#sexy face with the red cheeks after working hard in practice

[httpiastri]

JACKIEEEEE WE GOT THE ICE BATH CONTENT!!! I can’t believe it omg 😭😭😭😭 not as a show off as Lando but IM SCREAMING

fuuuuuck i love him so much

my eyes are literal hearts, he’s the cutest baby in the world

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sexy Nurse » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

October 26th

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s wife (the reader) dresses up in a nurse costume for Halloween and decides that she wants to have some fun with her husband.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, role play, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, Sergeant kink, size kink, praise kink, pet names (doll, babydoll, doll face)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

“Doll, I’m home!” Bucky’s voice echoed through the house.

He frowned when you didn’t run and jump into his arms like you normally do when he comes home.

“Doll, you home?” He asks.

You walked out down the stairs, stopping on the bottom one. Bucky’s jaw practically dropped to the floor when he seen you. You’re wearing a nurse’s costume. Not just an ordinary nurse’s costume. A sexy nurse’s costume with your red lace bra peaking out the top of it and matching red lace panties.

“I’ve been expecting you, Sergeant Barnes.” You say seductively.

“Y-You have?” He stutters.

“Of course I have. You’re my husband and most important my patient.” You say.

Bucky was speechless. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“You comin’, Sergeant?” You asked, turning around.

Bucky was hot on your trail as you walked up the stairs to yours and his bedroom. He closed the door behind him after he walked in the bedroom. You used all of your strength to pin him against, catching Bucky by surprise. You placed your lips on his, kissing him hungrily. You moved your lips to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey behind.

“Tell me, Sergeant. Are you in any kind of pain?” You asked.

Bucky gently grabbed your hand and placed it over his clothed cock causing you to playfully gasp.

“Can you help me with this, nurse?” He asks, playing his part.

“Of course I can.” You say.

You sunk down to your knees. You unbuckled his belt and worked on the button and zipper of his jeans. You pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out, his tip leaking with precum. You wrapped your hand around it, slowly jerking him off.

“How’s that feel, Sergeant?” You asked, looking up at him and innocently batting your eyelashes.

“So fucking good.” Bucky moans.

You licked and gently sucked on his tip causing Bucky to throw his head back against the door. He loves it when you do that.

“I have something else that’ll make you feel better.” You say, standing up.

You slowly unbuttoned your costume, letting it fall off your body, revealing your red lace lingerie to him.

“Can you help me with this, Sergeant?” You asked, turning around for him to unclasp your bra.

Bucky expertly unclasped your bra with one hand. You slid your panties down your legs, bending over and giving him a great view of your wet pussy.

“You gonna strip for me?” You asked, looking over your shoulder.

Bucky quickly took his clothes off, throwing them all over the room. You grabbed his hand and led him to the bed.

“Laid down for me please.” You say.

Bucky laid down on his back. You got on top of him, your wet cunt hovering over his hard cock. You leaned down and kissed him hungrily. Bucky’s hands wandered your body, stopping on your ass cheeks and giving them a squeeze. You gasped, pretending to be surprised by his actions.

“Getting handsy there, aren’t you, Sergeant?” You giggled.

“Only for you, doll face.” He smirks.

You reached your hand in between the two of you and lined his cock up at your entrance. You slowly sunk down on his cock. Your jaw dropped, letting out an inaudible moan. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut as he threw his head back against the mattress.

“You’re so big, Sergeant!” You gasped.

You placed your hands on his muscular chest to steady yourself. You rose yourself up so only his tip was left inside of you and sunk back down.

“How’s the feel, Sergeant?” You asked.

“Feels like heaven.” Bucky moans.

Bucky’s hands made their way to your hips, helping you move faster on his cock.

“Sergeant!” You moaned loudly.

“How’s that feel, nurse?” Bucky asks with a smirk.

“Amazing!” You moaned.

Your fingernails dug into the skin of his muscular chest making him groan at the feeling. One of your hands snaked down to your clit and began rubbing it in circles causing your pussy to clench around his cock making Bucky moan at the feeling.

“Shit! You keep doing that, I won’t last long.” He moans.

Bucky noticed that you were starting to get tired so he decided to take over. He flipped the two of you over so you were on the bed and Bucky was hovering over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You grabbed the chain of his dog tags, tugging on them to giving him a much needed kiss. The kiss quickly got heated. You pulled away to moan loudly. Bucky kissed along your neck, biting down hard enough to leave hickeys behind causing you to gasp at the feeling. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him to fuck you harder.

“Harder!” You moaned desperately.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He hooked his arms under your knees and began pounding into you. You threw your head back against the mattress, moaning his name loudly.

“Making me feel so fucking good.” Bucky moans.

His lower abdomen rubbed against your clit causing your orgasm to come closer and closer. Your nails dug into his back when you felt the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“Oh fuck! Right there! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He says in almost a growl.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you as you came. Bucky fucked you through your orgasm, feeling his coming closer and closer.

“Ah fuck!” Bucky moans, laying his head on your shoulder.

His thrusts became sloppy. Your name fell from his lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Bucky collapsed onto of you, his cock was still inside of you. You two looked into each other’s eyes while panting. Bucky leaned down and kissed you passionately.

“That was so fucking hot.” Bucky says against your lips.

“Yea.” You agreed.

Bucky pulled out of you and laid down next to you. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You laid your head on his chest and played with his dog tags.

“Happy Halloween, Buck.” You say softly.

“Happy Halloween, doll.” Bucky says, kissing the top of your head.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[theemporium]

Sunshine comforting Daniel when he’s stressed 🥹

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Everyone had their off days.

He knew that. He really did. It was totally normal and human to have days where you didn’t feel the best, or didn’t work as hard as you could’ve. It was totally normal and human to have days where you just felt down or overwhelmed.

Daniel knew that.

But his bad days were broadcasted for the whole world to see, and it didn’t make things any easier. It had just been a series of events all fuelled by bad luck: a faulty car during practices, long pit stops, crashes caused by other drivers that left him as collateral.

None of it was his fault, but it didn’t make him feel any less responsible. He let fans down. He let the team down. He let himself down. The last stint of bad races were taking a toll on him, and bottling it up seemed to be working fine until now.

The smiles were harder to fake. The disappointment was harder to mask. The interviews felt like twisting the knife already jabbed into his stomach. And the comments from fans online only added salt to the wound.

It was media day. The start of a new race weekend. And usually, Daniel was good at letting things roll off his back and focus on the future. Until today, at least, when he found himself huddled in his driver's room, unable to find the guts to walk out to the rest of the paddock and pretend like he was okay.

It had been the PR manager who approached you. They couldn’t find Daniel. He wasn’t answering anybody’s calls or messages. And when they knocked on the driver’s room door, they received no answer even though it was locked.

They were worried, and if anyone could get through to him, it was you.

You didn’t think twice before you made your way over to the Red Bull motorhome. You ignored most of your colleagues, your one track mind set on finding your boy.

When you knocked on the door, nobody answered.

When you knocked again, you still received no answer.

It wasn’t until you spoke that Daniel finally opened the door.

“Danny? Baby, it’s me. Open up.”

The door flew open in less than thirty seconds, already shut and locked behind you before you even realised that he had dragged you into the room.

It took one look at your boy before you wrapped your arms around him, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck and his arms wound around your middle to hold you close.

“I’m sorry,” Daniel sobbed, his words slightly muffled but it didn’t stop them from making your chest tighten. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Danny,” you whispered softly, pulling back enough to cup his face in your hands. “Sorry for what? What did you do?”

Daniel let out a shaky breath. “The last few races—” He choked out but he was unable to finish.

But you knew. You always knew when it came to him.

“Don’t,” you muttered, shaking your head as your thumbs wiped away the stray tears running down his cheeks. “Don’t apologise. Baby, listen to me. The last few races have been hard, but they are not your fault.”

He opened his mouth but you quickly interrupted.

“They’re not,” you stated. “And they don’t define you or your career. You’re a good driver, Danny. The grid knows it. The world knows it. I know it. And I’m not just giving you a pass because you’re sexy and my boyfriend.”

He let out a small laugh.

“You have no reason to apologise,” you said in a softer voice. “You hear me?”

“I just…ever since everything with McLaren, I feel like I need to prove myself,” he whispered, his words heavy and his eyes dark. “I need to prove I deserve my seat, that I deserve to be racing with the top teams—”

“You do. And the people who matter know that,” you told him, your fingers tracing soothing circles on his skin.

He nodded, his eyes falling shut as he leaned into your touch.

“And you don’t have to hide how you feel either,” you added after a few moments of silence. “Especially not with me.”

Daniel gulped, opening his eyes to find yours. His eyes were still a bit wet and glossy, but he seemed lighter than he did moments ago when he opened the door.

“I know,” he rasped. “And I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner.”

“We’re a team, remember? You suffer, I suffer,” you murmured.

Daniel laughed. “I’d rather neither of us suffer, Sunshine.”

“We take what life gives us,” you shrugged, something easing inside you when your boy smiled. “How about we chill in here for a bit before they drag you away to media?”

“Breaking the rules now? Who are you and what did you do to my Sunshine?” Daniel gasped, laughing when you jokingly slapped his chest. But he just pulled you closer, nuzzling himself against you once again. “Let’s stay in here forever, yeah?”

“It’s a little cramped but yeah, forever sounds good.”

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[ultram0th]

Here, drink this vial and then go to bed, and in the morning, you’ll be a completely different person…

You started to come to after what felt like a few short seconds. It was an odd sensation that you were hit with at first: a sort of weightlessness, akin to being blackout drunk. You tried to blink a couple of times to clear your blurry vision, but it didn’t work. All you saw was a fuzzy darkness, like your eyes were covered by a blanket.

You made a move to remove the cloth from before your eyes, except you couldn’t move at all. Fear began to wash over you as you struggled to move a muscle, but you were paralyzed in place. You couldn’t even feel your arms, making you wonder if you even had any. You attempted to open your mouth to call out for help, but no movement occurred and you were left silent.

You began to panic as you felt trapped in this obscure prison where you could barely see or move. You began to register an odd sensation of being stuffed, like you were stretched to the limit. It felt strangely comforting and almost sexual in a way, turning you on as you felt as if your skin was being pulled taut due to some large object being pressed against you.

“Dude, I’m telling you, this thing must be magic because I keep getting hard every time I wear it,” you heard a deep, manly voice say from close by — practically next to you.

There was movement detectable, like something was twitching as it pressed hard against you. 

“Lemme see,” another man’s voice came out.

In a flash, the cloth from before your eyes was removed. It took a second for your sight to adjust to the light in the room, and you wanted to scream out in agony as you realized what had happened to you.

You stared in the mirror in some sort of gym locker room, seeing nothing but a shiny blue thong that was stretched to the limit around a man’s massive cock. It all dawned on you, and you began to register every strange sensation that you’d felt earlier. The back of you was wedged tight between a pair of muscular ass cheeks. You even felt your wearer’s hole pressed against you, and it puckered as he reached down and rubbed a beefy hand across your blue face, toying with his hard cock. His cock stretched you to the limit and precum was dripping into you, filling you with an unwanted feeling of lust.

You panicked and frantically told yourself that you were dreaming, that there was no way you could be a thong that was wrapped around some stud’s massive cock. But no matter what, his hard cock was thrusted against you and you loved every second of it. And you were so turned on by his ass that swallowed you, so big that you could only dream of ever covering it.

“You’re such a slut,” the other man laughed.

Your owner blushed as he kept grabbing at himself over you. “I can’t help it, Dude,” he moaned. “Every time I wear these, I j-just get so fuckin’ turned on.”

Despite the horror you initially felt, your internal wiring reworked itself to lust over your owner. He was so sexy with his gym-built physique and massive, veiny cock that always stretched you to bursting. You loved it whenever he wore you, and even more when he came inside you.

As if on command, your owner spasmed and shot a large load into you. “Ughhh!” he moaned loudly as he came, having to rest one of his hands on the mirror as he tried to catch his breath.

“Damn, that was quick,” his friend laughed.

“I don’t know what came over me there,” your owner panted, his face beet red.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how hot that was and how much you loved to be covered in your owner’s cum which coated you. You began to long for more and desperately thought of him cumming all over again—

“Uuughh!” you owner spasmed a second time, shooting another load into you.

You paused in thought, a light at the end of the tunnel appearing. There was no way, right? Well, you were already a thong, so it is possible.

Cum, you mentally commanded.

On cue, your owner tensed up his muscles and shrieked in pleasure as his large cock leapt and unleashed a third load into you, completely drenching you.

You were filled with mischievous pleasure as it dawned on you that although you were your owner’s thong, you were in control of his cock from now on. Maybe things were truly better off this way. And you’re also a pretty shade of blue to match those eyes you used to have.

[sanspuppet]

Was thinking about how hard San would fuck you, cuz, shit he's an ass man kaspdiwjwbd 🫠

Think:

He had a hard day of work, stressed about the incoming new album, and tired after hours of dance practice. When he got home he finds you in bed, wearing his favorite lingerie he brought for you, last Saturday. You wore it because you perfectly knew, he would immediately turn on at the sight, and you wanted to help him "relaxing".

