lust which made him look intimidating. To tease you even more, he gave you a seductive wink and you felt yourself turn into putty as you let him do whatever he wants with you. 
“D-daddy..” You were at a loss for words due to the bliss you were in. Taehyung was eating you out completely, kissing your clit, and humming occasionally to send vibrations throughout your sensitive core. His tongue was deep inside your entrance and his fingers were added as well to try to find your g-spot. 
At this moment it was like you were in another world with your mind becoming absolutely blank and only focusing on him and your eyes nearly seeing stars. The noises inside the bedroom were extremely lewd, the squelching of your pussy as Taehyung eats you out and the whimpers and moans that are coming out of your mouth.
“Filthy little fuckslut,” he sighed, lapping at your clit and swirling it around between his tongue. When he lightly grazed on it with his teeth, the volume of your whines were even louder than before and you were ten seconds away from releasing. 
“Does my angel want to come now? Is she going to release her sweet juices on my tongue?” he asked, staring at your fucked out face from below while thrusting his tongue muscle in and out. 
“Mmh-” you whined, the familiar feeling that arises when you feel like releasing slowly taking over you as the rest of your body keeps writhing and twitching from the ministrations that Taehyung was doing to you. 
“Pretty little baby,” he cooed, watching you starting to tremble as your orgasm was near. That sets off a reaction in your stomach because all of a sudden, you see your vision going blank and full of stars as you release all of your liquids on him.  
It was like you had just dropped down from a roller coaster as you were still trying to come down from your high but it seems like it hasn’t stopped since more liquids were dripping down and soaking the bed sheets. 
Taehyung looked at you in awe as some of it were splattered onto his face and surprisingly, your orgasm seemed more intense than before and you were squirting intensely onto his bed. He licked off some of your juices that were onto him before giving a final kiss on top of your cunt as he watches you slowly regain consciousness. 
“Huh, what- oh shit, I’m so sorry,” you babbled, realizing what just happened and feeling completely embarrassed. Taehyung had no shame regarding what you two do in bed but it was still humiliating that you absolutely drenched his bed due to how good he was. “No no, it’s okay, besides it was really hot,” he smiled, trying to assure you that everything was fine. You rolled his eyes at his lewd remark as you slightly punched his shoulder, his comment definitely not helping. 
“Are you still mad at me?” you asked quietly.
“Of course not, you know I can never get mad at you. But that doesn’t mean I’m not done with you because I still haven’t fucked you yet,” he replied as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, giving you a mini strip-show. 
Taehyung was a very attractive man and today it was evident as he kept staring straight at your face while taking off every piece of clothing on him. His honey skin was reflected against the late afternoon sun, causing it to glow like he was some god that came out of the sky. Although he wasn’t the most muscular, you were more than fine with how he looked because a man like him could have any girl in the world and he chose you. 
“Why are you taking so long?” you whined as he slowly unbuckled his black jeans. You could see his hardened dick begging to be set free and knowing how good it looked and felt made you absolutely on your nerves as you impatiently kicked your feet immaturely. 
“Patience, little girl,” he chided softly as he was now stripped down to his grey Calvin Kleins, palming his big bulge on top of his boxers. “Do you wanna take it off for me?” You nodded rapidly, crawling over to him and pulling down the restricting material. As soon as they were gone, his long and thick cock stood up instantly. Your mouth immediately watered at the sight of it with precum oozing out of the angry head. Honestly, his dick intimidated you due to how big it was and if it’s ever going to fit you despite sleeping together with him multiple times. 
“Daddy…” you whispered as he pumped his length to let the precum slick it well. His hands were normally really big but for some reason, they looked small when they’re wrapped around his dick. 
“What’s wrong, are you scared?” he teased lightly, a playful grin stuck on his face as he hovers above you to insert it in. 
“N-no, I’m ready,” you said confidently as he aligns himself above your entrance, the tip of his dick slightly grazing your folds. 
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, immediately pushing himself in inch by inch, hitting all of your nerves and filling you up to the brim. You dig your nails behind his back to try to steady yourself as he seems to be going deeper than before, feeling him hit your g-spot and other nerves that weren’t explored before. 
“A-ah, shit it feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so warm and tight for me, holy fucking hell, you like that baby? Like my big fucking cock inside your tiny little pussy?” he grunts, rolling his eyes back as soon as his whole dick was inside you. You mewled pathetically, not being able to find words of how you’re feeling. 
Taehyung took your noises as a sign for him to keep going harder and faster. Although you were just getting used to his veiny and lengthy dick burning your cunt, it wasn’t for long as he started to take his dick out so only the tip was above you and slamming it back in. You squealed at the sudden fast pace, his dick pounding into you deeper and harder. 
He snapped his hips harder and started to thrust even faster, making you feel delirious and out of breath. The pleasure was overwhelming due to how well and often he was hitting that spot that always made you weak and his deep moans and grunts were turning you on. Your eyes were glossy due to the tears that were slipping out from the euphoria you were in and the way your cute eyes stared at him from below only turned him on even more, fucking you as hard and fast as he can. 
“Aww, is my little fucktoy crying? Is it too much for you, huh? Is it too overwhelming for my little baby?” he mocked once he saw your face, thrusting at an inhumane pace. You whimpered at the degradation with glossy eyes, which only set Taehyung off even more. 
“Fucking shit, the things you do to me little girl. Daddy’s hitting it so hard and fast, right? You could feel Daddy’s dick deep in your stomach?” With that being said, he palmed the bottom of your stomach and sure enough you could feel the presence of his bulge in there. 
“I-I- oh fuck, y-yeah, faster,” you stammered, embarrassed at yourself for not being able to form coherent sentences but at the pace Taehyung was going at, it was pretty useless to. 
“Stupid little baby, only good for letting me use her tight and tiny little pussy, my stupid little doll,” he cooed while kissing your cheek affectionately, the soft action mixed with the degradation making your pussy flutter around his cock tightly. 
At this point, you were ten seconds near your orgasm due to how well he was making you feel. The familiar knot that signals if you’re about to cum is near and the volume of your noises has risen, filling the rooms with your high-pitched squeals and whimpers. 
“Is my baby going to cum soon now? Do you wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?” Taehyung asked in his raspy voice above your ear, fucking you against your g-spot. 
His words sent off a reaction in you that leads you to your high. You screamed out his name and released every single one of your juices on his dick, your body trembling due to the impact. Taehyung gasps as he couldn’t move due to how tight you were squeezing his dick due to your orgasm. 
“Fucking shit, that’s a good girl,” he sighed, watching you slowly try to come down from your climax. For some reason, that just made him ten times harder and wanting to cum as soon as possible. 
You were in a state of euphoria, your vision being blackened out and your senses not thinking straight. As soon as you slowly started to regain consciousness, you found yourself in Taehyung’s close embrace as he started to speed up. 
“Shh, shh, baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s here,” he said softly, kissing you with love as you started to whine from the overstimulation as Taehyung was continuing to fuck inside you to reach his own high. “Can you hold on for Daddy, please?” You nodded slowly, feeling a bit bad about cumming before him. Although it slightly burned since you were sensitive from your own orgasm, you decided to keep it to yourself just to let him climax.
“You’re such a sweet little girl, my good baby,” he grunts as he started to slow down and his thrusts became sloppier since he was getting close to his orgasm. You let out a cute whine and that’s what it took for Taehyung to release. 
With a low guttural groan, you felt his dick inflate inside of you and shoot out loads of his cum. He slowly started to pull himself out of you while he was still releasing, making his seed spill out of you while the rest was stuffed inside of your cunt. He stroked his now sensitive dick to make each last drop land onto your cunt before flopping down next to you out of breath. 
“You did so well baby, I love you so much,” he whispered cutely, showing his adorable box smile which made your heart swell while stuffing the remaining cum that was slowly starting to drip out inside of your battered cunt. 
“I love you too,” you croacked back, trying to calm yourself down from the two intense orgasms you had and the overstimulation. 
“I’m sorry, I must’ve gone too hard on you,” he started to apologize but you immediately stopped him.
“N-no, I’m completely fine. You did really well too,” you smile, hugging him tightly. 
“You’re always so sweet but first let me take care of you, okay?” he grinned back, stepping out of the bed and into the bathroom to put on some clothes and clean you up. As soon as he came back, he handed you an oversized shirt and had a washcloth in his hand to clean up your thighs and core. 
“Do you mind if I put you down for a bit? I’m going to clean the sheets,” he asked, carrying you onto a nearby chair and changing the sheets. Soon, the bed was back to normal and you two decided to sleep in.
“I’m sorry for acting like a brat,” you said amongst his broad chest as you were snuggled up against him.
“No, it’s okay. You’re still a good girl no matter what,” he reassured you, kissing the top of your head and looking out into the window. The sky has turned into a pitch-black with stars scattered in different areas like a painting. “I’m sorry that you’ll have to miss Lisa’s party. I guess it must be starting soon.’’ “Taehyung, don’t apologize for that. Besides, I’d rather hang out with you than go to a party. It’s okay, she’ll understand,” you said, brushing off his apologies. Of course you would like to hang out with your friend but being with him made you feel like the happiest girl in the world. 
“You’re so cute, like a tiny little baby,” he cooed, squishing your cheeks which made you immediately brush his hands off. Due to your age gap, he always found you cute because you were younger than him and treated you like a baby sometimes. It was endearing but sometimes it can be plain annoying. 
“Oh my god, you’re so annoying,” you grumbled, turning away from him and placing a pillow on your head to prevent him from bothering you any further. 
Taehyung laughed at your antics before slowly hugging you from behind and sleeping alongside you in that position. 
With the previous sugar babies he had, he wouldn’t be sleeping with them in this position or have so much love and care but you were different. You absolutely stole his heart and even though you have your bratty moments, you will always be his number one. 
a/n: damn this was filthy...but i hope the anons who requested this and y’all like it <3 
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peakyblindersxx · 4 years ago
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work for it - john shelby x reader
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a/n: i don't even know what to say here anymore other than that this is pure filth. hope you guys like it though!! the next fic i'm working on is a request i got for s1 domestic tommy :)
thanks to my babe @stxdyblr-2k for prereading ly 🥰
prompt: tommy shelby hires you to work for the shelby company. john has a problem with that.
warnings: nsfw!! smut, power play, slight degradation, john being cocky per usual
From the moment you had laid eyes on him when you stepped into the Shelby Company office, John Shelby had gone out of his way to get under your skin. Maybe it was the fact that, due to Polly’s urging, Tommy had hired you to fix the books, meaning spending a lot of time fixing John’s mistakes. Given, he didn’t make many, but you’d never give him the satisfaction of saying that.
It wasn’t often that Tommy brought on women, let alone women he wasn’t fucking. But you were special, Polly had argued. You were the only woman in London with a financial degree, let alone any college experience, and you came from Romani roots as well. It was as good as meant to be. You wouldn’t dare say it aloud, but both you and Tommy knew, you were grateful for the work. Being the lone educated woman in a sea of men meant that you were denied from many businesses, due to fear of backlash. It was all a bunch of sexist bullshit, in your opinion. And besides, you couldn’t pass up the deal he was offering. You liked Tommy. He didn’t talk down to you, as many of the other men you encountered did. So you said yes, agreeing to be in Birmingham by the week’s end.
You found a place to stay quite quickly, both Polly and Ada helping generously. It was nice to be with other women for once, as you lived alone. They both fussed about your new home, making sure you had everything you needed. You were moved in shortly, and Ada dragged you out night after night, showing you practically every bar in the damn city.
Now here you were, a pencil in between your teeth as you stared down at the various logs you had spread across your desk. You’d run into yet another problem, and you thought you’d figured out the problem. It was with one of John’s accounts, again. Fucking christ. You could already feel him scowling across the room at you from his office. John hated being corrected. He took everything you said personally, spitting it back at you with ferocity. You refused to back down, and a lot of the times it ended in you storming out in a fit of rage, the entire office pretending not to listen. It didn’t help that every curl of his lips, every jaded remark, went straight to your core. It wasn’t your fault that the middle Shelby was so god damn irresistible, towering over you with his broad shoulders practically bursting out of his fresh pressed suits, looking like a fucking king on his throne with a cigar dangling from his lips. You couldn’t help yourself, heart racing as soon as you even entered the same room as him. You were, for a lack of better words, royally fucked.
You sighed to yourself, fixing your white blouse and black pencil skirt before grabbing the files you needed, black kitten heels tapping against the wooden floor as you made your way to John’s office door, knocking lightly.
