#smutty cream pie

[kit-williams]

Can I get some cream pie action with Tulio?

This is at the start of my inbox...

I guess happy Mating Press March

Male Lead: Tulio Female Lead: Psychi Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marines Canon Status: I dunno probably not its why I gave it the ending that I did I let the spirit of the fic take me TW: Smut, Yandere behavior, Tulio behavior, dubcon?, cream pie Tag List: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

Note: Yeah keeping the canon status format thing from Fluffuary it's helpful for these sorts of asks.

The spice wine rushed over their tongues as it flowed freely and by the throne he wished he could allow such things to get him somewhat intoxicated but he would not stoop so low as to drinking mjod. He looked over to Psychi who wasn't used to such fine wines as her cheeks were flushed and given how her tunic was he could see how the tops of her breasts were flushed as well.

He forces himself to think about fighting tyrannids instead of the thoughts of how soft those would feel against his face... or how his tongue would run against her nipple... how he would suckle hard like a hungry babe. He grits his teeth as he forgets about the foul xeno he was suppose to be thinking about and thinks about the woman drinking and eating with him naked.

"Tulio?" She slurs softly as his eyes look to her and notice how her eyes are looking down... he follows her gaze and his face flushes as his own tunic is doing a terrible job to hide his desire.

"P-Psychoula I can explain." He felt like he was going through puberty again.

"No need Tulio." She says putting down her goblet as she crawls into his lounge chair and the wine must have made his darling bold as her hand starts to pet the cloth covered cock.

It twitches under her ministrations... of course it would for her hands. Tulio can't help but moan like some sort of virgin with the way her hand touches him. "Psychoula!" He bites his cheek to stop cumming right there.

His cry out causes her to flinch her hand away but she still felt emboldened as she leans forward with tears in her eyes, "Tulio please I have to repay you somehow!" He goes to stop her but she undoes the ties for her tunic letting it fall to her hips bearing her breasts to him and she crawls between his legs nuzzling his clothed cock. "Please... let me repay you." She hiccups softly.

He shouldn't he really shouldn't... it isn't proper.... so why was he undoing his tunic?! Why did he order her to undo her hair... of course it was to thread his fingers through her hair griping a handful as he watches her run her tongue against his cock. He shutters as he watches her lick a pearl of precum from the tip of his cock watching the way the white pearl of cum smears upon the pink of her tongue. How her eyes are half lidded as she lavishes her affections upon his flesh... running her hands up and down the shaft that isn't receiving her direct attention.

Tulio grits his teeth as he resists bucking up... as lurid as his desires and dreams may get he knows she has limits and he can't hurt her... but the way she tries to take as much as she can in her mouth... he hears her gag softly and the sensation of her saliva running down his cock is too much. He gently pulls on her hair, "Off now." He orders and she pulls off with a pop as she pants softly. She rubs her face and the flesh of her breasts against him.

He should stop. He should stop.... why isn't he stopping?! The voice inside his head whimpers as he grabs her chin and pulls her into a deep kiss tasting himself mingling with the spiced wine as he is doing everything wrong as he doesn't spend the time to prep her he just rubs his cock head against her cunt and then feels how she pushes herself down onto him... slowly pushing down each inch after inch... his hand against her cheek as he watches her get that blissed fucked out look.

"Please Tulio... please..." She begs softly and he bucks his hips up as his reply. He grunts and huffs and snarls as he has to restrain himself from burying hard and fast... he wants her and she's there on him pleading for him to fuck her and he wants to do so much! So MUCH! To her but he has a limited amount of time... unless he just keeps going until his body gives out. He pants at the horrid thought as they seem to spiral out of him as she... should be awake for these moments... but she didn't need to be awake is what the voice in his head says.

He came inside of her at those thoughts and lurid desires. He flipped her over less then gently as he looked down at her spread cunt still wrapped around his cock as his cum overflowed the sides and he pulled her legs to his chest as he thrusted down listening to her cries of pleasure and mercy as he knew she was overstimulated but just a little more! He bucked down hard, grunting like an animal, as he chanted her name and she mewled his own name so pathetically and at his mercy. He moans as he felt her walls strangle his cock and he flooded her fertile valley with his seed looking down at the way her walls were so spread as cum stained her thighs and oozed down her ass, making its way over her puckered bud. Tears left their mark on her face as she was sprawled over his lounge chair just looking up at him whimpering.

But he wanted more? Why? Why was she looking at him like that?

"Tulio?" She whimpered before flinching-

He snapped awake feeling his hearts racing and his thighs moist and his own release filling his nose. He rubs a hand over his eyes groaning before he realizes something is on his arm... and that something is a someone... a Psychi just snuggling against his arm... the chill of the night not an issue with how she was wrapped around his arm like a hot water bottle keeping her warm. He groans feeling like an awful creature... it was not often that she slept over and whenever she did... he had such intense sexual dreams which made him feel like a monster just barely hanging on...

But he wasn't one... he reassures himself as he tucks her into bed... and he watches her for awhile... before he takes a small piece of her clothing to release the rest of such pent up feelings.

[hysteria-things]

HEYY I LOVE YOUR STORIES COULD YOU MAYBE DO ONE FOR CHRIS OR MATT WHERE HE MEETS A GIRL ON TOUR WHEN SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND TELLS HER TO MEET HIM IN THE TOURBUS THEN YKK

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ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the versus tour takes place in your hometown! while doing autographs, you seem catch the matt sturniolo’s eye.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, choking if you squint, making out, oral (male and female receiving), dry humping (?), face fucking, spanking, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, marking, some degradation/praising, hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, ROUGHH

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,427

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added this to my welcome post but i’m going to say it here too. my requests are now CLOSED because i’ve been getting overwhelmed and i want to get them done LOL but my inbox is still open so feel free to chat with me :)

idk when i’ll open them again, but they will be eventually!

the moment you’ve been waiting for for months has finally arrived. you and your best friend hannah were lucky enough to get tickets to the sturniolo triplets tour in your hometown.

currently, the small talk line moves slowly but surely. your friend is decked out in purple for nick while you’re wearing blue for matt.

“we’re next!” hannah gushes, clapping her hands in excitement. she pushes you ahead of her. “i’m scared. you go first.”

you roll your eyes playfully. honestly, you’re not nervous to meet your favorites. you feel chill, which is the opposite of what you thought you’d be like.

matt greets you by hugging you tight and smiling. “how are you?” he asks, taking his card and signing it.

“i’m doing good.” you return his smile. “you liking the tour so far?”

he nods, eyeing you up and down. he feels something different about you. this doesn’t feel like any other small talk.

“i love it.”

the security man motions for you to go on ahead. of course, you listen and start to grab your items, but matt stops you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

see, if this were any other person you’d be weirded out by this question; but because it’s matthew sturniolo, you answer.

“nope.”

he licks his lips, taking the card that he signed and flipping it over to write something.

the scary security is getting angry and impatient with you, so you can only read what he wrote as you walk away. your eyeballs almost burst out of your skull.

i want to see you after the show.

now, you and hannah are standing in the red carpet line before the show actually starts.

you guys talk until it’s your turn, the both of you going since you want a group picture. first is chris, then nick, and lastly matt. he hugs you longer than the other two.

a chill runs down your spine when his voice tickles against your ear. “i’ll meet you outside later, right?”

he pulls away, getting ready to pose for the picture, but you nod for an answer.

“that was so much fun!” hannah screeches as you guys walk to the parking lot.

you agree, before stopping. “i need to go back and use the restroom. do you mind taking my stuff with you to my car?”

she grins, grabbing your stuff. “sure thing.”

you speed walk back to the venue, fewer and fewer people flooding the area as you wait.

a door opens moments later, sounding like the backstage door, and you turn to the source.

you blush, your cheeks heating up more and more the closer he gets with that damn smile on his face.

pinch me this can’t be real.

“hi,” he says lowly.

“hi,” you repeat back.

he looks at his watch. “they’re yapping away in there so we should have some time.”

you’re not sure what that means but again: since it’s matthew fucking sturniolo… you’ll listen without a doubt.

your heartbeat pumps rapidly in your chest when he sneaks you into the tour bus.

you kind of feel bad for leaving hannah behind… but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

the bus looks way bigger on the outside than the inside, and you’re still trying hard to wrap your head around that you’re with matthew. fucking. sturniolo.

he admires the way you take it all in with his hands shoved into his pockets. he’s sure you’re thinking about so many things right now, but the only thing he can think of is how badly he wants to fuck you.

thinking about a fan that way is insane, but he just finds you so much different than any other fan girl. you’re confident, kind, and gorgeous.

you finish observing the tour bus and smile wide at him. “it’s very cool in here.”

“yeah.” he chuckles. “the beds are a tight squeeze though.”

you giggle, and he steps closer. your mind runs a million miles a minute with each step he takes. “do you trust me?” he questions, now inches away from you.

you raise a brow suspiciously. “should i not?”

he smirks, shaking his head. “i’m just checking.” he places his hands on your hips gently, running them up and down.

leaning towards your ear, he whispers. “be good for me, yeah?”

your legs subconsciously squeeze together, and he cups your cheeks with his palms. he leans in slowly. he hesitates when his lips ghost yours to see if you’d protest, but because you don’t, he kisses you.

his tongue licks your lips to indicate that he wants you to open, but you don’t. you feel the coldness of his rings on the side of your neck before he squeezes. when you gasp at the sudden contact, that’s his sign for his tongue to enter your mouth. “you promised you’d be good.” he says between the kiss.

you smirk. “i didn’t promise anything.”

he snarls, leaning back in. the make-out goes on for at least thirty seconds before he pulls away, the lipstick you had on now smeared on both of your mouths.

your eyes have a mind of their own and look down, seeing his rock-hard erection as clear as day through his jeans. “get on your knees.”

your eyebrows shoot to your hairline at the sudden tone change, but you obey either way.

he wastes no time to unbuckle his belt to pull down his jeans, his dick springing out right in front of you. the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. you open your mouth wide without him having to tell you, and he smirks.

leaning in, he grabs your hair and stops you. “no.” he says.

instead, he slaps the head on your tongue before pushing in slowly. it’s like you can feel every vein enter your mouth, gagging in the process when he’s deep in your throat. “holy shit.” he breathes, seeing how much of him you took.

it’s not all of it, but it’s more than he thought. you give him puppy dog eyes through your lashes, despite them being glossy.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, jaw slack as he watches his dick run past your lips in one swift motion. the grip on your head stays tight, him hunching over slightly to get deeper.

you moan at the shape protruding in your throat, the gagging and sloppy wet noises making you turned on even more. “fuck i’ve been wanting to do this since you opened that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he pants, moving at an ungodly speed that makes it hard for you to breath. “do you just let random guys use this mouth? sure seems that way.”

you moan again, lifting yourself off of the ground the tiniest bit so you can feel the top of his shoe on your swollen clit.

whimpering at the feeling, you start to grind yourself on it while he still fucks your mouth. your arms wrap around his leg, humping faster like a bitch in heat.

“that’s a little pathetic.” he laughs hoarsely, groaning when his dick twitches. “so, so needy for me.”

you let out a pained sob because along with your throat, the feeling of you grinding also hurts. it would be best if you had something way more than his shoe.

“s-shit.” he whimpers, pulling out to where only the tip is in your mouth, making sure you get all of his cum on your tastebuds. he smears the rest on your lips.

matt lifts you from the ground, bending you over the small table that they have. he grabs your ass before giving it a light spank.

it’s his turn to kneel now, simultaneously taking off your leggings. he bites your ass before sliding your panties over. you feel his breath against your aching core. “jesus christ.” he mumbles. “you’re dripping down your legs already. aren’t you just an eager thing?”

he spreads your folds with his thumbs, blowing cool air on them that makes you jolt. you’re too sensitive for that.

then, your phone starts to ring right next to you. it’s hannah.

shit.

you cannot not answer, because if you don’t she’ll think something is wrong. you swipe, putting the phone on speaker. “hell— oh.”

matt immediately digs into you, eating you out like he hasn’t eaten ever in his life.

“where the hell are you? i’ve been waiting by your car for like thirty minutes. using the bathroom shouldn’t take this long, y/n.”

the man below you squeezes your thighs, spreading yourself wider to practically be nose-deep inside of you. your eyes roll back hard, mouth hanging open with silent moans leaving it. “hello?”

“h-hannah i’m sorry i’ll— mm— be out s-soon. i’m sorry.”

“are you okay?” she questions.

with that, matt starts sucking at your bud, causing your legs to shake. you grip the table as hard as you can, your upper body giving out and laying flat on the surface in front of you.

“yes i’m fine!” you say, trying to reach for his head and push him away, but that only makes him grab onto you harder.

he’s fascinated by the way you taste it’s almost hypnotizing. your arousal drips down his chin, and the way he’s sucking has your orgasm wash over you without warning. “i’m cumming.” you whine, and you feel the smug smile on his face.

“oh, so you’re coming? thank god because it’s a little chilly out here,” hannah replies.

“fuck yes.” you moan but cover it by clearing your throat. “i mean, yes. i will be coming in a-a bit.”

she sighs through the phone. “okay.”

you quickly hang up without saying goodbye, holding on for dear life since your release knocked your legs out.

he holds you, getting up and wiping your cum off of his face. “you’re a bit of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

spank.

“leaving your friend out there all alone.”

spank.

“so that you can fuck me.”

spank.

“like a slut.”

spank.

you wince every time he hits you, the stinging tingling on your ass. he grabs your hips and arches you more.

he moves his tip up and down at your entrance teasingly, getting wetter by the second. “matt, please.” you whine, your pussy desperate for his cock. “please fuck me.”

he stops, waiting for a beat before pushing into you like it’s no big deal. he’s big for sure, but because of your wetness, he slides in perfectly. the both of you moan, and matt stares at where you conjoined. “your pussy’s fucking amazing.” he groans. “by far the best i’ve ever had.”

you start to bounce back on him since he’s taking his sweet ass time, but out of nowhere starts pounding into you.

whatever they have on the table starts to either fall or rattle from him railing into you. he takes your hands and pins them behind your back. “harder.” you wince out, and he whistles.

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he says, doing the opposite and slowing down. “you won’t be able to speak, baby.”

baby. you moan at the nickname.

you’re way past the point of ‘omg i’m hanging out with matt sturniolo!’

you try bouncing your ass back again, but this time he smacks it and spreads your legs wider to plow into you deeper. “so impatient.” he sighs.

all you can do is scream and gasp for air with each thrust, hands balled up into fists.

your mind becomes blank once your eyes cross, your mouth hung open with your chin resting on the table. he hits just the right spot each time, squeezing around him.

“i— i—” you try to warn that you’re close, but your mind won’t let you.

he wasn’t kidding about the won’t be able to speak part.

“you can do it,” he says, knowing damn well you can’t.

your body becomes limp like a rag doll, matt having completely corrupted you.

he tuts fake pouting. “look who’s cock drunk. be a good girl and cum for me. you deserve it.”

blabbing a response, you squirt before cumming harder than before. usually, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too far gone to care.

“that’s so hot.” he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm. “come on, baby. one more.”

“i can’t.” you sob, his hand letting go of yours before wrapping your hair not once but twice to lift your body to his.

“you can and you will,” he says, your third orgasm already building up in less than two minutes.

tears run down your face, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. there’s no way the human body can have this much pleasure and be okay.

matt kisses your neck, sucking a big mark when he finds the sweet spot. “i know you’re close already.” he says, his cum starting to leak into you deep.

you can’t stop your body from spasming, letting out one last sob before you cum again.

he pulls out, laying down on top of you and rubbing around your body soothingly to calm you down from your heavy breathing.

he covers your full cunt with your underwear so his cum doesn’t ooze out. he kisses your clothed pussy, and you flinch from the sensitivity. “making sure it’s in there.” he smirks.

after a few minutes, he helps you sit on the table to put your undergarments back on. your eyes are half closed from the post-sex haze.

matt grabs you water and a bag of chips before giving you one last hug. you guys talk for a little before he makes sure the coast is clear for you to get out without being seen.

you’re limping like crazy back to your car, seeing hannah impatiently tap her foot while leaning against the door.

once she sees you, she comes storming over. “you’re so lucky you’re my best friend or i would kill you.” she threatens. “i’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“i’m sorry.” you rasp out.

she studies your face, and it looks like you quite literally saw god. “oh my god, are you sure you are alright? you look like you got jumped.”

“it’s the after-show feeling.” you lie. “i’m exhausted. let’s go.”

she doesn’t question anymore, not even the random snacks and water you have. you start the car and place the stuff matt gave you down until you see there’s a post-it note attached to the bag of sour cream and onion.

to my favorite fan,

xxx-xxx-xxxx

text me when you get the chance, gorgeous

- matt :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon Fucks a Human Sacrifice (deleted scene)

⟢Alastor x Reader - The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (A Valentino Production)

Valentino has acquired a living, breathing human in hell. But at the begging of Angel, Alastor makes a deal in exchange for her soul.

Part 1 smut 💦 Part 2 smut 💦 Side Story Part 3 smut 💦 Part 4 smut💦 Epilogue sexual Deleted Scene smut 💦 📍

I simply couldn’t fit this in anywhere but it’s still a fun lil read so figured might as well share. Wrote back in like February 😅 you may see I cannabalized some lines from this as I never intended to post it

「Warnings/Promises: Alastor x Fem Reader short smutty scene , love making???, Alastor is oddly affectionate and loving, you got him so fucked up, cream pie, riding him like a coin operated airplane in front of the grocery store, so like slow but still super fun?, deleted scene so starts and ends abruptly, redemption is for losers, Alastor moans」

Minors, hey,

hey

💥🗞️DNI

“I’m hopeless.”

“About what?” You glanced at him, a small laugh coming.

When he didn’t reply, you looked back at him, lingering a little longer.

His smile softened, eyes seeming to dilate ever so slowly as he stared. Finally, “Redemption. What a silly little thing.”

You hummed in agreement, going back to your phone, “Right? Who needs heaven when I have everything I need here.”

Had you said it on purpose? So easily cut into him? Was this surgical precision or dumb luck?

He laughed , “You always seem to understand perfectly, my little doe. How do you do it?”

Your smile reached your eyes, “I was made to be your undoing, remember? It comes naturally, mon cher.”

He pulled the phone from your hands and set it on the blanket, mouth coming to the well of your ear, “Say it again”

A chill ran down your spine, fine hair standing on end as goosebumps ran down your arm. “Mon Cher,” the words barely left your mouth before he kissed you, swallowing them into himself. Why? How? A hunger still foreign to him, rising from his lap and igniting his chest.

You felt his hands trembling on your chin, "Are you okay Alastor?

He shook his head no. "I want all of you, my love."

A word you hadn't anticipated. Hadn’t planned for. Hadn’t even dreamed of.

"You have my eternal soul, pretty sure I also threw my body into the deal," He kissed along your jaw then down your neck, making you sigh and relax against his mouth, "What else is there?"

"I don't know. I dont know what I'm saying." He pulled you onto him, setting you on his lap with bent legs holding you steady. Bringing you down for a soft kiss on your lips, "Why does heaven get to decide what redemption looks like?"

He moved aside your sleep shorts, humming happily to find you wearing nothing underneath.

Alastor famously hated you on top. You learned intimately what inspired him to be in the mood, and you on top was decidedly not it. He pulled down his own pajama pants, and began to rub his sticky wet head against your heat.

"Alastor, you -- I thought you didn't like me on top?" You asked, trying to not discourage him.

"I have an odd appetite today, dear. Entertain me?" He began to push in, hands coming to your hips to bring you down onto him. You rested both hands onto his chest for balance, breath already quickening with the burn of him stretching you out first thing in the morning.

When he began to lift your hips and move you up and down his length, you could understand why this would still satiate him. He was still taking the lead, still the one in control.

But something unusual was happening, he was uncharacteristcally vocal. Normally, the only sounds during sex with him were your own pants, his breathing, and the sound of his body slapping into yours. A rare moan tumbled from his mouth, making you clench around him. You licked your lips, wanting another. His eyes were on your connection, watching himself sink into you and disappear entirely. His face was…indiscernable. Somewhere between entranced and desperate.

You took a chance, seeing he was in a different mood than ever before. Putting his hands in yours, you brought them off your hips and laced your fingers into his. As his hands met yours, you leaned into them and let him hold your weight as you rode him. As you tried to find a pace, you watched his eyes tighten close, another breathy moan forced out of him.

Oh, the things that sound did to you. Was this was how good he felt when he was fucking you? Was this that high he seemed to be chasing every time you eagerly let him pin you down?

Unpracticed and clumsy, your hips rolled over his cock. Soon you were letting your full body weight fall into his lap as you plunged him as deeply as you could. You leaned in for a kiss, your own motions making your mouths slide over each other as your lips tried to make contact in the right places. Failing, you left kisses on his chin, his cheek, just below his nose. Another moan, a sigh, then--- did you hear your name ghost over your mouth?

That was all you needed, you slowed and ground down on him, friction bringing you to the edge and tossing your body over it with a violent shudder.

As you stilled, trying to ride out your orgasm, Alastor bucked up into you. A little scream as your softened walls jumped at the contact. Another thrust up, until he was fucking you through the after effects of your orgasm, chasing his own. You wanted to say something, but you didn't want to push. This was already so out of the norm, you felt the moment was fragile.

He whinced, a series of moans threatening to make you cum all over again as he met his release. You could feel his cock jerking inside you, twitching as he flooded you with his seed. What a lovely feeling, warm and full. You wanted to roll off before you dripped down him, another thing you knew he was uncomfortable with. But when you tried to move his hands went back to your hips and pressed you down. His head pushing deep against the end of your cunt.

"Please, just-- stay like this for me." His voice was low and soft against your cheek, a loud crack of static peppering his voice.

You'd stay like this until the inevitable heat death of the universe if he asked. You'd never leave his cock if he so much as mentioned the idea.

[loveshotzz]

Soooo, I keep wanting to read a smutty blurb/fic on Steve alternating between soft/gentle and hard/fast on female reader during doggy. I’d write it myself but I get too turned on to finish (the story anyway ayyyooo!)

hi bb! i saw your post and it had set my brain into motion and then when i saw you popped it in my requests I got so excited. needed to write something a lil dirty after all the fluff. i hope you like it! ♥️

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+, established relationship, unprotected sex, cream pie, spanking, steve’s a little cocky and we’re a little needy.

Steve’s hands keep a tight grip on the soft curve of your hips, the whites of his knuckles showing under tan skin. He’s mesmerized by the dip of your back when it curves to meet his thrust, the fat of your ass rippling against the tops of his hairy thighs.

“So pretty baby, god - so fuckin’ pretty.”

He leans forward, big hands leaving your hips to press down on the mattress next to yours, somehow pushing in deeper, punching a soft gasp from you while your fingers curl tight in the sheets.