"Hi Sannie..." you chuckled seeing his surprised face, with a mist of enjoyment and sudden needyness. He looked at you, smirking, his dimples popping out of his cheeks. San headed towards you, making his bag fall on the floor, you were now his only priority. He layed on the bed, next to you, his eyes staring perversely at your ass. He couldn't help but dragging one of his hands down your hips, palming your tights. You looked at his focused expression, sparkles in his eyes, making your heart melt by the true love he felt for you.

"Baby... can i take those off of you?" he asked you, looking intensely at your sexy panties. Once you nodded, with a smirk in your face, he sat on top of you, and dragged them down. The sight of your already wet pussy, made his crotch even more hard, that you could now see perfectly his erection through his pants. He bent down, reaching your mouth, and placed soft kisses on your juicy lips.

"I can take no more..." he whispered at you, and licked your earlobe. His hands dragging down sweetly through your neck, till your bra. San massaged your clothed tits, leaving a whine escape from your mouth.

"Thought you would be rougher." you said, teasing him by palming his toned chest.

"I'll be soon. If you let me."

You nodded, and dragged down his pants unexpectedly, making him gasp at the feeling of his exposed legs.

"Ruin me." you said lastly, before he turned you on your hands and knees, admiring your beautiful shapes from behind. He took off his boxers, letting his hard cock free, red and pulsing rhythmically from the excitement. He didn't wait a second before pushing himself inside of you, which made you instantly moan by the sudden pleasure. He slipped in and out of you a few times, adjusting his position. After that he started to pound you insanely fast and deeply, you just loved to feel his dick filling you completely and hitting your g-spot continuously. His right hand holding your hair back, while the other one was placed on your ass, trying to make you stay still while he pushed himself into you so hard. Your choked moans, the only thing he could think about, as a certainty he was making you feel so fucking good. The sound of his hips slapping against yours, was echoing inside the room. Your neighbors probably (perfectly) knowing what was going on, because of your loud moans and whines:

"San! Fuck! Ah-!"

"Yeah fuck-" his low groans were so fucking hot. "Gonna ruin that pretty pussy of yours. So tight- fuck!"

You arched your back, as you finally reached your climax, your legs and arms started shaking, you couldn't take more of that. Your walls clenching hardly around his dick, and your pussy extremely wet.

"Yeah baby, cum around my cock, be a good slut for your boyfriend"

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also wanted to thank you all for reaching 50 followers in just... like a week? 💕

[hyperfixat]

~725 word interlude for the yandere lucifer thing i posted a bit ago!!

pt one

Why is he always last to the punch? All sound and sight blurs as his sight zeros in on the red, scabbing mark on the juncture where your shoulder meets your neck. He can’t tell what his brothers are saying, what you are saying it’s static.

Someone’s laid claim on you. Lucifer doesn’t know who, doesn’t care who, because he knows it was one of his brothers’ vile fangs staking you. It should be him, his mark, his teeth tasting you, not them.

Shouldn’t they have at least asked before marking you up. He’s the reason you can stay, he keeps you here, and they ignore his authority.

Breakfast tastes like soot, all he can see is your neck with bite marks that aren’t his. A feral desire stirs inside Lucifer, to claim you as his, to hold you above his siblings. He can share, he can, it’s just that he should be the first in line, your choice, if you had to choose.

Lucifer abruptly dismisses himself, leaving a half eaten plate in his seat, which will be snatched away the second his footsteps are out of earshot of Beelzebub. He mutters some excuse about Lord Diavolo, desperate to keep his cool in front of you. No, you can’t see this vile envy burning through his heart.

Paperwork serves as a lousy distraction. It is bland and repetitive and there is nothing to stop his mind from wandering.

He wonders if you’d let him stake a claim as bold as a bite on you? Would you allow him to draw blood? The thought alone makes his head spin. He can almost taste you already and then quill in his hand snaps.

MC <3

Lucifer: If you would come to my office after class, I have something to discuss with you.

MC: Sure!

MC: i’m not in trouble am i?

Lucifer: No. I simply wish to talk.

MC: (posing demoji, smiling with stars, cheekily posed.)

Good. Satisfaction swirls in Lucifer’s chest and he grabs a new pen and resumes his work.

Time cannot melt away fast enough, and no matter how hard he throws himself into the papers, you possess his mind. He’s nearly insane by the time you gently crack his door open, peeking a single eye into the room to spot him before coming in.

Your uniform is ruffled from a long day at school, and his hands itch to fix it for you, but more importantly. “Which one of my brothers bit you?”

You flush a beautiful pink and suddenly Lucifer finds himself a tiny bit less upset at the situation.

“Mammon.” You shift under his heavy gaze.

“Why did you let him?”

“He asked nicely.”

“I find myself wondering, if I asked nicely, would you let me take a claim on you?”

“Oh,” your heart thumps wonderfully beneath the skin of your neck, his fingers trace up to your face, your jaw. You’re so beautiful when he has you like this.

“Hmm? Will you indulge me, little one? Let me taste you, and mark up your pretty neck?”

Lucifer pecks little kisses along the column of your throat, basking in the stutter of your breath.

“Yes,” you manage.

Lucifer smiles and gives a small love bite to a vein in your neck.

“Thank you, little star.” He practically purrs the words.

“But!” You regain a bit of yourself, less lost to his charm. “You have to ask nicely.”

“Oh?” Lucifer laughs. The laugh when he knows he’s about to do something really cool and sexy. With that he kneels on the floor in front of you, unleashing his wings, horns, and other various demonic changes.

He reached for your hand and places a kiss on your wrist.

“Won’t you allow me the greatest pleasure of claiming you as my own? It would be my deepest honor, little one.” And if he doesn’t absolutely live for the blush that coats your cheeks at that. His long eyelashes shadow his undereye gorgeously.

“Yes,” you stare at him as he pulls himself to his feet. Lucifer makes a show of grinning with his fangs on display, giving you a preview of what he’s about to bite you with. It makes your knees weak. Such a powerful demon using one of his sharpest assets on you in a way you trust him to not bring you lasting harm.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Babe I hope your doing well can I request Kai and Angel in bed with their clothes all over the floor after doing their sexy things Angel wakes up and Angel gets hungry so thinking Kai lives alone she gets his iconic jacket with just her bra and underwear and goes to the kitchen to make breakfast as she’s making breakfast chrono comes to make coffee and he’s surprised about a random female in the yakuza house as both of them are asking each other questions Kai walks in still sleepy grabs Angel by her waste and pulls her towards him as he kisses her cheek until he notices chrono is there too

I don't know if reader is just obvious or just ignored all the bodyguards but oh well is funny-

The morning came and you could only groan at the feeling of the sunshine blinding lights hitted you directly on your eyesight.

Keeping your complain at bay you sat up carefully while rubbing your face a bit... exhaustion still clearly present as a certain pain on your legs made its appearance.

When you were about to question why you were with that pain you froze at the bed shifting the slightest bit... turning your head to your side you watched the man who made love to you last night completely out like a light despite the time of the morning.

His usual covered lips were now in display, slightly parted as now at then some very quiet snore escaped him... a mess of a brown hair all around the pillow and his golden eyes now closed in total peace on his slumber...

You smiled and carefully pulled the covers up to his naked shoulders... fully knowing that asides from a pair of black boxers he wore nothing. A sight you could admire all day if it wasn't for the sudden rumble of your stomach.

Brushing his bangs away a bit to kiss his forehead, a action it would prompted your boyfriend to scowl if he was awake, you carefully slipped out of bed... hoping and praying that he wouldn't wake up just yet since you wanted him to rest a bit longer.

Looking at all the clothes on the floor you mentally cringed at only imagining Kai's reaction to it as you started to collect to put all of them on the wash bin that was on his bathroom.

While doing that you spotted his iconic green purple feathered jacket, the past item you were suppose to put to wash later, as you holded at arm's length only to snort at your boyfriend's awfully choice of clothing.... he usually wore things so pretty but this jacket of his was a true exception.

Despite your thoughts, you couldn't help but to bring the jacket close to you.. inhaling the natural scent of your partner made you smile instantly.

Another rumble of your stomach interrupted once again your actions and you didn't even think before putting the jacket on and leaving the bedroom.

It was tough to discover where the hell was a kitchen on that house... it was so big it was quite was hard to believe that Kai lived alone on this place.

"Finally..." You breathed in relief at finding the kitchen and you immediately get to work to make one of your favorite things to eat for breakfast.

While you were about to start, after finally a managing to finding the ingredients, you yelped at the sound of something breaking behind you and you almost screamed at the sigh of a total white haired stranger staring at you with wide Grey eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The male almost screamed before he gasped and looked away from you when you turned over to him, blushing crimson red.

... oh shit you were only wearing Kai's jacket and your underwear...

You quickly zipped the jacket to hide your body with a blush as well.

"Who am I?! Who are you?! I'm calling the cops!" You exclaimed as the male covered his eyes the best he could with his hands.

"Cops? You are inside a yakuza house, practically trespassing and basically almost naked and your first thought is calling the cops on someone that lives here?!"

"Wait, you live here?" You asked in astonished while the guy finally could look at you but still with red cheeks.

"I do, how did you even get in without the security spotting you and.... where the fuck did you got that?" He pointed at the jacket you were wearing.

"I... oh come on don't judge a woman for stealing her boyfriend's clothes!" You huffed and the guy only widened his eyes more.

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah! I thought he lived alone here! I didn't even thought he would have a roommate considering how he is!"

"Roommate...? Wait, hold on, so you're telling me that you got in without a trouble because you-" before he could finish his question a yawn interrupted him and both of you were turning heads at the man who just casually walked in to stand by your side to give your cheek a kiss like there wasn't anyone else in the room.

He merely blinked the sleep out of his eyes before boticing what you were wearing before scoffing, a dust oubj covering his pale face as he nuzzle his nose on the top of your hair.

"Thief... what are you even doing out of bed..?" He mumbled as his hands lowered a bit before groaning when you pushed them away "What?"

"Kai.." You almost growled too while pointing with your eyes at the astonished white haired dude that looked like he was about to faint.

When Chisaki finally looked up his sleepy golden eyes widened and he immediately pulled you to stay behind him.

"GET OUT OF HERE NOW! AVERT YOUR EYES THIS INSTANT YOU SCUMBAG!"

" WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING OVERHAUL?!"

.

.

"I thought that when you told me and the old man you were dating it was just bluff for him to get off your back in my defense." The man, now you knew as Kurono, mumbled as Kai glared daggers at him while you couldn't help but snort.

"I should take your eyes out for looking at her." He growled, a dark area manifesting around him and Chrono visibly flinched before his eyes widened at you placing a gently hand on Chisaki's shoulder.

"Now it wasn't his fault, you didn't told me you lived with other people." He watched in amusement that instead of getting yourself overhauled by your actions and words, you only received a click of the young man's tongue as he crossed his arms over his chest with the tip of his ears burning red.

"... I already like you. Kurono Hari." He bowed in respect as you laughed while your boyfriend only glared even more at his subordinate.

[fetishfairytales2]

Cheerleader Chaos (Brandi)

Cheerleader Chaos

Well hello there, all you perverted losers and ladies! It's not just my wimpy, sissy of a boyfriend who will be sharing with you. Today Princess Heather is here to have some fun as well! And let me tell you, humiliating my pathetic little sissy is an absolute blast. There's nothing quite like getting him all worked up and then leaving him hanging right on the edge while I show off my perfect body just to tease him.

 Poor sissy is left humping the air and begging for more, all while I make him spill some of his most embarrassing stories just for a chance to make a loser puddle. Here's one of my personal favorites that I had him share while I sat here, enjoying myself. 😉

The head cheerleader and her squad of plastic mean girls had a wicked glint in their eyes as they toyed with me. Their perfectly toned bodies on full display as they struck sexy poses, making sure to show off every inch of skin. "Oh, is this what the little pervert wanted, hmm? To get close to a bunch of hot girls? Well, you might get your wish, loser," the blonde sneered as her posse giggled in unison.

 "You must have been really desperate, creeping around in the cheerleaders' locker room," the fiery redhead added with mock concern. I was caught red-handed by the cheerleaders, in their locker room. "Uh-oh ladies, looks like this freshman loser might have been snooping around for some panties to sniff!" the captain teases, causing the girls to burst into another fit of laughter.

"Ew, what a fucking loser,” the redhead girl, Theresa, said with disgust, her perfectly manicured nails tracing a path across my bare chest. “You thought he could sneak in on us while we were practicing? How pathetic. Lucky for us, we caught you before you could ruin our underwear with your loser goo, huh?” The other girls couldn't help but giggle at this as she stood triumphantly over me.

"And let's be real,” she added as she squeezed my gagged cheeks; “that's probably the closest you'll ever get to being with a girl like me. You can thank me later for gagging you with my panties - you were so desperate for them, after all, weren’t you?” 