“Come in,” John replied as you swung the door open, his blue eyes lifting from the newspaper he was reading to meet yours. He took a sip from the cup of tea that he held, a pencil tucked behind his ear with his feet up on the desk.
“Fucking ‘ell, what is it this time,” John grumbled, setting his cup down and looking at you expectantly. “Well, have at it,” he said pointedly, his gaze searing into yours.
You rolled your eyes. “S’not like I want to be hanging out with you all day,” you snapped back, laying the logs out on his desk, the smell of his sweet cologne filling your nose. Get it together, Y/N, you thought to yourself. You pointed to the discrepancies that you circled in pencil.
“See, you wrote 50, but I’m pretty sure you meant 500, because the total for the day was about 450 pounds short,” you explained, leaning over the desk. You could feel John’s eyes on you, and you shivered, focusing your attention on the books.
“Yeah, whatever. Just fucking fix it,” John replied dismissively. You could feel your heart start to beat harder in your chest, cheeks flushing with rage as you stood.
“Fuck is wrong with you, Shelby. I’m just trying to help,” you fumed, turning towards the door to leave. Before you could take a step, John had you pressed up against his desk, his lips only inches from yours, the warmth of his body against you radiating through the clothes you had on. You could feel every move of his muscles, and it was intoxicating. “Yeah, sure you are, coming in here every goddamn every day tellin’ me I’m wrong with those short fucking skirts, makin’ me wanna take you right there. God, you’re fucking insufferable, aren’t ya?” John seethed, yet the words went straight to your soaked cunt.
“And what the fuck are you gonna do about it, huh?” The challenge left your mouth before you could process it. Before you could even attempt to take it back, John’s lips were claiming yours in a rough kiss as he backed you onto the desk, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. You hated how you melted into his touch, letting him take control almost immediately. It seemed John needed this as much as you did, the way he nipped at your bottom lip for entrance. He broke the kiss only to rid you of your clothing, eyes darkening at the sight of your nipples hardening as the cool air rushed over them. He pinched one between his fingers, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth as he grinned.
“Look at you now,” John taunted, sending shivers down your spine. “Not so mouthy anymore, aye?” You glared at him, unable to form a witty response as he slipped a finger inside of you, thumb toying with your clit.
“Please,” you appealed, unable to hold back from fucking yourself on his fingers as he joined the first with another, the expression on your face changing from irritation to want.
“Fuckin’ desperate for it, aren’t ya?” John chuckled, pressing his fingertips against your g-spot as he watched you squirm underneath him. He fucking loved how needy you were for him, how you arched your back and cried out as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. As abruptly as he had started, John stopped.
“Couldn’t let you come that easily, darlin’. Got to make you work for it, hm?” He grunted, sitting back in his leather chair, cock standing at attention. “Get over here and ride me, sweetheart.”
You couldn’t say no to John even if you wanted to, the ache between your legs begging to be relieved by him and only him. You wasted no time in sitting yourself on top of him, his hands gripping your waist as you slid him inside of you, the metal of his rings cool against your skin.
“Fuckin’ christ,” John groaned as you slid up and down on his cock, your wet heat clenching around him as he grazed against your g-spot. You couldn’t help the moans falling from your lips as you rode him, undulating your hips against him. He took advantage of the position he was in, using his hands on your waist to help you bounce up and down. John couldn’t help himself anymore, standing and lifting you up only to set you down on his desk, ramming his cock inside you, causing your head to fall back against the wood. It was sinful, the noises you were making as you gripped the desk for leverage.
“Wanted my cock so bad, you had to come in here and bother me for it, huh?” John growled. “Hoping I’d take you on my desk just like this?”
“Y-yes sir,” To John’s satisfaction, you replied, nodding, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging slightly open as he somehow managed to increase his pace. You could barely even think as he continued his assault on your g-spot, sending white spots across your vision. “Want you to come inside me,” you managed to moan, half-lidded eyes meeting John’s dilated ones.
You were so fucking pretty begging for him, he couldn’t help but give you what you wanted, John thought to himself, before fucking you as hard as he could. At this point, you were practically screaming his name, eyes rolling back in your head as you came over and over. He savored each orgasm, feeling your cunt squeeze tightly around his cock before he finally released inside of you, groaning at the image of his seed spilling out of you. He couldn’t help but slip a finger inside, chuckling at the desperate whimper you made in response.
“So fucking good for me, sweetheart,” John praised, sending a blush across your face. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you cleaned up. Might have to get you dirty again later, though.”
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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years ago
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•Porcelain Obsession•
Summary: Tamaki has a problem, a bad problem. He's obsessed, he's desperate, and he'll do whatever it takes to have you the way he wants you.
Pairing: Pro Hero Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (both 18+)
Warnings: Yandere, stalking, noncon voyeurism, mild manipulation and sabotage, mild coercive behavior, male masturbation, panty theft, male ejaculation, cum eating. It's just real graphic, strap in.
A/N: I am hopeless, this will have a second part that will be so much more sinful with gratuitous tentacle content. Just tagged those that interacted with the posted about this fic as usual. This little series was inspire by a tiktok I saw, and I'm literally writing it for the sake of putting one zinger of line in it lol.
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Word Count: 4,184
Part Two: Love Me Tender
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Stunning, astounding, enchanting. You're an angel, you have to be. That's the only explanation for the way you shine, surrounded by some ethereal glow.
Tamaki Amajiki has a problem. No, it's not a problem, it's completely normal to fall in love, he's under a spell. He can't be blamed for it, he never stood a chance. Although, most people would call this a problem, but only people who don't understand.
An ignorant person would have seen him watching you from around the corner for weeks, following you to your house after work under the cover of darkness, and finally, finally getting a glance into your window at night and label him as obsessed or disturbed. He should have felt dirty for that, but he didn't, not even close. He felt almost holy.
He felt like some chosen follower that was allowed to witness a sacred ritual. He watched you all evening with immeasurable reverence. He took note of the way you ate, how intently you read, but his favorite part was watching you settle into your bed and fall asleep.
As soon as he saw it the first time, it became an addiction. Watching your body curl around your pillow, clutching the fabric as you snuggled into it. How sweet you looked, so soft, so innocent. It made his chest ache, it made him feel starved. He had to have you, smell you, feel you.
That was nearly three months ago. Now, he watches you every chance he gets. The days he doesn't get to, he feels like a pitiful addict going through withdrawal. He has to at least speak with you, know your voice, see your skin up close.
During his patrol around the city he comes to the conclusion that it has to be today. He feels like he's losing breath without knowing you, captured by your existence but suffocated by the distance. He will have you, he will do whatever it takes.
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At your age, you should at least have a friend or two, maybe go out on friday, possibly even work another job. None of that ever seems worth it, not worth the time or the money or the effort to pretend you enjoy it. Here you stay, stuck somewhere in between discontent for your situation and the refusal to do anything about it.
You only have a half hour left of your shift, everyone else has gone home and you’ve been left to do dishes and lock up, as usual. You huff and puff around the shop as you complete the final closing tasks. Anybody else could have stayed and closed, they probably should have too, considering how often you shut down by yourself so they can all go home.
Naturally, you jumped at the opportunity to stay late, where else are you going to go? Certainly not on a date or out with friends. You feel slightly better about making money while you burn the hours away, so you always end up here.
The sun has set already, leaving the illumination of the shop to the awful fluorescent lights that hang from the ceiling. It’s all so mundane, so simple, so dreadfully boring.
Then the bell above the door jingles.
You roll your eyes and throw your rag into the sink, the sign says closed. Why don’t people read? You huff out of the kitchen and into the serving area.
“Hey, sorry but we’re closed right now, we open again tomorrow-” You freeze, it can’t be him, it has to be some cosplayer, some wannabe.
“I’m sorry, I just- my phone died while I was on patrol and I needed to call my boss to let them know I was finished for the day. I was hoping there would be a phone in here that I could use.” His voice is so timid, so unsteady. It doesn’t sound anything like you would imagine the voice of a pro hero to sound.
You try to stay uninvolved with any hero business, all of the flashy quirks and the gossip and the drama. The theater of it bores you to tears, and you lack respect for anyone that uses their ability to save lives as a tool for gaining popularity. You find most heroes to be so incredibly irritating. Most of them, except one.
Suneater, the emerging pro hero that has been the focus of all of your thoughts lately. You've only seen glimpses of him in the news, seen his face on the back page of a magazine, or heard his name from other people. Any evidence of his existence rapidly became precious to you. You are not some hopeless fangirl, you do not collect merchandise or follow him around and beg for autographs.
You admire him, his subtlety, how genuinely different he is from all the other heroes. He isn’t some attention whore, he isn’t some pretty boy that’s always posing for fan service. His quirk is so unique and powerful, unparalleled by any hero on the charts right now. He’s a real hero, and so much of you wanted him to be your hero.
There he stands, right in front of you, in your shop, asking you for help. He’s far more beautiful than you could have possibly anticipated. He’s all porcelain skin and inky hair, deep indigo eyes pear out from under his magnificent hood. He stands so tall, yet comes across so reserved. He’s spectacular, he’s an angel, he has to be.
“Of- of course, it’s in the back, follow me.” You say, motioning for him to come around the corner with you as you tuck back into the kitchen.
“Thank you, this is very kind of you.” He says as he follows, cape swishing behind him as he moves. You don’t know, you can’t possibly know, how badly he wants to take you into his arms and finally know what your body feels like against his, how he wants to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent. If he could get away with it, he would, oh how he would feel every inch of you. He can’t though, not yet. He has to be careful, he has to be smart.
I will have her, and she’ll have me.
“It’s no problem, it sucks to be stuck without a phone. I’m happy to help.” You say as you round the corner to your shop’s makeshift break room.
It’s not even a room really, just a corner tucked away with a phone on the wall and a few chairs around a cheap foldable table.
You turn to him and motion to the phone awkwardly, heat settling in your chest and all over your skin. Your heart races and you can feel your palms turning wet.
“Take as much time as you need, did you uh- are you hungry?” You ask, “I’m technically closed, but I can only imagine how hungry you are after a whole day patrolling, I could throw something together for you?”
God, you’re so sweet.
“Oh no, you d-don’t need to do that, I can eat at home.” He insists, your mind fixates on the way he stutters, the way his eyes dart down and his feet shift as he talks.
“I would like to. Please? If you’ll let me?” You say softly, heart pounding even faster when he shifts towards you slightly.
How perfect you are, already asking for permission…
“Are you sure, I really don’t want to create more work for you.” He says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze makes it hard to swallow, he looks at you so intently, you almost feel like you don’t have enough clothing on.
“No! I promise you won’t be. You’d also be missing out on the best takoyaki around if you didn’t let me, and that would be a tragedy.” You say, trying to entice him with your bold claim.
“Well I g-guess, if you put it that way.” He offers you a trace of a smile.
“I’ll get started while you make your call.” You say as you move to squeeze past him in the narrow hall. As you slide by, there’s a brief, precious moment where you stand inches from each other. You don’t dare look up at him as you skate by, You know your legs will fail you if you meet his eyes while standing so close, and you can’t risk the embarrassment of dropping to your knees in front of a stranger, even if he is a hero,
He doesn’t say a word, simple stalks towards the phone as you glide down the rest of the hallway and into the kitchen.
You slip into autopilot in the kitchen, your brain is far too fixated on the fact that Suneater is down the hall, in your shop, using your phone. You clink around some pans, prepare the octopus meat and the batter and get to work. You can’t overhear him talking to anyone with all the noise you’re making, you almost want to apologize for being so noisy.
Your mind settles on thinking about how beautiful he is, how strong he looks, how easily he could overpower anyone… especially you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, it shouldn’t, but holy hell it does.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him come into the kitchen, you immediately start to berate yourself for thinking that way about him. He’s a hero, he would never be interested in something like that with someone like you.
“I think the phone is down, do you maybe have a- a cell phone i could use?” He seems almost ashamed of the question, it makes your chest ache.
“Shit, that line is always being funny. I’m sorry, but I left my cell this morning.” You say, flipping the takoyaki around in their tray so they’ll cook evenly.
“I live just across the street though, I can run and grab it while you eat.” You say, desperate to help him in any way you can.
I know you’re just across the street.
He just shakes his head and bunches his cape in his fists, a very faint blush spreads across his cheeks and it makes your heart do summersaults.