Slick skin against slick skin, the sound of how wet you are is almost obscene as it mixes with each of his grunts that fill the quiet of your bedroom. Every slow drag of his cock against the velvet vice grip of your walls has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. His fat tip hitting that spot just right every time.

He keeps his pace slow, each roll of his hips precise in their mission to make you come undone for the second time tonight. The strand of hair he’s always pushing back drips sweat against his forehead while his lips ghost wet kisses along your shoulder blades.

“That where you want me?” He breathes hot against your ear with another short pump, obsessed with the small whine it gets him.

“uh huh” is all you manage to get out when he does it again.

“So good at takin’ all of me honey, always -fuck” he twitches when your walls squeeze at his praise,”always takin’ it all.”

His thrusts stay deep, slow, pointed and the coil that’s been tightening in your gut for what feels like hours starts to get painful. The need for more makes your hips push back before they circle, your arousal coating the dark patch of hair that frames what you’re begging for. Tightening your walls with purpose to antagonize him, the moan he gives you has your lips twist in a smirk.

“What? Am I not giving you enough?” He whispers when he regains control.

The tip of his nose trails along the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck before he lifts himself back onto his haunches, his hands grabbing greedy at your sides. squeezing, massaging.

Your legs shake when he stretches you out in a different way, your cheek hitting the mattress while your hips push up to try and take more. It was his favorite getting you like this. desperate.

One of his hand drops between your thighs, the pads of his fingers playing messy with your clit while the other restablishes a bruising hold on your plush curves. A soft chuckle leaving him when you gasp at the new sensation, teetering the edge of overstimulation.

“I asked you a question honey, it’s rude not to answer.” He pulls almost all the way out, making you dangerously close to feeling empty before he snaps his hips burying himself to the hilt. He ignores your cry and the way you almost rip the sheets off the mattress, asking again.

“Am I not giving you enough? You gonna tell me what you want?”

The palm of his hand cracks down against the side of your ass, the jiggle of it making him lick his lips. Your walls flutter, pulling him deeper when he rubs the sore spot, grabbing and squeezing at the soft fat to get a better look at how you drip for him.

“f-faster, please” you manage to squeak when his fingers between your legs start moving in more determined circle eights.

“Such a needy girl” He pulls all the way out this time, replacing his fingers on your clit with his leaking tip. He rubs it against your bundle of nerves, your slick making it slide easily from side to side with pointed pressure. It makes your jaw drop, eyes closing tight as you nod in agreement, your hips starting to rock against him with your orgasm dangerously close like this.

It doesn’t take Steve long to notice, his own release begging to come out with yours but he wants to be buried inside you first.

“Not yet.” He tutts, taking the attention from your clit with him, lining back up at your entrance. “Need you to do it on my dick baby, I wanna feel it.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, not that there was one when he stretches you back out again. It stings in a way that has your eyes watering when he’s half way in, your toes curling when his pelvic bone meets your ass cheeks completely buried, almost bullying your cervix.

“Fuck! - Steve!” You pant trying to adjust to his size again, but he barely gives you any recovery time before he’s setting a brutal pace.

“Just giving you what you want honey, this is what you wanted right?” He taunts between gritted teeth, his eyes threatening to hit the back of his skull when you start to meet his thrusts. Insatiable.

The sound of skin slapping against skin battles with the sticky mess of your arousal as he keeps pounding into you, pulling your cheeks apart to watch how you coat him creamy white. You’re close, he can feel it.

“Need you to be a good girl and cum for me.” He grunts, his long fingers finding their way back to your bundle of nerves making you clench hard around him. “Yeah baby, just like that. Come on, I know you wanna give it to me.”

The grip on your hip becomes iron tight as he drives into you relentlessly, the box springs of your mattress squeak while your head board smacks against the wall with each harsh thrust.

“I’m- I’m gonna - god” you moan loudly when he finds the perfect speed between his fingers and the quick rolls of his hips, the coil tightening to it’s limit finally snapping making you see white.

His name comes out in a scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, bringing him to the brink with you. His body goes rigid, cock twitching deep inside of you. A guttural moan escapes somewhere from his chest when he paints your insides, your walls squeezing him so tight it threatens to push him out. He keeps the hold on your hips, making you take all of what he’s giving you before he finally collapses on your back, completely spent.

He leaves sloppy kisses anywhere he can reach, your shoulders, your spine, the back of your neck. Droplets of sweat drip onto your heated skin from his forehead, as he slowly pulls out wincing when he’s finally free. Flopping down on his back after, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you to his chest. He lips feather light on both your cheeks, your nose, and then finally your mouth, chuckling out of breath when you whine puckering for more. His needy girl.

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in which Harry wants to buy your albums but then he realizes he wants a little something more from you or where Harry fucks you so you'll calm down

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I Guess You're All Mine (11.9k words) (friends to lovers)

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The Scientist & the Stripper (15.2k words) (nerd!harry | virgin!harry)

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A quick filthy, requested blurb. Nothing more and nothing less.

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Harry just wants to make his princess happy OR The story of you and Harry, how you met, and all the rest.

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Use Me Up (7k)

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The Babysitter (2k)

PART 2 (2.5K)

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She Likes To Watch (4.8k)

Harry and his wife have an interesting lifestyle but when they invite you over for a night of fun you realize you're more into it than you thought you'd be. hothusband!harry

Truth or Dare (6.7k)

Based on this request: Harry's never been to a slumber party so Y/n decides to remedy that and give him a sleepover he'll never forget.

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Rated R (pt 2)

Summary: Y/N and matt try out their sexual fantasies

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, P in V, Unprotected sex (do not try this at home), orgasm denial, squirting, cream pie, multiple orgasms, oral (male and female receiving), Dom!Matt, Sub!Reader, dumbification, ‘sir’ kink, choking, slapping, OVERALL FILTHY

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE FIRST PART!! this is my first attempt at writing smut sooo i just hope you love this :)

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“don’t make me say it again Y/N strip” matt says as his eyes darken and fill of lust. i’ve never seen this side of matt before but i have to say i absolutely love this side of him.

i take off my shirt and pants leaving me in nothing but my black bra with lace and a little bow at the front that pushes my breast up in the right way and my matching black underwear, i look up at matt as he’s eyeing my figure up and down before breaking the silence “god you’re sexy…” i smiled at his compliment before he grabbed me by my waist and threw me on the bed letting a small yelp escape my lips, as he smiled devilishly and lustfully he ripped my bra off breaking the clasps in the back, “matt” i wined “that was my favorite bra” i drug out the last word “ill buy another one Y/N” he said sternly before ripping off my black lacey thong and another yelp escaping my lips.

Matt wasted no time placing his tongue flat and licking a strip up my soaking wet pussy and a loud moan ripping from my mouth echoing through the room. “nope be a good girl and keep quiet for me yeah? can you do that” he said mumbling into my pussy while continuing to eat me out i nodded trying to get my words together but matt always lives up to his nickname ‘matt the munch’ he was eating me like his last meal. “awwww has my little slut gone dumb already? i haven’t even fucked you and you’re dumb from my mouth” i moan as a response “oh u like being called a slut, use your words sweet girl” he smirks. i swallow before answering “Yes matt” as my back arches, matt uses his hand to press my hips down to the bed before lifting his head up “from now on it’s yes sir or i stop” he snarls. i’ve never seen or heard him talk to me this way before but his words make me wetter then i have been before. “y-y-yes sir” i stutter out. “good fucking girl” he mutters out before sucking harshly on my sensitive clit and adding not 1 but 2 fingers into my needy hole.

within a few minutes i’m a moaning mess, my legs are trembling from pleasure and i’m moaning and on the verge of tears. “i can’t get enough of this sweet pretty pussy…it’s all fucking mine” he growls before dipping his head back in and sucking harsher on my clit while violently shoving his ring and middle finger into me at a constant pace “Who’s pussy is this” he snarls into my pussy “mph- i-it’s” i can’t even speak from my brain being fogged by the amount of pleasure im receiving from matt’s mouth and lengthy fingers “your so dumb on my fingers” he chuckles before i knew it his fingers were in me even faster, a pornographic moan left my lips at his actions “who’s pussy is this Y/N” he grabs my throat while maintaining a constant pace.

“y-yours” i strain out

he smiles “My good girl.. you listen so well to me”

i moan in response as my legs began to tremble harder then they have before. matt chuckles before taunting me “is my cumslut close?” all i can do is moan and nod “nu uh none of that, use ur words” he spits “y-yes sir.. so close” he laughs “aww too bad ur not cumming” i wine in response as my legs began to give me away and let him know how close i really am “are you cumming” he growls while looking lustfully with those beautiful blue eyes “n-no s-sir” i stutter out

Slap

i moan at his rough yet gentle slap against my cheek “Are you cumming Y/N?”

i wine and moan before slowly and raspy answering “n-n-no”

Slap

another firm but gentle slap on my cheek “beg for it”

“mph- p-please sir… please”

he chuckles “harder. beg me harder” while using his thumb to toy at my sensitive bud

a loud pornographic moan escapes my lips “ple- please let me cum.. s-s-so close”

“cum” was all he had to say before i completely let go and squirted on his arm, his hand, our shared bed, anything in the way was absolutely soaked

as i rode out my high matt let out soft praises such as ‘that’s it’ ‘you’re doing amazing’. when i came i came HARD and it was euphoric

“i’m not done with you” my eyes widen and he smirked at my response

“w-what” i said with a rasp in my voice “t-too s-sensitive.. i-i can’t take it”

he smiles “you can and you will.. butterfly is your safe word.. use it wisely..understand me?”

i nodded but that wasn’t enough

Slap

“i said.. understand?”

“y-yes sir” i smiled at his harshness, i know it’s the wrong time to say this but fuck.. i absolutely love this side of matt… it was a completely different side of him but i was absolutely enjoying every single second of it.

he flipped me over by my waist so my head was in the pillow and my ass was in the air with my back arched, i softly hummed in response. matt took his shirt and pants off along with his underwear in one swift motion and started slowly stroking his cock with his hand. i slowly looked over at him, his cock was red and throbbing, needing to be touched with its leaking pre-cum, obviously he caught me staring at his throbbing cock.

“on second thought, get on ur knees right now” he smirked

i nodded and got off the bed and walked towards his direction and was immediately greeted by matt who forcefully brought me to my knees infront of his cock.

“suck” was the only thing that left his mouth before i opened my mouth and kitty licked his throbbing and aching tip letting a groan out from him “stop that and use that pretty mouth of yours to please me instead of teasing me” i continued to kitty lick his tip while licking from his base to his tip which didn’t seem to make him happy as he grabbed my head and pushed it to where my nose was touching his pelvis and making me gag and a long loud groan left his lips “mm i’m gonna cum down ur slutty throat” i moan around his cock using the vibrations to create more pleasure for matt, as now he’s a groaning mess as i’m bobbing my head up and down his thick cock.

“j-just like that” he groans out

i continue my work and occasionally deep throating his entire cock down my throat sticking my tongue out a little to create a deeper feel.

“mmph im so close Y/N”

i hallow my cheeks and bob my head around the tip of his cock using my hand to twist and go up and down on the base and the parts that don’t fit in my mouth for a few minutes before a long moan and slight whimper comes out of his mouth and his warm cum shoots down my throat.

he helps me up before throwing me back on the bed with my feed dangling off the bed with my ass in the air and face in the mattress, and before i knew it he toys with my clit using the tip of his cock causing my hips to jerk forward.

“ooo so the slut likes her little sensitive clit being played with” he teases

“please fuck me” i plead

“hm? what’s that” matt says obviously playing dumb

“please fuck me.. i need ur cock deep in me please”

he rams it into me no time to adjust to his size or girth immediately bottoming out leaving me speechless.

“mmm fuck ur pussy was made for me eh?” he groans thrusting his hips deep and hard into me kissing my cervix and touching my G-spot all at the same time causing my eyes to roll back and a loud moan escaping my lips which was muffled by the mattress.

he grabs a wad of my hair and pulling me up to his chest while still absolutely destroying my pussy before a growling in my ear “say this pussy was made for me..” he starts “feel me filling you up so fucking good” i moan louder almost screaming at this point “i-it w-was m-made for you” another moan spilling out of my lips as he thrusts almost deeper in me.

he pushes my body back down and pressing my face into the mattress leaving me a moaning mess.

“such a fucking slut for me huh? you like being used like a fuck toy? my personal fuck toy? you like that?” he thrust became faster and harder at the same time. the sounds spilling out of me louder then i can control, i can’t even answer with my eyes in the back of my head and my mouth wide open with moans escaping my lips

“is my little cock whore dumb on my cock? hm? can’t even speak?” screams and cry’s of pleasure leak out of my mouth as i’m approaching another orgasm.

“are you close baby?” his voice softens in my ear as he begins to attack my neck with dark hickies

i nod “y-yes yes yes.. p-please let me cum”

he hums “go on come on my cock baby, you can do it”

he thrusts as hard and deep as he can as i squirted all over his cock and again he’s still thrusting in me

“give me one more baby, you can do it” he says in almost a whisper in my ear before flipping me over with my legs on his shoulders and leaning over me looking down at me with his eyes glued to mine and occasionally looking down at my red pussy from how many times i’ve came undone to him tonight.

he presses his hand on my lower stomach causing me to roll my eyes back and tears start forming in my eyes as i become overstimulated.

“can you feel me right here baby?” he growls down at me. i can’t answer him without stuttering, im trying to speak but the only thing leaving my lips are moans

Slap

a soft yet gentle slap against my cheek once again.

“i asked you a question.. answer it” he snarls

“y-yes!” i scream out in pleasure

“mmm fuck i’m gonna cum so deep in your fucking tight pussy” he groans out

leaving me a moaning mess beneath him he grabs my face forcing me to look at him

“look at me when i cum in you.. we’re gonna cum together okay?” his voice softens

i moan in response but still softly and harshly answer “y-yes”

his thrusts become sloppy and harder as he gets closer to his high and i get closer to mine i become more louder lifting my back off the bed trying to maintain eye contact with matt.

“cum” he says in a harsh but soft voice i came undone beneath him as i squirted again all over his cock and all over the bed as he groans and releases in me while slowly pulling out trying not to hurt me as i collapse on the bed with him next to me as he turns to look at me with soft blue eyes.

“i wasn’t too harsh on you was i?” he states with a soft yet gentle tone

i smile “absolutely not.. i loved that.. and i love you”

“i love you more Y/N/N” he starts “now lets go get a bath going and we’ll come back and cuddle”

he picks me up bridal style to run us a bath as he carefully sits me down he gets right behind me kissing my neck softly

“you know if you woulda just asked i woulda done that a long time ago..” he chuckles softly

i smile while leaning against his back “i’m sorry i waited so long i just know how gentle you are with me so i didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable about being so aggressive with me”

he rubs his hand up and down my arm “i know but not gonna lie i enjoyed that a lot.. i mean a LOT” he smiles down at me

“considering my legs are still trembling i can say i didn’t just enjoy it.. i absolutely loved that matt” i softly say with a smile plastered on my lips

he kisses my cheek “from now on anything you wanna try i will not hesitate to try it”

“deal” i say with a smile kissing his soft lips

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A/N pt 2- SOOO HOW DID WE LIKE THIS? i got a little carried away.. BUT THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE!!! i’m cooking up a chris version for this maybe.. 🤫🤫🤫

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Guilty

Summary: Your boyfriend, Hiromi, finds you guilty of getting off without him.

Characters: Higuruma Hiroami x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, smut, p in v, cream pie, no protection

Count: 1.2K

A/N: I fell in love with Hiromi—I adore him. I’m only on volume twenty of JJK right now but I had to write a fic, so its probably out of character forgive me! 💚

“Well, well, well, looks like I caught you red-handed.” Hiromi’s voice rang in your ear, causing you to jump, throwing your cell phone across the room, “Oh Sunshine,” Hiromi walked across the room, fine-tailored black suit clinging to him. You watched in pure embarrassment as he picked the phone up, handing it to you as he placed kisses along the side of your neck,

Feeling his lips on your skin, you tilted your head back, looking into your boyfriend's dark brown eyes. “I wasn’t doing anything, " the phony moans of a smutty audiobook blasted from your phone. I’m innocent until proven guilty.” Despite the tired look in his eyes, Hiromi smirked as he grabbed the back of your computer chair, turning you to face him.

“Well then,” he slowly sank to his knees in front of the chair, “I don't believe I’ll need Judgeman to find out if you’re innocent.” He slowly unbuttoned the top of your dress pants, pulling them down to pool around your ankles. As he did, his fingers trailed lovingly over your beautiful skin. His touch was slow, sweet, and tentative.

But that quickly changed.

You inhaled sharply as he forced your legs apart to examine your pussy, fingers reaching out, toying with the flimsy pink lace that barely covered your folds. You knew what he saw, and knowing what he examined had your heart racing as his eyes lingered on your folds for a moment before those dark eyes ran up at you, “Oh, Sunshine, you aren't innocent at all.” He ran his thumb over your clothed clit, watching the end of the bullet vibrator inside of you shake. “You’re guilty.”

“Nngh! I-I am!”

“Look at you, you soaked through your panties. And that toy of yours is vibrating a lot.”

Hiromi ran his forefinger and middle finger over the cloth covering your throbbing wet cunt. The contact made me shiver; you were so close already, and feeling him press against your throbbing center almost had you seeing stars. He was right; you were guilty, wet as fuck, so turned on you’d soaked your paint, and every lingering touch felt so fucking good. Your boyfriend hooked his fingers under the cloth of flimsy, pulling it to the side and exposing your pretty pussy to him, causing him to growl.

“God, you look good.” He slid his hands under your ass, pulling you to the edge of the chair, “does that toy feel good?”

“Y-Yeah, but it’s not as good as you.”

“Is that so?” Hiromi licked his lips before he yanked the buzzing toy out of you; you cried out, gripping his hair with one hand as you brought the other to your mouth, biting your knuckles. ”tell me what you want.”

“I-I want you to fuck me.”

Suddenly, you were pulled out of your chair and placed lovingly on the ground. As Hiromi hoovered above you, he traced circles, hearts, and, holy fuck, even stars over your clit as his other hand worked as a belt. You bit down harder on your knuckles, moaning as you began bucking and rocking your hips against his crotch. Hiromi hummed, tossing his toe over his shoulder as he grabbed your legs, forcing them to rest over his hips.

Your Boyfriend began pushing slowly inside of your tight, wet walls. He stopped when he noticed your eyebrows twitching as needed. He could feel you; your wet wells were hugging his cock, and any move would send you over the edge in no time, so why would he go soft and sweet like normal? No, he knew you weren’t going to last long. So Hiromi did what any boyfriend would, and he fucked you hard.

You arched your back off the floor as a flood of whimpers and gasps trickled out from your mouth. Seeing you arch so prettily had Hiromi humming in approval as he slid two fingers down, toying with your clit as he pulled out, his massive tip snagging on the tight ring of muscles at your entrance. Your boyfriend grunted as he slid back inside of you, pumping his cock in and out of you in the most delectable way.

“Oh God!” you shouted as he angled his hips, allowing the head of his cock to brush against your g-spot. You sucked in a breath through your clenched jaw inhaling through the nose before your eyes rolled back.“Hiro fuck Sunshine!” Your hand pulled at his hair, holding him tight against your clit, “Rub on it faster, oh God make me cum, please!” He pumped his hips faster, rubbing your clit in the fast circles you loved, sending you over the edge. “Hiro!” You screamed, arching your back as you came on his cock.

Hiromi moaned, kissing you deeply as he fucked into your pussy with a force so powerful the floorboard creaked underneath you. The feeling of your lips moving frantically against his, the feeling of your tight wet cunt squeezing him, was all he needed to have his hips stilling.

“N-Nngh!!” he cried out into your mouth as he continued pumping himself into you, pushing his cum further inside of you with a shaky sigh. “M-mm~ mm.” Slowly Hiro pulled away from your mouth, his finger leaning on your sensitive clit as he watched you ride out the last waves of your orgasm through his lashes. The fucking man was a God when it came to fucking you.

He was so good at it that it should be illegal, which was sort of funny in its own way since he was a literal defense attorney. When your body laced against the floor, your hands lazily running down his back, your boyfriend growled, undoing his toe. “I want to do that again.” Hiro winked before slowly pulling out of you to start round two, but you tugged him by the hair before he could, drawing his attention toward your face.

“You listen here, Sir.” You sat up, pinning him to the ground so you were on top. “I think you’re just as guilty as I am for indulging in the occasional smutty content.” He cocked a brow at your broad accusation. Still, that bewilderment vanished as you ran your hands over his chest, sliding them underneath his shirt, ”It’s my turn to conduct my trial.” You ground your hips down, winning a pleased moan from him as his erection straining throbbed inside of you, “Haah~ looks like we have a concealed weapon here.”

“Oh, Sunshine, we sure do.” His hands gripped your hip, squeezing them as you lazily rocked back and forth. “And I know how to use it, too.” His words had you whining as you ground down harder on him, causing him to growl in pleasure.

“Well then, show me what you got, Hiro.”

“With pleasure.”

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Don't You Worry Your Pretty Little Mind

DBF!Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Sugar Daddy Joel, No outbreak

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Summary: You need money for next semester. Luckily, your dad's rich friend's eyes follow you were ever you go, and he thinks you're such a good girl.

Warning: DUB CON VIA BRAINWASHING AND MANIPULATION: The sex is v consentual, the breeding is worn down. Breeding kink, age gap (30 ish years), Joel's obsession with gender rolls. The gender rolls and sentiments expressed by Joel and eventually reader are not mine. You do not need to be a mother or wife or care for children to be a good girl. Joel is controlling and manipulates reader away from friends and keeps her financially in the blind but he does not hurt her. If you like this and are okay with DARK DARK DARK you might like The Wrong Way on my masterlist bc Joel housewifes little one up. Cream pie, fingering, oral, but its not super smutty. Most is implied.

Immersability: Joel can pick up reader, reader can have kids theoretically.

This born of me being under extream stress rn and wanting all my thoughts out of my head.

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Joel was broad, sweaty, and all consuming over you.

His thrusts were growing erratic, sloppy, but that was okay; he’d made you cum 4 times already, so it was his turn. You had no idea how someone his age had so much stamina while you got winded walking up a flight of stairs, but were too tired to think much further on it. As it was, you were falling asleep as his rhythmic thrust rocked you. It wasn’t that you were bored, it was that you were completely and totally wrecked. Spent. Fucked to sleep.

“Please baby, please? I need to cum inside you, need to make you mine.”

“I am yours.” You insisted quietly, fucked out head unable to stay up and nodding to the side. You needed sleep. 