I was terrified when they first found me; “oh my god, look at this pathetic loser!” One of them had screamed when they saw me going through their clothing.  All 8 of them tackled me and couldn’t resist mocking me as they stripped me naked.

I squirmed and struggled, but they were too strong for me. It was so humiliating.They held me down and tied me to the bench. “Aww, look at his tiny little loser cock!” One of them squealed with laughter; “I think he’s getting hard from this! Oh my God, does this fucking freak like being humiliated?!” 

The flawless blonde captain, Ashley smirked while she confidently rested her hands on her hips. "Oh, if those panties taste a little salty?” She smirked; “it’s because Theresa wore them after spending some ‘quality time’ with her boyfriend this morning," she said with a sassy tone. 

“Maybe if we got some more manly protein in you, you wouldn't come off as such a desperate creep! She scoffed, rubbing her chin in mock contemplation. "But hey, I guess I can't blame you for trying. It's not like you have any other options." She gently stroked my cheek. "But let's keep our little game between us, shall we? We wouldn't want the entire school to find out about your pitiful fantasies, now would we?" I shook my head desperately.

“As soon as we're done with our little chat, you will comply with every command we give you without hesitation. If you refuse, we'll make sure that your reputation as a pathetic loser spreads to every corner of the school. So, for the rest of the semester, you'll be our little puppet and obeying our every whim. Got it? Good.” She gently slapped me on the face.

Six Months Later…

“Come on sissy!” the girls demanded, laughing at my exhaustion. "It's been six months already, and if you ever want to release that adorable little clitty out of its plastic pink prison, you had better learn to use your tongue! You promised us three orgasms each! We don't care how tired you are, get my pants off! Hurry up! We have to get to class. We're busy!"

“Gosh,” the other giggled; “I heard the cheer girlies were going to start using him to ‘motivate' the football team! Could you imagine how challenging that's going to be for the poor boy if he can't even lick pussy?” Her friend laughed at the thought; “someone's going to have to get him knee pads; he'll be down there for a while…"

One semester had turned into an entire school year, and the collection of photos capturing my humiliation made it clear that it wasn't going to end anytime soon.

[shieldofiron]

Trans femme re8 harringrove! Some soft porn in Lady billies giant bathtub!! (Maybe the bloodbath XD it's your choice!)

Yesssss. Lets bless each other with some hot sexy t4t lesbian sex.

TW dysphoria

also TW Blood everywhere, bro. TW Vampire Biting

Comparison was the thief of joy. Stevie knew this, it was practically a mantra at this point. It just hurt to compare herself to the other girls, so she tried her best to nip that right in the bud. She had put in the effort to be a girl, she had put in the time, and honestly, the money for it.

Still, her brain wasn't always on the same page. It hurt, to see effortlessness where she had to put in the damn work. It hurt, to look in the mirror. So some days it was easier not to look.

And then, everything had gone so spectacularly to shit. Her wife was gone. Their child, gone too. Nightmares became real again: And Stevie was too tired to look in the mirror, which honestly was probably a blessing at this point.

And then she'd come here. And comparison... well, comparison was hard.

Lady Billie was beautiful. Terrifying, but oh so beautiful. Like the barbies Stevie had stolen when she was a kid, but pale from being hidden in the closet. She was built like it too, mile long legs, full pouty lips, long blonde hair.

A real life vampire Barbie.

She thought Stevie was sort of funny. In her loose hoodie and jeans. Small, though Stevie was tall for a woman. But not compared to Billie.

Stevie kept waiting for the awful words, questions. The teasing look that cis women could have, like they were in on some sort of joke, and the joke was you. Being trans and butch, Stevie was used to it. Her gender wasn't always something girls "got." It sometimes felt like she was the only one in the world who got it.

But the questions never came. Lady Billie just looked with those sky blue eyes. After they'd gotten past the whole, "let me slice you to ribbons" part, it seemed like Lady Billie... wanted Stevie there? As if that was possible.

"Would you like to join me for a bath?" Lady Billie's voice echoed against the cold castle walls,

She had her back turned, a diaphanous, ivory robe draped over her shoulders.

Stevie fidgeted in the doorway, trying and failing to tear her eyes away from that broad back. Billie swept her long curls over her shoulder.

"Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

Lady Billie turned. Without her hat, the golden candlelight hitting her face painted her in a softer light. She was still wearing gloves, Stevie noted, her long elegant fingers trailed thoughtfully over the back of the vanity chair. Stroking the velvet softly... God, if Stevie thought it was possible...

But it wasn't. Obviously.

Billie rose, turning slowly. Stevie tried and failed again to keep her eyes to herself. High, firm breasts, and that waist and... OH.

Stevie's eyes flew to Billie's face.

Oh. Oh.

"No offense meant," Lady Billie cocked one hip, "But you smell, pretty girl."

Stevie blinked up at her, "You're trans."

"Yes," Billie's red lips curved up sensuously.

"Y-you know that I'm trans too."

Billie's smile didn't dim, "I know."

Stevie could only stare, breathing shallowly.

“Pretty girl,” Billy leaned down, her cold inhuman breath brushing Stevie’s cheeks, “The prettiest.”

She turned, and stepped slowly into a sunken bath, more the size of a small swimming pool. The robe pooled around her, laying across the water like frost on a pond. And then it turned a deep red, almost plummy. Stevie’s brain must not have been working because she followed as if hypnotized, walking right up to the edge.

“Join me,” Lady Billie beckoned, “I promise, I won’t bite. Tonight.”

Stevie kicked off her shoes and pants, shucking her shirt and nervously taking off her shirt. She wasn’t perfect. Scarred, inside and out, and-

“Pretty girl,” Lady Billy’s voice seemed to come from everywhere, from the ground under Stevie’s feet. She untied the robe and let it float off into the bloody water, “Let me make you feel good.”

This had to be a dream, Stevie thought as Lady Billy tugged her to sit at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water. A dream, a lovely dream.

Billie's hands were cold and icy as she took Stevie's face, but Stevie's chest was bursting with enough heat for the both of them. Stevie melted as their lips met, almost sliding into the water. Her spine felt too weak to hold her up and she went liquid, hand clinging to Billie's shoulders.

Glove covered fingers ran along Stevie's body, satiny smooth... reminding Stevie of the claw tipped fingers underneath. She shivered as they traced over her sensitive, small breasts, the lattice of her ribs. Stevie would wonder later if Billie thought of killing her. Now, Stevie's hands were occupied with miles of cool flesh, as flawless as perfectly carved marble.

Billie broke their kiss with a flick of her tongue across Stevie's upper lip, "You like these underwear?"

"No, I-"

Billie dove down, her teeth rending the white cotton to shreads. It should have been terrifying, but god, if Stevie wasn't hard, wet and leaking against her stomach. Billie nudged Stevie's thighs apart, running a gloved hand up to her stomach.

"Lay back," Billie's voice was everywhere, inside Stevie, rattling her ribcage. She licked her lips, running a trembling hand through her hair, and did as she was told, leaning back into the cold stone floor while Billie spread Stevie's legs and angled her hips up.

"Good girl," Billie's red painted lips curved into a smile. "See how nice it can be? When you're my good girl?

She could barely breath in a shallow breath and gather how that made her feel before Billie's mouth was on her, licking the tip of Stevie's cock while gloved fingers probed lower, between her cheeks.

"Whoa, wait-"

"Just gonna," Billy kissed the tip of Stevie's cock, "Finger you a little, pretty girl."

Stevie groaned, arching up. Maybe there was an element of hallucination to it. After all, nightmares were real, maybe dreams could be too.

Billie slicked up a few of her fingers with her mouth, and resumed teasing, nibbling along Stevie's cock while Stevie slowly lost her mind.

Like it had a homing beacon, Billie's finger unerringly found Stevie's prostate and began to stroke it ruthlessly, wet satin dragging over her. Stevie let out a broken off moan, hands gripping uselessly at the stone floor.

"There it is," Billie licked up Stevie's cock, "That's the spot. Good girl."

Steve made a noise she had only ever heard in porn before. She had never done this with someone else, always alone, burning with mortification and feeling strange. The women she had been with in the past had never...

"I know," Billie pouted prettily, freckles standing out sharply on her pale nose, "Feels like you could just shatter, right?"

Stevie babbled something that might have been yes, a sound that morphed into a choked noise as Billie swallowed Stevie's cock down, her tongue rolling along the head.

Billie looked up at her, crystalline eyes filled with a look that wasn't like pity at all. Stevie groaned, hips jerking.

Billie came off with a pop and Stevie gasped.

"I... I..." Stevie thrashed, "Please... please, please..."

"That's it, you gonna squirt for me?" Billie's lipstick was smeared, no longer perfect.

Stevie babbled hopelessly. Her whole body was thrumming to the rhythm that Billie set with her prostate.

"Can I bite you?" Billie smiled, "Just a taste?"

"Yesyes just p-please..."

"Where should I?" Billie flicked the head of Stevie's cock with her tongue, "Here?"

Heat washed over Stevie. She was unfurling, blooming into something she knew not what.

"Here?" Billie tongued to Stevie's inner thigh, "Yes. I want to watch the prettiest girl cum on my fingers. This is the perfect spot."

Stevie's mouth was open, but she wasn't sure if she was talking, agreeing, or what she was doing. All she was sure of was that she was shattering, breaking into a million pieces. And of Billie, her fangs sinking deep while she watched with those hypnotic eyes. Vampire Barbie, cheeks flushed with blood.

Ribbons of pleasure wrapped around her, tying her in the grip of madness for a moment as her cock jerked, cum splattering across her own chest. It seemed to go on forever, not a single point of pleasure but a death by a thousand pinpricks. She screamed, hips convulsing. Billie muffled a moan into the bite, her other hand gripping Stevie's hip tight enough to bruise.

"You... what about you?" Stevie finally had the presence of mind to say, when her spine finally relaxed into the stone.

Billie just smiled. Stevie guessed she couldn't talk, not with her mouth full. She pulled back, licking the bite lingeringly.

"Came when you did, prettiest," She smiled, "Though you can do whatever you would like to me, I am entirely at your disposal."

There was no pity in her, only desire. She licked her lips, and dragged Stevie into the depths. Stevie curled limply around Billie, her legs tightening around Billie's hips, their spent cocks brushing and sending a shiver down Stevie's spine.

"Good girl. My good girl," Lady Billie whispered.

"You broke your promise," Stevie said dazedly.

Billy just licked at Stevie's lips, "Oops."

PSST @intothedysphoria for when you awaken from your slumber.

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Red String One-Shot: I Can't Wait

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) discussions of parenthood, mentions of reader having at least shoulder-length hair, dirty talk, spanking, praise kink, spitting, slight degradation (Frankie uses the word slut one time), male and female masturbation, anal play (f receiving), anal fingering (f receiving)

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A/N: I will seriously never get tired of Spanish dirty talk with Frankie oh my god. This one-shot explains what happened the night you and Frankie went to bed after meeting Vale (;

Thank you to @moralesthots and @just-here-for-the-moment for beta reading this for me. I appreciate y’all 😩♥️

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Spending the afternoon with Vale only made you want Frankie that much more. Seeing him be a such an adoring and attentive father to his daughter was heartwarming and… unbearably sexy. Frankie truly is such a good man. He’s strong and resilient, he’s protective and hard-working. He makes for the perfect father. Maybe he’d make the perfect husband, too.

“Hey,” comes Frankie’s quiet yet raspy voice.

You look up, seeing him enter the bathroom behind you in the mirror. He smiles, the sight of you making yourself comfortable in his home one he hopes to see more often.

“Hey, baby.” You coo in return, feeling those strong arms wrap around you.

Frankie leans down, placing his chin on your shoulder and addressing you through the mirror. His head then turns, planting a light kiss on your cheek.

“How are you?” he asks gently, brushing some hair out of his way so he can move his lips to your neck.

“I’m good,” a deep, contented breath makes its way into your lungs. “Really good.”

He smiles against you, murmuring, “It makes me happy seeing you with her.”

In Frankie’s firm and loving hold, you spin around to face him. He shifts his weight, moving to place his palms on either side of the counter behind you. Frankie was much taller than you when the two of you stood normally, but when he stood like this? It’s like he was towering above you, caging you in, making you feel small while simultaneously making you feel safe.

“I’m so happy I finally met her, Frankie.” You grin, cheeks and chest feeling warm beneath his loving gaze. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he says, giving your forehead a kiss. “Vale needs a woman in her life that she can count on.”

You swallow quietly at his words, heart giving a few hard pounds inside your chest. Did Frankie really just say that? He wants you to be someone his daughter can rely on? He truly wants the two of you to become that close?

“I love you, Frankie.” Your fingers brush along the scruff littering his jawline, sighing out a gentle smile. “And I feel like I already love her, too.”

A few moments of silence pass before he responds, an affectionate and appreciative smile growing on his face.

“C’mere, baby.” He finally says, pulling you gently up from the sink to stand against him.