“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing t-too much for me. You don’t need to make the extra t-trip, I can just call my boss when I’m home”
“Really, it’s not too much, if you’re worried about the extra trip you can just walk me home and use it when we get there. I imagine you would need to call as quickly as possible and get somebody on patrol now that you’re off.” You say, catching yourself a little when you sound too desperate.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable?” As he talks, he shuffles so he can press himself up into the corner of the kitchen, almost looking like he wants to melt into the wall.
“Well, considering your occupation is literally saving people, I definitely don’t feel uncomfortable, it’s not like you’re some crazy kidnapper.” You chuckle a little as you plate up the takoyaki. You try not to give attention to the twisted thoughts that enter your mind when you mention the kidnapping, pushing down the desire to be taken away from the colorless life you live.
If you only knew how badly I want to take you, to have you, keep you…
“I guess you have a p-point.” He says, taking the plate with a soft thank you. He starts stuffing his face with the spheres of breaded octopus immediately, letting a small content sigh leave his body.
“This is incredible, thank you, um, can I ask what your n-name is?” That damn stutter is going to turn your bones to jelly.
You say your name quietly, he responds by repeating it back to you, like he’s checking the pronunciation. You just nod as you open the fridge and pull out a gallon of green tea so you can pour him a glass.
“T-Tamaki, my name’s Tamaki Amajiki.” He says with his shy voice.
A warm, invasive feeling spreads through you. You have to remain calm, pretend that his real name is news to you, pretend that you haven’t spent hours searching through fanfictions listed under that name.
You chat as he finishes his food, thanking him as he mumbles compliments about you cooking in between bites. It doesn’t take long for him to take down the plate. He thanks you over and over as you clean the rest up. He stays glued to his spot in the corner until you take your apron off and hang it on the rack with the others.
“Alright, let’s get you to that phone.” You say as you grab your keys off the hook and switch the lights off.
When you turn to look at him the breath is stolen from your lungs immediately. He looks so celestial in the dark, somehow glowing in the dark. He’s stunning, he’s perfect, he’s painfully out of your league. You remind yourself of that last fact in order to still your nerves.
You turn on your heels and walk towards the door as quickly as you can without seeming rushed. He follows silently, the heavy sound of his thick cloak floating around him makes the hair on your neck stand up. He even sounds powerful.
After you exit the building, he stands with his back to you as you lock the door. His stance is protective, surveying the streets around you like a real hero. You can’t let it go to your head, it’s not for you specifically, he would do this for anyone, it’s his job.
The walk to your house isn’t really uncomfortable, but it is tense. The energy between you is painfully obvious, just not to each other. You both want to speak, ask about each other, know each other, but neither has the guts to make the first move.
While you walk, Tamaki’s head is constantly on a swivel, and he stays so very close to you. It makes your chest ache, the feeling of being so safe next to such an intimidating man. Nobody would dare approach you with him next to you. You would damn near kill to have this all the time, if not all the time at least as often as possible.
You arrive at your house after not even two minutes of tension filled strolling. Silently, cautiously, you both enter your home after you unlock the door.
"It's so cozy." Tamaki says immediately upon seeing all of the soft lights and pastels that make up your decor. He’s nearly trembling with excitement from finally being able to see inside your little world. After watching from the outside for so long, he can finally learn more about you.
"Oh, thanks, I try to keep it soft looking in here. It helps me decompress after a day at a busy restaurant." You explain, setting your keys in their dish before leading him down the hallway to the kitchen.
The house is nothing special, a simple little single bedroom, one story with a relatively open floor plan. It’s small but easy to afford and keep clean. It works for you.
“I’ll go grab the phone from my room, feel free to sit down.” You say, gesturing at the two chairs on either side of your tiny breakfast nook.
He just nods quietly, taking small glances around the rest of your house. You find his hypervigilance charming. It makes you feel incredibly secure to know he’s so aware of his surroundings.
You walk off to your bedroom then, leaving him to stand in your dimly lit kitchen.
Instantly, his eyes zero in on the laundry basket full of clothes that’s sitting on your counter. His body moves without his mind’s permission, his heart thrums in his chest once he catches something pink and lacy.
He can’t help but think you’ve done it on purpose, like you’re some spider sitting up in your web waiting for a poor little bug to stumble along and get all caught up. He’s more than willing to be that bug, and so desperate to get caught up.
He grabs the fabric quickly, as it unravels in his hands he sees what it is and his breathing stops.
It’s a pair of underwear, your underwear.
His fingers go all twitchy as he shoves his hood off to expose his pointed ears, wanting to be able to hear your footsteps.
He brings the panties and takes a deep breath in.
They’re not clean.
He has to choke back the noise that threatens to escape when he finally smells the intoxicating aroma. You smell so fucking sweet. His body reacts instantaneously, goosebumps raise on his flesh as he’s dick twitches in his pants.
God he feels dirty, but why should he? You lead him in here, after cooking for him and being so kind. You left this little gift out for him, you had to know what you were doing.
The sound of soft footsteps jolts him back to reality. He shoves the underwear deep into one of his pockets, he’ll keep them as long as he can, preferably forever.
“Sorry it took me a minute, I’m constantly misplacing everything. One of those ‘lose my head if it wasn’t attached to me’ kind of people.” You give a half hearted laugh, which he returns with a cute little chuckle as he takes your phone.
“Oh sorry about the laundry, I’m a bit of a mess today.” Hot embarrassment fills you as you grab the basket of dirty clothes off the counter and hoist it onto your hip.
“Don’t be sorry, you weren’t expecting any visitors.” He assures you, voice soft and soothing.
“I’ll run this to my room and give you some privacy.” You say, turning once again to leave him alone.
As soon as you’re out of the room his shoulders drop and he lets out a quaking breath. Having you so close after filling his mind with your smell pushed him to the very limit. He wants to grab you and lay you out on the counter, rip your pants off and shove his face between your thighs. He wants to drown in every smell and taste you can offer him. He wants to gorge himself on your sweet little cunt.
He can’t think straight. He’s fully hard, his skin is boiling and his mind is fuzzy. He has to get out of here, he has to get to somewhere hidden, Somewhere he can fuck his fist and think of playing with your soft body. Maybe, just maybe, if he stuffs your panties in his mouth he can taste a trace of you.
When you return he says a very quick goodbye, says something about stopping by your shop again so he can see you again. He doesn’t know for sure what words he uses, he’s too focused on getting out before you notice his erection, before you smell the shame wafting off of him in thick waves.
He has to go before he makes a mistake, before he ruins all of his plans.
You follow him to the door to let him out, bidding him goodnight with your gentle, enchanting voice.
You’ll never know that the phone at the restaurant worked fine, that he never even had to call Fatgum. You’ll never know that he stole from you, that he almost lost it and took you home with him. You won’t ever know that he’s not going home now that he’s left your home.
Urgently, he swoops around the corner of your house, heading straight for your bedroom window. His pants feel so tight it’s maddening, he’s frantic, he’s slipping.
As soon as he reaches the bedroom window, his favorite window, he slumps against the building with one arm as the other shoots down to his pants. He takes a quick glance around, noting that the lights in the surrounding buildings are all out given the hour.
He should be safe.
Then you walk into your room, the image of you is distorted slightly by the white sheers you have up, but only slightly, only enough to make you look like some fuzzy apparition.
She uses these curtains on purpose, she wants me to see.
You have no interest in showering tonight, now exhausted and confused. Did you say something wrong? Why did he take off like that? He did say he would see you tomorrow, though, which gives you a bubbly feeling.
You strip your clothes off, and it shreds Tamaki’s last ounce of self control.
You little fucking tease.
You undress until you’re left in your simple white underwear.
Tamaki’s hand is in his pants the second you crawl into bed. He grabs his aching length, thumbing at his head as he watches you shuffle around in the blankets. His mouth waters when he sees your collar bones, his breath hitches when he sees the way your stomach rolls when you sit. He starts to stroke himself slowly when you leave one leg out of your blankets.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he remembers the precious gift in his pocket.
He snatches the panties out as he watches you move, as he zeroes in on the meat of your thigh. He shoves the fabric of the crotch into his mouth and bites. He bites your panties like he wants to bite your delicious looking legs.
His hand jerks more rapidly as the faintest flavor spreads across his tongue. His cheeks are pink and his eyes start to tear up as he trembles from the euphoria of knowing you this intimately. His hips thrust into his fist as he claws at the panites, pulling the fabric tight as he watches you drift off to sleep.
His mind races through every possible way he would take you. How he would ruin and claim every inch of you. The idea of you shaking beneath him, moaning his name so sweetly, begging him to keep going, maybe begging him to stop, it makes him want to break down the window.
He tongues at your panties, wishing he could swallow your slick. He feels so unbelievably envious of the fact that the fabric in his mouth has been so close to your perfect little hole. The thing he wants to taste the most, feel the most, fuck the most.
His hand tightens around his dick as he tries to imagine how tight you would feel around him. He rips your panties out for just a brief second so he can spit down into his palm, wrapping it around his cock the second the spit reaches his skin.
“Shit- fuck- shit- fucking love you.” He chokes out as his eyes stay locked on your body.
Once the panties are back in his mouth, the free hand flattens against the window.
Then you shift, hips rolling gently as you adjust your position, exposing your cute little ass to him.
“Slut- bad little slut.” He huffs out as he claws at the window. He feels his balls start to seize up as he focuses on his swollen head, fucking it as fast as he can whle he imagines you with your head buried in the pillows as you stick your ass in the air for him.
He tears the panties out of his mouth and holds the crotch of them in front of his dick, drool slips over his bottom lip as he lets out a high, broken moan while he starts to spill into them.
His body quakes and shivers as he squirts rope after rope of hot cum into his stolen prize. Tears wet his cheeks while drool soaks his chin as he strokes himself through his climax.
He chants your name over and over again, watching the way his seed ruins your pretty little panties. In his orgasmic haze, he brings the panties back to his mouth full of his own release, he laps it up as he eyes roll to the back of his head, pretending he’s made you cream yourself, pretending he’s tasting you instead.
It’s filthy, it’s depraved, but he doesn’t care, he needs it, he’d die without it. He swallows the rest of his own cum down with a greedy whine as he watches your perfect form lay there so peacefully.
He doesn’t know how long he stands there, how many more times he fucks his hand while he watches you sleep, only to leave himself covered in sweat and cum and shame. Somehow, he finds himself walking away, as much as it hurts, he knows he can't indulge himself all night.
Once he’s finally home, he collapses, body buzzing and addicted. He sleeps with your soiled panties clutched in his fist. He wakes up with one thought on his mind, he needs more.
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eremiie · 4 years ago
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could you make a fic where eren or whoever gets freakay in the back of a cab?
extra tip, please?;
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❥ eren x reader | 1.7k words | nsfw
❥ CAN I??? i sure can, here you go🤲🏾
❥ in which eren gets impatient and wants to please you in the back of a cab
❥ content: thigh riding, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, semi public sex well it’s basically public, grinding, eren being a baby
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the night sky was beautiful, people walking up and down the busy streets much like you and eren, who decided to watch a movie in the local theater on the same night.
however, eren deemed the movie to be boring; the whole time he was teasing you about your movie selection, snorting at corny scenes and picking up his phone time to time.
he also kept his hand on your thigh, leaning his head into your neck and giving light pecks despite your small protests of, "eren, stop! watch the movie!” you were enjoying the attention in a way, when he would pull your leg on top of his and tell you how you guys should ditch the movie and just go home.
"but then our tickets would go to waste." you pouted, taking a sip of your red slushy while your head rested on your boyfriend's shoulder.
"i payed for them, i don't care. i just wanna go home with you right now." eren whined. his hand roamed around your stomach, trailing down until he reached the hem of your shirt, pushing his warm palm underneath until you tried to pull it away. "c'mon, lets go."
you knew exactly what he wanted, and just the way his fingers would dance across your skin, the way he would squeeze the flesh of your thighs between his palm, kiss the crevice of your neck and nibble on it slightly until your breath hitched made you want to give in.
so you did.
you let eren pull you up, essentially leaving your slushy and popcorn behind, and you let him drag you out of the theater, wandering eyes wondering what the two of you were giggling about.
the cold evening air had hit your skin as soon as you stepped outside and you wished you brought a jacket, but eren's arms wrapped around your waist keeping you close and kissing you here and there almost made the cold feel like nothing.
"put your thumb out, we gotta get another cab." he mumbled against the skin behind your ear and you obliged while his hands ran up and down your body, trying their best to get under your skirt without you pushing him away with a laugh.
eventually a cab did stop for the two of you and eren all but threw you into the back of the vehicle, closing the door behind the two of you and pulling you onto his thigh, keeping your side snug against him as he peppered more kisses on your chest. it would've been more embarrassing if it wasn't for the divider between the front and back seats of the car, despite the little reach through window where you could see the windshield.