Joel continues to grunt, to plead with you. “Not yet, not until you’re stuffed full of my cum, not until your belly swells with my baby…”

*

It was supposed to be one time. You were so, so close to having enough money for another semester of college… but not enough. You’d been late on payments so often your school required it upfront for you now, and you were just short.

“Hey hun, you alright?” Joel let himself into your family’s home. He had a key right now, with your parents vacationing in Europe the last couple months and gave Joel a key to watch over things. To watch over you. 

You check yourself in the mirror once again, everything needed to be perfect, so you shout down the hall.  “One moment, sorry!”

“Take your time, darl’n.”

Re-apply lipstick. Wait, no, too much lipstick. It’s too try hard, take some off. Fuck you smugged it! Touch out your cover up, then the lipstick again. FUCK ITS TOO MUCH! Oh fucking well, your were whoring yourself out, might as well look like one. Straighten your dress. Tits out.

You tried to act casual. It wasn’t unusual to see you dressed up for dinner, your parents were big on dressing for dinner especially when guests were over, and Joel had been a friend guest. Him and your dad were close friends ever since your dad represented Joel in his divorce, getting him full custody of Sarah. It ended up being pointless anyway, as his ex-wife stopped taking Sarah for her weekends a year into the divorce. Sarah had been just a pawn for her, but Joel loved her, taking care of everything she needed for college. His business had taken off, moving from not only construction to full on housing and property developments, so he had paid for her college and was paying for her dream wedding as well. You were invited, although you’d only met her a few times. Your parents, despite their success, had no interest in helping you with college when you rejected pre-law in favor of early childhood development, so you’d been paying your own way.

Joel had defended your life choices when your dad attempted to publicly embarrass you, your dad stating that you ‘don’t fucking listen’ and were an ungratful, disobidiant brat at a dinner party, but Joel wouldn’t hear it. He said you were ‘a good girl’, and that it was a beautiful thing to see a woman who cares about children, still in this world. He praised your efforts and your determination.

“Thank you for coming, Joel.”

Joel stands as you enter the room. “Of course, a pretty girl invites me to dinner, how could I say no? Everything's alright here, no one’s giving you any trouble are they?”

“Yes, everything is good, thank you.”

“Anything need fixing while I’m here?”

“No, thank you. Come on, diners ready.”

You lead him to the kitchen, and you don’t miss the way his eyes trail down as you pass. This is what you were counting on.

Joel was quick to praise your food, not holding back on compliments. “This is delicious, sweetheart, you really got a skill here.” and “You’ll make some man very happy one day.”

That last one made you swell with pride. You were happy he thought of you as wife material. What you were about to do wasn’t very “good girl” of you, however. Joel always called you a good girl, while your dad thought for sure you were taking an ‘easier’ major to allow more time for partying. You wanted Joel to think you were good. 

After dinner, you and Joel sat down with coffee and a cherry crumble, smoothing your dress over the couch. Conversation was light, easy. It was always easy with Joel, despite him making you nervous. He was just so fucking handsome, so fucking strong, and the way he talked about sarah with a twinkle in his eye… you know he was a good dad, a loving dad. The few times you met Sarah, Joel always took care of her even in adulthood. He gave her gas money she never asked for, told her she looked beautiful, and his face always beamed with pride when he looked at his daughter. He always hugged her goodbye, even if he’d see her tomorrow. Your father hadn’t hugged you in years.

“Is there a reason you brought me here tonight?” Joel asked, sipping his black coffee with a bit of splenda in it, a splash of the dark liquid remaining on his mustache until he dabbed it away.

You squirm a bit in your seat. “Well, yes, actually. Not that I don’t enjoy your company!” Was your fast addendum.

Joel chuckled, smiling into his mug. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I ain’t one of those old men that have delusions of pretty young girls wanting to spend time with them.”

“That’s not it!” You stand quickly, fluttering over to where he sat on the couch and plopping down. “I swear, Mr. Miller, if you say no, I’d want you to stay and finish dessert, I enjoy spending time with you, just as we are.”

*

Joel was struggling more and more to stave off his orgasm, but he needed this. He couldn’t just cum in you, although you wouldn’t resist and he doubted you’d throw a fit. He had you too wrapped around his finger by now. Young, sweet, naive thing that you were… but Joel needed you to want this too, Joel needed a life with you at his side, his pretty wife, mother of his children… starting tonight.

“Joel, nooooo…” You mutter, tired and worn out. He made sure to get you like this; compliant. “I have to finish school, Joel…” 

*

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. Just tell me what you need, I’m sure we can work something out.”

You wring your hands in your lap, suddenly aware of your proximity to him. He smelled like leather and sandalwood. 

“Well, as you know I’m in school…”

He nodded, setting down his drink. “That’s right, Early Childhood isn’t it?”

That made you light up, turning to actually look at him and finding his kind eyes on you. “Yes! I can’t believe you remembered!”

“I remember your dad ranting about it. I told him he shouldn’t have been surprised, good girl like you, wanting to take care of children.”

You nod quickly. “Yes exactly! My school offers a minor in special needs which I added too.” You were happy with his approval of your choice and added that fact on to make you seem more noble. This was a good cause he was investing in. You were a good girl who wanted to help children.

“My oh my, darl’n…” Joel mused. “You really are a sweetheart, aren’t you? Now, what can I do to aid such a valiant effort.”

“Well, school starts this month and I’m close, I’m so, so close to having enough but even with the overtime, it’d looking like I’ll be short about $500 for tuition, and then there’s books and supplies and-”

“Now wait a minute, little lady.” Joel held up a hand, and for a moment you’re disheartened and think he’s about to reject your ask before it’s even out, but his furrowed brow is for another reason. “Your daddy ain’t help’n you pay for school?”

“No sir… not since I refused to go to pre-law.”

“Well that ain’t right… I know how much he makes, he can pay for a few months in Europe but not your school? Fathers are supposed to take care of their daughters.” He looked genuinely disappointed.

Shrugging, you chuckle nervously. “Well, I suppose he doesn’t think it’s very useful, so he doesn’t want to pay for it.”

* 

“You graduate before the second semester.”

“But my dad”

“I’ll handle your dad”

“What about Sarah?”

“I’ll handle Sarah.”

“But the money-”

Joel stopped, mid trust, his cock buried inside you and trying his best to stave off his orgasm. 

“Sweetheart… Don’t you know I want to marry you?”

*

Joel had known Mike wasn’t the most attentive father, but he never thought it was this bad. He always thought you were a good girl, kind hearted and calm, empathetic and caring. It had only been this last year that he’d begun to see you as something more, something seductive, yes, someone who he thought about fisting his cock at those lonely nights, but, that wasn’t the full picture either. You were a caretaker… Maternal. 

“That’s fuck’n stupid.” Joel countered, bluntly. “Take’n care of children, that’s the most important job on earth, why, your daddy should but thrilled to have such a nurturing daughter!” His voice was raised just a bit, but not at you. Didn’t your dad see what a prize he had? A woman like that, well, you were of high value. You were a treasure. His bitch of an ex wife never really wanted to be a mother, he knew that now, just like his mother. They had Sarah because that’s what you did when you were married in the 90’s. Joel fell in love immediately… she never really attached, and much like his mother wasn’t mentally present on the rare occasion she was physically… Well, his ex-wife lasted longer than his mother did, anyway. You would never leave your child like that. You would never leave him like that. “Whadya need, sweetheart.”

Your fidgeting continues. “Well… $1000… but… It’s not a loan, I was hoping to… to sell you something.”

Interesting… you had his complete attention, whatever you needed, it was yours. $1000 was nothing, and he’d much sure such a good girl had everything she needed… you deserved it. 

“Whatever it it, darling girl, I’ll buy.”

He saw you taking a deep breath, hesitating at first before standing up and walking in front of him. You looked stunning in your red dress, an absolute marvel.

With a deep breath and hands folded in front of you., you answered what you were selling.

“Me.”

*

“W-what?” You were suddenly awake again, snapping back to reality at his words. “No, no Joel you’re just saying that…”

Joel shook his head. “I wouldn’t like about that, baby. C’mon, you gotta know how badly I want to marry you. You're my good girl. We’d be so happy together, just you and me…” A large, splaying hand on your bare belly. “And our baby…”

*

Joel stands up, walking over to you and towering his body over yours. “Sweetheart, do you know what you're asking?”

You look up at him and nod. “I do, Joel. Please know I understand what I’m doing.”

He shakes his head. “No, darling girl I’ll just give you the $1000, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” You eyes shined at him, timid but attempting to look sure. “I can’t just take a hand out.”

“You can-” He reached for his wallet, but you grab his hands.

“I can’t. Joel…” You slide up to him, pressing your body too his. “I’ve seen the way you look at me… I look at you like that too.”

Reaching a hand up, Joel cups your face. “Baby…” He groans, erection growing in his pants already at the thought. “I don’t think I can do this just once… you gotta know that, don’t you? Special girl like yourself…” His eyes darted to your lips, cherry red and beautiful and oh-so inviting. 

You look down at his shirt as you behind to feel up his chest. Firm muscles of hard work under the softness of age. “Well, maybe… since my dad won’t help me…” You wriggle your pelvis against his, taunting him before looking up at his brown eyes again.  “We can come up with an arrangement?”

Joel was holding on by a thread. “Yeah? You gonna let me take care of you?” His thumb on your face spreads to your mouth, and when it prods are your lips, you open eagerly. Keeping eye contact with his brown orbs gone black, your nod and suck, the message clear. Yes sir.

“Fuck…” Joel mumbles his mouth encasing yours in a harsh, hard kiss and scooping you up with ease, only to lay you down on the couch. Your red dress splays and russles as he does, bending your knees so it slides down to your hips. When you make an attempt to remove the dress, rough hands stop you. “Keep the dress on.”

Your black tights, however, were ripped open to reveal white lacy underwear. “Uh fuuuuck..;. So beautiful…” He marvels at your pussy, so perfectly groomed for him. Falling to his knees on the floor, Joel mouths over the clothed core, his breath adding to the heat as he explored you. 

“You don’t have to-”

“I know damn well I don’t.” Joel snaps. “I don’t want to, sweetheart, I need to.”

With that, Joel ripped off your underwear with two hands and dived into you. He couldn’t help but palm himself over his pants as he did. You just tasted too good, and he was a starved man.

*

His thrusts continued, but with a different rhythm this time. Eyes sharply on yours, he drew back slowly but thrusting in hard. Slowly, hard. Less slow, more harder. Less slow… you were going to come again, eyes never leaving his for a moment. 

“Everything you ever need, everything you ever want, I’ll take care of. I’ll provide for you, I’ll love you, protect you, I’ll care for you… only thing you ever need to do is take care of me and this baby, okay? That’s it.”

You were dizzy, you were worn, you were on the precipice of climax and you were in love.

“Okay.”

His eyes light up, a smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, baby? You lett’n me fill you up?”

Joel knew you were ovulating. Of course he did. Joel tracked your periods to make sure he always knew what you needed. Heating pads, tea for bloating, pads and tampons and cups. He said he wanted to know so that he could take care of you emotionally.

Of course he knew when you were ovulating.

*

The next two hours were a blur of bliss, Joel taking care of all your needs, physical, sexual, even emotional.

At the end, a $2000 check was written in your name and a tender kiss on the head as he parted as well as plans between you to for next time.

For the next several months, ‘next time’ became more and more frequent, more and more demanding but a higher and higher price. Joel began to take care of it all. Your apartment, your food, every single need or want was handled by Joel, and in return every free moment was spent with him. You didn’t desire to see your friends. They just wanted to party. But you, you were serious about your passions. You were serious about helping people. Joel may have mentioned it once or twice when your grades were getting worse, suggesting instead of studying with them, you study at his place. He’d keep you on track. Quickly, your grades improved, and you began studying with Joel more and more. You eventually just stayed with him. 

It was like a dream, you had everything you needed, including Joel who whispered his love to you every chance he had. Joel took care of you in the way your father never did, Joel filled those gaps he left.

Joel took away every in convenience. He told you when your friends weren’t good for you, he cooked for you on late nights, he even began making appointments and getting your car fixed. Your parents were none the wiser, but you began to care less what they thought. Only Joel mattered, and the children. Joel took away every worry for you, and all you had to think about was making him happy, and what to do with your upcoming degree. 

*

“Yes Joel.” You whine, desperate to please him, desperate to remain his everything as he is yours. ���Wanna be your wife, wanna have your babies, please?”

“Oh fuck,” He panted, holding on by a thread as his brows pursed together. “Gonna fuck you full, little mama.”

Your orgasm hits you, crashing waves causing you to cry out in a rigid scream. “Joel!!!” Your fingers claw bloody on his back. “Make me a mommy, please?”

“Ohhhhh, fuck yeah baby, good fucking girl, gonna put my baby in you, yes, yes yes, FUCK YES!” Joel growled and  unloaded into you, painting your inside in his cum and filling you to the brim before collapsing onto you. Heavy and overbearing, Joel consumed your body and every thought in your head and soon, your body and entire life will make room for him. 

Your mind reeled, the reality of what just happened setting in. At 22, you were at peak fertility… were you pregnant?

“Joel?” You ask, still clinging to him desperately. 

“I know exactly what you’re worried about, and what do I always tell you?”

You smell his neck, reassuring yourself with his mantra. “Don’t you worry your pretty little mind…” Joel always told you not to worry about a thing. He’d take care of it all, he’d take care of you…

 “That’s right, sweetheart. I know you’re worried about what I said…” Joel’s body pulls away just a bit, tucking his forehead to yours. “I’m gonna marry you, baby girl. I’m gonna take care of you and this baby. If you’re pregnant, if you really are my good girl, I’ll marry you.” Sitting back, Joel watches his cock slide out of you with a ‘pop’ and laments the cum seeping out of you. As he pushes it back in, Joel brings you to orgasm yet again.

*

You were, in fact, pregnant. As your belly swelled, Joel became more and more obsessed with you, constantly caressing your belly. You graduated college of course, as you dreamed, but finding a job… it wasn’t really on your raidar There wasn’t really a need. Joel handled it all, and he said he didn’t want you dealing with that stress right now. And who would hire a heavily pregnant woman?

Joel and you married in an intimate ceremony at the 4th month mark in a small baptist church. It was your parents, a few family members of yours and a friend who two who Joel thought were good influences and Sarah and Tommy were there of course. Joel promised you a big, fancy vowel renewal whenever you wanted, but a wedding like that takes time to plan, and you both wanted to me married when you had your baby.

Joel made you happier than you ever thought possible, he took care of everything. Of course, he controlled everything too, but that was okay. You didn’t need a bank app on your phone, all you needed to know was that your debit card would go through, and you knew it would. You didn’t need the routing and account number, you didn’t need to see finances, look at insurance plans, stocks, bills, anything like that. All you needed to do was take care of your body, and soon, this baby. 

“I gotta admit Joel, I wasn’t really a fan of this  at the start.” Your dad announces one Sunday dinner. He had invited Tommy and Sarah over as well. Extended family. Both had been hesitant at first, especially Sarah, who was a few years older than you… but they saw how you made her dad smile, and how Joel took care of you… how could they not be happy?

“I remember” Joel jokes back.

Your dad continued. “But I gotta say, this has been good for her.”

They tended to talk about you like you weren’t in the room, sometimes, but that was okay. You were Joel’s pretty, obedient wife, and you spoke when spoken too. You were there to support Joel, not meddle in his conversations.

Joel turned to you and smiled, kissing you on the cheek and feeling your 9 month swollen belly. “She’s come a long way, but she’s a good girl, obedient. Best wife I could ask for.”

Joel spoke for you, proudly telling them how after the baby was born and you’d recovered, you had plans to put your degree to use. Not work, oh gosh no! You don't need to worry about something like that. No, you’d be volunteering at a nonprofit. And isn’t that so much better!

You wouldn’t have to have another worry in your head again, outside of being a good mother. Your could give a few hours a week to children in need and then come home to a living family without being exhausted from long days on your feet.

Everything would be taken care of.

Everything would be handled.

All you had to do was be a good girl.

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hi, can you pls make smutty fluffy fic with stalker bada x reader where like reader is regular customer of bada’s cafe or sth and bada gets obsessed day by day then stalked reader without knowing reader has a crush on her. Then they ended up together!! thanks in advance!xoxo<3

The Perfect Stalker | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | 21+

Summary: you met a beautiful barista who turned out to be your stalker.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: fingering, stalking, thigh riding MDNI

Readers discretion is advised!!

A/N: might be a bit rushed but I think you will like it. Love you!!

"Welcome in. What can I get for you today?" Bada said as a customer walked through the door.

Working at that coffee shop was part of her usual routine. She used to dread every time she had to clock in since dealing with customers wasn't really something she wanted to do every day.

"I'll have a latte with three pumps of vanilla and a splash of heavy cream and make it a decaf with oat milk," The woman said.

"Sure thing. Would you like that hot or iced?" Bada said but the woman wasn't paying her any mind as she looked at her phone.

"Ma'am?" Bada asked once more.

"Uh, no iced. I'm here every day, you should know this. The name is Yujin. Keep the change," the woman tossed the money on the counter and walked off.

Bada took a deep breath. She clutched the money and threw it into the register.

"I swear I can't do this any longer," Bada said to her coworker.

"Those dance classes won't pay themselves, Bada," He replied with a smile. She rolled her eyes and turned to the bar to begin making a drink.

The cafe was very empty. Rush hour was over and Bada began to clean the counters when she heard the door open.

"Hi, welcome in," She said and looked up to greet the person but she froze.

You stood before her with a warm smile. Dressed in ripped jeans with a white crop top and sneakers, your hair was up in a claw clip and a few strands were loose at the front you walked into the register.

Bada was mesmerized by you. She was frozen in her spot and just looked at you as you looked at the menu above her.

"How good is your lemon pie? I heard good things about it but I'm not really into lemon flavors," you said diverting your sight to her.

she swallowed hard and didn't answer until the guy next to her nudged her shoulder.

"Oh, um... sorry. I am not a fan of it but you could try our chocolate and strawberry pastry. It's balanced so it isn't too sweet," she replied not daring to look at you.

"Oh, I'll have that and a regular black coffee," You said as you handed the car to her. She nervously reached out and took the card from your hands exposing her wave tattoo at you.

"That's a beautiful tattoo, miss. What's your name?" You asked wanting to know more about the gorgeous girl before your eyes.

"I'm Bada. Lee Bada," she said still looking down.

"Oh, hence the tattoo. I love it. Your eyes are pretty too," you said with a giggle making her look up at you.

"Ha, made you look," You said and she finally smiled.

"Here is your card back," she said and you took the card in your hands.

"Y/N, do you want to go to the beach this summer or should we go to the countryside?" A male voice said as he walked up to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you saw Bada's face turn sour.

"I'm busy, Min. Can you wait for me out there?" You said as you pushed him off you.

"I was going to say... I really like your tattoo. That wave is so cute," you smiled and she blushed.

"Bada... make that drink," her coworker said making her turn and almost slip. You giggled at her clumsy actions finding it cute how flustered she became around you.

So for the next couple of days, you would show up to buy a coffee and just sit in the lobby to watch her work. What you didn't know was that over the course of the days, Bada would leave work and follow you around.

She followed every step you took from a distance all the way to your home. She would sit at a bench in front of your house and she would watch who walked in and out.

Her blood would boil every time she saw Min walk out of your house late at night. She wanted to rip his head off and then present it to you as a trophy for your love.

-

A few weeks passed by and you had caught Bada following you. You knew you were head over heels for the girl, but you didn't know she also felt the same way. Why else would she be following you, right?

"Min, grandma needs you to go to take care of her for a few days. Mom has to travel to her new job. Please?" You asked your brother on the phone as you waited to order.

Bada popped from under the counter and smiled at you.

"What can I get for you?" She said.

"I'll take a regular iced coffee. Black," you said.

"Are you at that coffee shop again? Are you there to see your girlfriend, the barista, Bada?" He said and you thanked the seven seas you didn't have him on speakerphone.

"You know what? Mom should've given you up for adoption when we were born. Having a fraternal twin sucks. Go take care of grandma, Min before I rip your hair out," you said into the phone and hung up immediately.

"Here is that coffee for you," Bada said as she placed your drink on the counter. You looked at the cup and noticed that it wasn't a regular glass cup and it was in a plastic cup.

"Oh, what happened to your glass cups?" You asked.

"Nothing. We still have them but I just thought that you might have something to do after and you wouldn't want to be late," she said not looking at you.

"Um... are you kicking me out?" You said while grabbing the cold drink.

"No! Oh my gosh... I mean... I'm sorry," she said as she picked up the mess she made while panicking over your words.

"I'm kidding. I do have to go to the gym and I'm always late so, thank you for the drink. I'll see you later," you said flashing her a wink.

She melted. Everything about you made her go crazy. She knew following you around was probably wrong but she couldn't help it.

So you went to the gym and then headed home. You looked back once when you heard footsteps. Then you felt a presence behind you but there was no one. You knew Bada was probably hiding behind a wall or a bush but decided to ignore it and simply giggle while you walked.

When you reached the door to your house, you carefully unlocked it and stopped. You turned back and looked around when you saw a pair of shoes behind a bush.

"So, are you going to keep following me around like that?" You asked but she didn't move.

"Bada, I know you're right there. Come on out," you said once more and her shoes slowly moved.

"Do you want to come in?" You asked and she fiddled with her fingers walking slowly towards you.

You huffed and walked to her holding her wrist and pulling her into your house. You asked her to sit on the couch and offered her a cup of chamomile tea when you saw how tense she looked.

"So, why have you been following me from afar?" You asked.

"I'm sorry. I know it's creepy and you have a boyfriend so I don't want any problems. You're really pretty and I wanted to be close to you but I can't bring myself to talk to you," she said quickly.

"Whoa! Why do you think I have a boyfriend?" You asked.

"The boy that comes and leaves your house. Isn't that your boyfriend?" She said.

"Ew! Gross. That is my twin brother. Fraternal twins, so we look nothing alike. Bada, you know how much I've been meaning to flirt with you but you never look at me? It was honestly driving me insane..." you said taking a sip of your wine glass.

"Wait... what?" she said and tilted her head like a curious puppy making your heart flutter.

"What? You're a cute, and very attractive dancer. Though when you dance, you are extremely hot... but I have been watching you as well. I am attracted to you, Bada. In every possible way," You drank the last of your wine and put the glass down walking towards her.

You saw how she flinched back and you furrowed your brows at her reaction. Sure, you were being too direct and you didn't know how Bada would react but you need to know if she wanted you like you wanted her.

"Is that not why you followed me around the neighborhood? I caught you in the bus, the gym, the grocery store, and the alleyway. For Pete's sake, Bada. You sat in front of my house for hours. If not, then what was the reason?" you asked waiting for an answer as you sat closer to her.

You saw how nervous she was getting and decided to back off.