Once you’re fully on your feet, he cups your cheek, dipping his head down so his lips can find yours. It’s a full, deep kiss, one you moan into while your hands find either side of Frankie’s face.

Hearing you speak about his daughter in such a fond way makes his body feel light and joyful, makes him feel like an incredible weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He’s been waiting for months to introduce you to her. At first, he thought it best to wait to do so until he made Julianna aware of the situation, but she’d told him not that long ago that she didn’t even want to be in Vale’s life anymore. Either way, he feels he made the right decision.

And as he lays you down on his bed, nuzzling into you and appreciating your soft skin and flowery scent, he thinks that maybe this really will last. Maybe you will stick around, maybe, one day, you’ll truly be part of his family.

While guiding you onto his bed, he can practically feel your happiness and excitement. His mouth doesn’t leave yours once as he helps you to lay down over the side, moving you to rest on your back. And you let him, because he moves along with you, covering your body in his as he hovers above your smaller frame.

“Frankie,” you breath out, already feeling his pelvis begin to grind into the space between your legs.

“Seeing you like that,” he grunts out, now moving down to your neck. “Baby, I loved seeing you like that. Made me see you as a mother. Do you want that? In the future? Have you ever thought about that?”

He continues mouthing at the side of your neck, his left hand holding your jaw to keep your head tilted to the side. Touch was always such an important thing to you, physical touch with the one that you love. And Frankie seems to only heighten that sense for you, because every part of him feels both comforting and new. Each simple touch lights your body up while also making you feel incredibly loved. His warm skin, his strong hands, his smooth lips and scratchy stubble, the incredibly soft hair that he has sitting on top of his head. Every part of him is so beautiful, and he makes you feel beautiful, too.

“Yeah baby, I have. I’ve thought about it my whole life.” Your hands lift him from your neck, your eyes now roaming his gorgeous face. “I’ve always wanted to be a mom.”

“Baby, I bet you’d look so beautiful, too.” He moans, his hand brushing some of your hair back. “Fuck, baby, I missed you.”

With that, he dives back down, his sensual kisses now gone as he practically attacks your mouth. His tongue dives inside, swirling over your own while his hand slides around to hold the back of your neck. You can already feel the weight of him pressing into you, his sturdy body moving over yours. Frankie was always so passionate with his love; almost anything he did made you wet for him.

“Frankie,” you breathe out in between his fervent kisses.

“What, sweetheart?”

Frankie’s voice is rough and low, guttural, almost. Jesus, you missed hearing him like this.

“I wanna feel you, baby.” It comes out as a whine, and it makes him throb inside.

“Mierda,” he chokes out, both hands lowering to find your ass as he feels your hips shift with his. (Shit)

His mouth returns to your neck, and you have no doubt you’ll have patchy marks when the sun comes up. He’s riling himself up so much, grinding against you, mouthing at you, squeezing you in his broad hands.

“Baby, can I –” he’s already out of breath; you’ll never get tired of seeing Frankie get so turned on by you. “Can I do that again?”

He’s nibbling beneath your jawline, giving you tiny, desperate kitten licks as his nose nuzzles into you. Your hands hold him there, tugging lightly on his chocolate-brown locks. It doesn’t take you long to realize what he’s talking about, your grip on his hair becoming much harsher when you realize the meaning behind his words.

“You wanna lick me, baby?”

“God, yes. Please, baby.” He groans into your neck when you say it, both hands still palming at the plump flesh of your backside. And when he says these desperate, pleading words, he grabs at you even harder, rubbing his palms over you while his fingers dig into your skin.

The movements of Frankie’s large hands are firm and only becoming more fervent as the thought alone wreaks havoc on his mind. It’s like it’s taken ahold of him – he’d beg you for it if he had to. If that’s what you wanted him to do, he’d do it. Jesus Christ, he’d get on his knees if you told him to.

“Do it Frankie,” you mumble against his hair, having turned your head to the side. “It felt so good the first time.”

“Fuck.” That’s it; any of the restraint he had left has gone right out the fucking window.

Immediately, he removes himself from you, his hands landing on your hips to flip you onto your stomach. And with a wide grin, you let him maneuver you, feeling him kneel behind you while his deft fingers start sliding your panties down.  

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles, giving your ass a harsh smack when he lifts your t-shirt up; well, when he lifts his t-shirt up. “Look so fucking sexy when you wear my shirts, baby.”  

“Frankie!”

“Shh…” he coos to you, quieting your shrill cry. He then smiles against you; it had been because he dug his teeth into you.

“Vale’s gotta be up early, baby. You think you can be quiet for me?”

“Mm-hm,” you whimper, nodding even though he can’t see.

“Good…” he moans, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them wide. “Good.”

“Frankie…”

“Get up on the bed, mas alto en la cama, cariño.” (higher on the bed, baby)

He gives you two light taps, urging you forward onto the sheets. And you do as you’re told, lifting your knees onto his bed and crawling across. Frankie watches you intently as you move, licking his lower lip and staring directly at the space between your cheeks. He twitches in his pants just from seeing you so easily and so willingly complete his request.

“That’s it…” he grunts slightly as he says it, the mattress dipping as he climbs on behind you. “Can you bend down for me, baby? Arch your back for me?”

This entire situation makes you tingle inside, having not truly experimented with this before. It’s clear Frankie has a thing for it, and you feel like you should’ve known. Ever since your first night together, the very first night you met, Frankie seemed enthralled with your ass.

Frankie’s right hand settles over your lower back right after he says it, now applying gentle pressure and watching your back bow for him. You can hear Frankie sigh when you do it, his groan fanning hotly across your skin. Huh, you hadn’t even known he was already so close.

“Oh… that’s gorgeous, baby.” He praises quietly, both of Frankie’s warm hands slowly sliding over your curves.

Both palms then land on your backside, not hard enough to sting but definitely with some force. With a passionate gasp, you arch your back even more for him, doing so as much as you can while still keeping yourself in a comfortable position. Your arms fold in front of you, cradling your head as you rest atop Frankie’s bed.

“How did it feel when I did it the first time, baby? Hm?” he asks, placing his pointer finger over your hole and smiling when you gasp.

“So good, Frankie. It felt so fucking good.”

“Yeah? You liked me licking your ass?”

“Yes, baby. Please, please do it again.”

“Mm…” he moans, nibbling on the corner of his mouth while he smirks. Pride blooms within his chest, your words nurturing that sensation as it grows to near cockiness.

Frankie leans in, those large hands keeping you spread while he begins to purse his lips. The cool drip of his spit hits your skin, making your eyes flutter shut while you moan.

“Open up for me, sweetheart.” Frankie then softly commands. “Open it up.”

You take a steadying breath, relaxing for him beneath the strain of his hands. He sees your hole loosen below him, his face only inches from your skin. And while he keeps you spread, he can see it perfectly. Small, but gaping. He stares down, slowly dripping his spit directly inside and watching it slide down.

“Can you feel it slide inside, princesa?” he says, eyes trained on the place he’d only gotten to explore once before. (Princess)

“Yes…”

“Do you want me to lick it out?”

Your insides burn upon hearing Frankie’s question, repeating your soft, quiet cry before his tongue dives inside. It isn’t like before, he’s not gentle or experimental. Instead of licking around or over your hole, he forces his tongue directly into it, sticking it as far in as it will go. You can feel your skin stretch slightly around him, the sudden sensation making you gasp so loudly you have to cover your mouth with your own hand.

Frankie’s face is planted directly between your cheeks, his eyes closed in contentment as he repeatedly licks into you. And while he’s doing so, his fingers curl, digging into the muscles of your backside as he shoves his face further into you.

“God, I want you.” He mumbles, leaning back to stare. “Mi niña, mi chiquita deliciosa.” (My girl, my delicious little girl)

“Baby, I love how you make me feel.”

“En Español, bonita niña. Hablame en Español.” (In Spanish, pretty girl. Tell me in Spanish)

“Me encanta, cariño.” You’re panting now, feeling the pad of his pointer finger return. (I love it, baby)

“Buena niña…” (Good girl…)

He continues to stare at you, damn near forgetting to blink while he begins truly playing with you. His finger circles your taut hole, and he audibly chokes when he sees you clench.

“Cariño… can I finger it?” (Baby…)

“Sí, mi amor. Sí por favor.” (Yes, my love. Yes please.)

Instantly, he removes his hand, sloppily sucking his finger into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, wanting to wet it fully so he doesn’t hurt you. He isn’t sure how much of this you’ve done.

“Sweetheart, have you done this before?” he asks, slowly beginning to push the tip of his wet digit back and forth inside your hole.

“Mm-mm.” you shake your head in response, eyes pinching closed. It stings, but only a little. And after that, it feels like pure bliss.

“No? Am I the first?”

“I mean, I’ve done, I’ve done some things before.” you try to think back, but Frankie’s finger is about halfway inside you now, and thinking a single coherent thought is a difficult task. “With my exes, but not much. It was a while ago, few years ago. They mostly rubbed over it but, can’t remember it much.”

“I’ll make sure you remember it with me.” Comes his instant response, and his words make your entire body shiver with arousal.

With that, his finger slides the rest of the way inside you, but he doesn’t give you time to adjust. He’s already pulling it out and twisting it when he puts it back in, your hips moving of their own accord as he begins a steady pace.

“You like it?” he asks, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your left cheek.

“B – Baby, baby, I l – love it.”

“Good.” He tells you, licking a stripe up the inside of your cheek before sucking some of the meat inside his mouth. He releases you with a loud pop, his voice darker than ever before. “Because I’m going to be doing it a lot more.”

“Oh…”

“Jesus fuck, it’s so good. Your asshole feels so good. Baby, I can’t wait to fuck it. You’ve always had such a nice ass.”

“Hm,” you grin, your eyes still closed. “Really?”

He answers you with a firm smack to your backside, making you muffle another cry into your palm.

“What do you think?”

He’s leaning over you now, shoving his finger in and out.

“Holy fuck, baby, it feels so slick and tight.” He starts rambling on, feeling your heated walls clench around him. Frankie’s lips then begin pressing passionate kisses to your back, his mouth covering every inch of skin he can reach. “You’re being so good for me, you know that? Letting me finger your pretty, puffy asshole.”

“Oh god, Frankie,”

“What? What is it? Huh?” his teeth drag a firm trail down your lower back. “You not like when I talk like this?”

“No baby, I, I love it. It makes me feel…”

“Dirty?” he answers for you. “Baby, you wanna be my little slut?”

“Fuck me.”

“One day, someday soon. I’ll work you open enough to fuck it. Soon. You want that? You want me to fuck your tight little ass?”

“Oh my fucking god, Frankie, yes.”

“Fuck, I can’t fucking wait.”

By now he’s hammering his finger into you, occasionally swirling it when it’s inside and hitting you deep.

“You think you’re ready for another finger, baby?”

“Yes Frankie, please put another one inside me. Wanna feel it, fuck.”

Without missing a single beat, he does as you ask, his middle finger now shoved in alongside his first. He’s throbbing in his pants, feeling wave after powerful wave wash through him. Playing with you like this is practically a dream come true for him, and he’s loving every fucking second of it. He honestly wasn’t sure if you’d ever let him do this.

“Rub your pussy for me, sweetheart.” He breathlessly commands, ripping his fingers out of your already sore hole. “I want you to cum with my tongue inside.”

You can’t believe it, but when you go to lift yourself up, you’re genuinely shaky. Carefully, you slide your right hand under yourself, reaching up to find your slippery sex. And as soon as Frankie’s fingers aren’t inside, his tongue is already there, ready to replace them and doing so vehemently. He spits on you, slurping it back inside his mouth before your asshole can swallow it down. It makes you tremble, Frankie’s overzealous actions, your fingers wobbling in the air until they finally meet the bundle of nerves currently lighting up your core.

“That’s it,” Frankie groans again, landing a firm and all too loud hit on your upper and outer thigh. “That’s such a good girl.”

“Frankie, baby…” you thought you couldn’t be anymore overwhelmed, and then you started rubbing yourself. Dear fucking god, how have you never done this before?

“Rub it for me, come on baby.”

He’s keeping your ass spread so wide it stings, his fingers firm in their placement between your cheeks. He licks into you deeply, hurriedly, his eyes rolling back when he feels you clench around his tongue.

You plunge your fingers into yourself, removing them to coat your clit with your slick. It makes rubbing yourself that much easier, your digits now moving quickly as your entire body trembles with delight. And Frankie doesn’t let up, not in the least. If anything, he picks up speed, licking into your deeper, firmer, moaning loudly with each of his tongue’s lewd swipes.

“Frankie I’m, I’m close, baby.”

All he does is moan, panting and grunting against you. What you don’t know is that he wants you to cum before him; he has something different for himself in mind.