"where to?" the young taxi driver asked minding his business, not even daring to figure out what the shuffling and smooching noises were that elicited from the back seat.
"hm, uh, trost.." eren forcefully disconnected his lips from yours for a split second to continue his sentence immediately missing that cherry flavor on your tongue, and his eyes darkened at your eagerness, him pulling you against him tighter. "trost street."
if the cab driver responded, or even nodded, neither you or eren could've noticed, and on the cab driver's side; he couldn't really tell what was going on in the backseat, as your body on top of eren limited the view of the small divider. however, when he looked into the rear view mirror he could see eren's hand roaming up and down your body, to your sides and down where he could only imagine where they stopped.
he could also only imagine an extra tip once you guys would leave the vehicle, and with that he sighed.
eren continued his kisses down the side of your neck, trying his best to get you to let out a moan although you didn't want to in kindness towards the cab driver, you wanted to spare him the ride as much as you could. his hands pinched your sides as well, forming a grip that would steady you as he rolled his leg up from under you, meeting your clothed heat with need that only you could disperse.
you tried to cover up your moan with a mere "oh," once eren began a steady pace, and you could begin to feel the wetness growing in your underwear. you grinded against his thigh more fervently while his eyes lazily trailed down your body, stopping at where your skirt was bunched up over his thigh, and thank goodness you wore a skirt.
it was such a turn on, watching you try to get yourself off from just his thigh, and he couldn't help but stop his movements just to see how you would react.
you let out a sigh of discontent instead of letting it be a whimper and continued to try to ground down on eren's leg, until he pulled you closer to him, his fingers gripping your jaw until his mouth brushed against your ear slightly.
"look at you, trying to get yourself off like that..." he mumbled before turning his head to kiss your cheek, the hair dangling in the front of his face tickling your skin and making you shudder.
your eyebrows turned up and your mouth parted as your movements stuttered. "eren, more." you whispered, and by surprise he pulled you into his lap until you were situated right above his hardening dick, letting his hips jut up to meet yours and you bit your lip to stop any noise curdling inside your throat. at one point the car jolted causing him to buck up into you more harshly and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, quickly covering your mouth and coughing into your hand. luckily your cab driver didn't even look back, although you weren't sure if it was out of your own embarrassment or his.
eren's kisses continued until they were at your chest while he continued his movements, where he began to suck darkening marks into your skin right above your breast. he nipped at the skin lightly once he was satisfied, and satisfied with the way you let out small "ah," and slumped down to bury your head into his neck when he finished giving you your love marks.
eren moved down as well determined to have you reach your high. "nuh uh, i want you to cum on yourself baby. don't let up now." he murmured softly so only you could hear, and he stifled a groan when you let out a small sob from the cramps rising in your legs from the continuous grinding motion. eren started to catch on and began turning your body around from his sitting position until you were facing the windshield, your head resting on his shoulder. "hold on," he scooted you up in the slightest so he could shrug off his jacket, placing it over your lap with a pat.
eren pecked your forehead and let his hands slide down your top until it was at the band of your skirt, slipping his hand through and then fumbling to pull aside your underwear. the warm intruding feeling of his hand near your pussy made you drop your jaw and your breathing jagged. of course this feeling accompanied by eren's barely audible groans from beside your ear at how slick you were.
"i did this? you're this wet because of me?" he asked you while his fingers played with your folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers before letting one slip into you. "right? you're this wet cause you want my dick?"
your toes curled in your shoes, and a whine came out of you this time, although it was a quiet one. god, did you want it so bad. eren’s fingers continued to pump in and out of you and he let his other hand slip under your shirt until it met your bra, going under your wire until his palm sat right over your nipple, him kneading at your breast to encourage your high further. you nodded your head in response to eren’s earlier words, screwing your eyes shut and dropping your head as well at the ecstasy.
“cum for me then,” eren was still next to your ear, his words feeling drowned out through your wave of pleasure, but you were snapped out of it when you couldn’t feel the movements of his fingers anymore, them resting inside of you, your walls tightening around them. “and when we get home, i’ll give you this dick... if you’re lucky.”
a shiver ran up your spine and came out of your mouth in the form of his name, “eren...” you began to gyrate your hips in efforts to get his fingers moving again, your free arm now gripping at his on your bra through your top, and with that he started to thrust his fingers again, this time curling them against your favorite spot inside of you.
your movements worked in synchronous with his and along with the “that’s right,” and “feel good?”s that came from eren while he drove you to your orgasm, you finally came, clenching around his fingers tight, and gripping his hand even tighter, pulsing and coming around those nimble digits.
“fuck, baby,” you panted softly while eren continued to pump his fingers slower inside of you to help calm your climax. eventually, he pulled them out and you slid into the seat next to him, your legs hooked over one of his. you rested your head on his shoulder and looked up at the brunette to see him peering down at you as well, and then he brang his slender fingers to his mouth to suck on the saccharine taste you produced. “mm...” he put on a show, letting his tongue lap at his fingers before removing them from his mouth and moving them to your lips, prodding at them to usher you to get a taste of yourself as well.
once you complied by opening your mouth, he let his fingers go further down, until he curled them your jaw hanging open to make space for the intrusion. “good girl...” eren leaned down, kissing you lightly. “‘m gonna fuck you good when we get home okay?”
and you nodded in response unable to speak until he removed his fingers from your mouth, you wiping the saliva from your jaw while eren wiped it from his mouth onto his jeans. only then did you realize he was still hard, but you knew you’d take care of it when you got home.
needless to say; eren left the cab driver not only his own problem, but yes, an extra tip.
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did i add that one line from that song? yes, yes i did.
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1kook · 4 years ago
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skirt chasers - drabble iii
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this a skirt chasers drabble in case u couldn't tell uhhh here’s i and ii lol
summary; “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?” warnings; alcohol mention, tit sucking, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, uhh making out??? ratings; mature (18+) misc; educational abolitionist!jungkook, drunk jk, mentions of throwing up lol, jk is an anatomy frEAK, more skirts, more jk has questionable kinks wc; like barely 2k
notes; i wrote this in like 40 mins bc i couldn't stop thinking about STIMBO jk from skirt chasers and how cool he is enjoy xxxx also i barely rmr shit from anatomy bc it was the worst course of my life so pls bear with me
His first mistake is getting drinks with the boys. You like to think you know your boyfriend pretty well, know what he’s good at, where he excels, where he thrives, and well. Drinking doesn’t rank too high on the list.
Jimin calls a little past midnight. “Kook’s on the table,” he slurs into the phone, too loud and too sloppy for a Wednesday night phonecall.
“Ha?” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The room is dark, practically spinning from how out of it you are. Chaeyoung is dead asleep in her room, so even whispering feels like a crime. “Where are you guys?”
Some bar on the south side of town, that strip where all the newly turned twenty-one year olds go to get wasted. Jungkook’s supposed to be studying for some big exam he has on Friday— at least, that’s what he told you —so it takes a few minutes of convincing on Jimin’s part until you’re shrugging your coat on, blindly navigating through your apartment for your keys and wallet. You briefly consider taking an Uber, but ultimately decide you’d rather get stabbed to death on a public bus so at least your family can sue the city afterwards.
Jungkook is indeed on the table, except the table has long since tipped over. So now he’s just sprawled across some dirty bar floor, puppy-soft head of curls spilling over his forehead. He’s so cute, so adorable. You want to kill him. “Up,” you command, channeling the strength of twelve football players to haul your beefy boyfriend off the ground.
“Baby,” he beams, looking at you but not actually looking at you. “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?”
You don’t even know what that means, can’t even question him, because then Jin is angrily yelling at you to cover his tab. You pay with a stiff middle finger, flail the three dollars in your wallet at him, before sweeping away your poor damsel in distress. “You’re supposed to be studying,” you huff, can’t even be mad when he stops to throw up in a bush outside the bar. You’re so embarrassed, pretend you don’t know him as you pull up the bus times on your phone.
He’s huffy by the time you get on the bus, sniffling against your neck as he cries about his common hepatic portal vein thing— you don’t fucking know.
Chaeyoung isn’t too impressed with you when you bring him home, dump him on the couch while she steals your AirPods from your room. “Explain yourself,” you demand, and his head rolls back.
“I hate school,” he complains, slaps a hand down against his forehead. You’re certain he’s concussed himself this time. Then he’s bending over, head held between his hands. “Wanna cry.”
You sigh, kneeling in front of him. “You’re almost done,” you comfort him, hand on the back of his head. He’s so sweaty, and smells like all his friends colognes at the same time. “You’re smart, baby, you can do this.”
Your words have the opposite effect, because then he’s rocking forward childishly, nearly rams your skulls together and kills you. He’s reached the point of his insobriety where he’s too sad and huffy to think, sadly leaning against your shoulder as if that’ll somehow solve all his problems. You doubt it will, but there’s really nothing much you can when Jungkook reaches this point, so you settle on softly patting the back of his head until the fool is fucking snoring against you.
Chaeyoung blesses you with her divine retribution the next morning by using up the last of your body wash, and then you’re left to deal with a hungover Jungkook on a Thursday morning. You’re pretty sure he had a class that morning, but he wakes up too late for you to even try to convince him to still go, and then he’s moping on your couch in last night’s clothes. You’re getting ready for your internship, blouse half buttoned, pencil skirt wiggled up to your waist.
“Abolish exams,” he mutters, numbly staring at the ceiling as you wipe his face with a cleansing towelette. He doesn’t seem remotely interested in the shower or the pancakes you made, which lets you know this is a much more serious issue than just a drunken episode. “Aren’t they stupid?” You nod. “Sure, test me on every damn thing we’re learning right now as if science isn’t always changing and I’ll have to keep learning anyway.”
He looks over at you, under-eye bags absolutely horrendous. “Tests are stupid,” you agree, and it seems to be exactly what he wants to hear as he sinks into your arms, face buried in your chest. “Too stupid for smarty-pants Jeon Jungkook.”
Jungkook groans, flops over you on the couch all smelly and gross. “They test you for memorization and not comprehension,” he adds, finally wiggling out of his stinky clothes.
With Jungkook, you can never tell where things are going. One minute he’s cursing the education system and the next he’s kissing along your neck in his rambling fury. “As if I these materials will somehow become nonexistent once I’m working,” he huffs, hands on your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers digging into his biceps as he mindlessly kisses down the valley between your breasts. “Shit’s so fucking stupid,” he spits, bunching your skirt around your waist.
“Jeon—“
“I’m just trying to be a fuckin’ pediatrician, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, hastily undoes the front buttons on your blouse. Your black bra comes into view, heart pounding in your chest as Jungkook makes quick work of reaching behind and undoing it, pushing it away, and cupping your breasts in his palms. He guides one of your legs around his waist, tucks it around him as he gets to work raining down kisses on your tits. “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, pretty pink lips leaving smooches down your chest.
You bite down on your lip, watch through hazy eyes as those big doe eyes flick up at you, tongue swirling around your nipple. “N— Not tired anymore?” you pant, hands in his hair. It’s still dry and knotted from last night’s adventures, but you don’t mind. Not when Jungkook’s hard cock is flush against your thigh.
“Nah,” he confirms, rolling his hips forward against your core. Oh he was horny horny this morning. Or was he angry horny? You don’t care, either way you were winning. “I serenaded you last night, y’know?”
You snort, but it morphs into a whimper when he captures your rock hard nipple between his perfect teeth. “Not a serenade,” you whimper, fingernails running along his scalp, “if I’m not there.”
Jungkook leans back, lets you breathe for a second as he unbuckles the front of his pants, jeans pulled down around his thighs. And of course he’s hard as fuck by now; this was Jeon Jungkook you were dealing with. He could get it up and going in two seconds flat at the mere sight of your collarbones. “You were there,” he insists, capturing your hand in his all romantic like until you’re flustered and shaking him off. He levels you with a cheesy grin, presses your palm against his chest. “Here.”
You gag. “That’s disgusting.”
Jungkook laughs, all squeaky and airy because he’s never given a fuck about looking cool in front of you. His next words only prove your point. “Why? Don’t like being nestled against my left lung and esophagus, all sexy like?”