"Sorry. You know what? I can be too much at times so just ignore me. I'll call you an Uber to take you home," You said but as you were about to get up you felt her grip on your wrist.

You turned and met with the most gorgeous eyes looking up at you ever so innocently but hungry for one thing. You.

"Bada-"

"No, let me talk. I have been dying to talk to you because I... well, I've never dated or been with a woman before but you're so pretty and I was just drawn to you. Please don't let me leave. I'll regret it if I do," Bada said almost pleading.

Your heart softened at the sight of the tall girl looking up at you but there was something more.

"What do you want from me, Bada?" You asked and she pulled you making you fall on top of her. You ended up in her lap and her hands went around your waist.

"I want you. In every possible way," Bada responded and you immediately clashed your lips with hers hungry for a kiss. She bit your bottom lip and her hands moved up and down your shirt.

Soft groans escaped her lips when you began to move down her neck. Her grip on your waist tightened and you could feel her nails dig into your skin when you used your hand to squeeze one of her clothed breasts.

"Y/N~" she moaned and you smiled.

"I'll give you what you need," you said. You moved your leg so you could straddle her.

Your hand was already sliding into her pants and her legs parted willingly allowing you full access to her now-wet cunt. You inserted a finger inside of her with no warning causing her to yell out.

"Fuck... you're so wet for me, huh?" Y/N said as she pumped slowly in and out of the girl. She was already a moaning mess. You didn't stop your moments and you sped up by the minute searching for her spot. 

"I- I never thought- I would end up in this- AH! Please, don't... stop..." she said between moans. 

"Wouldnt think of it, Bada," you said curling your finger inside of her making her yell out in pleasure. You found it. You kept pressing down on it as your thumb rubbed her overstimulated clit. 

You had already came just from watching her and riding her thigh but you didn't care about yourself. You were in ecstasy just from being able to touch Bada. You had been longin in desire of her in every single way.  

With one last stroke and her body already shaking, she came on your hand and you brought it to her lips for her to taste herself shoving your finger deep down her throat making her moan even more. 

After a few seconds, you both finally came to your senses.

"Holy shit, how are you so good?" Bada asked and you giggled without saying another word. 

You stood up and took her to your room where you both got cleaned up and in bed. 

"You know... you could've just talked to me," you said as you looked at Bada. 

"No... I couldn't have," she said and you sat up. 

"Why not?" You questioned

"When you walked in the shop... you were so surreal. You were just so perfect and I am too shy for my own good," Bada replied. 

"You're so cute. Come here," You said pulling her into your chest and stroking her hair.

"I'm here for you now,"

Thank you for reading 🩵

[daisynik7]

congrats on hitting 2k! if song repeats are allowed i’d like to request Promiscuous with stripper!nanami inspired by that one fan art smutty ofc tysm ❤️

Promiscuous

Pairing: stripper!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.0k

cw: modern day setting, no curses au, Americanized customs in regard to bachelorette parties, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – PIV sex (reverse cowgirl), cunnilingus, cream pie, slight breeding kink

Summary: You’re the maid-of-honor for your best friend Sara, the bride-to-be. This weekend, you’re celebrating her bachelorette party and what better way to end the night than at the strip club? Little do you expect that the breadsticks from dinner would come in handy much more than you think. 

Author’s Notes: Thank you for the request anon for the y2k karaoke party! In case anyone wants to see the fan art being referenced, here’s the link on twitter. I didn’t want to use it as the header in case the artist doesn’t allow it. Anyways, this was such a fun one for me to write and I hope it’s a fun one for you all to read! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks for reading! MDNI divider credit to @/cafekistune.

“Bruno! Another Aperol Spritz, please!” Sara slurs happily at the waiter. 

He flashes her a thumbs up, disappearing into the other room towards the bar. Five of Sara’s bridesmaids, including you, the maid-of-honor, gather around the table, blitzed on either cocktails or Prosecco. You’re tipsy at best, purposefully holding back to take on the responsibility of making sure everything goes as planned tonight. As long as the bride has the time of her life and returns to the hotel in one piece, you’ll be happy. 

Sara is the only one tonight wearing white, while the rest of you stun in little black dresses, sporting hot pink cowboy hats atop your heads and cowboy boots on your feet, celebrating the bride’s “last rodeo.” By the end of your meal, everyone in your party is giddy and ready for the next destination in your itinerary: the strip club, which is a few blocks away. You manage to pack the leftover breadsticks from dinner into your purse, anticipating that it will come in handy, especially when the drunken munchies start to hit. Together, the six of you parade the sidewalk, giggling and stumbling into the venue, beaming at the bouncer with goofy smiles as you display your IDs to him. 

You’re sat at a table near the front of the stage, next to the runway. Next to you is Sara, who is swaying in her seat, resting her head on your shoulder, mumbling something about more alcohol. You pet her hair, knowing she needs water more than anything, so you ask one of the other less intoxicated girls to sit beside her, telling the rest of the group that you’ll grab drinks for everyone. With your bag, you go to the bar, taking the empty spot between another bachelorette party taking shots and a bespectacled blonde man in a tan suit, sipping on a glass of whiskey on the rocks. 

The bartender, a beautiful brunette with soft brown eyes, nods at you before she helps the other patrons who were there first, so you wait patiently for her to return. The bridesmaid next to you, a feather boa around her neck, bumps into you by accident. She apologizes profusely, the potent smell of tequila wafting from her breath. You laugh, assuring her it’s alright and congratulating the bride. They offer you a shot, refusing, so instead they drape one of their fluffy scarves on your shoulders. 

When they leave, the man to your other side chuckles, taking a swig of his liquor, smirking. “I’m surprised you didn’t take the free shot.”

You glance at him, taken aback by his handsome appearance. Slightly flustered, you focus your eyes on his uniquely spotted tie. “I’m taking care of another bride tonight, so I can’t get too wasted.”

He turns to face you completely now, and you can’t help scanning his physique, impressed by his stature, and of course, extremely good looks. “How responsible of you. Let me guess, you’re the maid-of-honor?”

This time, you meet his gaze, grinning with a shrug. “Guilty as charged.”

He reaches towards you, tipping the brim of your cowboy hat, getting a better view of your face. “And what’s the story behind this get-up?”

You laugh nervously, reluctant to explain. “It’s her last rodeo. You know, the last ride for the bride.” Heat rushes into your cheeks, already frazzled by his presence, now embarrassed about the clichés. 

Amused, he hums. “Ah, I see. Clever.” He holds his hand out. “I’m Kento Nanami. Nice to meet you.”

You take it, introducing yourself. It’s obvious he’s here alone, and you wonder what someone like him is doing here at a male dance venue dressed like this, as if he came straight from the office. However, you’re not here to make assumptions about strangers, so you don’t question it. 

The bartender finally approaches you, apologizing. “Sorry for the wait. It’s been really busy tonight.”

You wave it off, telling her it’s fine, ordering a few cocktails and a water. Before she starts on your order, she looks at Nanami. “Need anything else, Kento?” You’re curious about their relationship, which seems close given the first-name basis. 

He twirls his drink, ice clinking in the glass. “If you have any food in there, that would be great.”

She pushes a container of maraschino cherries towards him. “You know we don’t. Here’s some healthy fruit to hold you over for the show.” 

He snorts, “Thanks, Shoko.”

She makes the drinks in silence, leaving you alone with him once more. You set your purse on the counter, unzipping it to retrieve the pack of warm breadsticks from the Italian restaurant, sliding it to him. He looks at it, then at you, surprised. 

“It’s your lucky day.”

Still in disbelief, he opens it slowly, inhaling the fragrant aroma of garlic and butter. He pulls one out, staring at it like he’s just discovered hidden treasure. “Am I dreaming right now?”

You beam at him. “This is totally real.”

He takes a bite, eyes fluttering. “This is heavenly. Are you sure I’m not dreaming?”

You giggle, watching him savor it. “I told you: it’s your lucky day.”

He takes another one, smiling. “It really is.” Wiping one side of his mouth with a napkin, he adds, “Not that it matters, but I’m curious. Why does a beautiful cowgirl like yourself have my favorite food in her purse?”

You try not to the let the subtle compliment faze you, though you’re not sure how good of a job you’re doing considering how hot your body is, especially your face. “I took it from the restaurant we had dinner at in case any of my friends need it for later.”

Halfway into the second breadstick, he comments, “You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”

Another comment that flusters you. Quickly, you pull yourself together. “I’m just trying to make sure everyone’s having a good time and won’t feel sick later.” 

He finishes it off, licking the residual butter off his fingers. “Well, I won’t take all of it, then. You never know how the night will go, right?” He passes it to you, chugging the rest of his booze until there’s only ice left. 

Shoko returns with your drinks, including a water for Sara. You hand her your card, expecting to pay, but Nanami interjects. “Shoko, put it on my tab.”

You gape at him. “You don’t have to – ”

“I want to. For the breadsticks,” he winks. He stands, grabbing two of your cocktails. “Can I help you bring these to your party?”

Stunned, and completely infatuated now, you nod without speaking, leading him to your table. Your friends ogle him when he serves them, probably smitten like you. You make one more trip for the remaining drinks, giving Sara the water, who reluctantly sips on it. “Thank you. I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you.”

“Just have a good time tonight, then we’ll call it even. I’ll see you later.” He waves goodbye to you and your friends, walking towards the rear of the club, for employees only.

Your curiosity peaks, though you don’t have time to ponder it because dance music begins blaring through the speakers, resulting in cheers from the audience. Sara hollers from her seat, drinking her water with a stack of bills in her hands, ready to toss at the dancers. 

The emcee, a muscular older gentleman who calls himself “the Principal”, stands to the side of the stage, wearing an all-black suit and sports sunglasses. “Are you ladies ready for a special show tonight?”

Everyone applauds, excited for the performers to come out. “Let’s bring them out! Our first dancer is mysterious, sexy, and maybe just a little bit scary. A voice that can put any woman in a trance, and an even better body that will make anyone loyal to him, please give a big round of applause for…the Master!” A man with long, black hair draped on his back in a traditional Buddhist robe walks across the stage, smirking at the crowd with an alluring expression on his face. Many of the women scream for him, clearly already a favorite. He winks, resulting in louder shrieks. 

“Next, class is in session! He’s got bright blue eyes that can peer into your soul and undress you in seconds. And when he’s not too busy doing that, he’s disciplining his very, very naughty students. Please welcome…the Professor!” This results in an overwhelming standing ovation, a couple of woman already tossing their bills towards him as an impressively tall and fit man with snow-white hair struts next to the Master, beaming towards the audience.

Two more dancers are introduced, leaving one left. “Last, and certainly not least. He’s wise, he’s good with money. Most of all, he hates work. But if it’s with a pretty coworker like you, he’ll work overtime to give you that good lovin’. Please give it up for…the Salary Man!” 

To your shock, Nanami walks across, in the same exact outfit you saw him in earlier. When he takes his place at the end of the line, he glances at you, giving you a small wave. Sara whips around, shaking your shoulders. “He just waved at you!”

The entire show, you’re focused on Nanami, who graces the stage with smooth and fluid movements, hips thrusting into the air, booty popping in those tight slacks. At some point, each dancer starts to shed their clothing. He strips out of his jacket, tossing it towards your party where your friends catch it. Eventually, they reach the point of the show where each dancer performs a solo act. They step up and choose a woman in the audience who volunteers to be selected, usually a bride. You turn to Sara, asking her who her choice would be. She points to Nanami, whispering, “Definitely him.” A pang of jealously surrounds your chest, wishing you were posing as a bride tonight. It passes quickly, happy to live vicariously through your best friend.

After the first four strippers perform, Nanami’s turn comes. He steps forward in his half-buttoned dress shirt and unzipped slacks, teasing the black briefs he’s wearing beneath. Many women raise their hands, begging to be picked. Sara hoists both her arms, waving at him. He looks at her, then at you, back to her, holding his palm out to beckon her on stage. Suddenly, Sara shoves you, yelling, “She’s going up for me!”

The rest of the crowd cheers, coaxing you to get on. Nanami has a pleased grin on his face, waiting for you, almost like he expected this. You make your way slowly, stunned that this is really happening. As you stand before him, he pulls the feather boa off you slowly, letting it fall beside him on the floor, tipping your hat to see your face, like he did earlier at the bar. You can barely make out the Principal saying, “It seems our cowgirl has finally found her cowboy! Better take the proper position!” 

Nanami’s voice is hot on your ear, low and soothing amidst the chaos surrounding you. “Can you lay down for me? I promise, I won’t touch you.”

You swallow hard, bending to lay flat on the stage, head towards the crowd. Nanami stands above you with you between his legs. You notice the outline of his cock in his pants and before you know it, you’re salivating profusely, pussy throbbing with arousal. The music starts, and soon, the familiar chorus plays: Promiscuous girl, wherever you are I’m all alone and it’s you that I want. Nanami trails down his chest, popping the rest of his buttons on his dress shirt, revealing his chiseled abs for everyone to gawk at.

The intense bass of the song and the shrieks of those watching pound your eardrums, and even with that as a distraction, all you can do is fixate on Nanami grinding his hips into the air, eyes never leaving yours. Soon, he’s kneeling over you, straddling your chest, still not touching. He rocks himself above you, moving with the beat of the music, bills raining you from the other women. Arms caging you in, he leans in, soothing voice in your ear again, whispering, “You can touch me, if you’d like.” He sits up, straddling you, running his fingers through his hair. 

Without thinking, you act on instinct, hooking at the elastic of his briefs, tugging to snap it against his waist. The other dancers behind him whoop, encouraging you to keep going; you drift up to fondle his abs. Sara cheers the loudest from her seat, chucking the rest of her money at you and Nanami. 

Unfortunately, the song fades out, ending the performance. There’s a standing ovation, more cash being thrown on stage. Nanami doesn’t seem to care as he removes himself from you, helping you on your feet. “Are you alright?”

Too mortified to meet his gaze, you look at the floor at all the bills scattered, nodding sheepishly. You’re not sure how you make it to your seat, Sara hugging you tightly, the other girls hollering for you. Your mind is still completely focused on Nanami, desperate for more. 

The show ends and the emcee announces that the dancers will come out to greet the crowd. You have your face buried in your hands, embarrassed about the whole situation, despite your friends being thrilled about. Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, you gather everyone, ready to return to the hotel just a four blocks away. On your way towards the exit, someone grabs your wrist gently. You turn, surprised to be face Nanami, in his office attire. He murmurs your name, a blush in his cheeks, hair ruffled from his rousing performance. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Snapping out of it, you reply, “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for such a fun night.” 

You expect him to let you go, but he doesn’t, holding your hand in his. “I don’t live far from here. Just down the street.” He reaches into his pocket, passing a business card to you. “Call me if you want. I’d really like to see you again, get to know you better.”

You take it, smiling at him. “We have to get to our hotel now. But thank you.”