It doesn’t take you long, a few minutes at best, before you reach your peak. And he can tell when you’ve cum by the way you sound and move, your entire body convulsing with the intensity of it. When you told him you hadn’t tried anything like this before, not to this extent, he knew your orgasm would be powerful for you. Immediately, his hands loop down and around, hooking around your hips and keeping you planted on his face. Your hips push against him, your fingers continuing to apply pressure while your body attempts to ride through this. Your jaw is completely open against Frankie’s bedsheets, your chest constricting from trying so hard to keep yourself quiet. Just barely, you drool, mind completely gone as your body is filled to the brim with euphoric bliss. It’s debilitating, almost mind-blowing, and Frankie allows you to gently crumble onto the bed once you come down.

“Fuck, baby.” He chokes out, moving to sit higher up on his knees. He fumbles quickly with his belt to unzip and pull himself out.

“Can I cum on you?” he asks, already stroking his weeping length. “Can I cum on your ass, baby? Por favor cariño, lo quiero.” (Please baby, I want it)

“Yes, baby.” Your voice is surprisingly hoarse, and you’re thankful that that’s all you can muster out. “Oh…”

Frankie’s left hand grips you hard, his right jerking himself off over your spent body. He’s gasping for air, panting harshly while he sits high above you. You’re still slightly arched, your cheeks just below where he’s positioning his tip.

“Nngh,” he throws his head back, puffing out his chest as he finally cums, the liquid heat of it scattering over your ass and lower back. “Ugh.”

He forces himself to look down, jaw completely dropping with his eyebrows furrowed deeply. Those vigorous grunts and gasps continue to spill from his mouth, watching his cum shoot across your plump skin. The sight of it makes him squeeze your ass harder in his hand, tugging your cheek to the side to try and get a dribble of it in your crease while his fist continues pumping himself. And he’s successful with it, the last remnants of the sticky liquid trickling down onto your throbbing hole. He lets the muscles in his thighs rest as he moves down, now sitting back on his heels.

When he’s completely spent, he reaches forward to pull your cheeks apart again, the action making your muscles pulse in the very center. He smiles when he sees this, huffing out a short yet incredibly satisfied laugh. As your hole repeatedly clenches, it allows some of his cum to slide inside, and seeing that alone makes him slightly hard again.

“Baby…” he sighs out, the harsh breath of air coming out roughly above you. “Holy fuck.”

Frankie drops his hand down to your right cheek, grabbing you lazily while he stares. Shortly thereafter, the rest of Frankie’s body follows, leaning over you and pressing affectionate kisses to your upper back. He keeps himself hovering about you though, so his shirt doesn’t dip into his mess.

“That was so fucking hot,” he exasperates, feeling the slight rumble of your giggle.

“Frankie,” you breathe out in return, looping your arm around and sliding your fingers through his curls. “I loved that.”

“I love you,” he instantly responds, “I fucking love you.”

And just like that, he’s obsessing over you all over again. Frankie’s hands grab your upper thighs before quickly roaming up to your hips, his legs shifting forward to balance his weight as he curls his body over you. He’s kissing your shoulders and neck, running his tongue over your warm and delicate skin.

“Baby,” you giggle beneath him, curling your fingers into his hair. “Don’t get yourself all riled up again; you need to be up early, too.”

“Hm…” he hums, immediately smiling over your shoulder and chuckling at your response to his overwhelming, yet incredibly appreciated love. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.” You coo to him, nodding slowly. “You need your sleep.”

“Sweetheart,” he expresses, shaking his head. “I just, I always want more of you.”

“You can have as much of me as you want, Frankie.” You smile, turning your head to the right. He places his chin on your shoulder, resting his cheek next to yours as he sighs. “I’ll always be here, baby. You don’t ever have to worry about that.”  

Thank you for reading <3

Chapter Ten: Julianna's Words

[camsthesadgirlnow]

my purpose [1]

pairing: beefy!bucky x black sub!reader, mistress!reader, rich ceo!bucky, [scandal show plot]

warnings: porn w plot?, smut, eating out, some derogatory words, explicit, cheating, submissive Bucky?, pet names [bunny, pretty girl], daddy kink, curse words, awful wife, hot Bucky, cock worship, body worship, talks of serving someone, blowjob

Part [2]

[this gif is hot🥹]

YOU were on the couch eating popcorn while watching on of your favorite film collection. The scream movies when you heard your phone go off. Sighing you picked it up.

I’ll be there in 5. Want you in that sexy lingerie I bought for you and your collar.

you squealed becoming quite excited when his message popped up. You turned off the tv and put the food away. Walked into your bedroom and changed into your red lacy lingerie. Walked to your drawer and placed the pretty little colar around your neck.

You walked back to your couch and sat on it until you heard the door open. He walked in with his all black suit that practically wanted to make you cum in your panties every time you saw him in it. He set his phone by the coffee table and made eye contact with you. A dark look in his eye.

he kissed you and his fingers moved down to your thong. “I knew I did the right thing when I bought you this.” He grunted, rubbing your clit with his fat thumb.

“mhm daddy more” you whined, holding onto his biceps

he groaned when he heard his name come out of your lips like that. Sounded like the voice of an angel and almost made him cum in his boxers. He’s been so hard all day, thinking about you, how you cry when you take it like a good girl, your whines and cute moans haven’t left his mind since he saw you last.

he went on his knees and removed your thong. He sucked on your bud like he hasn’t ate in days, slurping up your juices as of collecting it and not letting any drip go to waste. You grind on his face and run your fingers through his hair

“fuck” you mewl out “right there daddy”

your orgasm is fast approaching since he’s never let his face go between your legs. Your heart rate, increasing and sweat building up on your body.

“oh god, I’m gonna fucking cum, fuck, fuck” you scream out in pleasure, throwing your head back. Your orgasm so intense your legs shake.

After coming back down to earth, he lifts his body up and sits on your couch, sliding off his slacks to reveal his fat hard cock with pre cum oozing out at the tip.

“you know what to do кролик” he says keeping eye contact with you. (bunny)

you get on your knees in front of him as he opened his legs for you. You start to suck on his tip, immediately sucking his yummy pre cum. Moaning as the familiar taste hit your tongue. You sit up once more and take all of him in your mouth, down your throat. His groans motivate you to suck faster and take him deeper if you can.

“fuck” he groans, looking down at you as you work your magic. God this was a sight for sore eyes. He wants to stay in this position forever with you. Your mascara running down your cheeks “so close кролик. daddy’s so fucking close”

His hips buck up towards your face as his orgasm comes. You look at him to notice his expression. His hair stuck to his forehead as sweat collects on it, and you notice he clutches your couch in pleasure. You hum and feel his load shooting down your throat. You swallow it and slump back down to your normal position. The mixture of spit, cum, and mascara running down your cheeks and onto your chin.

“come here gorgeous” he says and pulls you onto his lap, using his shirt he wipes your face off. He pulls your shirt off you and takes a nipple into your mouth. shit by this point your probably dripping. You start to rub your pussy on his slacks as you become needy at the feeling of your wet nipple.

“rubbing your sweet little pussy on daddy’s thigh huh?” He smirks and you moan when he slaps your thigh “here кролик let me help you”

he lifts your body up, moving your pussy above his cock. He aligns his cock with your entrance, moaning when he stretches you out. The piece of the puzzle finally being found.

“holy shit daddy” you exclaimed

He chuckles “haven’t moved yet inside you bunny and you’re already cock drunk for me”

He starts to thrust his hips upwards and you hold onto his shoulders as you lose your balance. The sounds of your sloppy wet pussy lingered in the air as he started fucking into you like a mad man. Some tears betraying you and spills onto your cheeks as the pleasure just felt so good. Bucky was so good bringing the heaven to you, even if your actions would land you in hell. He grabbed your hips harshly and laid you down on the couch, thrusting into you so beautifully and violently that the couch was moving side to side. He brought his hand down to your neck and choked you. You being too fucked out to even notice your movements, you quickly wrapped your hand around his wrists and bit your lip.

“Yes daddy right there-ahhh” you drooled, letting it fall down your chin. In any other situation, you would be embarrassed but you don’t care as your orgasm was fast approaching.

Just as close as you were to cuming he took it all away. You whined when he slipped out of you and grabbed your collar and turned you around. Your back against his tattooed chest.

“hold on pretty girl, you’ll cum soon enough” he chuckled, slipping his cock right into your pussy. He started thrusting fast and you let out a scream that could be heard from a mile away.

“oh….oh my god…fuuuck” you said longating the word

His hand was clutching your collar as his other was holding onto your hip. His lips were brushing against your neck as he was groaning into your ear and praising about how tight you are and how good you fucking feel.

“d-daddy” you mewl out “need your cum- need it inside me. Please mark me daddy please please”

“Yeah?” he groaned and let go off your collar causing you to fall on the couch on all fours, arching your back “you want daddies cum huh? Make you into a little cum dump and only serve daddy forever huh?” His thrusts became erratic.

“yes yes yes” you sobbed rolling your eyes and let out a squeal as your orgasm finally approached you, your hands gripped the sofa as your legs were shaking. This orgasm took your breathe away.

you finally slumped down and laid your body on the couch trying to catch your breathe you felt his cum shooting into you, painting your pink walls white before he laid his head on top of you.

“good job bunny” he kissed your shoulder and slid out of you. He smirked as he saw his cum leaking out of you, wishing he could plug you up and get you pregnant. He zipped up his pants and helped you up, rubbing your back. He ran you a bath and picked you up, placing you into the bath as your legs were wobbly.

“come in….with me” you pleaded, your doe eyes looked up to his blue ones. He gave in and started stripping and joined you into the hot soapy water. His hands embraced you. The moment was very sappy and special despite it being wrong. But whenever you were with him the guilt washed away into passion. You loved him and he loved you more than his wife, Hayley who he believes is only with him for the money and title. He wants you there beside him but he couldn’t. His image would be destroyed on being a family wrecker. But it’s worth it if it’s you, he just doesn’t know how you would react.

“you should go back to Hayley, she’s probably waiting for you at home” you said sitting on your bed after your bath

“I’d rather stay with you” he said kneeling down, rubbing lotion on your legs

“go home bucky” you shook your head, he stopped his movements and looked up at you. His lips merely inches away from yours

“after y/n” he said sternly “she doesn’t need me right now. I’m here with you and I’ll leave when I want to.”

Your breathe hitched in your throat and you gave a small smile “okay”

He pecked your lips and went on his knees once more to finish rubbing lotion over your body. Lord this man was going to be the death of you.

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a/n: thanks for reading the first chapter folks. Second is coming out soon. Sry if it might take a while, I’m going to be busy since I’m a senior in hs. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

[deathtransformed]

Today may not have been his Gem’s birthday, it was his Sherlock’s. As of late, he had been keeping a closer eye on the both of them. Jim had managed to persuade Gemini to reveal himself to Sherlock and whilst the detective was understandably struggling to come to terms with it, he wasn't going to leave him on his birthday, he would make an appearance to etch his name deeper into the other's mind. Having arranged to meet the detective in a run-down alley he slowly approached from the shadows. “Knew you wouldn't be able to resist, even after all that has occurred lately, wanted to congratulate you on your special day! I know it's boring, it all is. All so tedious isn't it, which is why I'm here to change things up a bit, especially for you” he said as he moved so close to the other that their noses were practically touching. “You’re mine, you might not know it yet but you are, do not doubt that my dear. It was easy in the end, I won Gemini’s heart by being myself, who would have known? Of course, I suspected but to experience it was tantalising. I wonder what that says about your heart? Don't you? It’s time to come from the shadows and be who you truly are, no more hiding. I can be patient, only for a little while though, happy birthday” he said as he placed a soft kiss on his cheek and then moved to his lips and slowly kissed him, a tease more than anything else. He handed Sherlock a pocket knife with a red jewel encrusted on top of the hilt, the same one Gemini had got for his birthday. “I want it back, obviously, it's a very sexy-looking thing, my question to you is what does this mean? Tell me and we can meet again, sooner rather than later, should be able to find some time in my busy schedule” he said with a grin as his eyes gleamed with dark promises.

Sherlock immediately turned around when he heard Jim's voice, not realizing that the meeting was planned. With the man telling him the 'other' side of him surfacing during his blackouts, he still had challenges wrapping himself around this information.

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Perhaps his mind had been all around the place the he did not recognize it was actually… his birthday.

"Oh." Sherlock drew a sharp breath when Jim's face was close to his, nose almost touching. It was so close that he could smell the man's signature perfume. The scent felt utterly familiar. And as he inhaled, a series of images passed through his mind of lips locked in passionate kisses, hands on each other's bodies, and faces filled in sheer pleasure.

It was his and Jim.

No.

It was Gemini and Jim.

Heat began to pool in his stomach, realizing how Jim's body pressed against his. And before he could even answer, it was soft lips against his own that rendered him… speechless.

A soft kiss. Not of hunger nor of passion. It was... teasing.

And maybe it was Gemini's doing. Or him giving into his own curiosity that before the consulting criminal even thought of pulling back, he held him by the arm only to pin Jim against the wall while his other hand Jim's pocket knife. Sherlock could feel his heart racing faster than he'd expected, his mind working up in a series of images he had no idea if it was Gemini's doing or it was him recreating what he truly wants.