You roll your eyes, tug your panties aside to give him a full view of what his dorky anatomical talk has done to you. “Dick me down or go away,” you say, pointer finger nudging his chin up when he stares too long
He snaps his teeth at you, almost bites your finger, the fuckin’ weirdo. “Sassy today,” he teases, presses the tip of his cock against you. Both of you groan, watch as he glides himself up and down your folds, angry mushroom head pushing against your clit. “Always so wet for me,” he mumbles shakily, eyes zeroed in on your wet folds and how slick they feel against him. “Didn’t stretch you out again.”
“Yo— You’re mean about that anyway,” you pant, pulling him closer by those firm ass cheeks of his. “I can tell when you’re using me as a reference model.”
Jungkook gasps as if he’s genuinely scandalized by your claim, follows your wordless command and finally lines himself up with your quivering entrance. “I’m a hands-on learner,” he offers, his cheeky smile still on his face until he finally sinks into you and his features twist up all pretty. “Your pussy’s just so pretty, baby,” he grunts, hand on your hip.
Your face feels warm, from the pleasure that rolls over your body and the vulgarity of his words. “Shush now,” you say, try to sound strict and in command, but he’s got his other hand cupping your jaw, looking at you like you’re a goddess and not some dorky college student in their even dorkier internship uniform.
“Temptress,” he mumbles, pushes past your clenching lips until he’s flush against you, your walls spasming around his cock because he just feels so good. “Tried to sneak past me in that tiny skirt.” He draws back, lets his swollen head catch at the entrance before sliding back in, pace slow and sensual, too intimate for some random Thursday morning. “Little doll just needs to be fucked in the morning, doesn’t she?” A pitiful whimper catches in your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every glide of his dick back inside of you.
“N- Not my fault you have naughty eyes,” you whimper, hand coming up to bite at your knuckles as Jungkook continues to fuck you so sweetly. “Fuck.”
Jungkook ducks over you, wavy hair tickling your forehead as his hot breath fans across you. Smells like the mouthwash you made him take and hints of last night’s alcohol. “Can’t help it,” he husks, capturing your lips in his. Sloppy and wet, tongue clashing with yours as he guides you along, hips slowing to rhythmic ruts that have you moaning after each roll.
A few drawn-out thrusts later and you’re coming, body so sensitive this early in the morning, and it certainly doesn’t help that Jungkook looks like that (sweaty and worn, dark eyes watching you writhe beneath him). Surprisingly, it takes him a few more rushed thrusts before he follows, barely managing to pull out in time before his sparkling cum is splattering over your tummy and the skirt bunched around it. “No,” you whine, melting into the couch. “Jeon, this is my only one,” you complain, rubbing a hand over your eyes as if that’ll somehow make your legs work again enough to push him off.
Jungkook says nothing as he tucks himself back into his boxers, chest heaving from exertion as he crashes back onto the couch. “Liar,” he responds after a moment, out of breath and half asleep again. He’s still technically hungover. Hand lazily drawing circles on your knee as you sit up, wiggling your skirt back down. He gives you this indecipherable look. “I hid the other one under your dresser.”
You smack his arm. “Why the hell would you—“
He tackles you back into the couch, presses the stain into your skirt. It must feel gross against his naked tummy, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. “Makes me too horny,” he announces, pout pressed against your neck. “I had a teacher fantasy the other day. Did I tell you?” You roll your eyes, resigning yourself to this new life squashed beneath your boyfriend. “You were my high school anatomy teacher and I failed, so you made me stay after school for supplemental lessons—“
“That’s an abuse of power,” you point out, back to carding your hands through his now sweaty and greasy hair. “And you would never fail an anatomy class, that’s literally your comfort area of study.”
“Listen,” he stresses, lifts his head until he’s peering at you with these humongous Bambi eyes. “You spanked me and—“
“Go get my skirt.”
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johnsamericano · 3 years ago
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The company takes all of the members to the beach for a new edition of NCT life. During his time there, he meets another tourist, with whom he’ll develop a relationship bound to end in tragedy.
genre: fluff, smut, angst.
warnings: sex, nipple teasing, brief sub!renjun (I couldn’t help myself), kind of oral.
☞ taglist: @morningsunandnightsky @soberhani @aaasteroidsky @chenlewifey @piaozhisheng @doeilovr @aedreamzy
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“I refuse. It's too windy to get in the water.”
Renjun had just lost one of the games the staff prepared. The punishment? Diving into the sea fully clothed. The problem was, the sky was cloudy, and it seemed like the rain would pour any second. Therefore, the water was cold as fuck.
“You lost. Suck it up. I had to sleep on the carpet last night because Jisung won the bed.” Chenle whined.
“Look, we can talk about this...” He stepped back cautiously, the cameraman capturing every movement.
“Grab his legs, Jeno.” Haechan instructed, caging his arms as Jeno lifted him.
“Stop!” The few people sitting in the sand laughed at the comic scene. A boy being thrown straight into the sea while screaming his lungs out. It would serve well as material for memes. “My eyes!” The salty water stung his eyes as his friends clapped their hands in amusement.
“Cut!” The director screamed, a smile printed on her lips. “Good job, guys. You’re free to go now. Remember to be punctual tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. For shooting.”
“Thank you.” Everyone except Renjun, who was too busy trying to rub the pain off his eyes, said.
“That chick is staring at us.” Jisung commented.
“She’s kinda hot.” Renjun opened one eye, trying to take a look at the person his friends were talking about. “She caught us! Turn around, idiots!”
From your point of view, they looked like a bunch of dumbass teenagers. Cute dumbass teenagers. Your tanned legs started taking strides towards them, causing panic among the group.
“Run!” The youngest suggested, everyone except Renjun following his steps towards the hotel building.
“Need a hand?” He stuttered, not sure if anyone was around to record the suspicious interaction. Stalkers are everywhere. “Guess not.” After a couple of seconds with your hand extended his way, he finally accepted it, fearing you'd make yourself a bad image of him. It wasn't every day that a beautiful stranger tried to flirt with him, especially when having men like Jeno by his side.
“Thank you.” His clothes were sticking to his tummy, revealing his lack of toning. A beautiful, rosy pigment tinted his cheeks in the cutest way possible. “W-Would you like to grab a drink at the bar with me?”
“Sure. I'll just let my friends know I won't be joining them.” Did Renjun just get himself a date? Had the stars aligned for such a special occasion to happen?
“I need to take a shower first...” He giggled, ruffling his wet hair a bit. “Meet you at the lobby in an hour?”
“It’s a date then.” You walked back to your group of friends, waving your hips exaggeratedly to catch his eye.
The members had never seen Renjun so anxious while picking an outfit. Even choosing a perfume seemed like a life or death decision.
“Dude, just wear the usual.” Hyuck huffed. Renjun had finally picked a leather jacket and a white tee, but it was obviously not his style.
“I think he looks sexy.” Jaemin scanned him from head to toes while Jisung confusedly searched for a scent to match his looks.
“What about this one?” Renjun shook his head, teeth gritted as he stared at the digital clock watch on the nightstand. He was running out of time. “What’s so important about your perfume anyway?”
“Our poor Jisung. So innocent.” Haechan cooed. “If things go well, Renjun might end up in her room. He wants to smell good for when they start doing the dirty.”
“Oh.” The large hands of the youngest fiddled with the bottles, furrowing his eyebrows as an idea started forming in his mind. “This one.”
A woody scent was the chosen one. Renjun quickly sprayed it behind his ears and proceeded to leave. He was still on time.
By the time the elevator doors slid open with a loud ding, you were already waiting for him. You were wearing a tropical, long dress. Opposite him, who was dressing as if he were about to ride a motorbike. He wanted to call out your name, but only then he realized it was still unknown to him.
“Hey.” He tapped your naked shoulder, feeling the warm skin under his fingertips.
“Hi.” You smiled widely, nervously clutching the purse between your hands. “You look good.”
“You too.” You both looked like sims awkwardly waiting for the player’s command. “Let’s go sit, shall we?”
Your little date started silent at first, both of you holding into your drinks for your dear life. But then, slowly, the effects of alcohol were starting to be more visible in your actions, shoulders tightly pressed against each other as you giggled over anything you said. You couldn't help but tangle your fingers with his white and black locks. They were even softer than they looked.
“Are you famous or something? I saw a camera following you around earlier.”
“Will my answer affect your opinion on me?”
“If you say yes, I might have to take you to my room. You know, just to have more privacy.”
“Then I'm afraid the answer is yes.” He replied with a fake pout, letting you drive him back to the elevator and up to your room.
“What’s your name?” You asked with your lips against his, sitting on his torso while you tried to get rid of his jacket.
“Renjun. Yours?” Your thumbs massaged his sensitive nipples over the fabric of his tee, making him squirm under your hold. “Don’t tease.”
“Y/n.” He hummed, breath hitching as your touches continued. He looked so pretty, beads of sweat collecting on the side of his head. It hadn't been such a bad idea to leave the lights on. “You’re a bottom, aren't you?”
“The fact that I'm short doesn't mean I like to be dominated.” He laid you down beside him, kissing your lips slowly while clothes started flying to different parts of the room. “How about we keep things equal here?”
“Fine.” He moaned when your hand grazed against his crotch, fingertips dancing over the clothed tip. “But don't think I'm letting you go before I have the chance to have you crying from overstimulation, baby boy.” Though he hated to admit it, he could feel precum leaking out of his hole at your words.
“Whatever floats your boat.”
True to your words, right after you both reached your high, you got rid of the cum-filled condom covering his sensitive length, making a knot before licking his cock clean.
“S-stop.” He was enjoying himself a bit too much. Haechan would never let him live if he found out.
“Uh-Uh.” You peppered kisses all over it, making him fist the sheets underneath him. He was embarrassingly close, and you didn't seem to have the intention of stopping anytime soon. “You look so cute I just want to eat you up.” With a gentle caress on his balls and a kiss on top of the tip, cum spurted right on your cheek.
“No more!” He screamed as you inched your mouth closer to him once again.
“Fine.” You huffed, leaping off the bed to clean yourself up.
Needless to say, it wasn't the last time you met. Mark would often wake up to the sound of their door opening, a messy-haired Renjun slipping into his bed with a wide smile. He felt on cloud nine. That was until you stroke him with terrible news.
“I’m leaving in two days.” His palms were sweaty and his mouth dry. He hadn't given it much thought, too caught up in the pleasure of your company.
“I-It’s okay, we can still visit each other.” He nervously stuttered while you repositioned yourself between his arms, snuggling your head in his chest. There were days where you didn't do anything, just laid down in each other's arms.
“I don't live in Korea, Junnie.” His heartbeat increased, a knot preventing him to swallow.
“Skype! We’ll keep in touch and-”
“Stop freaking out, we still have two days.”
“It’s not enough. We barely started to get to know each other.” His hold tightened around you. “I’ll pack you in my bag and fly you to Korea.”
“Stop being this damn cute.”
“If I confessed that I love you, what would you do?” He seemed too serious to be joking. But your face remained calm as you said:
“I’d make the most out of the time we have left.”
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thefanbasewhore · 4 years ago
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"Mine." || Part 2.
Summary: Din shows you who you belong to just to discover something life changing.
Warning/Content: 18+ ONLY. NSFW. Fingering, oral (female receiving/male receiving), P in V, a hint of degration, slight breeding kink, dirty talk, ROUGH SEX. Dom!Din, jealous!Din and tatted Din. I would add another tag but it would give away the ending.
Paring: Din Djarin/Female Reader
Part 1.
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A/N: I also do not ever write smut, this is my first fic with full sex in it so if something does not seem right please, please let me know. Thank you, hope you all enjoy!
His lips don't give in, pressing his tongue until it feels heavy against your own. Fingertips unforgivable as they sting your skin with how rough he was moving your face for he had a better angle to kiss you at. He's ruthless, pissed, marking his territory, claiming you his.
Anger warmed his whole body and honestly he wasn't even sure it was jealousy anymore just the sheer fact that life has separated him from you and from his son, it's unfair. As he pulls away, brown eyes dark with meaning, lips bruised and puffy from your own. "Tell me." He urges, "You're mine, I want to hear you say the words."
Dins’s eyes following every movement of your eyes as they move from the creases in his forward to the facial hair that peppered his jaw. "You know I'm yours. I'll forever be yours Din."
His eyes are starting to soften but find you reaching for his hand to press it against the thick colum of your throat and squeezing fingers over his feeling the air restrict just enough it burns for there is just enough air passing through, making you dizzy. The deep burn of desire inside the deepest pit of your stomach just wanting him to fuck you hard, remind you that your place is with him; imaging sitting on his lap on the golden throne he will soon own, truthfully where ever the hell he wants you because you without a doubt are putty in his hands. "Please remind me, I need it so bad."