He nods politely, dropping his grip, watching you leave out the door with the rest of your cowgirls. 

~~~

It takes nearly two hours to get everyone settled for the night. Stomped on cowboy hats litter the floor of your hotel room. Whatever is left of the breadsticks gets consumed within minutes while the remaining snacks you’ve purchased throughout the trip are eaten without so much as a crumb left. You make sure everyone is hydrated with their own water bottles and help them unzip their little black dresses so that they can slip into their pajamas. Sara keeps babbling about how much fun she had, how hot all of the strippers were. She ends up leaving her soon-to-be husband a hilariously drunk voicemail reiterating her love for him. 

It's a little past three in the morning, the rest of the girls sleeping soundly in the bed, your best friend snoring noisily. Nobody budges when you sneak out of the room in your black dress, rocking the cowboy hat and boots, following the directions to the address Nanami texted you after you messaged him first, asking if he’s still up. You don’t expect him to respond seconds later, convinced he’s asleep by now, so you’re more than excited to know that he’s awake, possibly waiting for you. 

He meets you in the lobby of his apartment complex, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white undershirt. Even in his casual wear, you’re drawn to him. He looks you up and down, smirking when he sees you. “Howdy, cowgirl.”

You laugh, following him to the elevator heading up the fifth floor. His hands are stuffed in his pockets during the ride, keeping a safe distance from you. You tap your foot, the boots making a clicking noise on the tiled floor. You turn to him, inching a bit closer. “I hope I didn’t keep you up. It took a while to get everyone to bed.”

He faces you, eyes twinkling with kindness. “You’re a really good friend, taking care of them like that.” He pauses, stepping to the side, closing the distance, arms brushing now. “But who’s taking care of you?”

Deciding to be bold, you reply, “I was hoping you could take care of me tonight. If you’re okay with that.”

The doors split open, finally on the right floor. He reaches for you, lacing his fingers with yours, leading you into the hallway, rushing to his room. Once inside, he traps you against the door, caging you between his arms, looking at you with an intense expression. “You’re sure you want me to take care of you?”

You tug on his collar, pulling him in. “I’m positive.” He leans in kissing you softly on the lips, palm cupping your cheek. He breaks apart briefly to remove your hat, tossing it behind him, going in for more. You slip out of your shoes, following him into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind you. 

“Can you lay down for me, sweetheart?” He’s hot on your ear, exactly the way he said it on the stage just hours ago. You bite back a moan, so incredibly turned on while you get on the bed, lying flat on your back, anticipating. He rolls the hem of your dress up your thighs, enough so that you can spread them apart, exposing your panties to him, already damp with arousal.

“Wow,” he says, kissing the plush of your thighs. “You’re incredible.” He hooks the crotch of your panties to the side, pussy throbbing. He swears under his breath, readjusting himself so that he can stroke his cock through his pants, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. You squirm from the contact, moaning his name, his tongue licking circles around you. He doesn’t hold back, pushing himself deeper, lapping at your clit. 

You clench the sheets beneath you, grinding on his face. He responds by eating you out sloppier, spitting thick wads of saliva to smear on your clit. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, licking your cunt, collecting your slick on his tongue. “I want you to come on my face, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

Head thrown into the pillows, you whimper, “Yes,” reaching for his hair, feeling him thrash around, slobbering all over you until you climax, gushing into his mouth. He continues to flick your swollen bud with his tongue while you ride out your high, stopping only when you recoil from him, overstimulated. He surfaces, meeting your lips with his, messy with your arousal. You exchange a few more kisses before he strips his shirt off, followed by his pants. You almost gasp out loud at the impressive bulge in his briefs, palming it. 

He nibbles on your ear lobe, rutting his erection against you, whispering, “Ride it, cowgirl. Ride me.”

Sliding out of your panties, you get into position, facing away while you straddle him, his grip on your ankles, adjusting you so you’re sat on his lap. You lift your ass, letting him guide his hard cock inside you, stretching you out gradually, inch-by-inch. “Fuck,” you hear him curse behind you, bottoming out. He slaps one of your cheeks, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. You bounce on him, ass jiggling with each pump of his cock, slutty moans pouring out of your mouth. 

“Look at you go, fuck. You’re perfect. So perfect for me,” he purrs, guiding you up and down his dick. 

He’s so deep, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust, your core tight with pleasure. Your tongue hangs out, drool leaking from the sides of your lips, eyes glazed over in bliss. You’re getting your brains fucked out of you and you find yourself blurting out every carnal desire crossing your mind. “Film me, Nanami. Want to see it.”

He gets even stiffer. “Yeah? You want to see how this fat ass swallows my cock up, huh? Better ride it harder, cowgirl.” Reaching for his phone, he holds it up, camera towards you. Before he records, he confirms one more time, “Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?”

You nod, whimpering, “Yes,” leaning down to grip the end of the bed, giving you more leverage to get fucked deeper. 

“There you go. Keep fucking me,” he grunts, filming you now. “Use this cock to get yourself off. Let me take care of you, make you feel good.” His voice encouraging you pushes you closer to the edge, on the verge of another orgasm. You whine his name, moving faster. 

“What is it, baby?” he coos, sweat beading on his forehead. “Are you going to come for me again?”

“Fuck yeah. Going to come on this cock,” you moan, rubbing your clit. 

“Then do it. Give me all that fucking cum, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Squirt on it. Cream all over it, oh fuck,” he growls, thrusting into you. “Can I come with you? Please, pretty girl? Can I breed you and make you mine?”

That does it. You orgasm, clutching him tight, pussy squeezing around him. Seconds later, he comes, filling you with his hot load, pumping his cock until he’s milked dry. He stays inside you for a bit, admiring the view before lifting your ass to pull out, watching his creamy mess leak out of you slowly, wet cock flopped against his abdomen. He stops the recording, running his fingers along his hair, damp with perspiration. “Come here,” he says, caressing one of your ankles tenderly, setting his phone on the nightstand.

You crawl to him, nuzzling your nose to his chest as he wraps you in his arms. It’s silent for a moment, neither of you sure of what to say next. He clears his throat, speaking first. “I hope you don’t think I do this often.”

You look at him, confused. “Do what?”

“Take women home from work. To do this.”

Smiling, you respond, “Even if you did, it wouldn’t matter to me.”

He hugs you tighter, kissing you on the forehead. “Still, I just wanted to make that clear.”

You trace the outline of his abs idly. “Well, in that case, I don’t do this often either.”

He chuckles, mimicking you now. “Do what?”

“Hook up with sexy dancers from the strip club.”

Another smooth, this time on the cheek. “It wouldn’t matter to me even if you did.”

You cuddle with each other for a while longer, reluctant to let go. Begrudgingly, you break away from him to check the time. “I should probably head back now.”

He nods. “Can I walk you there?”

“Sure.”

It’s a short trip back to the hotel, so you take your time, walking slowly, fingers laced together. “Is it a long flight home for you tomorrow?” he asks.

“We all actually live close-by, so we drove here together.”

He stops, pausing to look at you carefully. “You live around here?”

“Yes. And I work here in the city.”

His lips parts, sputtering nonsense before he responds, “I thought I’d have to say goodbye to you tonight.”

“Do you not want to?”

“No, I don’t. I’d like to see you again if that’s okay with you.”

You lean into him. “I’d like that too. I don’t go around giving my breadsticks to anyone, you know. Only the special ones.” 

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close. “And I don’t go around giving my breadstick to just about anyone either.”

“Oh no,” you laugh, hiding your face. “Don’t tell me these are the kind of jokes you make.”

“Unfortunately, it is. And now, you’re stuck with them.”

You hug him around the waist, gazing at him lovingly. “Lucky me.”

He smiles at you. “Me too.” 

[hysteria-things]

Can you make a song image with the song older by Isabel LaRosa or even kiss me more with doja and sza?

NEEDY, ARE WE? (part two)

read part one here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the night started with only kisses, but you’ve never craved something so bad in your life. that something is your best friend chris sturniolo.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY ASF, swearing, begging kink, teasing, making out, oral (male & female receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (SON’T EVEN TRY IT), marking, finger sucking, choking, slight spanking, praising, degradation, stomach bulge, overstimulation, dumbification, cream pie, cockwarming

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,713

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry for the 3 AM post… but hello🥰

y/n is a whiny bitch in this LMAO

“what did i say?” chris whispers sternly, smacking your hand away when it reaches down to his pajama pants string for the third time.

another fifteen minutes went by, and your panties are soaked from the orgasm that washed over you not long ago. chris’ dick fucking hurts, but he enjoys seeing this side of you: needy and desperate. “i’m begging you.” you pout. “i need you inside me. please.”

you seriously don’t know what’s gotten into you. you’d never thought of your best friend this way, but tonight feels different. you’re so dick-deprived that you’ve turned into a whiny mess.

he sighs in defeat, untying his pants and pulling them down. your eyes lock in on the boner in his boxers, beaming once his aching cock slaps against his stomach.

licking your lips, you go to hover over his tip, but he beats you to it and instead pushes your head down. you look up at him with sad eyes.

“what?” he questions, even though he knows the problem. he knows you meant inside you the other way, but what’s the fun in not teasing first? “you said you needed me inside you.”

“that’s not what i—” he cuts you off by pushing your head down, gagging when he forces himself down your throat. you hum, bobbing your head while his grip stays in your hair.

he chuckles, using his free hand to move the pieces of hair out of your face so he can see you looking up at him through hooded eyes. “you’re talking too much. if one of them wakes up you’re going to be in big trouble.” he points to his brothers who are still peacefully sleeping on the couch in front of you.

it doesn’t take long for your throat to morph into the shape of his dick. he licks his lips and smiles menacingly, seeing how you suck his cock so casually. your cheeks hollow, causing chris to exhale to not make a loud noise.

your tongue kitty licks his red tip, pre-cum threatening to spill out. starting to suck, your hand pumps up and down his shaft. his eyebrows furrow, mouth hanging open as he watches your every move. the grasp on your head loosens, and before you know it, chris is pulling you up to where you’re hovering over his lap.

taking his thumbs, he spreads your folds to see the glistening silk in the dim light. your arousal coats the inside of your thighs, some of it dripping down your leg. he takes his pointer finger and slowly moves it up your slit. you flinch at the feeling. “what a needy pussy.” he mumbles, his finger easily sliding into your cunt from the wetness.

you barely give him time to add another when you rut your hips repeatedly, fucking yourself on his fingers. you’ve never felt so pathetic in your life, but you also never felt so turned on. it’s like he read your mind. “pathetic slut; becoming stupid on just my fingers.”

the degrading nickname has you whining, only to start humping his hand faster. he looks as you sink perfectly on his digits… in and out, in and out, your pussy stretching the more you move until—

he removes the two fingers, now soaked with your juices. chris grabs your thighs, sliding his body down so now that his mouth is directly under your cunt. his dick twitches as he groans, seeing it at this angle.

immediately, he sits you down on his face and starts to eat you out like he’s on a time limit, which he technically is. the way his tongue moves so deliciously has you seeing stars, gasping and tugging at the brown strands that lay on his head.

“no, please.” you cry quietly. yes, you love the pleasure your body is going through, but this isn’t what you want. he’s teasing you to tears, and it’s making you sexually frustrated. nonetheless, it only makes you want him more. “th-this isn’t what i want.”

chris hums, making a tiny moan slip from the vibration. his hand gently smacks the outside of your thigh to remind you to keep quiet. “i’m sorry.” you mumble, shutting your eyes tight and biting down hard on your bottom lip that you won’t be surprised if it draws blood.

again a moan falls from your mouth, but this time it’s louder than before. his palm hits you harder this time, and you take your hand to cover your mouth instead. each time you twitch or try to move away from being so overstimulated, his nose still manages to nudge at just the right spot on your clit.

not only are your shoulders shaking from your sobs, but your legs quiver when you feel the heat in your lower belly. mumbling out a few words, chris lets out a questionable hum while speeding up his movements. he wants you to be loud and clear.

“i’m gonna cum, chris.” you cry, thanking every god out there that his brothers are the heaviest sleepers on earth.

he flattens his tongue, smiling in the process while your legs squeeze around his head, cum dripping down onto his tastebuds. a grunt leaves his throat, your pussy tasting exactly the way it’s supposed to. it’s by far the best meal he’s ever eaten.

sitting up again, you guys are back at the position you were at when this all started. chris enjoys the teasing, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can take. dick hard to the point where it hurts; pre-cum starting to leak from the tip. it’s unbearable.

eyes scanning his face, you bite your lip seductively. some strands stick to his forehead from the sweat, mouth is puffy and wet from your cum. how can you possibly be more horny? you have no idea.

leaning in, he pulls away when you’re centimeters apart. you pout, repeating the action when this time he turns his head with a chuckle. “stop teasing me.” you punch his chest lightly out of brattiness. “i need to get fucked by your cock. please, chris.”

raising his eyebrows, he smirks before grabbing your thighs that are still shaking from your high. “see? that wasn’t hard, now, was it?”

he helps you lift yourself to hover over his tip, his grip releasing from your flesh but still grazing it while you slowly start to sink onto his dick. your back arches, eyelids fluttering as you feel every crevice stretch from his size. it’s like your entire body was made for chris and chris only.

“—fucking birds stealing my shit.” the end of the sentence is a grumble, rustling coming from across the room. chris jumps into action and covers where you two are conjoined with your nightgown, being that you still have it on.

still, you decide to roll your hips, feeling his cock rubbing at your walls and insides just right. to keep a moan from coming, you nuzzle your head into his neck and bite at it.

nick sits up, eyes still closed but looking over nonetheless. “fucking birds.” he repeats.

“tell those birds, nick.” chris says, the hickey forming on his neck while you nibble down on another empty spot.

nick nods. “i’ll tell them. yeah, i’ll tell them. i’ll tell them…” then, he lays back down, the soft snores continuing as if he didn’t wake up at all.

you lift your head, chris now face to face with your tear-stained one. “wanna kiss you.” you whisper, starting to plop up and down on him. he doesn’t say anything, only grabs your throat gently to pull you in. from the way your tongues intertwine, you can taste yourself.

at this point, your bouncing so fast that whenever the couch starts to creak he has to grip on your ass for you to slow down. you whimper softly. “feels so good!”

“shit.” he exhales, mouth agape as he watches the bulge in your lower abdomen peek out whenever you sit, your pussy swallowing his fat cock whole. you were, without a doubt, fucking made for him.

accidentally letting out a scream when your g-spot gets hit, it’s cut off by the hand squeezing tighter around your throat. he glances at his brothers to make sure there are no signs of movement before speaking. “don’t have them wake up or we’re going to be in deep shit, and i won’t be able to fuck you again. is that what you want?”

“no!” you choke out, his thumb grazing your bottom lip while he looks at it.

“then you have to be quiet.”

without thinking, you nod and open your mouth, inviting his thumb inside for you to suck on. he smirks with a whisper. “that’s my good girl.”

he removes his thumb from your mouth, now holding your jaw in place. hickeys decorate one side of his neck.

you don’t know how long you’ve been going at it, but you can’t take it anymore. your breathing is becoming heavier the more his dick hits that angle inside you, eyes rolling back having your vision almost fade to black.

clenching so tight to the point where you could barely move up on him, your nth orgasm of the night washes over you, dripping down his thighs and onto the sofa. alas, you don’t make a peep, because you're chris’s good girl. you will always listen to him.

to ride out your high, you still move when you talk into his ear. “cum in me, please.” you gasp, your brain officially shutting off. your face portrays different waves of pleasure all at once, drool dribbling from your chin. you didn’t even notice releasing a-fucking-gain.

ropes of cum shoot up into you with a thrust of his hips, grunting each time he does so. he throws his head back with his eyes slammed shut, waiting ten seconds until he’s done planting his seed into your womb.

“thank you… thank you…” you repeat. he grabs your hips to lift you, but you whimper and nuzzle yourself closer.

exhausted is an understatement, hence why you fell asleep in mere seconds with his cock deep within your cunt. all chris can doze off to is think about how he has to clean this up before morning.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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Things Change - E.M

Author's Note: Did I wanna start another Eddie series? Yes. This might be a shorter series tho than the one I'm (trying) to put out. Special thanks to my babes @wroteclassicaly and @corrodedcorpses for reading over my smut for approval lol. And thank you to @boomhauer who helped with some relevent info for later chapters 👀

Warnings: Alcohol, sex, p in v sex, cream pie, oral (f receiving), smutty smut smut smut (minors gtfo), 18+, afab reader

You do not have permission to copy, translate or repost my work onto any other platforms.

You had no idea how you ended up here. Moving to Hawkins hadn’t been your decision, of course. That was made by your parents. It was just lucky for you that you made fast friends with Robin Buckley. Which led you to being friends with Steve Harrington… which led to the entire party. You had been shocked to say the least. You didn’t think you would gain a friend group so quickly. The kids were fun to be around and had insisted on showing you how to play D&D since you were into fantasy. That only led to them trying to introduce you to Eddie Munson. Tried being the operative word. Despite everyone else liking you, it seemed Eddie was the exception. You had no idea what you did to him to warrant this distaste.

It made things worse. Worse only because you found yourself smitten with the Dungeon Master upon meeting him. He had awkwardly waved at you and barely met your eye when you were introduced, but you were entranced. He was pretty. Stupidly so. Not to mention his nerdy side made you smile, especially when you had seen him talking about campaigns with the other youngsters for their Hellfire meetings. Some of his music taste was out there for what you listened to, but there were a couple of bands you both listened to. At first, you assumed Eddie was just not overly friendly. You knew what people at Hawkins High said about him. Robin reassuring you it was all bullshit. That none of it was true at all. 

As time went on, you tried to get closer to Eddie. You tried to talk with him, but anytime you got close to talking to him, he would roll his eyes and show his impatience before finding an excuse to leave. When it came to group conversations, he always made comments about what you had to say. He teased you at times, made you feel stupid for things sometimes when you fumbled something or said something incorrectly. The last straw for you had been when the kids tried to get you to play D&D with Hellfire and Eddie shot it down. The kids had been teaching you how to play for weeks and you enjoyed learning the game. When you showed up at Hellfire though Eddie denied you membership and told you to leave. With tears in your eyes, you stomped out of the drama room and out to your car.

You hated Eddie Munson.

Any affection you had for him had disappeared. Instead, you couldn’t stand when he would talk because it was usually to make fun of you. You didn’t find his rambles endearing anymore. Any attraction you felt, you buried away so no one would know. Eventually, it became clear the lines were drawn. The others knew Eddie didn’t like you. That the two of you couldn’t get along for more than five minutes if you were left alone.

“It’ll be fun! C’mon.” Nancy spoke as she pushed aside hanger after hanger in your closet, assessing your clothes.

“You know I hate parties.” You told her, watching her rifle through everything. It wasn’t that you hated parties, it was that you hated crowds. Plus, you knew Eddie was going. The last time you went to a party with Eddie, he had made fun of your outfit and teased you about being desperate to get a guy’s attention all for simply wearing a tank top that showed off a little more cleavage than your other ones. 

“You hate crowds. C’mon. It’ll be fun and the school year is getting closer to being done. We’ll be graduates! We deserve to go out!” Nancy argued as she pulled out a short sleeve top with a v-neck. “This is cute! Why not this and some jeans? Maybe a skirt?”

“No skirt.” You vetoed, knowing the comment you’d get for it.

“Ignore him.” Nancy rolled her eyes before moving to your dresser for a pair of jeans and laying them on the bed with the top. “There. Add some boots and you’re ready! C’mon. You can hang out with Robin and I. Not even have to see Eddie.”

“Being with Robin means being with Steve, and being with Steve means being with Eddie.” You clarified with a small smile. “I’ll go, Nanc. You’re right about it being our last party before graduation.” You answered and slid off of your bed to go and change into the clothes she set out. 

“Then you can hang out with Jonathan and I!” Nancy reasoned.

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Except that didn’t happen. You should have known that the couple would be off with one another not long after entering the party. You all shared a couple drinks but Nancy had dragged Jonathan onto the dance floor, leaving you in the corner by yourself. Steve had found a girl to dance with. Robin was drinking with Vickie who had made a surprise appearance. So you found yourself leaning on a wall nursing another drink. You had a good buzz going. You were unsure what was in the punch besides copious amounts of alcohol, and you were feeling it. You hummed as you sipped at your almost empty cup. 

That was when you spotted him. It hadn’t occurred to you that Eddie would be left alone too when you saw Steve and Robin were occupied. You had no idea where Argyle was though you could take a pretty good guess. Eddie himself was situated across the way from you. You watched his long fingers pinch the cigarette between his lips, pulling it away as a plume of smoke followed. He was staring at you, though you couldn’t imagine why. You looked away realizing you were staring back at him. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea after all, right? 

You drained the last of the dark red liquid in your cup and made your way back to the kitchen. You moved to the punch bowl, filling up your cup half way once more. Someone slid up beside you and you knew exactly who it was based on the smell of tobacco and Old Spice invading your nose. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you took a sip from your cup. Long, ringed fingers wrapped around your cup and your hand as you pulled the cup away from your mouth, leading it now to his. You turned your head, watching Eddie as he took a long sip from your cup. You were about to comment that it was your cup and to get his own when he moved the cup away from his mouth. His pink tongue poked out, licking up the ruby liquid on his lips with his eyes never straying from your face. 

“Munson.” You murmured, bringing your cup back to your mouth and finishing what was left inside. 

“Y/L/N.” Eddie murmured back, hand falling away from the cup and moving to your hip instead. 

You stared at Eddie. Unsure of what he was planning to do. His other hand moved to your free hip, and he pulled you from the punch bowl. He turned you both, pressing you against the fridge, making the magnets fall off. Before you could register what was happening, his lips found yours. He tasted like the punch you both drank and your cherry lip gloss that had transferred from the cup to his lips. You melted into his kiss as you kissed him back, hands moving up to cup his cheeks as he pressed closer to you. The kiss was slow at first, but soon grew hungry. His tongue teased against your lips and you parted them, moaning as his tongue touched yours. 

Eddie’s hands squeezed your hips and a small whine left your lips as he pulled away from you. His large hand grasped yours, tugging you towards the exit for the kitchen. You followed, letting Eddie pull you towards the stairs. You both ascended the stairs and after the third door you checked, you found an empty room. You both shuffled inside, shutting the door loudly behind you. Not that it mattered, considering the volume of the party happening downstairs. As soon as the party was shut out, your lips were back on Eddie’s.

There was a dull thud of his leather jacket hitting the ground before his hands were on you. He pushed your top up to your bust, brushing his fingers over your skin and groaning against your lips. He broke away to tug your top over your head, mouth descending on the swell of your tits. He kissed your warm flesh, dipping his tongue between your breasts as his hands tugged your bra straps down. You reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and pulling it off of your arms. As soon as they were free, his mouth found your nipple, sucking harshly on it and pulling a loud moan from you. A growl left his chest as he moved to mark the side of your breast. You tugged at the back of Eddie’s shirt with a soft whimper. With a soft pop Eddie let go of your boob to pull his shirt over his head. 

“Eager, sweetheart?” He breathed with a dopey grin like he wasn’t the one who cornered you in the kitchen and dragged you up there. 

“Shut up and take off your clothes.” You answered, popping the button on your jeans and pulling them down your legs.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” He murmured as he worked his own jeans off. He eyed your legs as you kicked aside your jeans, now going for your panties. He reached out to grab your wrists. “No. That’s for me.” He growled quietly before lifting you. A squeak left your lips as he did so, not expecting him to lift you up like that. You instinctually wrapped your legs around him as he carried you, distracting yourself by tangling your hands in his hair and dragging his lips back to yours. You felt Eddie dipping you down and the softness of a mattress meeting your back. His lips left yours, returning to nuzzle your breasts before moving down your belly. He pressed kisses against your abdomen, working his way down to your hips. You whined, lifting your lips to get more contact from him. Eddie snaked one hand up to grip your waist as he teased his tongue along the waistband of your panties. Chocolate orbs rolled up to watch you as his tongue dipped under the soft cotton. 

“Eddie, don’t tease me.” You whimpered, feeling your cheeks flush at the low chuckle he let out. 

“You tease me all the time, sweet thing.” He murmured, snapping the waistband of your panties with his teeth.

“Look who’s talking.” You huff as you reach down to gently tug on his curls. It didn’t even occur to you what he meant. You had simply answered as you did considering he teased you all the time, just not like this. 