"If this is your birthday present for me, let me tell you that I am not Gemini. I'm not him." He muttered under his breathe, voice rough from the tension he's been trying to ignore.

And before Jim could even answer, Sherlock crashes his lips for a kiss. Not a teasing one, no. He kissed him hard and deep. Thirsty. Hungry. Today, for the first time. He'd give in. 'Happy Birthday, Sherlock.' Somehow, he could hear a voice in his mind say. It was Gemini. 'Have fun for me, will you?'

@kingofthewebxxx

[iwaizumis-bitch]

Pervert ushiwaka please!! omg I love your works!!

notes: yes YES I LOVE THIS CONCEPT and thank u so much <333 also yall literally make my day when u say anything in my inbox please do i promise u ill reply

part two

ushijima wakatoshi x female reader (timeskip)

content warnings: nsfw mdni, flashing, non con groping, stalking tendencies, non con voice recording, oral; m receiving

word count: 797

pervert!ushijima who wasn’t a pervert. he always respected women and never dared to look at them in an obscene way, until you came along. you in your tight shirt, buttons almost popping off at how tight the shirt was taut around your chest. his eyes couldn’t help but find their way back onto your tits every time he looked away. not to mention the way they almost fell out when you’d bend over.

pervert!ushijima who, as the teams starting outside hitter, was eager to get to know you, always lending a helping hand. he lived for when your fingertips would brush when you pass him a bottle. such a good little manager, you were. always bending yourself over to pick up a stray volleyball, giving all the boys more motivation to keep practicing with a flash of your panties.

pervert!ushijima who always sat next to you on the bus to games. he knew you preferred the window seat, and he was happy that way nobody except him was close to you. and when you fell asleep on his shoulder, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity of feeling up for sexy body. especially when nobody could see. his hand would graze over your cunt through the track pants, feeling your throbbing core ache at his touch as you snored.

pervert!ushijima who noticed how flustered you got over everything. when fukuro’s eyes would wink at you after admiring your figure, or when kageyama when bite his lip whenever you talked to him, staring at your own. you always had the same reaction. your cheeks turned pink as you pulled you lips into a thin line, trying to calm yourself.

pervert!ushijima who always offered to drive you home after practice. he knew you loved his car, and loved seeing you blush. he had written in his notes which apartment was yours, and often sent flowers or other gifts anonymously. of course he wouldn’t send you such gifts without a win for him, so he did occasionally (every time) slip in a little voice recorder so he could just hear your voice. whether you were just talking on the phone, or desperately rubbing on your clit and moaning, wakatoshi was on the other side with his cock in his hand.

pervert!ushijima who stayed late to practice his serves, and you were such a good manager offering to help him by passing him the stray balls. he insisted you wait in his car whilst he showers so he can drive you home after, so you did. you quickly realised you forgot your phone, which was now out of your bag and sat on the bleachers. you quickly fetched it, when you heard a door open next to you. your eyes shot up, as you thought the gym was locked.

your mouth dropped open at the sight of naked ushijima. standing there, water dripping from his hair onto his toned chest, down his prominent v line to his...

his cock. you gulped at it, blinking rapidly. he was a got 8 inches, and thick too. and he was hard. it was slapped up against his stomach, red and veiny.

your eyes flicked up to his own, which were already on yours, a small smirk playing on his lips.

‘will you help me, y/n?’, 

you gasped as his tip hit the side of your face, pre cum oozing out. you shuffled your knees to get more comfortable. you moved your pupils to look at him, breathing in sharply at his look of desperation.

he shuffled forward, guiding his cock to your lips as he painted the pre cum on your lips like lipgloss.

‘pretty’, he muttered lowly as you looked up at him, tongue poking out between your lips.

you felt a large hand caress the back of your head harshly, and that was your signal to move your head forward, taking wakatoshi’s thick cock into your warm mouth.

you squeezed your eyes shut, too embarrassed to look up at the man sitting in front of you. you heard soft groans leaving his lips as you bobbed your head forward, his tip hitting the back of your mouth.

your throat instinctively clenched around the foreign object as choking noises came out of your mouth.

‘that’s my girl’, you heard wakatoshi mutter from above you.

you peered up at him through your lashes as you brought your head forward more until most of his cock was down your throat.

your eyes were still on his when you started to slowly bob your head back and forth, hearing the deep-voiced man groan so highly above you

your cheeks were hollowed as you felt his hips stutter. your looked up, eyes half lidded as you felt him cum down your throat. 

‘what a good fucking manager’

i honestly didnt like this but its been in my drafts for a while and i wanted to post so hope u like it

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[sukirichi]

sweet lies [02]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. explicit smut, slight body worship, public sex, dirty talk, praising, toxic megumi, fwb dynamics, slight angst, body marking, sukuna bullying megumi, age gap, scratching, mentions of oral (m receiving) and mutual masturbation, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 also UHM do you guys want me to make the ending angsty or fluffy? i wrote out two versions so LOL let me know what you think! we’ll get more of the megumi scenes on the next chapter though~

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Sukuna isn’t kidding when he said he’ll have you unable to walk by the end of this.

You’ve lost count of how many times you guys have fucked.

Once more in the stalls when you thought of repaying the favor by sucking him off, followed by him growing impatient and hauling you inside his car. Both of you were too tired to go for another round, but were still very much addicted for the other’s touch that mutual masturbation seems like the best option.

Thankfully, Sukuna’s cut his nails, so having three of his fingers buried knuckle deep in you feels like absolute heaven. He’s not complaining about your smooth hands wrapped around his shaft either, especially not when you’ve had enough practice with Megumi to know just how to make a guy lose his mind. By the time you’ve made it back home, Sukuna’s grown hard again, too impatient to make it to the bed before he just fucks you raw against the wall. You’re trembling at his hold, left with no choice but to trust his strength to drop you on his cock and bounce you to his pleasure.

It’s a miracle you’ve made it on the bed.

His digital clock reads a quarter at three in the morning, and for a moment, you worry about how tired you’ll be in class tomorrow when Sukuna’s large hands grips your thighs sharply.

“Goddamn,” he hisses through clenched teeth, chuckling at the irresistible sight of your breasts bouncing before him. Limbs tangled, minds controlled with the primal need to fuck, and moans shared with his deep grunts – you somehow end up on top of him, your thighs feeling like they’re on the verge of giving up as you continue to ride his thick length.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he slaps your ass and causes your hips to rut deeper, forcing that delicious curve of his cock to meld with your walls. You throw your head back, palms planted on his chest, focused only on that burning pleasure between your thighs. “I could fuck you all night long.”

Even though you truly have no wish to, you shake your head, fingers balling into a fist. “I have class tomorrow, need to wake up early,” you protest, the words falling into deaf ears as Sukuna thrusts up into you. He must’ve noticed how you’re growing tired and took matters into his own hands, feet grounded on the mattress to pound deliriously into you. You’re debating whether to be thankful or frustrated he still has so much energy even after hours of fucking, but it honestly doesn’t matter. You’re falling into his chest, arms slipping on your equally sweat-covered bodies. Right now, you just wanted to cum – once more, again, one last time! “Ah, Sukuna, t-too much!”

“Too much?” he laughs and tangles his hand to caress your scalp, the gesture too soothing that you almost forgot he’s fucking you into oblivion. “Want me to go slow?”

“No…”

“Thought so, sweetheart,” his grin is absolutely cocky as he bends his knees in a fold, pushing you until your back rests on his muscular thighs. Your mouth falls open at his hands wrapping around your threat, keeping you right there, hips flat and grinding on his cock. “Come on. Come for me,” Sukuna urges, tightening his hold around your neck a little harder.  

That’s all you need for your vision to blur and see stars, your body’s shaking uncontrollable. He’s thrusting with all his power and energy that it feels like you’re nothing but a hole on top of him, tongue falling open in a wanton manner as your drool trails down your chin.

You look filthy, you feel filthy, and yet, Sukuna sees it entirely different.

“So – fucking – gorgeous, fuck. I woulda fucked you sooner if I didn’t feel weird about it.”

“What?”

“Aw, come on, sweetheart,” he smirks at your half fucked out state. Sukuna rolls his hips in such a mind numbing manner that you end up staring at the ceiling, trying your hardest to decipher the colors of his room to get a grip of yourself. But he feels so hot, cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, your puffy lips encasing him with a translucent ring of cum and it feels so fucking good you don’t really understand what he’s saying anymore. “Did you really think I never saw you in my dreams?” he slaps your ass again, the reflexive response of tightening around him pulling a deep groan from the beautiful man beneath you. “I have such a sexy roommate, I couldn’t help it.”

“Then why didn’t you – ah, right there, shit – tell me?”

“Cuz,” he snickers and finally lets you breathe, your pupils blowing wide from the sudden flow of air. Sukuna kneads your breasts greedily, never stopping his mind-numbing rhythm of ramming deep into you. Your body burns, your thighs ache, your pussy feels sensitive but you can’t find the energy to stop him. Instead, you fall prey, failing in your mission to keep him wrapped around your fingers because now you’re wrapped around his cock, and you were quite fucking addicted to it. “You’re my friend’s student. Felt so fucking wrong.”

“What’s the difference now?”

“The difference is,” Sukuna’s face contorts into something of discomfort for a moment before he leans forward, his sturdy grip homing in on your hips again. You feel his searing breath on your ear, so parching it puts the warmth of your pussy to shame. “Having you like this has never felt so right, and I’ll keep fucking you if you let me.”

“I-I’d let you,” you concede absentmindedly and capture his lips for a sloppy kiss, tongues giving up on a battle of dominance. You’re always so clingy when you’re about to come, something Megumi never fails to chastise you for, and you fear Sukuna might push you away as you wrap an arm around him, nails painfully scratching down his back. Red marks leave a trail on its wake until his blood pierces through the sheets, the pain manifested through the increasing roughness of his pace. Now it’s your turn to whimper in his ear, pulling the man close and tugging harshly at the ends of his hair. Gosh, were you actually crying? “Sukuna, I’m close! Yes, yes, right there!”

Sukuna groans at the erotic sounds you reward him with. “Come for me, that’s right, ohhhh,” he stills inside you, his seed spilling deep inside you. You wince at the burst of warmth spreading all over your belly and Sukuna chuckles at your bulging belly. He presses down on it to coax his cum to trickle all over his cock, and he’s fucking filthy – you learn easily – to watch you make a mess on his cock with a childish smile on his face.

You push yourself off him and fall to his side, him following suit not long afterwards. The room feels completely stuffed from your intense fucking, the bruises on your body and scratches on his back a huge attestment to that.

Your legs remain wide open as you clench around nothing, his cum oozing out like a waterfall. Sukuna (that damned pervert) dips two fingers into your hole for one last moment just to drench his fingers in it, his eyes lit up in wonder while he lets it web around his fingers. You snicker at his actions and roll to his side, eyes fluttering close from the wave of exhaustion that comes into full force.

The lingerie set you intended to wear for Megumi was now ripped at the other side of the room, discarded, forgotten – merely evidence of a moment that had never been given to him.

Oddly enough, you don’t feel bad, not even when Sukuna faces you, his cheeks squished by his soft pillows. “I’m spent. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. My gym sessions can’t compare to this.”

“You go to the gym?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t born this gorgeous, you know. I had to work hard for this,” Sukuna gestures to his body. You can’t help but follow the gestures and admire the hard planes of his muscle ripped above one another, the smatter of dark hair leading down his hips adding to his already immense sexual charisma. It makes you want to jump on him all over again, and you have to bite your lip to resist that urge, rolling your eyes at him in favor of letting him know you could totally go for another round.

“Dork.”

“Got me laid though, was worth the effort,” he jokes, and you both laugh.

It’s actually…weird, to laugh so casually with someone like this. It might be normal for Sukuna in his past sexual endeavors, but it’s totally a different thing for you. You and Megumi had never even bothered with aftercare. As long as he’s satisfied himself, he’d clean himself off in the bathroom and wear his sweatpants, winking at you before he leaves you alone all over again. The memory – albeit not really a regrettable one – is still painful each time you’re reminded you’ll keep coming back to him.

But are things different now? Could you go back to Megumi? You only ever wanted to fuck Sukuna because you’re sad and horny, but it wouldn’t be fair to him, especially when your roommate has been nothing but nice to you. Besides, him being a little more decent doesn’t immediately equate he’s different than Megumi.

For all you know, you could just be another cheap fuck. Sukuna is older and sexier, after all, he’s clearly had a lot more experience than you do.

As if reading your mind, Sukuna rests his head on his palms, elbows flat on the bed as he turns to you. The expression on his face is unreadable, but there’s some sort of softness behind it – a softness you’re not really familiar with.

“Hey. I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, not everything, anyway, but whatever we have right now, I want you to know it’s not because I see just as a pretty pussy, okay?” he says with a straight face, but you really shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up because Sukuna smirks, mischievous eyes darting back and forth to your soaked pussy and bare breasts. “Although you do have a pretty pussy. Can I eat you out again?”