Finding yourself blaming it on how sexy he is when he's angry, the way his cheeks colored red as he pulled on the your hair, forcing you too look at him as he asked if you fucked another man. It may be that the separation from the man weighed heavy on your heart. Seven months is a long time, the lingering desire to grow. Satisfying yourself didn't even come close to him.
The soft moan against your open mouth from the words is enough to have you soaking, fingers dip into the soft fabric of the tunic, harsh fingers grasp the tie of the robe and when it doesn't budge rips it right off, throwing it over his shoulder with a snarl against your lips. "You missed me sweet girl, you need me?."
"Yes."
"Maker -." He gasps at the feeling of small hands cupping his erection through his pants, hips bucking to meet them with certainty, lips hot against your own with one goal. "Greedy girl. Not happy unless she's touching a cock."
The way he talks as if you're not even there, patronizing but oh, it makes you mewl and tut hips against his hardness which throbs underneath you. A fire inside ignites with an endless flame, desire seeping to form into the throb between your legs. A problem that only he can fix. Absolutely starved for him, his touch, his lips as they press your own. Moaning softly with praises for his good girl.
His hands arr greedy as they cup your breasts, pinching the nipples a little to rough until they puff and sting, it hurts but he doesn't seem to care much as Lips press against the warmth of your neck, kissing, nipping any part of skin he can manage, purple marks left it the wake, tongue soothing the bruising skin, heart stammering against his chest at the thought of Luke seeing them. His voice is rough, calculating as the pads of his fingers lift your face from seeing what he's doing from you using the plam of his hand to angle it towards the headboard. "You want to see? I don't think you deserve it, haven't been a good girl. From what I remember you picked his side over mine."
"Did.." You try to speak but the thigh between your own stops you, heavy as it presses against your clit and makes you gasp. "...Not."
"Surely did but look at you now. I wonder what he would think if he saw how cock dumb you get." Din's’s hand falls between both of your legs to his hard member squeezing it through his pants, throbbing under his own palm.
He's teasing, testing the waters to see a reaction out of you, he's so so close but biting the inside of your cheek manage to stay quiet.
It has to be quick as hands press against the mattress under you, tightening your trunk to use the new found strength he didn't know about to flip yourself from under him. Din is quicker though, halfway through pulling you closer for it's impossible to escape his arms, pulling you to straddle him as his back lands on the bed with a huff.
You really do try to move but he's just too strong, hair filling the gaps between his fingers as he pulls your lips against his again, teeth clashing as a moan vibrates his chest. "You're not going anywhere cyar'ika."
Anchoring yourself against his lips, pushing down roughly on his hardness as you cry against his lips as a hand lands on your ass, skin taunt and red instantly at the roughness.
"You're upset." Words whispered against his chest, fingers running over the outline of the square jaw teasingly, tongue reaching out to lick it. He feels his own eyes roll into the back of his head with a whimper. "Let me make it up to you, I wanna taste you in my mouth again."
Muscles scream and ache, sore already from his brutal grip but it's the least of anyone's concern as you sink into knees between his large, muscular thighs squeezing them teasingly. Mouth pressing over the cloth covered skin of his inner thighs, mouthing him through the fabric as his face turns red. His fist roughly tightening in hair until it's so tight it hurts when he pulls your head back to pick your haze towards his face. "Don't tease me girl, you're not going to like what happens if you keep it up brat."
Your mouth waters watching his taunt muscles bunch the fabric of his shirt at the collar pull the beskar and shirt in one go careless of where it lands. He's bare now, muscularly lean as his hips press himself into your hand, a reminder of the task but you can't find yourself to look away from the tanned, creamy chest right above his heart, eyes reaching the black lines of words. "Another one?"
The one on his neck was large, a symbol of what he claimed was leadership but in plain English right above his heart made your heart beat faster. Shaky fingers trace the curves of letters on his pec, skin soft. Your name, it was healed and black already starting to fade, it's been there for some time now. Heart stammers against his chest as he hears the softness of your tone, "Why?"
"It belongs to you, I thought it was only right."
Despite the swelling of your heart finger’s play with the waist band of his pants before curling around them pulling them just enough that they're almost revealing his throbbing erection but his finger's cupping your jaw hault all actions forcing you to look at him through hooded eyelids. "I want to hear you want it."
“Please.” A shock of pleasure running straight through his body to his throbbing cock, “Can I touch you? I wanna suck you off, please, please let me.”
You must look pathetic on your knees, eyes welting with tears of the new found discovery on his chest, bottom lips slightly pouting that he stopped you in the first place. Big doe like eyes never leaving his, you sound so fucked. "Please..."
A small groan leaves the half naked man's throat pressing his thumb against your chin roughly, while his other fingers leaving a trail along their wake on their way to your breast cupping gently, teasing you just a little more.
The way he stares at you, as you wait for any gesture, any tilt of his head to say you can. He's testing you seeing if you're even capable of behaving but little does he realize when it came to him his girl would so anything he asks. It's intimating, feeling his eyes shift over you, tall even sitting down, towering actually.
“Fine, only because you asked like a good girl." Din's finger help you as he lifts his hips to move the pants and boxers up and over his ass and to the floor leaving him completely bare. After so many months it's a beautiful sight, hard, throbbing under your touch, an angry pink that just wants relief.
Tongue meets the delicate skin of his balls first, a soft huff of relief falling from his lips as you continue to lick a stride against them, taking one into your mouth almost as fast.
The Mandalorian actually chokes, the feeling of you after so long as him falling from his elbows to lay flat against the bed. Hands gathering your hair into a messy pony tail, not only for a better view but to taunt that he can take control anytime.
He's about to warn you about teasing him again when he feels a small kiss against his inner thigh but his tip pushing past your lips as him bitting down on his lip so hard he swears he tasting blood. "Sweet girl, so-- good."
The mixture of salty pre-cum and saliva makes it easy to move him past your lips until he reaches the deepest part of your throat, holding him there a few seconds to taste the saltiness of him until your nose feels the dark hairs of his abdomen Warm and tight around him, fingers gripping harder as his hips involuntarily buck into you deeper, choking you until eyes start to water.
After that you waste no time taking him inside your mouth to the point that your lips were completely around him as him he hits the back of your throat with every stroke. Adding his own hips to the mixture as the intense feeling of your gagging only vibrates against him, the sounds that fill the room are filthy, wet and slippery as spit begins to dribble down your chin.
"Maker --." He squeezes his eyes shut feeling the distant building of heat run down his legs, warm his belly. "Did you think about this? Think --." He can't even finish a sentence with how deep you take him, throat already staring to ache but every time his cock pierces the threshold of your throat soothing it instantly. "Think about sucking me off?"
Head nodding frantically as one of your hands slip just to relieve the pressure between your legs but his own around your wrist stops you. A soft whine makes around him makes it almost impossible to push away but with every ounce of self control he has he pulls his throbbing cock from your mouth, the thick line of spit that comes that connects you two makes him want to explode on your face right there.
Din pulls you up by your arm onto his lap once again as fingers waste no time to reach between your legs, thee slick of your wetness coating the tips of his fingers as he pulls the pants from your hips. “You're so wet honey, is this all for me?"
He doesn't even give you the chance to reply as fingers dip down to your wet slit, sticking a finger in your gaping hole a quarter of the way with one goal in mine to coat them in some wetness before slipping it past his lips, wanting a taste. "Just as sweet as I remember, want you to taste."
With his face only inches from your own, it's so filthy. The way he pulls his fingers from between lips, his own string of spit as the appendages slip past your own lipsb rolling against your tongue before closing your lips around them. “Such a dirty girl aren’t you?” 
The heat of Din's chest flushing your breast is enough to have you dizzy with bliss. He's so sexy like this, confident, radiates with new found power that turns you to putty in his hands.
You can't help as you lean forward to capture his lips again tongue eagerly meeting his. Din kisses back instantly, the taste of you being exchanged passionately through the heated kiss as hands falling to the back of your hair, tugging it gently as hips buck as you lower yourself against his cock. At this point Din feels his heart pounding against his chest, doesnt believe the way you dry hump, he wouldn't even call it that: the wetness that soaks his thighs is anything but dry.
It almost physically hurts not being inside of you, hot a ready against you, gentle fingers hook at your hips effortlessly flipping your whole body weight until your hands and head push against the softness of the mattress using fingers to bring your ass towards him until it's presses against his own bare hips. “Ass up baby.”
Din couldn’t help but groan at the sight of you, naked, pussy in the air for him, ready to be used in any way he sees fit. A rough hand kneading the flesh of your ass cheek, other one coming up to spank you so hard you gasp as it sends tingles of pain down sore legs. His lips coming down to the point of attack pressing a small kiss against it, then using his hand to run over the bubbling spot, welt red with pulsing pain. “You looked so pretty with your lips around me around my cock but seeing red with my marks makes me want to destroy you."
"Please, please.." At this point you don't know what you're begging for but Din's not ready to give up that easy, he's not done reminding you that you are without a doubt his.
A large hand guides down your back feeling the grooves of your spine against his own fingertips until hand reached the back of your neck with one hard grab but then down back down until he reaches your ass kneading both cheeks so close to your throbbing heat. A lingering blaze of heat where his fingers were as he pushes your head deeper into the matress. "Beg me to touch you needy girl. I don't think I'm convinced you want me anymore."
"I do." The clock of his tongue tells you he's disappointed, panic tearing through your throat as his finger moved further from where you need him most, tears of frustration prickling eyes as his hand pushes your head deeper into the mattress. “No! No -- please touch me. I want it, need you so bad, lay here every night thinking of it." With one last crack of your voice words spewing at any effort of some type of relief. "Do whatever you want to me, fill me up bear, I wanna be yours.."
It's only for a second, the way he tenses and throbs between your ass cheeks, chest doesn't dare move, not believing the words that came from your mouth. Soft kisses against the back of your thighs, lip meeting with your clit that sends a shock up your spine, goosebumps breaking out at the euphoric feeling. Din didn’t waste any time as he puckers his lips and sucks on your heat, tongue trusting inside of your tight hole enjoying the sounds coming from you as he mumbles against you, "Want me to fill you up sweet girl? Want my seed deep in you?"
Wet, sloppy noises falling from where his lips connect to you the sounds he was making with his lips and tongue are almost sinful as a rush of heat runs through your body hand coming down on your ass, a little awkward at this position but it's more to show how serious he is. "Answer me."
"Yes! Oh, yes! I want you to feel you all night."
The tip of Din’s tongue flickers the soft bundle of nerves making you mewl, his finger filling you snuggly and to the brink without warning, not wasting any time they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes your eyes roll back into your head. The sounds falling from between your legs were heavenly, wetness dripping from your thighs to the bed but he could care less about right now.
“I’m gonna cum.” The devilish smirk was not visible to your own eyes as pulls his finger from the wetness, eyes running over your swollen pussy puffy with pleasure. 
"Wha?” The orgasm haze was starting to take over leaving you slightly drowsy as tears sting with frustration groaning into the pillow trying to lift your head but Din's hand in your hair prevents that pressing you back against the soft material. 
“Good girl take what they're given." He growls harshly but the gentle kisses against your neck say otherwise; soft and wet soothing the spot where he grabbed earlier. Words dangerous as lips chaste over your ear, "You can remember that the next time you stick up for him."
Din is kneeling between your thighs, leg against your inner knee spreading your legs just enough for he can fit. Arching your back against him, silently begging to end your misery already.
The sounds of his hand using your wetness to jerk himself off behind you otherresting against your ass and squeezing the softness. He doesn't give any warning, the sudden feeling of a burning but pleasurable stretching causing a small gasp to fall from lips swollen from all the biting from the previous finger fucking.
Din’s finger come behind you to tease the bundle of nerves, making your whine as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep it's hard to breath. It's a delicious burn, one that makes you so light headed it's hard to even form words. "Maker, Din."
Din's hands rest against the swells of your ass, eyes tilting towards the filthy sight of him snuggly pressing into you, testing the waters with one deep, slow thrust. The sound you make is straight up sinful, makes him groan on his own accord as you clench around him.
Hips snap faster watching his cock disappear and reappear into your silky opening over and over again a wave of pleasure tingling his spine every time he hits the spot that makes you dumb. He wants to comment on it but can't form words at the sight of his cock covered in your arousal, it has his thighs shaking with heat, stomach stirring with the familar feeling of relief, his whole body on fire. With every push of hips, strokes steady, long and rough hitting to fill you every single time.