Eddie groaned at the tugging and nipped at your hip. Finally, he took your panties between his teeth and tugged them down. He kept using his teeth, letting his hand help the other side until he completely removed your panties. He sat up with the cotton between his teeth with a large grin. He dropped the pair into his hands and hummed, pressing his nose to them before setting them aside. “Why smell those when I have the real thing in front of me?” He mused, hooking his hands under your knees as he moved to lie on his belly. His hot breath fanned over your core as he spread your legs. “Nice and wide for me, princess.” He cooed, nudging his nose against your inner thigh. He made sure to take time to mark those too until he had you squirming and your slick running between your cheeks, no doubt wetting the sheets under you. It wasn’t until you begged did he finally flatten his tongue against you, licking a broad stripe from your leaking entrance to the bundle of sensitive nerves above. 

A whine left your lips as you arched your hips, wanting his attention on that bundle of nerves again. Eddie ignored you and dipped his tongue into your aching hole. His hands kept a firm grip on your thighs as he fucked you with his tongue, making you writhe under him. He pressed his face against you, nose bumping your neglected clit as he moved his head from side to side. He groaned against you, soon taking his tongue out of you to lick and suck on your folds, letting his tongue flick against your clit with every pass. A sigh of relief left you when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked just as he pushed a finger into you. You whined his name, rocking your hips as he pumped his finger slowly into you. 

“Eddie, please.” You breathed, tugging on his head as you moaned and bit down on your lip. 

“Please, what?” Eddie asked against you, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit and making you yelp at the contact. 

“I need you.” You whined, tugging on his hair again.

“Need me how, princess?” He chuckled and you swore even though you weren’t looking at him, you could hear his stupid smile.

“You know how!” You huffed at him. 

“Say it.” Hell no. You tugged on his hair again. Eddie’s response was a swift smack to your thigh, and you gasped at the sting on your skin. You looked down at Eddie, who had his glistening chin resting on your pubic bone. He looked up at you, chocolate orbs now swimming in black. He licked his lips and raised a brow at you expectantly. You frowned at him. Eddie shrugged and once again smacked your thigh. A whimper left your lips.

“Say. It.” Eddie growled at you, turning his head to nip and suck at your hip.

You groaned, huffing in defeat as you laid your head back against the pillows. “I need you to fuck me.” You mumbled.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.” Eddie hummed, fingers tapping against your thigh impatiently.

“I need you to fuck me.” You repeated a little louder.

Eddie smirked, running his tongue over the mark he left on your hip now. “Ask me nicer.”

“Eddie, I swear to God-”

“God isn’t here now, sweetheart. Just me. Ask nicely and I’ll fuck you.” 

You huffed, feeling the annoyance creeping up on you that the arousal had quelled for the time being. You knew if you didn’t comply, he would most likely leave you there aching and needy. So you smoothed your fingers in his hair. You gently started to massage at the roots where you had tugged and you felt Eddie turn into a puddle between your thighs. Where his form had been sturdy and rigid before, he now relaxed between your thighs as your ministrations. “Eddie,” You spoke sweetly. There was silence. “Eddie?” You tried again, looking down to see his pretty eyes had fluttered closed. You smirked to yourself as you realized you had found a weakness, apparently. His eyes opened when your fingers stopped. 

“Hm?” A blush settled on his cheeks.

“Eddie,” You cooed, starting to massage again.

“Yes, princess?” Eddie breathed against your skin as he pressed a kiss to it. 

“I need you to fuck me, please?” You pouted at him. “I need you to make me cum on your cock.” 

“Holy fucking hell,” Eddie groaned, pressing his face against your belly. 

You giggled as you slowed your massaging of his scalp, instead tugging once again. This spurred Eddie back into action. He moved up your body, pressing his lips to yours. You groaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. His hands moved down to push his boxers off, managing to wiggle them off of his body and toss them aside somewhere in the room. A shiver ran through you as you felt his length touch you. You nibbled his lower lip as you snaked a hand down, gasping as you wrapped your hand around him and felt just how thick he was. You gave him a few tugs, whining softly and wondering how the hell he was going to fit inside you. Your past partners had been nothing to brag about in terms of size. Some average, some… less than. But Eddie was bigger than you’d taken before. A small hiss left his lips, and he grabbed at your wrist. 

“If you keep jerking me, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum all over your thighs.” He murmured against your lips, biting down harshly on your plump lower lip.

You whimpered at the sting of pain, rubbing your thumb over Eddie’s shaft since he was holding your wrist. “Want it for me.” You mumbled back.

Eddie breathed a chuckle and let go of your wrist. “Want it for you?” He hummed, amused as you nodded back. “What do you mean, baby? Tell me.”

You pecked his lips, now moving your freed hand up to tease your thumb around his tip and smearing his precum around. Eddie let out a shaky breath. “Want your cum inside me, Munson.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie moaned, “Take it, sweetheart. It’s yours.” You grinned at his words, feeling him shift closer to you. His hand soon joined yours, guiding his cock to your aching hole. You bit your lip and let out a soft whimper as he teased his tip against you. “Such a sweet thing. Letting me fuck you raw.” He cooed as he pushed his dick into you.

You moaned, biting on your lower lip as he split you open. You wiggled your hips, arms wrapping back around his neck and settling a hand in his curls as he sunk inch by inch into you. Your walls fluttered around his length, begging for more. When his hips met yours, you let out a shaky breath. “Oh, my god.” You breathed, feeling a pleasant sting as he stretched you for him. Eddie pulled back before snapping his hips into yours again. A deep groan left his lips as he started a rough pace. Your mouth fell open in a pretty ‘O’ shape, moans and Eddie’s name falling from your lips easily. 

“Taking me so good, pretty girl,” Eddie moaned as he drove himself into you. “Look so perfect under me while I fill you with my cock.” You almost wanted to die at how he spoke to you. His dirty talk was too good and something you hadn’t expected to like so much. With previous partners it had made you cringe hearing them attempt to talk dirty to you. But Eddie? His words were dirty and felt like sin, making a warmth pool low in your belly. You had no idea it would be like this. Hell, you hadn’t thought you’d be in this state with him. However, now that he was drilling his thick length into you, you didn’t want him to stop. Already addicted from the first taste. Eddie’s hard thrusts slowed and you let out a high-pitched whine. You were starting to feel the coil tighten low in your belly, but him slowing pulled it away from you.

“Eddie,” You whined with a pout.

Eddie chuckled and kissed your pouting lip. He took one of your hands from around him. “Do as I say.” He instructed, still driving his cock into you slowly. He moved your hand between you both, spreading your four fingers apart. He guided your hand to your pussy, two of your fingers on either side of his cock as he pushed into you with your palm digging into your clit. “Look at that.” He groaned, watching his dick disappear into you framed by your fingers. “Such a pretty sight.” He sighed, pressing on your palm to grind it against the bundle of nerves. Your walls clenched around him and he let out a near pornagraphic moan. So you clenched around him again. “Brat,” Eddie breathed shakily, grinning down at you as he started up his rough pace again. “Keep your hand there. Open your mouth.” He growled.

You moaned his name, moaning again when he moved his free hand to grab your cheeks. His thumb and pointer finger pressed in an attempt to open your mouth. You obliged, opening your mouth up for him. Eddie leaned over you and spat into your mouth. “Swallow.” He instructed and you closed your mouth, swallowing down his spit. “Good girl.” You whimpered at his praise. 

Curses left your lips as you felt that pleasure mounting again. His thrusts grew sloppier as he got closer to filling you, full balls smacking against your skin. You pulled him down for a kiss, wrapping your legs tightly around him as he grinded his length into you. “Please, I’m so close!” You whined against his lips, grinding your palm against your clit.

Eddie cursed, picking up his thrusts. “C’mon, cum for me.” He grunted, moving his mouth to mark the junction between your neck and shoulder. You rocked your hips up, feeling the familiar feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you. Eddie’s name fell from your lips like a chant as you got closer, legs tightening around him and his name leaving your mouth in a long moan as your came around his length. “Fuck!” Eddie moaned, “Cumming around my cock, princess. Look who did this to you,” He babbled, enjoying the fucked out look on your face as he thrusted roughly into you. 

You massaged your fingers against his scalp once the stars left your vision. “You did, Eddie. Cum for me now too, pretty boy.” You cooed, tugging on his curls. Eddie’s forehead dropped own onto your shoulder and you tugged hard, picking his head back up so you could see him as he came. His mouth fell open in a low moan as he painted your walls white, a whimper leaving you at the warmth of his seed inside of you and the look on his face as he finished. He stilled on top of you and you resumed your massaging. His body weight fell onto you fully, giving in to the exhaustion for a moment. You didn’t mind, keeping your legs around him as you massaged his scalp.

“Pretty boy, huh?” Eddie finally murmured after a few minutes.

“Shut it.” You answered, fingers now massaging the back of his neck.

Eddie hummed, licking over the reddening spot on your shoulder. “Are you, uh, on the pill?” He asked, realizing what had just occurred.

“I am, yeah.” You reassured him.

“Good,” He cleared his throat and lifted himself to look down at you. You stared back at him as it sunk in. You slept with Eddie Munson. The guy who hated you. Maybe that was the last little bit to get him out of your system for good. To get rid of any last bit of attraction to him. Eddie bit his lip as he pulled himself out of you, admiring the way his cum leaked between your fingers. He climbed off of you and an immediate sadness settled in your chest. You hadn’t expected him to cuddle you per say, but you hadn’t expected him to just up and leave so soon. You pulled the covers over your body as you sat up. Eddie had disappeared into the en suite bathroom and you could hear the water running. You winced feeling his mess leaking out of you, your fingers now covered in a mix of the both of you. Eddie appeared again, a washcloth in hand, and offered it to you. A blush settled over your cheeks.

“Thanks,” You murmured and started cleaning yourself up. Eddie pulled on his boxers, finding his jeans quickly and pulling them on. He gathered your clothes too, setting them on the bed as he sourced out his clothes too. You finished cleaning up, disappearing into the bathroom to pee and clean up a bit more before leaving the bathroom. You grabbed your bra, pulling it on before tugging your shirt on. You looked around for your panties. You huffed. “Eddie.”

“Hm?”

You held out your hand and wiggled your fingers. “Panties.”

“I don’t have em.” Eddie answered.

You gave him a ‘seriously?’ look and wiggled your fingers again. Eddie sighed dramatically, pulling your cotton panties out of his pocket and placing them in your hand. “Thank you,” You sang, pulling them on before tugging on your jeans. You sat on the bed as you pulled your boots on, mildly wondering why Eddie was still there. You were happy he hadn’t run out immediately, but he was lingering longer than you had expected him to. He produced his Camels from his pocket, placing a cigarette between his lips before pulling out a blue plastic Bic lighter. He flicked at the sparker, lighting the end of his cigarette and taking a long drag. He pulled it from his lips and offered the stick to you. You waved him off. “No thanks.” You murmured and stood from the bed.

Eddie shrugged. “Suit yourself. Let’s go.” He moved towards the door, snatching up his leather jacket from the floor. You raised a brow and followed Eddie out the door. The two of you went back downstairs, the party still ongoing. If Eddie noticed the stares, he didn’t say anything about it as he headed for the front door, still smoking his cigarette. You planned on breaking off from him and did just that, going your separate way from him.

It was only then you realized that your friends were gone. Steve most likely had left with the girl he had been dancing with. Robin and Vickie were nowhere in sight, either. You cursed, heading for the front door. Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie were outside talking. You tried to quell the heat that rose to your cheeks as Eddie talking with your mutual friends like he hadn’t just fucked you upstairs. You walked over, leaning closer to Nancy.

“Hey! You have fun?” Nancy asked, looping her arm through yours.

“Yeah, tons.” You answered while purposely avoiding looking at Eddie.

“Ready to head home?” Jonathan asked and you nodded your head. “You good to get home, Eddie?” Jonathan asked him.

“I’m fine, man. Get the ladies home safe.” Eddie answers, eyes flicking to you before back to Jonathan. The two shared a manly hug before Eddie nodded his head to Nancy. “Wheeler, Y/L/N.” He flicked his cigarette into the street as he headed for his van.

You could feel Nancy’s eyes boring into your skull as you watched Eddie drive off.

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As soon as you got to your house, Nancy announced she’d be sleeping over, much to Jonathan’s surprise. You knew exactly what she was doing. You played along and the two of you snuck up to your room. The second the door was closed, Nancy rounded on you.

“What happened?”

You groaned, moving to your dresser. “Nothing, Nance. I’m gonna shower, okay?” You quickly grabbed pajamas. “Help yourself to my clothes too.”

“Oh, of course.” Nancy nodded, hands on her hips. “You probably should wash the smell of sex and Eddie off of you.” When you turned to look at her, she had a large grin on her face. She pointed to your neck. You swallowed, peeking at your mirror and realizing your top exposed one of Eddie’s marks. “You smell like him, you know. The second you got close to me I could smell the cigarettes and weed.” She giggled.

“Nancy-”

“I’m not judging! I just… see why you had ‘tons’ of fun.”

You quickly ran into your bathroom and shut the door hard at her giggling.

[impala-dreamer]

Dark As The Ocean

A Tale From The MCU

Stucky x Reader (Bucky/Reader/Steve)

2,142 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Threesome, Cream Pie, Cum Eating, Cum Kisses, Oral, Anal, Fluff, Bucky’s in charge! Steve’s shy, Y/N is just along for the ride. 

A/N: So this happened. For Ashley @because-imma-lady-assface and a square on the Dreamer's Smutty Bingo card my followers made for me!

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It felt like drowning in the best way.

So much crystalline blue surrounded her, eclipsing every other color as if God had turned the vibrancy up and the shadows down.

Steve’s eyes, so innocent yet hungry, swam up and down every inch of her nakedness, riding the wave of each curve and setting her passion on edge.

Bucky, confident and leading, kept his blue eyes locked on her face, watching every minuscule twitch and flutter, leaving only to check on his partner and come back again. He was playing Steve just as much as her, and they were all beyond the point of total arousal, naked and tumbling on the rented bed, reaching higher with every touch.

Steve pulled out, letting her orgasm seep down into the crisp white sheets. He hovered above her, strong arms holding him up while keeping her down. She squirmed against him, tightening her legs around his trim hips and clawing at his biceps. Every bit of her was drunk on pleasure, but she needed more. Her body ached to be filled and her mind was wiped clean of everything but cock.

“Please…” Her eyes were wide and wet; her voice weak and pathetic.

Flattered and empowered by her desperation, he rocked forward and teased the tip of his cock against her slit, pushing in only enough to make her jaw drop and her breath stop.

Her nails dug into his forearm, denting the tanned flesh with perfect slivers that mocked the moon hanging over the Capitol. “Please!”

Steve relented and jabbed deep inside with a quick snap of his hips. Y/N let out a muffled whimper as she tried in vain to hide her filthy cry behind tight lips.

Bucky cleared his throat and her eyes flew to his stern expression. “Don’t hold back, doll. You know I like to hear what’s going on in that dirty head of yours.”

She shuddered at the strength in his tone and chewed her lip, nodding in understanding.

Another deep thrust and her eyes rolled back. “Fuck, Steve-”

“You can do better,” Bucky urged as he slowly fisted his cock. He stood off to the side of the bed, watching intently as the others played.

Y/N moaned as Steve dipped down to lick into her mouth. She wrapped a delicate hand around the nape of his neck and held him there, hazy eyes staring into the deep blue of his irises.

“God, you fuck me so good,” she whispered, arching her back and pressing her tits into his firm chest. “Always need your fat cock, Steve. Fuck!”

His face flushed red as a firecracker and he kissed a shy smile against her lips.

Bucky laughed gently. “There it is. Love seeing you all flustered, Steve.”

She clung to him and rolled her hips, taking him deeper with every thrust.

Steve’s jaw tensed and his eyes shut tight. He moaned wordlessly, too stuck in his rhythm to think. He dipped down to kiss her and his long lashes tickled her cheek. She sighed, lost in heaven as he pushed her down into the soft mattress and licked into her mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, breath hot against her lips.

His eyes fluttered open and Y/N fell into the dark ocean once more.

“So perfect.”

Another kiss and her body tightened around his cock.

“So amazing…”

Y/N came hard, shuddering beneath him and panting against his plump, kiss-swollen lips. “Fuck…”

Steve grinned and slowed his pace, fucking her through the pulsing orgasm until she was moaning loudly and leaking again.

Hard as a rock and enjoying the show, Bucky slowly made his way onto the bed, sneaking up behind Steve. He traced a cold metal finger down the length of Steve’s spine, making him shiver and sit up, arching his back.

“You two are so fucking hot.” Bucky growled against Steve’s back, dropping wet kisses as he moved up to his ear. “I want you to cum, Steve,” he ordered. “Fill up that sweet little peach…”

Without warning, he bit down on Steve’s right shoulder and the hero crumbled. He gripped Y/N’s hips as his own jerked uncontrollably. She could feel him pulsing deep inside her, see the orgasm ripple through his muscles, hear his breath catch. She covered his hands with her own, holding him there and watching every tiny twitch of pleasure on his handsome face.

“Good boy…” Bucky hissed his whisper into Steve’s ear and then departed. He dropped down next to Y/N and propped himself on his right arm.

Panting and empty, Steve pulled away and fell opposite Bucky, curling himself into Y/N’s right side. He nuzzled into her and closed his eyes for a moment, recovering.

Y/N turned her attention to the Soldier; a love-drunk smile painted upon her pretty lips. “Hi.”

He returned the smile but his eyes were dark and lust-filled. “Hey.” Reaching for her, Bucky cupped her cheek, the mechanical palm covering everything. She shivered at the cold and sighed as it warmed nearly immediately. “You having fun?”

She parted her lips to answer, but Bucky dragged his finger across her mouth and pushed it inside. Silenced, Y/N moaned and nodded before clamping her lips shut.

He bit his lip and watched her eyes roll as she sucked. “Fucking gorgeous, ain’t she, Steve?”

Somehow, he managed to lift his head and agree, sliding his gaze up and down her deliciously soft body. “Very.”

“You did a great job fucking her,” Bucky continued, pulling his finger free to let it drift over her flesh. “Got her all limp…” He dipped his hand between her thighs and Y/N arched up off of the mattress, squirming at the touch. “... and warm…” With a flick of his tongue, he caught her nipple in his teeth while dipping a finger into her cunt. She moaned loudly and Bucky grinned. “Just a mess, aren’t you?”

Y/N nodded again and clenched around his finger. “Yeah…”

“A sloppy mess.” He scooped a morsel of cum from inside and lifted it to her lips. “Open.”

She complied instantly, pulling his slick finger back into her mouth and sucking it clean.

“Don’t swallow,” he growled. “Steve needs a kiss…”

Steve hummed in interest and sat up on his elbows to reach her. She kissed him gently and his lips parted, accepting his own cum onto his tongue. He moaned at the tang of it and deepened the kiss.

Bucky whistled. “Taste good?”

The kiss broke and Steve set his eyes on Bucky. “Yes.”

“Hmm…” Bucky dipped back into the mess, this time licking it up himself. His eyes closed as he savored the familiar taste and leaned over Y/N to catch Steve’s lips.

They kissed above her, tongues darting out to mingle in the space between, and Y/N stared in awe as her pussy throbbed with renewed arousal. She reached down on either side of herself and stroked their cocks gently, dragging her fingers from base to tip before wrapping her soft hands around them both. Steve groaned into Bucky’s mouth and tried to pull back, but strong hands held him there. His face was caught in Bucky’s big hands, his eyes locked into the intensity of deep blue staring back.

“I think,” Bucky teased between licks at Steve’s mouth, “you should go clean up the rest of your mess…”

In an instant, Bucky’s right hand was tight around the back of Steve’s neck. He pushed his face down until his mouth was positioned over Y/N’s mound before easing up.

“Go on. Lick her clean.”

Y/N spread her legs wide as Steve crawled between them; sucked in a heavy breath as his tongue traced her slit. Her thighs shook and she squeezed Bucky’s cock tighter, stroking in time with Steve’s frantic licks.

Bucky sat up on his knees and Y/N’s vision went hazy. He was gorgeous- muscles gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, his pink lips set in a hard line. His breath deepened as she ran her hand down his shaft and he let loose a gravely moan.

“Love your cock…” she mewed, biting her lip as he swelled thicker against her palm.

Bucky grinned and thrust his hips, jabbing the tip of his cock against her side.

Desperate tears welled in her eyes. “Please… please fuck me, Bucky. I need you so bad…”

Blue eyes trailed down her curves and locked in on Steve’s face. “Sorry, doll,” he sighed. “Not your turn.”

He left her with a kiss and disappeared, making her whimper in disappointment.

The cry was short-lived, however, and her breath stopped as Steve sucked a kiss to her clit and curled two fingers into her cunt. She rocked mindless Steven’s hungry mouth, feeling the pressure grow deep inside.

“Gonna make me cum again, fuck!” She squirmed on the sheets and grabbed at his hair as he swirled his tongue in quick, tight circles. “Steve!”

Bucky reappeared, standing at the foot of the bed behind Steve. His cock was slick with lube and his gaze was firm.

“Don’t you dare cum,” he warned. “Not until I say.”

Her thighs clamped tight around Steve’s head. “Fuck!”

Bucky ran his hand down Steve’s back. “Is that a yes?”

Her shoulders shot up off of the bed as the edge quickly approached. “Yes! Yes. No cumming!”

“Good.”

His attention turned to Steve and he gave his plump ass a swift tap. Without verbal prompting, Steve pushed his ass up and spread his knees, balancing on the foot of the bed while keeping his face stuffed blissfully in Y/N’s dripping cunt.

“Such a good boy, Steve,” he praised as he rubbed the head of his big cock against Steve’s hole. “Always so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Steve hummed happily and lapped at Y/N’s swollen lips. “Ready…”

Slowly, Bucky pushed inside, inching his way in as Steve melted between them. He was still for a long moment, lost in sweet sensations and rising bliss. His body eased open, perfectly trained and accepting.

Once fully seated inside, Bucky caressed the pert globes of Steve’s ass and gently rocked forward. Steve came back to life, his cock throbbing and his eyes rolling.

“God!”

Y/N laughed gently at his pleasured shout and stroked his cheek. “You look so happy right now,” she purred.

Chin wet with her juices; body full of his best friend, Steve grinned and licked his lips. His eyes were drifting and unfocused, and he gripped her hips as Bucky pumped into his ass. “I am,” he confessed, “so fucking happy.”

Behind him, Bucky growled and pushed up on his toes, shifting the angle just enough to make Steve’s voice fade and set his tongue to work.

Y/N was drowning again, thrashing against a wave of forbidden pleasure and stuck staring into blue eyes that pulled her down. Jaw dropped and drooling, moments from passing out, she pleaded with Bucky. “Please let me cum, please!”

A smirk tugged at his shadowed lip and Bucky slapped his heavy hand down on the small of Steve’s back, pulling him back as he jerked forward. Each of Bucky’s thrusts drove Steve’s tongue deeper into Y/N and she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Please! God, fuck!”

 Feeding on her frustration, he stared darkly at her, making her wait, keeping her teetering on the dangerous edge. His own pleasure peaked and his upper lip curled into a sneer.

“Do it,” he groaned. “Cum with me, doll.”

 Her shout eclipsed Bucky’s deep grunts as he emptied into Steve’s ass. He let the man hang there, trapped between quaking orgasms as his cock leaked, untouched and aching. When Bucky finally pulled out, Steve shivered. He could feel every drop trickle down the back of his thighs and he went limp at Y/N’s feet.

Exhausted, Bucky scrubbed a hand down his face and crawled back onto the bed to take Y/N into his arms. She cuddled into him, still shaking and tingling.

“You’re incredible,” she cooed. Her tongue was tired, but she managed well enough. “Both of you.”

Unable to speak, Steve gave her a weak thumbs up.

Bucky dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “So are you.”

“I’m all sticky,” she announced with a laugh.

Again, Steve lifted his hand, this time waving. “Me too.”

Bucky sighed and sat up. “I guess it’s shower time, kids.”

Y/N jumped up and set off for the bathroom. Her legs ached and her pussy was sore, but it was worth every limping step. “Meet ya in there!”

Steve lifted his head and blinked at Bucky, still stunned and utterly spent.

“You coming?”

“Yeah, but-” Steve pushed up slightly and then fell back down with a laugh. “I think you’re gonna have to carry me…”

[skz317cb97]

Reading Romance

Hyunjin x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.2K

Synopsis: While hanging out and reading with your best friend Hyunjin he catches a glimpse at what you're book is about and wants to know more.

A/N: Number 5! Only 3 left to go and I have at least an idea of what the rest will be! I hope you like this one, if you do please reblog, like, comment, hit up my ask box, I always get great feedback with these so I really appreciate it! As usual warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, light bondage, pet names (darling, beautiful etc), slight Hyunjin dom/MC sub dynamic (kinda sorta not really), oral (m&f receiving), deep throating/face fucking, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, use of the color system (never yellow or red), squirting, tearing up during sex(?), cum play/cum eating, unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie. I think that's everything but if I ever miss anything please let me know and I'll add it asap!

One of the reasons Hyunjin was your best friend was your mutual ability to be completely fine sitting silent in a room together. Whether you were reading, painting, even watching tv, whatever, the two of you were content just existing in the same space and called it hanging out. Today Hyunjin came over to your place for the two of you to do some painting in your studio and you had for about an hour or so. Now the two of you were sitting on your couch reading together quietly.  

Hyunjin’s book was a series of short stories that intersected into each other and all tied together in the end. You were reading a book one of the girls from your book club had recommended to you on the low. It was... spicy... and normally not a book you’d be reading around anyone, let alone Hyunjin, but it really had a great plot and you were hooked so you were reading a smutty book, sitting with your insanely gorgeous best friend. Needless to say when it came upon a sex scene you started blushing and couldn’t help but look up at Hyunjin and imagine if you were in that scenario. It would never happen in a million years but a big girl could dream.  