With that, you snatch the pillow underneath him and whack it straight at his face. Sukuna laughs at your protests, the sound growing louder and a lot more mocking the harder you hit him. “Gosh, Sukuna, shut up!”

You end up hitting him way too many times in the face that he can’t get his words through, and before you could react, Sukuna’s ripped the pillow away from you. He cages you in his arms and hovers over you once more, his boneless dick grazing the insides of your thigh. It’s not meant to be sexual, and nothing about his stance gives off anything that shows he wants to do it again, but you can’t help but feel aroused, shifting your legs up and down the bed as you squirm.

“Seriously though,” he repeats, “We can be casual, or this could be a one time thing. Card’s all yours to play. If you want to forget everything tomorrow, I’d gladly do it. Let’s just go back to the way we were-”

“Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Did you really think I was only using you to distract myself?”

Sukuna’s lips flatten into a line. “I’m not stupid,” he says somberly, “I could tell you were still thinking about him. Not that I mind, though, you can’t stop yourself from loving someone,” Faintly, you’re distracted by his thumbs rubbing at your pulse point. It’s so lulling you want to fall asleep, but Sukuna isn’t done talking. “My point is…you don’t have to worry about being weird with me. We could just be friends with benefits, if you want, and not the kind you have with your boy toy either. ”

His blatantly catches you off guard and your eyes widen before they narrow at him, trying your best to hide your embarrassment. If Megumi was painfully honest, Sukuna’s ridiculously blunt that his mere words make your heart do weird things you’d rather not feel.

Careful, you remind yourself, Megumi is the one you want. You have to keep reminding yourself that before your feelings get the best of you. It’s Megumi, it’s always been Megumi and it always will be Megumi. Sukuna is just your roommate who’s nice enough to take your mind off things. You only wish you weren’t lying too much in case he gets the wrong idea you’re leading him on, but then again, isn’t that what you’re doing?

Friends with benefits or not – you still have no plans on getting involved with this guy any longer.

It’s always Megumi. You just really needed a quick fuck, someone whose dick didn’t belong with the guy you’re so hung up on over. The change feels nice and you definitely feel a lot better than the last time you met Megumi, but this guilt…it tastes bitter on your tongue, too heavy to swallow and ignore. It’s always Megumi, you tell yourself again in an attempt to relieve your pain.

Though it doesn’t subside and you huff in exasperation, turning away from Sukuna. You can’t stand looking at him right now.

“I’m not,” you mumble weakly, but the tears – the guilt, the heartbreak of not being Megumi’s lover, the regret and the ironic need to be closer to Sukuna feels all so confusing – all threaten to burst through. You don’t want him to see you cry, that would be lame, so you scoot closer to him and kiss his shoulder as you shyly ask, “C-can we cuddle?”

“Of course,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “You don’t have to sound too nervous to ask.”

“Sorry, it’s just-”

“He never does that?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not him,” Sukuna answers confidently, surprising you when he grabs your ass to press you flush against him. You’re both sweaty and hot to the point it’s uncomfortable, but Sukuna smells so sweet with his lingering cologne that you can’t help yourself from planting your face in his neck, breathing in the little hums he makes. Sukuna kisses the crown of your head – which is a little too sweet than you’d like – while his other hand runs down your back in a slow, sensual manner. Hell, it feels close to body worshipping, and you hate that you silently want more of this. “I’d cuddle you every day if you asked me to.”

“You’re surprisingly sweet,” you voice with a smile. Sukuna’s chest rumbles from the low laughter, and like that, you cling to him like he’s the only sturdy pillar in your life. It’s pathetic, maybe even desperate, but if he doesn’t mind, then why should you?

However, the moment is quickly ruined when the bell rings. “Shit, I forgot he was coming over!”

Sukuna glares at the door and holds you tighter, almost possessively, and refuses to let you go even as you squirm under him. “At three in the morning?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to meet him right now,” you groan helplessly.

Sukuna shoots you a blank look after that, then shoots out of the bed in an instant. You watch as he quickly dresses up in a fresh pair of sweatpants, grabbing a random hoodie from the back of his chair, presumably to hide the scratch marks. You have to hide your smile behind your hand because he looks so drool-worthy with marks littered on his already marked skin, and the fact he lets you mark him is even hotter.

He pauses at the door for a moment, pointing a finger at where you peered up at him curiously. “Stay there. I’ll talk to him and say you went out or whatever. Just make sure to silence your phone in case he calls. Better yet, turn it off.”

Sukuna closes the door behind him, already on the way to the entrance just as you press your ears against the door to eavesdrop. There’s a slight shuffling before the door unlocks, then, “Why the fuck did you lock-” Megumi pauses in his words, and you can perfectly picture his infamous scowl painting his handsome features already. Gosh, you wish you could actually see it, but if Megumi catches you sleeping with someone else, he might totally lose interest in you. That’s not something you could afford to happen.

“Oh. You’re her roommate.” You snigger at his usual what the fuck tone – how Megumi of him.

“Hey, kid, it’s a little too late for a visit, don’t you think?” Sukuna taunts, and it takes everything in you to not burst through the door at that moment. You’re stuck between wanting to laugh and crying, mostly because you would love and hate for Megumi to get riled up. “Do your parents know you’re here? Kids shouldn’t be out this late.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, I’m in uni,” he defends, “Do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her.”

Deciding fuck it, you open the door by an inch, just enough to peek. As expected, Megumi is glaring behind Sukuna’s shoulders in search of you. Meanwhile, Sukuna’s completely calm, checking his nails boredly as if Megumi isn’t fuming in front of him. And boy, do you know how much Megumi hates being ignored. “Oh, I think she went out, I don’t know why though. House was empty when I got here.”

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?”

At Megumi’s imposing tone, Sukuna tilts his head to scrutinize Megumi. Now that you’re seeing them together, Sukuna’s twice the size of Megs, their height and shoulder width too different to start comparing. But knowing Megumi, he’s not going to back down from a tattooed guy twice his size, not even as he sarcastically remarks, “Ain’t you her friend? She should be telling you that kind of stuff.”

Truthfully, you expected he would put up more of a fight. The two of them share a heated staring competition before Megumi scoffs, the first one to look away. “Whatever,” he dismisses, “Tell her to pick her damn phone up. I’ve been calling for the past hour.”

“I think I should tell her to get better friends.”

“What was that?”

“I said get home safely,” Sukuna chirps. Even with his back turned to you, you could tell Sukuna’s just further pressing his buttons with a grin that’s not meant to be inviting at all. Just when you think it’s done, however, Sukuna finishes off with, “Kid.”

Megumi rages. His blue eyes flame into something feral, his fists balled at his sides. He’s always had a temper issue and you nearly reveal yourself to stop whatever fight is about to ensue, but Sukuna’s already closing the door, ridding any opportunity for the younger one to retaliate. At the sound of the door closing, Sukuna leans against the door, his smile still plastered on his face as if he knows you’re watching the whole time. He meets your eyes from the slight peep of his door, waving his hands sarcastically.

“Sukuna, you didn’t have to be so mean.”

“Sorry,” he isn’t apologetic at all. “Next time I’ll be nicer to your asshole crushes,” he adds with a slight roll of his eyes and you punch his chest playfully. You don’t stop him from grabbing your wrists to embrace you in a hug that doesn’t seem so platonic – but not so suggestive either. Sukuna rests his chin on top of your hand while he sways you both side to side, his voice muffled in your hair. “I understand why you’re attracted to him though. He’s really handsome.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agree sadly, thinking of how much it’s really all a waste Megumi has to be like that. “Just sucks his personality ruins everything.”

“A pretty face is always deceiving,” Sukuna suddenly pulls away and holds you an arm’s length away.  “Hey, want to have early breakfast?”

“I think that would be late dinner,” you frown at him.

“Whatever, food is food,” he responds rather excitedly, and you watch as Sukuna rummages through the fridge. Now that you think about it, having sex so much really took a toll on you, and your stomach grumbles loudly. Sukuna hides his chuckles through the fridge but you hear him anyway, shouting at him that you’re not hungry. “Wasn’t asking, sweetheart. Now go get cleaned and changed, I’ll make something for you.”

If anyone were to tell you that a good fucking is all that’s needed for you to immediately form a new kind of friendship with your roommate, you’d call them weird. Sukuna isn’t necessarily out of reach, you and him just simply didn’t cross paths.

But now, you’re dressed comfortably in his boxers and the oversized shirt you stole from him, eating the slightly burn cheese sandwich he’s made, sharing conversation and laughing with him like you’ve been doing it for such a long time. Your sandwich is actually half forgotten on the plate as you whack your palms on the counter, “That’s how you and Prof Gojo met? I never would’ve expected you guys fought over a girl!”

“He was fucking annoying in high school,” Sukuna grumbles over an angry bite, “He was getting all the girls that when someone confessed to me, the hottest chick, no less, he straight up punched me in the face,” you laugh as you imagine the memory of a younger, already rebellious looking Sukuna getting smacked by the even more intolerable Gojo Satoru. Sukuna is lost in his own memories as well, shaking his head from around the last bites of his bread. It’s clear he hates the burnt crust judging from the way he turns a little green, but he’s bragged about his cooking skills so proudly that he has to save face in front of you. “Ah, such good times,” he muses before wincing at his own words, dropping his bread in disgust. “Damn, I sound old, don’t I?”

“You’re only like, five years older than me, it’s fine,” you giggle, “I like the maturity that comes with older people. You’re a lot easier to be with than guys my age.”

“Please,” Sukuna smirks, “Just say you like fucking older men. I won’t judge.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would be jumping over the counter to strangle your roommate who’s now running like hell, your laughter bursting through the once silent apartment, you would call them a liar. But now, you and Sukuna are panting on the floor, too tired from sprinting all around before calling it quits. Maybe it’s a lie – maybe this connection will never really be that much of a big deal – but as long as this lie and play pretend of friendship lasts, you’ll just enjoy every sweet moment of it.

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[1kook]

Jungkook + enemies to lovers 😫

are yall okay

e2l + teacher au + dilf jk

As a kindergarten teacher, you’ve kind of been conditioned into being a nice person. After all, you spent most of your day surrounded by people with missing front teeth and shoes that light-up— it’s hard to be mean to children. Especially when they’re all so cute and squishy, have the doughiest cheeks on the planet and say the funniest made up words like, “bazillion-jillion” and “jiggly-wiggly.” They were endearing and they were sweet, often making your day without even meaning to.

The same couldn’t be said for their parents.

Areum is sitting in the reading area, backpack neatly placed atop her desk, when her father arrives. Clad in the same dark suit as always, Jeon Jungkook looks extremely out of place in your colorful classroom. “Daddy!” Areum beams, and he has the decency to at least kiss her forehead hello before jumping headfirst into battle with you.

Jeon Jungkook is a single dad, a fact Areum had randomly decided to disclose to you one afternoon in the sandbox, as children do, so you know he has a lot on his plate. Between working and raising a little girl, you imagine it’s difficult for him to unwind. The dark circles under his eyes are a force to be reckoned with, but you suppose it sort of adds to the sexy dad vibe he’s got going on.

(Not that you could ever say that to his face.)

And as understanding as you want to be of his situation, Jungkook is a little… annoying. He’s a good dad! That fact cannot be denied. But even you can look past your sympathy shades to say that scheduling his fifth parent-teacher meeting of the month is a little excessive.

He has this rather incessant fixation with arguing about her grades, convinced— as most parents are —that his kid is the smartest in the world. So even before Jungkook sits down, you already know what he wants to discuss. His briefcase hits the corner of your desk with a thud, before he flashily draws out a red sheet of craft paper from its depths, Areum’s art project from last week. Doesn’t even offer you a greeting. “This is definitely worth an A+.”

You sigh, pressing your hands against your face. “Mr. Jeon,” you begin slowly, “I’ve explained before that her art projects are not graded solely on the quality, but on her ability to follow instructions as well.”

Jungkook bristles, letting the sheet flutter onto your desk. Areum glances over from behind the kid-sized bookshelf, gives the two of you this pointed look as if she’s the adult in the room trying to reign in two fighting kids. The worst part is that it actually works; in a quieter voice, Jungkook hisses, “Areum’s art is good— I think you just hate my kid.”

Your jaw drops. “What—“ you blurt out, belatedly remembering to keep it down. You push yourself to your feet, arms crossed over your chest. “I do not hate anyone’s kid,” you spit, “much less one as as sweet as Areum.”

Jungkook’s jaw twitches, hands on his hips. “I know she’s sweet,” he spits, briefly glancing over at where the topic of your heated interaction is flipping through a a butterfly book. “Sweet and talented, which is why she should’ve gotten an A+, and not a B+.”