The sounds falling from you mixed with pleasure and pain but it felt so good having him in you again. Din loves it, hips rolling into you, pussy dripping between the two of you, smearing his thighs, leaking down yours. Eyes trained your bouncing ass as he listens to the squeals of his name.
Back arching pushing him deeper inside of you to hit that spot that makes you cry as a hand rest against the small of back giving him a better angle to fuck you senselessly. “Din, oh maker, so fucking good."
"Yeah sweetheart? Missed me huh?"
Nails digging into the flesh of your hip as sweat begins to bead on his forehead and chest, heat washing over his whole body as he feels himself grow closer and closer to giving you want you want most. “i’m so close bear, please let me..” you manage to mumble as the pleasure pinches your voice hoping he doesn't steal this one from you as well.
"Want me to fill you up sweet girl? Tell me you want it.
"I want it so bad, want to feel you for weeks." There is no doubt in any of your minds you will.
"Come for me, give it to me." Your orgasm hits you instantly clenching around him so hard he chokes. Din on the other hand continues to drive his cock deep inside of you a small whine falling from his lips. 
With the last of his trust he explodes, cum lining you, filling you to the brink. Maker, there's so much as it drips between you and onto the bed, he doesn't dare move trying to keep whatever he can manage in. Taking a second to recover with heavy pants against your back before fingers hook around you turning you to face him as you both breath with heavy breaths.
Sagging into the matress completely spent, chest rising and falling to match the pattern of your thumping heart. Eyes blurring in a haze even though it's only temporary your limbs feel heavy as a gentle hand cups your cheek tilting your head in which you can only guess his direction. Din doesn't move, keeps himself burried deep inside of you, not daring to break the warmth he's missed.
"Are you with me Cyar'ika?" The post sex haze wearing away but he's till blurry, you're too tired as eyes slowly begin to shut.
"I want to go with you. I want to go home."
There was no home, Din knew exactly what the words meant, a metaphor for himself, he would forever be your home. It was sweet, made him warm and blush but lazy lips trail from your shoulder pressing his face into your neck with a sigh, words whispered breathlessly. "You belong here, I will come back when you are ready."
"I don't want you to leave." The words are hard to process as hot tears slip past your eyes flushing the cold skin of his cheek.
The way the words sound so broken, gasped out with emotion is soul crushing. Din presses his face deeper, cheek against cheek as the tears burn. "I'll try and visit more.. it won't be another seven months. Luke will have a way to communicate with me for emergencies." He pauses, hands rubbing over your hair to comfort in any way that would help, lifting his face until your nose bumps his own. "I wouldnt able to live with myself letting you leave here yet... You have come so far, you have so much more to accomplish my sweet girl."
"Stay an extra day." Tomorrow morning was coming too fast, it breaks your heart knowing it would be months before laying eyes on your Mandalorian again. Din turns his head not being able to look you in the eyes that he can't, he promised Bo-Katan that he needed one day then he would be back to the war, it was bad timing as it is. The sniffles against his neck, the whine as he shifted inside her once again made him crack. "Anything for you baby, I love you so much. I'm sorry for before, did I hurt you? I -."
"It's okay, It's been a long time Din, I understand. It was perfect." It's doesn't take a rocket scientist to understand, the uncertainty of seven months and you couldn't find yourself to blame him.
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It's funny how missing someone works, it's been weeks since he's left but in the morning you find yourself not being able to move from the bed, the sheets still smell like him. Remember all the soft spoken words, the promises that he'll be back to you home, to him where you belonged.
Luke sits in front of you, Grogu on his lap as you try and concentrate but the small hands against your stomach make you frown, head tilting down at the green fingers that coo softly. He's been doing that very often lately. What a weird little creature.. cute but weird.
The soft huff that falls from Luke makes you pause, now question his eyes with your own. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, accomplishing what you failed to do. The force is strong with him, murmuring things of the past and impending future.
Now his hand covers the child's who lays his forehead against it. "He senses life. I feel it."
The words stun you, momentarily pausing as your mouth falls open. "I saw the future, I saw your baby due in months time. Another generation of Jedi."
And the heir to the Mandalorian throne.
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sxdmoonchxld · 4 years ago
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Proven Wrong | KTH
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Taehyung x reader
Words: 4k+
Genre: smut
Warnings: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Very Big Dick Tae, Like Scary Big, Like Gut Splitting Big, Unrealistic Sex, Belly Bulge, Bad Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Gets A Little Dubious Consent Towards The End
Summary: You call his dick small. He proves that it’s not, by wrecking your pussy ;)
a/n: again i use to be lizardsocial. this was my most popular story on here so im bringing it back as well. i think you can find the original one on here somewhere. i don’t expect it to get half as many notes it did the first time but thas okai. i’ve edited kinda heavily so it's a little different from the original. its filthier. anywhos. Enjoy!
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Loud music blasted throughout your apartment, the rumbling bass from the speakers reverberated through your bedroom walls. Pictures and posters rippled with each vibration, struggling to retain their original position. You groaned in annoyance, you honestly thought your request was quite simple. Just a couple of hours. 120 minutes of quietness was all you asked for so that you could study for your upcoming calculus test. He knew how important this exam was to you. He evened 'pinky promise, cross your heart hope to die'. That he would give you the silence needed to stay focused. And everyone knew you don't break a pinky promise.
Even now in your annoyance, his voice still played on a constant loop in your head.
"Oh! Yea ___, not a problem. I can keep it quiet for you. So don't you worry a hair on your pretty little head!" Taehyung had said, waving his hand in the air feigning nonchalance.
That cute signature boxy smile of his planted face. You actually thought that for once he would keep his word, and you could get some precious studying time, but no. The tiny 2-bedroom shared apartment was full of heavy jazz music and high-pitched shrieking from what sounded like a cat being skinned alive. Who even listens to jazz music when trying to fuck?
The last thread of patience had now been pulled too thin and finally snapped. Your desire to study was gone with the wind, and in its place, irritability and wrath began to take root. You slammed your laptop closed and threw it to the end of the bed along with your papers and textbook. Jumping out of bed, you stomped your way out of the bedroom, eyes searching frantically for your target.
"Taehyung!" You yelled once you began to process the scene that was in front of you. The living room was in shambles, Taehyung's phone was hooked up to the speaker, the volume loud enough you swore angels in heaven could hear. An empty soda bottle, chip bags and clothes littered the floor. Don't even get you started on the couch pillows! Your one of a kind thrift finds were strewn all over the place. You felt your blood pressure rising, the vein at your temple fattening in rage and pulsing wildly. Your jaw threatening to ache from how hard you were grinding your teeth out of anger.
Your eyes investigated the vicinity for Taehyung and low and behold there he was on the now bare couch. Lying underneath him was the source of the vexatious screeches. He was dry humping on some random chick with his mouth fiercely attached to her neck, deep purple bruises vivid from where you stood across the room. You rolled your eyes at the pair. You knew damn well Taehyung's thin lips and weak thrusts didn't call for all that useless screaming. 
You stomped over to the speaker, your sock padded feet slapping against the hardwood floor, and yanked the cord from the wall. Already the apartment was halfway quiet except for the banshee that was still squawking her head off.
"Hey! Shut the fuck up with all that noise!" You roared, scaring the girl and finally bringing their attention to your heated figure. Taehyung separated his lips from the girl's neck with a wet smack dislodging himself from between her spread thighs.
"Y/n, so nice of you to join us. How is studying going?" Taehyung spoke with a grin plastered on his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach out and slap it off. He knew that you couldn't or anybody for a fact, could study with all the noise that was just previously filling the confines of the apartment. Yet here he was playing with the smidge of patience you had left by trying to simulate naiveté.
"All I asked was for you to be silent so that I could study for my upcoming test, and you said that you would. But instead, I am interrupted by your noisy ass music. Jazz music at that and this bitch here screaming at the top of her lungs!" You growled out between clenched teeth. The female gasped at your words embarrassment transforming her features, while Taehyung sat there with a blank look on his face, apparently unamused with your little rant.
"Oh my! Please excuse my rude roommate Mino. Obviously, her parents forgot to teach her basic manners. Let me walk you to the door." Taehyung spoke his fluffy curls swaying with the shakes of his head. A look of disappointment aimed your way as he began helping her gather her things and walking her to the front door.
"Umm, actually my name is Mina." She corrected Taehyung, but you could see it on his face that he could care less about the girl's name. Taehyung looked at her for a few seconds, as if he was processing the correct information of the girl's name.
"Yeah. Mona, that's what I said, isn't it?" Taehyung deadpanned, pushing her through the front door. Mina huffed at the fact that Taehyung continued to get her name wrong. You observed the pitiful interaction as you began to clean up the mess they made. You could tell from the look in Mina's eyes that she wanted more with Taehyung, but you knew that would never happen. Taehyung was a manwhore, a fuckboy, man thot, whatever the preferred term was. He had a new girl every night, and if he did try the whole "relationship smorgasbord" as he called it. The relationship usually didn't last for more than a week, before he was on to his next conquest.
"Tae?" You questioned meekly.
"Hmm?" He hummed head-turning slightly in your direction.
"Why do you do these things to me." You were genuinely curious as to why he made it his mission to push your every button. This wasn't the first time his action has hindered you from completing an important task. You just didn't understand why he chose to make your life more complicated than it already was.
"Awe is little __ j-jealous?" Taehyung taunted in a high-pitched voice used to entertain babies or puppies.
"Huh?!" You gasped choking on your saliva.  Shit, you almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast you swung your neck to make full eye contact.
"Did you wish that was you, I was grinding on?" Taehyung continued to taunt as he walked into the kitchen to rinse his mouth out with water. That Mina girl had put way too much perfume on her neck. Now he was left with a sour aftertaste in his mouth. It tasted cheap, and Taehyung didn't do cheap.
If he was sincere with himself, he did wish it was you he was giving all his attention instead of these random girls. He considered you cute and innocent, with an air of sexiness. That he was pretty sure you weren't conscious of. In all actuality, Taehyung was smitten with you from the first time he saw when you came to ask about the roommate needed sign he had posted. The cute little freshman with a quirky personality and full of ambition. Those first 10 minutes of meeting you had him sprung like no other.  You were way different from the usual girls he was used to. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise since most just wanted to fuck, have money spent on them. Oh! Of course, the bragging rights, that they actually got to fuck THE Kim Taehyung.
Don't get him wrong, there had been a countless amount of times he had tried to gain your attention. But you were too busy holed up in your room with your pretty little head stuck in a book to give him the time of day. So instead Taehyung reverted back to his middle school ways and chose to torment and irritating you as a way to receive some type of reaction from you. He would take whatever he could get, he was becoming that desperate.
"What exactly did I have to be jealous of? You do know she was faking it right? I didn't think you to be so naive Tae, because you and I both know that them thin ass lips-" You stopped to point at the box that made up his mouth. "And that speck in your pants that you call a dick can't make anyone scream." You declared assuredly, moving your pointer finger down to his crotch. Pride and confidence swelled in your chest at the insult thrown at him. 'Good one __'
Taehyung spat out the water he was swishing around in his mouth and whipped his head in your direction. Did you just stand there and try to insult his manhood? Nah, clearly his hearing had to be a little off, right?
"Excuse me, what did you just say? My ears must be failing me." Taehyung said wiping the stray droplets of water from his mouth, sticking a finger in his ear to loosen the imaginary earwax there. Amused, he sauntered towards you, a ghost of a smirk rising on his face.
"You heard me, Mr.Kim. Your micropenis couldn't pleasure anything but your hand if even that." You said backing up, as he prowled closer to you, his shoulder in a tense bunch raised close to his ears. Any amusement his face could have held was gone, in its place was a dark, unreadable expression. His mouth fixed in a firm line, and the tip of his ears blossomed red. Flames of anger and lust flashing in his chocolate eyes.
"My sweet __, nothing about me is little. I can guarantee that." Taehyung growled out, his already deep voice deepened in tone. You scoffed trying to portray indifference but continued backing away from his advancing until your back made contact with the wall. Shit.
Taehyung placed his hands beside your head, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered softly as you breathe in his rich cologne encased your senses, dark, woodsy with just a hit of a floral note. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your features before settling on your lips. You self-consciously licked them before tucking them between your teeth. Taehyung leaned his face closer to yours.
"Such a pretty little mouth you have. Has anyone told you how troublesome it could be though?" Taehyung questioned, his thumb on his left coming up to your upper lip.