In reality, guys that were that beautiful didn’t go for the chubby art chick. Hyunjin was a sweet guy and a good friend so you shouldn’t be picturing him in any scenarios, yet your eyes would scan the sultry words on your page and then drift up to the man frowning at the book in front of him. You jumped a little focusing on your book again when Hyunjin closed his. 

“This book is boring, predictable. What are you reading?” You almost choked when he asked but rebounded quickly. 

“Oh! Uh... umm... a romance.” Hyunjin nodded. 

“Let me take a look.” You scoffed, trying to be nonchalant, but you could feel your ears starting to burn.  

“I’m reading it right now Hyunjin.” He mimicked you. 

“I’m reading it right now muhmuhmuh, mark your page and let me look at it for a second. If I like it I can just download it on my phone and read it.” You shook your head. 

“No like I said it’s a romance, you won’t like it.” Hyunjin held out his hand. 

“Do you remember who you’re talking to darling? I AM romance, now let me see.” 

“No.” No reason given this time, just no. Hyunjin was very curious now. 

“No?” You shook your head again. Hyunjin nodded. 

“Okay fine.” You relaxed a bit and Hyunjin lunged for the book in your hand snatching it away. 

“HYUNJIN! DON’T!” He held you back with one of his long arms as he opened your book and started reading. Unfortunately, he landed on the page you had been reading and one of the more risqué parts of the book. 

“Philippe grabbed his throbbing member!? And shoved it in again, gagging Krista with his hard thrusts to the back of her throat?! What the hell y/n you’re sitting here reading porn?!” You snatched the book back angry he’d taken it instead of listening to you. 

“It’s not porn, it’s a romance novel and I told you not to read it!” You got up and started storming off towards your room mad and Hyunjin followed. 

“Oh come on! I’m just teasing, don’t get mad.” You turned back towards him. 

“I asked you not to and you did anyway. It’s embarrassing Hyunjin okay?” He walked up to you. 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, so there’s dirty words in your book, so what, I guarantee I watch porn way worse than any smutty book you’ve got.” You rolled your eyes shaking your head, going to walk off again. 

“That’s not the point...” Hyunjin followed grabbing your wrist and stopping you. 

“Well then what is it? Are you embarrassed because you were watching me?” Your jaw dropped. 

“Is that it? Because if it is... I mean don’t be. If I had a dollar for every time I imagined fucking you I’d be rich.” You tossed the book on one of the tables. 

“Hyunjin! I... what?” It took a second for your brain to catch up and register what he said. 

“Did you just say...” Hyunjin waited for you to finish your question and then finished it for you. 

“I imagined fucking you? Is that really surprising?” You stood there dumbfounded. 

“Uh... well... I mean... yea it kind of is. You mean you think of me and you like...” Hyunjin nodded finishing your sentence again. 

“Having sex together? Yea. Why wouldn’t I? You’re funny, smart, talented, sexy...” 

“I’m fat.” Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed at you. 

“That doesn’t make any of the other things I said about you untrue. So what if you’re bigger. Only a vain troglodyte would care about something so trivial and stupid.” You stood there utterly speechless and then something clicked for Hyunjin. 

“Did.... did you think I wouldn’t want to be with you because you’re bigger?” He sounded genuinely hurt. 

“Is that how I come off?” It wasn’t, you didn’t want him to think that. 

“No! No Jinnie that’s not how you come off. That...that’s just me projecting my shitty body image onto you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.” Hyunjin had always been nothing but sweet to you and if you hadn’t been so in your head about images and what people thought you’d have noticed that Hyunjin’s interest in you wasn’t purely as friends. You weren’t sure how you didn’t realize with how comfortable you both always were with each other. There was a reason for that, a mutual unspoken affection. 

“You don’t have to apologize y/n. You’ve grown up in a world telling you that you’re not pretty if you’re not skinny. I understand but I want you to know that’s not how I feel. I think you’re beautiful.” You didn’t know what to say. You stood there, Hyunjin still holding onto your arm. He took a step closer and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The hand grasping your wrist let go. He caressed your face and cupped your cheek.  

“I’m gonna kiss you now...” You nodded and as he leaned in closer you closed your eyes. When you felt warm full lips pressed against yours sweetly, your hands came up and rested on Hyunjin’s chest and his other hand found your soft hip pulling you closer. He pulled away and ran his thumb over the apple of your cheek as he looked at you. You grasped his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. Lips parting tongues teasing. You only pulled away once you both were breathless. Hyunjin bit at his pouty bottom lip, catching his breath, wrapping both arms around you, and resting his head against yours. He got a smirk on his face. 

“So what were you reading in that book that had you staring at me like that hmm?” You started blushing and shook your head. 

“Oh come on I already read about Phillipe’s throbbing member how much worse can it get.”  

“It gets worse trust me.” Hyunjin’s smile grew wider and he wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Well worse is better, let me take another look.” He went to grab the book off the table and you picked it up quickly. 

“Hyunjin...no...” He laughed softly. It was cute how shy you were being suddenly. Usually you were confident and spoke your mind around him easily. He wasn’t really used to this timid side. 

“Come on... show me what you were reading when you kept looking at me.” You stood there frozen with the book in hand. There was absolutely no way you could show him that part. Phillipe was a French masseuse and before grabbing his ‘throbbing member’ that Krista was gagging on, he had tied her to his massage table with silk ropes. You had looked up when you read it initially, looking at Hyunjin’s hands, imagining his long deft fingers tying knots around your wrists and ankles. 

“Look I won’t take it this time, just show me... or... read it to me?” He cocked his perfect eyebrow at you. That was diffidently not happening. 

“Fine I’ll show you... but...” Hyunjin tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“I’m not gonna judge you darling...” He leaned in by your ear. 

“I just want to know what sets your body on fire...” He kissed your neck those insanely soft lips of his pressed against your skin. 

“then dumb gasoline on it and give it to you.” He gently grabbed hold of your wrist again and pulled you to your own bedroom, where you had been storming off to in the first place. He let go of you when you walked through the door and made his way over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. You hesitated. Was this really happening? Were you really about to sit on your bed with Hyunjin and show him the smut you were eye fucking him to? He pat the spot across from him on the bed. 

“Do you want to sit down?” You nodded walking over and sitting across from him on your bed, book still in hand. He scooched a little closer so that he could see over your shoulder a bit. You turned your head looking at him nervously. He kissed your shoulder and smiled at you. 

“It’s okay. I promise.” You gave him a little nod and started thumbing through the pages looking for where you were at. When you found it you held it open for Hyunjin to read. 

“This was the page I opened it to.” You nodded and he scanned through the type, getting closer to you, his warm breath fanning against your neck. His breathing hitched when he saw what you had been reading. 

“Is it the ropes darling? Hmm...” His lips were ghosting your skin but not touching. 

“Do you want me to tie you up? Make you cum?” Your breathing was coming out more labored and your skin was completely flushed. You looked over your shoulder at him again and shook your head softly. He tilted your head and started kissing down your neck and shoulder, pulling the straps of the tank top and bra you were wearing down. His arms wrapped around you from behind as he groped your soft body and he nibbled and kissed your neck. You leaned your head back against his shoulder giving him better access to you. Hyunjin moved from behind you and laid you back on the bed before getting on top of you, propping himself up, looking down at you. 

“I’m going to undress you and kiss all of my favorite parts of your gorgeous body, then I'm gonna go into your closet and grab four of your silk scarves and I’m going to tie you up and make you cum again, and again and again...” He started kissing down your neck to your chest between each word. He lifted your shirt up and over your head and grabbed your full breasts before burying his face between them licking and kissing the soft skin. Your fingers combed through Hyunjin’s hair and you held on as he continued kissing down your tummy, then tugging at your pants sitting back and pulling them off, tossing them aside.  

He climbed between your legs and kissed the insides of your thighs, gently dragging his teeth across them. He kissed his way back up your body stopping at your tits again, pulling your bra down and sucking on one nipple and then the other. Hyunjin was pleased to see your bra opened from the front. He unhooked it and pulled the straps down and off of you. He kissed his way up further, his full lips overtaking yours in another heated kiss. His hands running up and down your plush body, memorizing every curve. Hyunjin hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulled them down, you lifted your full ass up as he continued dragging them down and off. He sat back on his knees and took in every last inch of your plump frame. 

“God I wish you saw what I see...” Your felt your heart go soft. 

“Hyunjin...” Your eyes were glassy as tears started to rim them. 

“I really do darling, you’d never doubt how beautiful you were ever again if you saw what I see every time I look at you.” He hovered over you and kissed you sweetly, your hands sliding up his shoulders and neck, toying with the pieces of his long hair that had fallen from his ponytail. He sat back up peeling his own shirt off. 

“Get comfy gorgeous, I’ll be right back.” Hyunjin disappeared into your closet and reemerged with scarves thrown over one of his shoulders. He lost the pants and boxers on the way back over to you and when you saw him standing naked by the bed, you thought your heart was going to pound out of your chest. 

“That book has bondage, does it mention safe words?” You nodded. 

“Yes Jinnie.” It had; Phillipe had told Krista about the stoplight system. 

“And what did they teach you darling?”  

“Green is good, yellow is slow down, red means stop.” He shook his head smiling. 

“That’s my good girl.” You flushed when he said that, then he crawled back onto the bed by you. 

“Hands please.” You gave him your hands and he kissed the back of each before he gently tied your wrists together. With another scarf looped through your arms now joined at the wrist Hyunjin secured your hands above your head and to the headboard of your bed. He lightly ran his fingertips down your body and you softly pulled at the restraints needy for his touch goosebumps erupting all over your body. 

“Comfortable? Too tight?” You shook your head no. 

“They feel okay, not too tight.” Hyunjin gripped one of your ankles and kissed it before he started tying another one of the scarves around it. He tied the other end to one post of your footboard and walked around to the other side and gave the other ankle the same treatment. A sweet kiss and then tied to the opposite post, spreading your thick thighs for him and exposing your glistening cunt. He immediately started stroking his cock once you were laid out in the vulnerable position. 

“You look good enough to eat beautiful.” Hyunjin crawled up on the bed again and took his place between your legs that were held open for him. His face hovered over your clenching pussy, his warm breath teasing you, his full lips ghosting, you were ready to scream for him right as Hyunjin ran his tongue through your folds. 

“Fuck you’re delicious.” Hyunjin spread your plump pussy lips apart and latched onto your clit, licking and slurping on you, collecting your arousal on his tongue and savoring the taste of you. You could feel your high approaching and Hyunjin could tell. He slid two fingers inside your wet hole and pumped them in and out as he sucked and hummed against your clit. White hot pleasure electrocuted you from head to toe when Hyunjin made you cum, you pulled tightly at the straps around your wrists. 

“Jinnie! Fuck! Oh god!” He stopped feasting on you but kept his fingers curling inside you. You tried to close your legs feeling the pin pricks of overstimulation, but couldn’t while Hyunjin started fingering you harder again. 

“Ji-Jinnie I... I can’t...” He cooed at you and slowed down a little. 

“Color?”  

“Green.” He smiled. 

“Good girl, you can and you will.” He started fingering you harder again then spit on your clit and started eating you out again as well, unrelenting between his plump lips and expert tongue. It wasn’t long before your body tensed and pulled against your restraints as you came on Hyunjin’s tongue and fingers again. Again he didn’t slow down, not even the kitten licking your clit, he didn’t stop. 

“Hy-Hyunjin! FuckFuckFUCK! It’s too much!” Your legs were shaking, he stopped slurping at you but still kept his fingers lodged deep in your pussy constantly rubbing against that soft spot that sent more jolts of electricity through your body. He spit on your clit again only this time his other hand started teasing your clit, spreading his saliva around the buzzing bundle of nerves.  

“Do you know what else I notice in that little page you showed me darling?” You were panting sweat beading on your temples, you shook your head and couldn’t control the level of your voice. 

“What!? God what tell me fuck!” Hyunjin smiled and played with your pussy more making you writhe under his touch. 

“After Phillipe had Krista tied down and before he was chocking her with his cock...” You had almost forgot and only now, Hyunjin bringing it up, reminded you. 

“He finger fucked Krista until he made her squirt.” Your eyes rolled up in your head, again you tried to close your legs but it was futile as long as they were tied to the bannisters. Hyunjin started eating your pussy again, starved, ravenous, and you came again, and again, and again. After every orgasm Hyunjin would part from your cunt long enough to ask your color. As soon as he heard green you were getting licked and fingered into another orgasm, and another and another and another. He pulled away again panting like a mad man. 

“Fuck you taste so fucking delicious, such a good girl; I could eat you for fucking hours... color?” You were sweaty and trembling, your whole body was on fire. You only pulled at your restraints now when another orgasm tore through you. 

“G-gre- green.” Hyunjin spit on his fingers and rubbed four of them firmly across your sensitive clit as he pumped his long fingers into you as deep as he could, hard. You felt it, you were going to cum harder than you ever had. It felt funny. 

“Hy-Hyunjinnie I’m... I think I’m...OHHHHH! FUCK!” You started squirting on Hyunjin and still he didn’t relent, he rubbed your pussy and pumped his fingers in and out as your juices squirted and leaked out of you. Your arms pulled tight at the scarves, your back arching, legs twisting, shaking and still unable to close no matter how hard you tried. Hyunjin slowed down and pulled his fingers out of you, your cum still trickling out after. He softly rubbed your whole pussy which made you jump and jolt from the oversensitivity. 

“God that was so fucking sexy!” You laid there limp, panting, and he started licking your cum from your body. 

“Was it?” You asked genuinely. Hyunjin climbed up your thick, cum slicked, body and kissed you with his lips, puffier than usual after eating you out for so long. 

“Mhmm. Almost came on myself a few times but when you squirt for me... well... let's just say it’s not just your cum on these sheets.” You managed to open your eyes and smile. You loved the idea of Hyunjin being so turned on eating you out, making you squirt, that he came untouched. Hyunjin reached up and untied the scarf that was holding your joined wrists to the headboard and you could finally bring your arms down but they were still tied together. Hyunjin knelt by you stroking his cock that was already hard again. He leaned down close to your face as he kept tugging on himself. He whispered in your ear. 

“Can I fuck your face like Phillipe did to Krista too?” He absolutely could after what he’d just put your body through. You nodded. 

“Yes, fuck my face Jinnie.” He crawled and knelt over your head a knee on each side straddling you. He held up his cock, jerking off, his balls hovering over your mouth. You started tonguing them as Hyunjin stroked his dick, when you sucked one into your mouth and gently suckled at it Hyunjin moaned and it made you gush. You sucked on his other one and then licked his balls until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Open up darling.” You opened your mouth and Hyunjin hovered over you sliding his cock in between your lips. You stuck your tongue out as he pushed in deeper allowing him further into your mouth, the tip of his dick prodding your throat. 

“FFffffuck! Good girl. Are... are you r-ready?” You hummed around his cock and he felt it vibrate through his whole body. He propped himself up over you, gripping the headboard with two hands and started thrusting into your mouth deeper. You gagged and choked on his dick and he pulled out spit connected to your lips and his cock. You took a couple of deep breaths and Hyunjin thrusted back into your mouth bottoming out in the back of your throat again. This time when you choked he didn’t pull out, he thrusted deeper and harder into your throat. He felt a strong gag on the tip of his cock and pulled out, you gasping for air. 

“Color?”  

“Green.” You choked out before he shoved his cock back into your mouth fucking it hard and deep again. He braced against the headboard with one hand and held the back of your head with the other, pushing you down on his dick, making you swallow all of him, giving you a few more deep thrusts and pulling out again. You had tears in your eyes drool running down your chin. 

“Color?” 

“Green now choke me with your cock Jinnie.” He rubbed his tip against your face slapping your lips with it before thrusting in and fucking your throat mercilessly. The gagging, choking and squelching of his cock punishing your throat filled the room. Your tied hands started playing with his balls and Hyunjin was ready to blow. 

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK OHHHH BEAUTIFUL FUCK!!! Can I cum down your throat hmm? Gonna be a good girl and choke down my cum?” You hummed around his cock hard and He gripped the back of your head again pushing you down as he came in your mouth, his seed flooding and dripping down your chin. 

“Fuck! Oh fuck oh god damn! Swallow it!” You swallowed what you could and Hyunjin pulled his softening cock from your mouth. You took big, deep breaths, licking your lips and savoring the taste of him. When Hyunjin’s wits were back about him he untied your wrists, and then untied each of your legs from the bed posts. Massaging each one of them, softly kissing them each again. You could finally relax all your limbs and you laid there completely fucked out. Hyunjin kissed your shoulder and neck then your lips, his taste lingering on your tongue. He was stroking his cock again as the two of you softly made out for a bit, catching your breath. Just enjoying each other’s lips and taste.  

“God I want to fuck you so bad, I want your arms and soft legs wrapped around me and I want to lose myself inside you.” He kissed you and you could feel his hard cock prodding at your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him. Nuzzled against his nose and place soft chaste kisses to his lips, over and over. Hyunjin jumped when you first grabbed his cock, not expecting it with how tenderly you were kissing him. You lined him up with your warm cunt and slid the tip of him into you. Hyunjin’s forehead fell against yours and he moaned as he pushed deeper into you. 

“Feels so good Hyunjin-ah, don’t stop.” He bit his lips and shook his head no, sweat already forming on his brow. He continued to slide into you until your hips were pressed together. You wrapped your thick thighs around Hyunjin, your arms gripping him close to you, no possible way there was any space left between the two of you. Hyunjin propped up on his elbows, held your face, his forehead pressed to yours again as he rocked his hips into you, slow deep grinding, both of you kissing and consuming the other’s moans and soft pants. 

“You’re so beautiful, god you feel so good, so soft everywhere, fuck, I love you y/n I love you.” You were coming, tears of pleasure in your eyes as Hyunjin kissed you tenderly.  

“Hyun- I-I love y-you.” When Hyunjin felt your walls fluttering around his cock he pushed deep inside you slower. 

“C-can I cum inside you?” You held onto him tightly with your arms and legs still and nodded, kissing him as his speed picked up again. The soft moans that came from Hyunjin as his orgasm approached made you want it all the more. 

“Please Hyunjin-ah, cum inside me.” His hips started to lose rhythm. 

“Please.” You whispered in a soft moan against his lips and Hyunjin came. He pushed deep into you and stilled as his cock twitched and filled you with his big warm load. Hyunjin collapsed on you filling you, softening inside you, his cum dripping out of your sensitive hole. Both of your sweaty bodies completely spent. Hyunjin finally managed to stop crushing you and lay next to you. The two of you laid there quietly, catching your breath until you finally broke the silence. 

“We need to shower and clean up Jinnie.” He hummed nodding and started to get up. 

“I know...” He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked back at you with his eyebrow cocked and a smirk plastered on his face. 

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[spitefulverse]

Composure / Miguel O'Hara

Summary: You work close with Miguel at the HQ, having an exceptionally high rank for your age, and daily, Miguel has to compose himself, refusing to let a simple girl ruin him. Or let himself, ruin her.

Warnings: Ten year legal age gap, reader is 21, Miguel is 31. Cussing, implied sexual tension, implied reader has thick thighs, slow burn, very smutty sex at end, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, idfk. miguel pushing himself away and being emo. NOT PROOFREAD 4.6k words.

You sighed, a wave of tiredness smacking you directly in the face as it hit the third our of your day in the HQ, while you loved your job, it grew tedious. And here you were, picking up coffee for you and Miguel, like some intern, however he had the decency to give you his credit card, stating "Get yourself something, I'm not a dick"

You held two, warm, grande coffees in your hands as you walked into Miguel's office, he sat at his desk, fiddling with his watch, mumbling away to Lyla, you couldn't actually hear the conversation but his voice sounded displeased and unhappy. "Uh, Mr O'Hara" You cleared your throat, standing in the doorway, shuffling from foot to foot as his crimson stare slowly but surely traveled up your body, lingering on your lower half. His sunken eyes looked into yours, raising a hand to usher you over. "Thanks Lyla, you can go" He commented, eyes not leaving your frame and with that Lyla quickly dissipated, shooting you a smile as she did so. Slowly, you sauntered over, unbeknownst to why he made you feel so shrunken and quiet.

You would go into his office angry every time and without a doubt, skittishly leave his room, every time, crushing on him, thinking about how good he looks. Sometimes hes pacing, or leaning against the wall, or looking out the window in the back of the room, but every time, he seems to have an effect on you.

"Was there any issues, chiquita?" He asked, reaching out for his coffee, his large, calloused hand brushing against yours as you handed him it. Chiquita, you had googled it after he repeatedly called you it since you became more or less acquaintances, it can either be a term of endearment, like little one or little gift or it is what you would call a little girl, you hope it isn't the latter. The thought that every time he said it, he could be calling you ‘little one’ always made you bite the inside of your cheek, getting a bit giddy at the thought of him. There wasn't a time you saw him where he wasn't referring to you as ‘Chiquita’

You smiled "not at all, other than me feeling bad about using your card" You then pulled the card out of your waistband, having it tucked just between your shirt and skirt, placing that on the desk. His deep, red eyes followed your every move, watching your hands, lost in thought about how dainty they looked, he shook his head just slightly. "No, don't feel bad, i sent you on a coffee run, it's the least i could do, muñeca" He hummed, taking a drink from his coffee.

Even sat in his chair, he looked big, he was almost matching your height, broad shoulders covering the back of the seat. You nodded in response to him before looking around nervously, like you couldn't find the words to say, nor did you know what you wanted to say.

"Well, i appreciate it" That means a lot coming from him. "I do, but i need to get back to work, querida, is there anything you need?" He asked, voice hoarse, he slouched back into his chair, legs widespread and chest puffed out just slightly, a sight that you would think about for days. Timidly, you shook your head, giving him a small wave to which he quirked a brow and with little to no effort, lifted just his hand from the arm rest, tilting it to signal a silent goodbye as you turned on your heel and quietly stepped out the room.

Little did you know, his eyes burned into you as you walked away, watching your hips and thighs which were only held back by a short skirt and transparent pantyhose, something he sometimes considered you purposefully wore to drive him mad. He sighed, lifting his arm to pinch the bridge of his nose. "idiota, idiota, idiota" He quietly scolded himself under his breath. He took a sip of his coffee, inhaling, and somehow even the coffee had your scent laced upon it, he groaned, placing it down and getting back to work.

He had morals, while they were obscure and some would say disagreeable or incorrect, one of his morals was that he wouldn't flirt with a coworker ten years younger than him simply because she's pretty and intelligent, no, he didn't have time for mindless activities like that. But, fuck, you were really on his mind these days, and you were getting harder to resist.

Later that day he walked out of his office, straightening himself up and striding down the corridor, focusing on his watch to avoid meaningless conversation however something broke his focus. It was the sweet smell of your perfume and the light sound of your voice, he knew you were nearby and he silently cursed himself for leaving the confinement of his office. As if on command, you walked into his vision, chatting with another spiderman, showing the guy some papers in which he seemed extremely enthusiastic about. Miguel furrowed his brows, eyeing the situation, noticing the guy placing an hand on your shoulder, he came to a halt, a few meters away and cleared his throat.

Nervously, the younger spiderman looked up at him before looking down at his daypass, which wasn’t doing anything, and speaking up. "Uh, i have a thing in like five minutes, i have to- well- I'll see you" The man turned to you, smiling before bolting off, Miguel didn't bother to look at him, just looking at you. It was a hot day, in the HQ, especially with all the windows, you had unbuttoned the first few buttons of your blouse, exposing just enough of your chest to make his throat feel blocked.

Apprehensively, you questioned him "Are you okay? Did you need something.." Your voice was quiet and meek, he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to compose himself, repeating, she's too young, over and over again in his head. "Yeah, sorry, chiquita..um- i just needed to ask you.."

His hair was pushed back, probably from how often he was brushing it out of his face in stress, his cheekbones seemed more defined than ever and his muscles squeezed at his suit as he drifted into thought, you could see his eyes faltering over your figure for a moment but you thought it was unlikely he was checking you out, so with a smile, you chuckled "Ask me.."

"What- Did.. you get the stats on earth 473?" He asked, running a hand through his hair, there it is, the reason it's slicked back. "I did" You exclaimed "It was super hard- walk with me” you interrupted your own words “buttt, me, the amazing one.." You giddily spoke, beginning to walk away, he followed, almost feeling like you were walking him like a dog, as he listened closely, eyes not leaving you. "i managed to find some old reports in the system, use the code from them, convert it back into the new report and boom, fresh, we now have all the information we need to make sure the canon events happen" You stopped in front of your office, turning to face him and smiling even brighter.