You roll your eyes. “Again, not based on her talent only, Mr. Jeon.” Like a kid, he copies your pose, the sleeves of his suit a little strained as his muscles bulge beneath the fabric. He even looked hot when he was mad. You stomp that thought down, whirling around to reach for Areum’s weekly performance review which you hastily slap down onto your desk. “Look,” you huff, flipping through the sheets carefully held together with a pink paper clip, “she’s good at art, but struggles a little with the instructions.”

Jungkook’s sighs, the sound practically a growl from how it catches in the back of his throat. And despite the annoyance wafting off of him in waves, he tries to subtly lean closer to get a look at your notes. He doesn’t drop his stance, doesn’t even apologize for coming on so rudely— not that it’s the first time —without knowing the situation. He remains as on edge as he was when he first walked in. “‘Needs to have instructions repeated multiple times,’” he recites, eyeing your detailed review.

You nod, trying to push the paper closer to him; Jungkook is standing a little too close now, the scent of his cologne tickling your nose. “She tends to get ahead of herself,” you explain, glancing over. You nearly flinch when he looks back, so close. His gaze is solid and unwavering, meeting yours with a serious glint in his as he listens carefully to what you’re saying. “She needs to work on listening first and then doing.”

For a minute, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, choosing to just rub his hand against his chin as he mulls over the information you’ve just presented him. And while standing beside this awfully gorgeous yet slightly hardheaded man is a little overwhelming, it’s better than having him accuse you of hating his five year-old kid. Areum peeks over and you offer her a tight-lipped smile, which she returns with her own sparkly grin. It eases your nerves.

“Okay,” Jungkook suddenly announces, clapping his hands together. The sound makes you jump, makes Areum run over too. He points a finger your way. “So help her improve her listening skills,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “That’s your job, right?”

You frown. “My job is to teach her,” you correct, unimpressed. “A child’s listening skills are something they usually develop at home.”

“At home?” he repeats, mindlessly placing his huge hand on the top of her tiny head. Areum’s got the same dark brown hair as him, the same glossiness and all, too. “So can’t you just come over and help her?”

You choke. “What?” you cough, flustered at Jungkook’s suggestion and how easily it’d rolled off his tongue. “I’m her teacher, Jungkook, not her tutor or nanny or whatever.”

“Miss __ is gonna come over?” Areum exclaims, clinging to her father’s pant leg.

“No,” you rush to correct, trying to respond in a way gentle enough for Areum but blunt enough for Jungkook. “That would be very inappropriate of me, Areum.” The aforementioned father rolls his eyes, stuffs the hand not petting Areum’s head into his pocket.

“Why?” she asks, as most kids do.

You sigh, straightforward in the glare you send Jungkook. “Only people you know and like should be going to your home, honey,” you try to explain, offering her the best, if strained, smile you can muster.

Areum blinks. “But I know and like you,” she says, and you’re touched for all of two seconds before she feels the need to tack on, “and Daddy likes you, too.” You freeze and it’s Jungkook’s turn to jolt in surprise. Areum pushes on. “Yeah, Miss __,” she nods, seemingly recalling a far distant memory. “Daddy calls you the pretty lady from school, mmhm.”

The blood rushes to your face. Jungkook jumps to his own defense. “No,” he chuckles nervously, trying to play it off as he glances between you and his child, “that’s— I didn’t say that, Areum.”

Another frown from the tiny human dead set on embarrassing the two of you. “What? But Daddy, you always ask about Miss__ and you always wanna visit school just to see—“

He interrupts her with a loud cough, cheeks aflame. Not that you’re any better, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. “We should, um,” Jungkook stammers, reaching for his briefcase, “head home now. Yes.” You nod meekly, clumsily handing him Areum’s art project before he can forget it on your desk. Your hands bump and the both of you stumble over each other’s apologies, choppily bidding each other goodbye.

“Bye, Miss __!” Areum calls, unaware of how she’s just reduced two functional adults into stuttering messes. Jungkook, who you previously wanted to throttle for being so annoying and insistent, spares you a shy glance that sends a tingle down your spine. “You can come over whenever you want! Daddy can make you dinner.”

[littlelioncub43]

Earned It

Summary: Andy always works so hard, and he’s earned a little break, don’t you think?

Pairing: Sub!Andy Barber x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 1,817

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, Minors DNI), d/s dynamic, sub!Andy (you’re welcome), dom!reader, collar and leash, Mistress kink, baby boy! Andy (You’re welcome!), edging, vocal Andy (YOU’RE WELCOME), desperate sex, leather kink(?).

A/N: I had sub!Andy thots and decided that y’all deserved to read some of it. I love a hot subby man, and Andy Barber just screams “I’m a big strong man who needs to be babied by a sweet dom who loves me.” And by Goddess, do I want to be that sweet dom. Anyhooters! I loved writing this. I have so many other sub!Andy thots, so let me know what you think about this! And maybe I’ll write the other thots I have. (yeah that’s right. I’ve resorted to bribing you guys to reblog my shit. I have no regrets. I feel no shame.) So please, comment and reblog! Let a sweet potato know what you think! 

Kisses 💋

—K

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"Please, Mistress, fuck—please," he begged, his voice ragged and raw from nearly 4 hours of begging, he both hated and loved being edged. He's naked as the day he was born, except a collar, the black leather one he loves ("it's classic, elegant, sexy. It's perfect" were his exact words). You're sat on his large mahogany desk, the papers he’d been looking over strewn across the floor, your legs spread wide for him to stand in between them, his large hands planted on either side of you. You watched as another bead of sweat trailed down the side of his neck, the droplet being lost underneath the collar cinched around his throat.

"What do you need, baby boy?" You hum softly, your lips grazing his as you pull his leash into you. You didn't have it in your heart to be cruel any longer, not when he's worked so hard.

You see his beautiful blue eyes flick to the lingerie set you're wearing. The black leather hugs your body perfectly, the bra pushing your tits together in a way that drives him absolutely mad, and the crotchless bottoms had him drooling for you. You know what he wants, but he also knows what you want— to hear him say it.

"Wanna fuck you, wanna make you cum on my cock, wanna cum inside you, Mistress, please," he rushes out, his chest heaving in his desperate plea. You take in his expression with a pleased hum, his eyes crazed with need, his kiss swollen lips were nearly a cherry red, his cheeks tinted a soft pink with his desire, his beard still coated in a layer of your release. You bring your free hand to push through his sweat damp hair, grinning at the way he practically purrs at the action.

"Such a needy boy today, aren't you?" You taunt, he nods eagerly, he'll be anything you want him to be if you'll let him fuck you, "but you've also been such a good boy, and good boys get what they want."

"Oh, god, thank you, Mistress " he moans in his raspy voice, his face relaxing in relief. You tug on his leash to pull him closer but have to swat his hand that tries to cradle your hip.

"Still no touching, baby, you know the rules," you scold softly as he whines but nods, murmuring an apology. "Now, go on.”

You watch as he rubs his aching cock through your soft petals, hands remaining on the wood, the wetness from your previous highs glazing his shaft with each rut of his hips. An eager thrust of his hips had his tip bumping into your clit, sending a shudder through your body that made Andy bite his lip. A displeased whine bubbled in the back of his throat after a handful of failed attempts of entering you. You chuckle meanly, making him pout. You decide that he’d had enough teasing, you reach between you, a shuddering gasp wracking his whole body when your hand wraps around his base. Positioning him at your quivering entrance, you tug on his leash to urge his hips forward.

“Oh my God! A-ahhhhhhh haaaaaaaaaah,” he groaned, the sound reverberating off the walls of his home office. The veins of his neck bulge as his head falls back, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he adjusts to the nearly suffocating pleasure of your cunt wrapped around him. You pant with him, the stretch always stung but in the most delicious way possible. Your free hand petting his hip while you coo sweet nothings to him.

“You good, baby boy?” You ask softly, smirking when he can do nothing but nod and moan out an unintelligible sentence. You give his open mouth a quick peck before laying back on his desk, the absence of your heat made Andy whine but he knew better than to argue with you. “Good. Move for me, baby, I wanna feel you.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Andy tried to reign himself in as best he could before drawing his hips back slowly. The slow drag of his bare shaft along your velvety walls had him gasping, you couldn’t help but gasp with him, Andy was a big boy in more ways than one. The first thrust forced a moan from you both, your pussy sucking him back in sloppily. The pace he was setting was slow but hard, his instincts telling him to ravage you as hard as he could but he knew he’d be in trouble if he went too fast.

“That’s it, Andy, that’s my good boy,” you moan when his thrusts fell into a rhythm that had your body burning for more. The praise went straight to his cock, a near pained moan flying from his lips. He loved being your good boy.

“O-oh fuck, Mistress,” he whimpered when you clenched down around him, his eyes rolling back in his head, hands balling into fists as his pace quickens. “Need to touch you, need to touch you, Mistress, please!”

The wanton tone of his voice has a fresh wave of slick pouring out of you, the room filled with the wet sounds of your cunt, his desperate begs, and your proud throaty moans. You listen to his breathy chants of ‘please’ for a few moments before trailing a hand up one of his arms, his skin is hot to the touch.

“Go ‘head, baby, touch me,” you encourage and squeeze your walls around him, reveling in the high pitched whimper it earns you. The moment you give him permission, his large hands are leaving the solid oak desk to wrap around your waist. He pulls you into each unforgiving thrust, your body bouncing across the surface of the desk, if he hadn’t been holding you in place you would have definitely fallen off by now.

“Thank you, Mistress, thank you, oh my god, thank you,” he babbles as he takes you, his legs spreading wider to get a better stance. His new stance has his tip brushing against the spongey spot deep inside you that has you practically shouting, your walls spasming around him. Andy quivers with you, moaning brokenly at the sudden tightness, before doubling down on that spot. His pace hurried and rough, although his aim is precise. The fat mushroom tip of his dick slams into your special spot with alarming accuracy. Your back arches off the desk, the tension in your belly building higher and higher as Andy speeds up. One of his hands leave your hip to start furiously rubbing at your swollen clit. “Come on, Mistress, cum for me, please, wanna see you cum, Mistress, please, wanna see you cum!”

“A-Andy!” You scream as you release, your legs twitching wildly around his waist, your back bows off the desk completely. His hand continues to rub your clit, helping you ride the crest of your high for as long as possible. Andy’s eyes drink in the view before him: you on your back, dressed in the hottest leather lingerie he’s ever seen, your hair a mess, skin sweaty and flushed, eyes rolled back into your head, and your beautiful lips parted in a passionate cry of his name.

When your eyes regain focus again, you find him staring down at you in a daze, his jaw hung open as he gasps and pants. You smile up at him on instinct, the sweet gesture not going unreturned, his own soft smile splitting his face in half. The feeling of your pussy gripping him in a firm hold has his smile falling away as his jaw drops and another whorish moan fills the room. He can feel his climax quickly approaching, his balls aching with the primal need to fill you to the brim. The look he gives you says it all; eyebrows pinched together at the center of his forehead, those baby blue eyes of his imploring you to let him have it, plump bottom lip slick with his spit and red from being chewed on, a thin string of drool coating his chin.

“Yeah, baby, you can,” you nod before he says anything, you knew Andy well enough to know what he was thinking, “take what you want, baby boy, you’ve earned it.”

It’s all the approval he needs before he’s plowing into you with a renewed vigor, his hands finding their perch on the curve of your hip, holding you in place while he ravages you like a mad man. He moans out a jumble of praises, ‘thank you’s, and curses, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets himself take what he wants. Your delicious moans blend with his perfectly, egging him on, fueling the fire that burned at the base of his spine.

“G-Gonna cum, Mistress,” he stuttered out in between moans, the tightness of the collar around his neck only adding to the delirious pleasure quickly closing around him.

“Fucking cum, Andy, cum inside me, baby boy, give it to me!” You cry for him, your hand pulling on his leash and clawing at his shoulder, your hips rolling into his, his eyes crossing slightly as they roll once more. A choked scream gets caught in his chest as he finally lets himself go, the room seems to go completely still, the world no longer turning, the only thing that spins is his head. Dizzying euphoria floods his every fiber, his muscles tense and relaxed all at once as his cum finally coats the inside of your walls. The grip he has on your hips hurts as he claws at your flesh, his body leaning over you as he fills you, his pace reduced to filthy, sloppy grinding.

The ringing in Andy’s ears subsides enough for him to hear the unending stream of moans and whimpers he’s letting out, his eyes finally opening to find you gazing up at him with a soft smile, your hand brushing through his hair lovingly as you tell him what a good job he did, what a good boy he is. All he can do is nuzzle into your palm dumbly, kissing your palm every chance he could.

“Come here, Andy,” you whisper and pull him down for a kiss, he melts into you the moment your lips touch, his chin wet from his drool. You both sigh into the kiss, any form of strict rules out the window as you tangle your limbs together. His legs feel like jelly, he opts to prop himself up on his forearms, framing your head. You rub a shaky hand up and down his side, letting him catch his breath.

“That was way longer than ‘a small break,’ Mrs. Barber,” Andy playfully whined, smiling down at you laid out on his desk. You give him a smirk and a casual shrug.

“What can I say, Mr. Barber? You earned it.”

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