You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, feel your cheeks heat up, and dare you say; a gush of wetness in the seat of your boy shorts.  The sexual tension was too powerful for your weak defences. Against your better judgment, you let your eyes flutter closed, and lips pucker expectantly anticipating the moment his lips would meet yours. Except Taehyung had other plans.
He shifted his head to the right, placing a gentle kiss on the lobe of your ear. Slowly moving his lips up to the outer shell of your ear.
You couldn't help the surprised moan that left your mouth as you unconsciously tilted your head back, offering your neck to his probing advances.
"Would you like me to prove you wrong?" Taehyung challenged in a whisper. His deep voice sending shocks of pleasure zinging down your spine. He trailed his lips down your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the surface. You had to choke back the moan that threatened to escape you at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.
"N-no, Taehyung." You panted breathlessly.
"I don't feel like finding my glasses to look at something too small for the naked eye to see." You spoke, resolute on getting in one last insult. Taehyung pulled his face away from your neck, growling at your words.
"Haha, hilarious." He laughed humorously.
He pulled your body away from the wall, hoisted you up over his shoulder with a small grunt, and made his way to his bedroom. Kicking the door open before unceremoniously throwing you on his plush king-sized bed. 'Not good'.
Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed staring at you with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes. His chest heaved heavily with anger or arousal, you weren't sure. But based on the sizable tent in his pants, you could guess the latter.
"Taehyung! I already told you I don't want to see your baby-." You started but was cut off by Taehyung grabbing your ankles and pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, pouncing on you. His lips met yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. The kiss was sensual and firm, but you could tell he was holding back.
Taehyung snaked his hand up your body, and into your hair, giving it a sharp tug. You gasped at the slight pain giving him a clear path to ease his tongue into your mouth, coiling itself around your own, deepening the kiss further. He thoroughly explored your mouth not leaving one surfaced untouched by his tongue, greedily swallowing your needy moans. Fuck he tasted good. Like oranges and burnt sugar.
Taehyung detached from your mouth to remove his shirt and to help you remove your tank top as-well. Your nipples pebbling from the chilly air and arousal. His eyes studied your body, you wanted so badly to shield yourself away from his unwavering stare.
"You're so beautiful. I've waited so long for this." Taehyung whispered before attacking your throat with kisses. You whined out in pleasure, your hips bucking up with every love bite he delivered, your body was aching in need for more.
"Tae. P-please more. G-give me m-more." You keened in between pants of air.
Your hips now undulated in tiny circles as Taehyung trailed his kisses down your neck, to your breast. He sucked and bit the soft skin around your nipple lightly. Soon his tongue gently wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth, while his hand teased the other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. Your moans were increasing in volume, at his assault.
Your legs widened on their own accord, making more room for Taehyung. Your pussy was weeping profusely. The boy shorts you were wearing were thoroughly drenched, and with each movement of your hips, your arousal perfumed the air. Releasing your nipple, he continued his way down your chest, moving his lips across your stomach. Down, down he goes until he's kissing you down to where your torso joins your pelvis. He trained his eyes on you, eager to see your reaction as he pulled your boy shorts off from your body with a wet smack.
"Tell me what you want love. Use your big girl voice for me." Taehyung cooed in a provoking tone. You would have told him to fuck off if it wasn't for his mouth hovering right over your clenching core, his hot breath attacking your pussy lips.
"Cat got your tongue? You sure did have a lot of things to say earlier." Taehyung teased once more. You moaned with each word he said, your hips thrusting upwards, hoping to find his mouth.
"Please! Just touch my pussy, lick it, do something! Stop teasing me!" You urged, bringing your hands up to stimulate your breast, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take. You could feel your essence seeping between your ass cheeks and coating the bed. The dull ache in your stomach was intensifying, and he had barely touched you.
"Mmm, well since you begged nicely." Taehyung replied, wasting no time in attacking your pussy. His broad tongue licked wide strips up against your pussy. Splitting your lips with the appendage with each pass to dip his tongue into your pulsating hole. Your hands found his soft brown hair as your back arched off the bed, pushing your cunt deeper into his face.
"Y-yeahfuck! Like that it's so good!" You whined slurring your words.
Taehyung shifted his probing muscle's attention to your clit, attacking it with kitten licks. You shouted loudly, as your thighs were beginning to shake. The coil in your stomach tightening almost painfully. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, your knees were hitched higher up almost touching your chest in this position.
But this way, he had much more leverage to devour you. The comforter on his bed bunching uncomfortably beneath your ass but at this moment you gave zero fucks. Taehyung had total control now, showing no remorse as your upper body thrashed about on the bed. Your hands were no longer able to reach his hair, so you opted for your own instead, pulling harshly on your roots.
"Fuck, Taehyung!" You wailed shrilly. Taehyung chuckled at the sounds you were making, remembering your words from earlier he couldn't wait to hear what you sounded like taking his dick.
He then rubbed two thick fingers in the abundance of fluids that your pussy was producing and gently eased them into your tight core.
"Not only is baby girl surprisingly noisy, but she's also pretty tight too." You clenched even more around his fingers, your wall throbbing wildly around them.  
"I can't wait to feel you around my dick." Taehyung moaned sucking your clit into his mouth, delivering hard sucks as his fingers pumped into you at a moderate speed. Sadly, the introduction of his fingers was your undoing. You couldn't help as your legs stuck straight in the air. Body arching off the bed and bowed forward as your orgasm hit you like a freight train knocking the wind from your lungs.
Your eyes were shut tightly, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung had a hard time holding you down but continued his assault on your creaming pussy. He slurped as much of your cream as he could, absolutely addicted to the way you tasted.
"T-Tae, stop-p." You called out to him pathetically. Your intense orgasm had passed, but he was still thrusting shallowly inside your tight core, lapping at your clit. The oversensitivity was becoming too much, as you struggled to wiggle away from him. Taehyung withdrew his fingers and ceased his licking with one last kiss on your clit, making you flinch at the contact.
Taehyung beheld your fucked out appearance with pride. Your legs splayed open, displaying your spasming cunt. The way your chest was swiftly rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hair stood up in every direction from your previous pulling, body trembling with aftershocks, and all he did was eat you out and finger you.
"Wow." You mumbled your eyes closing, sleep trying to claim you.
"Oh, nonono. I'm not done with you yet." Taehyung proclaimed, flipping you onto your stomach. He had to admit he was the hardest he had ever been in his life. His pants were now unbearably tight, and a wet spot at the crotch of his pants started to become visible. Taehyung tugged the offending material off hissing as his massive erection made contact with the air, free from being confined. You lifted yourself with jelly arms onto your knees, wanting to see what the commotion was behind you.
You choked on your spit for the second time today, as your eyes made contact with the angry red monster Taehyung called his cock. Not only was he unbelievably thick; a little bigger than your wrist, but he was also long. In his hands was the living definition of a third leg. He was crazy if he actually thought that would fit inside of you?
"Fuck that shit!" You cursed trying to scramble to the headboard of the bed, but Taehyung halted your escape, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back.
He would have laughed at your reaction, but he was too turned on, there was so much blood rushing to his cock he felt lightheaded. He wasted no time in putting you back in your previous position. Pulling your ass up so that it was sticking in the air and your torso was lying flat on the bed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Tae! Wait...you can't be serious!" You tried pleading with him terrified that thing he called his dick was going to tear you apart.
"Not so little am I baby?" He snickered
Don't worry, you can take it I'll go slow." Taehyung groaned his voice strained, his arousal was beginning to take a toll on him. Taehyung grabbed his shaft and brought the bulbous tip of his cock to rub against your clit. You mewled with pleasure, his tip was hot and the pre-come he was leaking added to the sensation of relaxing and reigniting your body.
Taehyung continued to stroke his tip along your clit thoroughly coating it with your thick fluids. He placed the thick head at your entrance, your juices helping him to slide in. He watched in amazement as your leftover cum gather around the head of his cock in a coating out creamy white. Your body tensed up at the massive intrusion, your cunt pulsated wildly around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.
"Baby relax, you're squeezing so tight." Taehyung moaned out affected by your spasming core. He reached his hand underneath your body and strummed at your clit once again, coxing you to relax.
Taehyung took your distraction as his cue to shove the offending length inside your prone pussy. You squealed at the sudden fullness and intense burning. Bucking your hips, trying to dislodge him. It was too much to take, especially at this position. Your pussy was going to rip in half.
"B-bi-iig-g. To-o mu-ch." You whined out stuttering horribly.
Taehyung gripped your hips harder to stop your fitful twisting and bucking. He felt as though he was about to explode you were so damn tight and wet, your bucking didn't help his case any either. He didn't wait this long to finish early. He refused to be a one pump chump. Taehyung reached his hand back underneath your body to locate your clit, rubbing it in firm tight circles, to help relax you, and sure enough; like magic, after you adjusted to his massive size, your body was suddenly filled with mind-numbing pleasure. Your whimpers turned into loud groans as you threw your hips back onto Taehyung, giving him the okay to start moving.
"Hell yeah. That's it, baby girl work this tight little cunt on my cock." He grunts before he withdrew his length and slammed back in, his dick splitting your sensitive walls, hitting every spot inside your clenching cunt. His strokes were fast, broad, and powerful, never had you felt so full in your life. Your mouth was gaped open, as shrieks of pleasure fell from your jaws, drool dripped from your lips, and dots blurred your vision. You could feel him in your guts, branding himself inside you. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, ready to release what was no doubt, going to be the most intense orgasm your body was about to experience. Taehyung could feel your core tightening up further, your tight little pussy was far better than he could have expected, he wanted to punch himself for waiting this long to indulge in you.
"You're taking this big cock so well, baby. Such a good girl." Taehyung growled.
"But I have a secret to tell you." You shivered as he stopped mid-stroke. You felt the warmth and damp skin of his torso drape over your back. Like pudding in his hands. You didn't even flinch as he brought his large callused hands up through the part in your breast to wrap around your throat.
Ever so slightly he squeezed the sides of your neck, you felt him throb in your stomach as you clenched even tighter around him at the action. Slowly he lifted your head up with his hand still on your neck. Again he squeezed. Bringing his lips down to your ear, he said, "Would you believe me if I said you're only taking half of me in."
The way your jaw dropped and your eyes bugged out of your head would have been comical. If you weren't genuinely terrified, that is.
"O-nly half! That's impossible I swear your touch my small intestine already." You tried to look back to see if he was lying or not, but he tightened his hold on your neck, forcing your head back to look up at him. Your body was now bowed in an almost perfect 'C' shape. You felt his other hand snake around your abdomen and press on the bulge that was his cock poking through your stomach. Again he throbbed in excitement.
"You were talking such a big game earlier baby girl, what happened? Surely you could all of a dick that's as little as mine. Right?" Taehyung scolded in your ear.
Little by little, he began pulling you more on his cock by your neck. And fuck he really wasn't lying he really had more length to feed your cunt.
"Ta-ae, pleaseplease n-o more-e, I can't take it m-my stomach hurts." You whined
"Hmm? But you're so close to taking all of me in. Just a few more inches, and I'll be all in." He responded.
Not wasting any more time he released your neck, and before you could fall down to the bed. He locked his fingers in your hair and firmly yanked, lifting you off the mattress, and into his arms, allowing himself the rest of the way in.
You screamed out as his hips met your ass with a wet smack. The increase in pressure coupled with the new position broke the levee to your release. You trembled uncontrollably as your orgasm started from your toes. Quickly spreading to your arms and head before finally spreading throughout your whole body, you were rendered speechless as your orgasm claimed you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as a burst of white light flashed behind your eyes, incoherent sounds of what was supposed to be Taehyung's name filled the space around you.
Through it all Taehyung continued to fuck into you almost violently, allowing your cores convulsions to wash over him. His body dripped with sweat as he briefly picked up his speed, his hips beginning to stutter. He held your thrashing body close to his as delivered his last couple of thrusts before moaning loudly and exploding his hot seed inside of your wrecked cunt.
You both fell breathlessly on the mattress, sweat polishing your skin, exhaustion quickly making its way to claim you. Taehyung pulled slowly out of your battered and swollen pussy. On wobbly legs, walked to the restroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess that was between your thighs. You moaned at the textured touch of the cloth and the dampness of it soothing the hot burn from your pussy.
Your whole body was numb, and you were utterly worn out, so much so, that when Taehyung pulled you into his arms, you didn't even argue.
In the morning you will definitely be having a word with him. But for now, you let his racing heartbeat lull you to some much-needed sleep.
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