"Wow..well- thank you, dulzura, i didn't expect you to actually do it" He placed his hands on his waist, eyebrows raised and eyes soft "I'm pleasantly surprised"

You looked up at him, accidentally giving him puppy dog eyes due to his height. "yeah?" you bit your lip.

"Yeah good girl, email them to me, ok? then if you want..go home,you finish in an hour, it's hot and you've worked your ass off" He responded, averting his gaze to his watch to sort something quickly. Your cheeks felt hot at the nickname and your heart swelled at how nice he was being to you. "Thank you Mr O'hara" You jumped a little before going into your office, he just snickered, giving himself a pat on the back for how he handled the situation, he managed to not pounce on you in front of everyone, that means something.

Good girl. Good Girl, it was new. You couldn't stop thinking about how proud he looked, about the tone of his voice as he praised you, imagining if he would act the same in bed. It kept you up most of the night, thinking about him, had he interrupted the man flirting with you out of jealousy or by chance. Did he let just any coworker use his card, you doubted it, if you were in the HQ you'd ask Lyla, but there was no AI in your apartment. Once you finally fell asleep, managing to shush your thoughts about your very own boss, Miguel, your alarm rang not long after.

With a tired groan, you got up, changing into a smart dress, expecting heat so no pantyhose, the dress reached above your mid thigh but was professional enough, you were sure you had worn it before. With haste, you ate and made your way into the office, early as usual, deciding to grab Miguel a coffee as a thanks for the early leave yesterday.

You found yourself at his door, just like the day before, gently knocking, knuckles meeting the hardwood with a quiet sound. "Come in" You heard him, his voice sounding disinterested. As you stepped in, his head didn't move, he was standing at the back of his room, looking out the window, his hands on his hips. His back looked huge and you desperately wanted to be engulfed in a tight hug by his large frame, he seemed focused, his watch flickering but he wasn't acknowledging it.

"Mr O'hara" You spoke up, voice loud but sheepish. Suddenly, he spun around, eyes a little wide as he looked at you. "Ah, angelito..I didn't realise it was you knocking, i wouldve been more-" polite, is what he wanted to say, but he stopped himself, composure, don't get comfy, don't let her get attached, he told himself "Nothing" He nodded at you, as if to say 'go on'

"I brought you a coffee..as a thanks for yesterday" You smiled, holding the coffee out with lightly shaking hands. Just then he noticed your appearance, eyes travelling over the dress, stopping at where it hugged your thighs perfectly. He cursed himself and walked over, taking the coffee, letting his middle finger rest on your hand, pausing your shaking.

His hand was warm, and just the slightest touch made you feel hot, your face flushed and you looked at him with wide eyes. "You nervous, chiquita?" He tilted his head, eyes dark as he removed his hand from yours, taking a sip of the coffee.

"No- not at all Mr O'Hara, just-"

"Miguel" He looked away, voice stern and plain. You were taken aback, furrowing your brows "huh?"

"Call me Miguel, no need for formality, this is my business after all." He then internally punched himself in the face, what the fuck was he saying.

"But-"

"Ah- shush muñeca, I mean it, thank you for the coffee, you shouldn't have, what was it you wanted?" He was quick with his points and quick to finish others, leaving no room for questioning. He calmly strode over to his desk, taking a seat in the chair behind it, leaning back into it. You were speechless.

"I just- well i don't want to..push you too far" You started, tiptoeing over and taking a seat in the chair opposite, to which he quirked a brow, stopping mid coffee sip, watching the way you crossed one leg over the other. "But, my work laptop, it's kind of.."

"Shit" He commented, finishing your sentence, placing his coffee down, then his forearms on the table as if he was really listening to you, sitting up straight before leaning slightly towards you "I know they are"

"exactly, so, and you can say no but please, do not shut me down." You pointed at him, tilting your head and giving him a pleading look. He lifted his hands just slightly in mock defense, not making a sound. "Could i please, please have an upgrade?" You put your hands together and gave him your best sad eyes. Fuck, you could have anything you wanted, if it wasn't for his morals. You looked so timid and precious from his angle, it made his body shaky.

He stared blankly at you, scarlet eyes half lidded and unimpressed at your childish begging, but in reality it honestly turned him on, he wanted you to be begging for other things. It almost grew into a staring contest, your big eyes meeting his dissatisfied ones for a short while. You didn't seem to be quitting, so he sighed, looking down and shaking his head "¿qué me estás haciendo chiquita?" (T:what are you doing to me, little girl/one?) He groaned, brushing his hair back, missing various strands which fell onto his forehead. "Okay. We'll get you an upgrade, but do not tell everyone at HQ because then i'll have everyone in that chair with puppy dog eyes" He grunted.

You smiled brightly "Thank you!" He was being abnormally nice, you thought maybe you had impressed him with your work enough to earn a soft spot in his heart, while that was true, but in reality he was falling more and more each day. You then noticed his messy hair that he couldn't seem to control, ignoring your thanks as he attempted to push it back.

"If i may..Miguel?" You stood, leaning over the desk, inches away from him, you still weren’t used to his first name.

"Hm?" He looked up from his desk to be eye level with your chest, eyes widening and throat growing choked up. You hummed back, taking it as enough confirmation to gently fix his hair for him, fingers gently padding away at the loose strands, brushing his face, it made you feel hot, knowing you were so close to him, bending over his desk, but how you wished it was for another reason.

He couldn't look away, admiring the sight in front of him, when he shifted his vision, he saw your frame bending over, he didn't know which was more provocative but either way the blood was rushing somewhere he couldn't deal with right now, yet he didn't move you, he waited patiently, enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair.

Slowly, you stepped back, smiling shyly "much better" You uttered, standing straight, noticing his flushed face. He mumbled a 'thank you' before shifting in his seat, confusing you a little, he seemed to adjust himself before standing up. He waltzed around his desk and to your side "I'll walk you to your office, i have a meeting in that department soon anyway" He changed the subject, liar.

You nodded, letting yourself out the door, him behind you, walking at the same pace. When you peaked at him, you met his eyes, both of you looking away in a panic at simultaneously being caught staring and catching the other. He again, cursed himself, a quiet string of Spanish curse words filling your ears. You found yourself slowing your steps so that you could walk side by side, he definitely noticed but didn't acknowledge it. Your soft hands brushed against his calloused, scarred ones with every step, you could see him looking bashfully to the side in your peripheral vision.

You reached the office door you knew so well and he stopped, about half a meter away. "Miguel.." You still were not used to that "Can you come in for a sec? It'll be quick"

His brows knitted to form a frown as he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes scanning your face for any mischief or lies before nodding "Of course" You opened the door and stepped in, letting him follow.

"Shut the door" You announced, turning to face him, he raised his brows, shutting the door, mouth opening as if ready to speak, angrily."Don't, nothing weird..just wanna..talk?" You stepped in front of him, looking up at him, his tall figure intimidating and deathly, his scent filling your nose.

"Are you asking me a question or stating something?" His voice was inquisitive as he eyed you curiously, his body seeming to lean away from you, defensive. "I-" You grew nervous, his cardinal eyes boring into you, pupils blown and lip slightly snarling. "I?"

You could hear his breathing, he could hear yours, you were so close, you smelt so good, he wanted to kiss you so bad, but he held himself above office relationships, ignoring all his flirty thoughts. Your hand pressed to his chest as you let out a shaky breath, thoughts clouding your head as your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips, biting down on your own at the thought of kissing him. He tensed at your touch but couldn't help leaning into it. "You're driving me insane" He muttered, taking your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing it, the feeling making sparks fly, heart beating so quick you swore it would fly away, you couldn't help but gasp.

"Y/n, You know i can't act on my thoughts about you" He sighed, letting go of your hands but you grabbed his wrists, you knew deep down if he wanted to he could pull away easily. Why was he being so open, why wasn’t he leaving or pushing you away from him with force?

"What thoughts Miguel? Tell me what you want" You pleaded and he shook his head, looking away from you before he lost all composure.

"Mierda..you know i can't chiquita..you're too young for me..I'm your boss, there is so fucking much wrong with just this conversation." He scolded, his voice raspy, accent thick.

"I don't care. Just act, stop hiding yourself from me" You whined slightly, looking up at him with those eyes he fell for. He groaned, removing his hands from your grip, taking your cheeks in his grasp and ducking his head down to smash his lips against yours, fuck was he breaking his morals. He felt so guilty but the feeling of your lips on his felt so good. You didn't have a twinge of guilt, finally feeling the relief you needed, the dim lights of your office the perfect lighting for a kiss.

As his lips molded to yours, your mouth opened, tongues touching in perfect bliss, a low grunt rumbling from him, vibrating against your lips. His hands fell into your hair, keeping you as close as possible as your hands found their way to his shoulders, palms spreading over the blades, not able to reach around his neck. He gently sucked on your bottom lip before pulling back, the kiss being so deep a string a saliva connected the both of you for a split second, his face inches away as he breathed out, although you found yourself breathless.

"Well, your an amazing kisser" You breathed out nervously, hands gripping at the 'fabric' of his suit, his eyes softened and he hummed.

"So are you.." His hand stroked your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin "I can't do this princesa, i won't let myself do this to you" He shook his head, pressing his kiss to yours for a split second before pulling back, removing your hands from his shoulders.

"No Miguel, please, I wan't this, your the only one that doesn't"

"Mi vida..i wan't this, i wan't this bad, so very bad, believe me i do. But I'm dismissive and confusing, I'll hurt you, I know I will" He was so conflicted, like he didn't want to leave, nor was he going to, but he couldn't do anything because something unconsciously told him not to. You frowned, pulling him down to your level by his shoulders, cupping his cheek "I don't care Miguel, you won't hurt me, I won't let you"

"You're young and naive, you don't understand, i wan't to give you everything, it's so hard to resist you, but i'll ruin you, little one" His face was distressed, apart from his soft, swollen lips. The nickname made you suck in a breath and you bit down on your lip before shaking your head "So? ruin me" You teased.

He groaned in anticipation, the noise sounding whinier than before, as if he was losing the battle in his head, you knew you were breaking him down bit by bit. You both held eye contact for a moment as he seemed to think.

"For fucks sake" He growled, hands grasping your waist and pulling you in for another kiss, this time less loving and more needy, the feeling going straight to your core. His fingertips dug into your side, a moan erupting from you at the feeling, already so desperate. He pulled away and hooked his fingers under the hem of your dress "You don't take no for an answer, do you?" He snarled, looking into your eyes with his dark ones. With a smirk and giggle, you shook your head. He removed his fingers from your dress and slipped his hands to the back of your thighs, suddenly lifting you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed you gently into the wall, his hand snaking all over your thigh, gripping at the plush, eyes staring down at your legs that squeezed him in. His eyes seemed to flutter, humming out a quiet moan as he played with you, before looking at you. "You act so innocent, but strut around showing off everything you can..you tease me all the time, do you know how hard it was to not take you right on my desk countless times, fuck just seeing you sit down earlier, it's like your trying to get me to fuck you" He declared, voice patronising.

"I am, everyday" You purred, not able to stop the grin on your face a he looks at you, shaking his head as if telling you off "So deceiving..hope you don't act like that with the others" he tutted.

"Just you, Miggy" You hummed, finally able to reach him, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers finding his hair, twirling it around your fingertips. "Good girl" The corner of his lips curved into a small smirk, there it was, the thing that kept you up all night and he was saying it again, this time the exact way you wanted. He averted his view back to your thighs, pushing your dress up to your hips agonizingly slow, fingers dragging over your skin, admiring the lace black panties you wore underneath.

"Fuck..tan jodidamente hermoso" (t: so fucking pretty) His fingers brushed over the material, your breath hitching as he grew closer and closer to where you needed him. "You sure you want this, you can't take it back once its happened mi amor" He looked at you through his lashes and you eagerly nodded, panting lightly. He then pushed your panties to the side, the thin material being no trouble to him as he stared at you, a shaky breath leaving him, his thumb lightly touching your clit. Whining just slightly, you bucked your hips in reaction, so desperate.

He snickered and pulled back his hands, holding you up with just his hips as he pressed some buttons on his watch, his suit literally disappearing, the sight making you gasp. "Tech" He shrugged before leaning down to kiss and nip at your neck, fang dragging over your throat, quiet moans filling his ears as he did so. He suddenly lifted one of his hands to our face "Spit into my hand” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, sucking lightly, marking you as his own.

A little confused, you cautiously spat, trying not to make too much noise from just his kisses, his hand fell back down between your legs, he stroked his cock with his now wet hand, dragging his hand up and down until he felt he was ready for you. The sight sinful and something you would think about for weeks. You could feel the vibrations of his noises against your neck as he dragged his tip along your folds, covering himself in your slick, the feeling making you even more needy. He pulled back from your neck, admiring his work before looking down at where your bodies touched, his hand grasping the base of his cock, lining himself up with your hole.

"You ready baby?" He asked and you nodded, hands tightening on his hair. He slowly pushed into you, the stretch insane, you could feel him twitch inside, you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut and he attached his mouth to yours, hoping to distract you as he fully bottomed out into you. Both of you moaned into the open-mouthed kiss, your fingertips tugged at the short hairs at the base of his neck

He began to slowly pull out of you before fully bottoming out again, hips meeting as he repeated the action, each time, your body bounced against the wall from the contact. The kiss grew sloppy as his movements sped up and you pulled back to dip your head into the crook of his neck, whining out at the amazing feeling of him hitting your g-spot repeatedly with each thrust.

"There? That the spot princesa?" he breathed out, his hand pressing against the wall for stability as the other squeezed your thigh desperately, his cock destroying you in the best way possible. You nodded, muttering out incoherent words into his collarbone, he realized how cockdrunk you were and couldn't help but grow slightly vain, the sound of you babbling and moaning going straight to his dick.

Your hands slid down his shoulders growing limp and landing on his mid back, nails digging into the skin, scratching slightly. "Feels s'good Miguel.." You rambled and he groaned "Yeah? Fuck, you feel fucking amazing baby" He fucked into you, noticing the way your walls began to squeeze him and hips began to rock to meet his.

You felt your orgasm going near, lower stomach tightening as you sputtered out curse words, he made sure to fuck you especially well as he panted out "can i cum inside?" His thrusts getting inconsistent and out of tempo. You nodded quickly "y-yeah, please, want it" You pierced his back with your nails.

Your ankles crossed around his waist, locking his body as close to you as possible and he pushed into you for the final time, his hand reaching to rub at your clit as he spilled his load into you, body shaking as you came at the feeling of it. For a moment you both stay, breathing heavily in silence before he carefully pulls back from you, straightening out your underwear after he was no longer inside you. He placed you on your desk, still between your legs, gingerly pressing a kiss to your neck before stepping back, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

"I know, i know cariño..I'm not leaving" He reassured, pulling your skirt back down to your mid thigh, thumb then brushing over your marked neck. "You fucked up my back, mi corazon" He huffs, turning slightly to show you your damage, you could see the various white above skin cuts covering his back along with a few actual cuts, a small amount of blood decorating his muscles.

"Sorry, Miggy" You smiled, chuckling lightly at yourself. He looked at you, smiling a little "Your laughing? at my pain?"

"Nono!-" "I'm kidding, it felt fucking great doll" He pressed a kiss to your lips, rubbing at your thighs before pressing at his watch and appearing fully suited up again, aside from his face. "Now, im actually behind on work, so I need to catch up, but don't be stranger, you know my apartment number chiquita"

Then he left, disappointed in his lack of composure and self respect for sleeping with someone so young but also unbothered because he was madly in love with you. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

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I know there is so many spelling mistakes so i deeply apologize, i wrote this quite quick. I'm happy to write a part two if anyone's interested angels ;))

Pet name translations:

Princesa-Princess, Dulzura-Sweetness, Muñeca-doll, Angelito- little angel, Mi Vida - My life, Mi corazon- my heart, Chiquita - little one/girl (duh)

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SUCK ~ & ~ F*CK 😋🍾

✩ Featuring Kokichi Muta or Mechamaru ✩

18+MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Kokichi Muta (Mechamaru)

WARNINGS✩࿐Fem!Reader giving oral, unprotected vaginal sex, male virginity loss, cream pie, sex in front of others, language

Word count✩࿐2.2k

Summary✩࿐This is based on my original post: SUCK ~ GUESS ~ F*CK. But you know ahead of time whose dick is in your slutty mouth. Kokichi drew the King of Spades ♠️

A/N✩࿐Ngl, 🤭 as soon as that episode came out of Kokichi getting his body healed by Mahito DID something to me. I just had to write a smutty fic of him loosing his virginity to the reader! Feedback is highly appreciated, I love reading your comments! 😙💖

“The game is quite simple.” Gojo stated in a matter-of-fact tone, “You’re going to be blindfolded and will have to guess which man's dick is in your mouth. If you guess incorrectly, the man gets to choose which position to fuck you in. If you guess correctly, then you get to choose the position. To keep things interesting, you’ll suck dick for three minutes and get fucked for seven.”

You nodded your understanding as you sat on the large and cushy futon in Gojo’s apartment. He had planned on fucking you alone tonight, but your boyfriends wanted in on the action, plus they thought it would be a good idea to invite two of their friends, Mechamaru and Noritoshi.

You felt your cheeks warm up with excitement, never in your life, you’ve felt so deeply desired before. Everyone’s eyes were on you, especially because you wore a revealing teddy one-piece. Satoru bought it for you, and it complimented your figure perfectly. He even put a stunning custom collar on you, with a diamond-covered ‘S’ on it.

You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed to be this exposed in front of Noritoshi and Mechamaru. You were familiar with both of these men, but you were still getting used to human Mechamaru. Muta was on the leaner side compared to your boyfriends, he had sharp features and a large and noticeable scar on his upper cheek. While Kamo on the other hand always seemed like a strong and serious leader among his comrades. The thought that he yearned for you just as much as your boyfriends made you wonder what he would be like when he fucked you. The thought made you anticipate his turn.

While you thought about those two men, your eyes were subconsciously drawn to both of them. Noritoshi sat on the far side of the sectional, his heated gaze stared you down hungrily. Beside him sat your boyfriend Megumi with a starved look in his midnight blue eyes. Next sat Itadori, he eyed you with such desperation, that it looked as if he was going to jump off the couch any second to get to you. Next to him sat Satoru smugly, his eyes gleamed playfully in your direction. Beside him was Muta, he eyed shyly with a faint blush on his face. To his left sat Yuuta and Inumaki, Toge was leaning into the couch comfortably, his violet-colored eyes sparkling over your stunning body with admiration and Yuuta had a similar look of awe on his face.

“Ok Y/n, I’m going to put this on you if you’re ready,” Satoru murmured, his gorgeous blue eyes gleaming down at you, while he wrapped his black blindfold around your eyes.

You were shocked at how you couldn’t even see small streams of light through it. You had always assumed that it was sheer fabric and that Gojo could slightly see through it, but you were mistaken. Satoru’s amazing Six Eyes technique is one to behold, he certainly is the strongest jujitsu sorcerer.

“OK, now that her eyes are covered, I’m going to hand each of you a playing card. Whoever draws the highest card gets to go first.” Satoru explained nonchalantly, as the sound of him shuffling the cards expertly made itself known in your ears.

After a short moment of listening to each man shift on the couch to get their card, Gojo spoke. “Now let’s reveal our cards.” You heard a few small sighs of excitement from some of the men, and you also heard some hisses of displeasure, assuming that they would have to wait a while until their turn.

Soon enough your ears picked up on the sound of someone coming towards you. You felt this man's warm hand gently caress your cheek. His fingers were nimble, could this be Inumaki? You quickly ruled out the guys you knew who had larger hands. You heard him fumble with his zipper as he struggled to lower his pants. He’s probably nervous… you thought.

You felt the head of his dick softly rub against your kissable lips. You decided to examine his cock with lips, as you brought your right hand up to his shaft. The girth of his dick wasn’t familiar. He seemed to have a very thick cock. You felt your pussy warm up with want at the width of this man’s shaft.

You grazed your lips along the left side of his penis. You managed to get a whiff of his scent, he smelt like clean clothes with a hint of light and airy cologne. His scent wasn’t any of your boyfriends… so you promptly ruled out Inumaki from your mind. Inumaki smelt fresh with a more detectable fragrant cologne.

You brought your mouth back to the tip of his dick and gave him a sweet and juicy kiss. You immediately felt the head of his cock ache towards you.

“Mmh-“ he whimpered from his throat. You could already taste his precum on the tip of your tongue. You greedily latched onto his thick and delicious rod. You sucked him off masterly, you made sure to lap your tongue on the underside of his cock in the process. You felt his fingers tangle into your hair impulsively.

“Ahh-“ he groaned quietly as he lost himself in the heavenly feeling of your mouth. He struggled to stay quiet and you were able to hear small barely audible moans escape from his lips.

Muta looked down at your beautiful face sucking his dick so perfectly, he’s never felt something so wonderful before. A faint blush crept across his face, it felt slightly embarrassing that he was experiencing this in front of his friends. The other males flashed him smirks and gave him slaps on the back of encouragement.

The way you moved your lips and tongue around his cock felt absolutely heavenly. He found it difficult to keep quiet with your hot mouth working on him.

Without meaning to, you whimpered onto his dick, due to the thought of how hot this situation may look. You couldn’t help but feel yourself dampen even more. You began to grow more impatient, you wanted this man to fuck you already. His small sighs and groans of delight didn’t help much either. It turned you on even more, you could tell he was trying his best to not make any noise, but your sinful mouth made that impossible. Suddenly you felt his hands lightly pull your face away from his rod.

“Has it been three minutes already?” You spoke out quietly.

“Yeah.” He whispered.

“So I’m guessing you’re… Mechamaru?” You questioned as you lowered Gojo’s blindfold from your eyes.

You were greeted by the pleasant sight of Kokichi standing above you with a desperate look on his face. His cheeks had a faint pink tint on them and it seemed like he couldn’t catch his breath.

You smiled up at him triumphantly, “Yes, I guessed it right!” You beamed up at him cutely as you rapidly guided Muta down to the couch. You maneuvered yourself so you sat on his lap, and he stammered underneath you nervously. You helped him unbutton his shirt and traced your dainty hands across his lean body. You didn’t want to embarrass him in front of the other guys, so you brought your mouth to his ear and whispered ever so quietly, “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

Mechamaru gasped with surprise at your bold question, “Y-yeah…” he said softly through his teeth.

“Then I’ll ride you.” You murmured seductively as you licked the shell of his ear, causing him to quiver underneath you. You noticed his hands were respectfully at his sides, so you gently guided them to your waist. His fingers slightly fidgeted against the lacy fabric of your lingerie. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You muttered in his ear, while your hands trailed their way down his torso. You’ve never felt so dominant before and you were loving the power you had over him.

“No, I haven’t.” He exhaled, as his sharp brown eyes stared at you with an insatiable hunger.

With that being said you delicately pressed your lips against his. He froze up with shock as you kissed him. He didn’t move his lips against yours, and you noticed he was holding his breath. You tenderly kissed his upper lip so he could kiss your plump lower one. His mouth moved cautiously as he got used to the feeling of kissing. You brought your other hand to the back of his neck and tangled your slim fingers in his thin black hair.

Kokichi was ecstatic to share his first kiss with you. He admired your soft-spoken and gentle personality. He secretly thought that you were the most alluring girl he’d ever met. He felt a prick of insecurity because you had three boyfriends though. He wondered if his lack of experience would deter you. He feared that you were only kissing him out of pity.

On the other hand, you thought the opposite; when it came to romance you were typically the bottom. Now’s your chance to take the lead and corrupt this innocent man right in front of you. Your hand grabbed ahold of his thick rod and you rubbed the head of his dick against your clothed pussy lips. You enjoyed the friction of the head of his dick brushing against your clit. You were able to quickly feel his precum dampen your underwear from the outside.

“Will it even fit in there?” Muta questioned sincerely, with a genuine look of curiosity on his face.

You flashed him a mischievous smile as a wave of encouragement set flame in your veins. You swiftly pushed the fabric that covered your pussy lips to the side and lowered yourself onto his raging rod. He was one of the thickest dicks you’ve ever taken and he stretched you out almost painfully. Mechamaru let out a surprised groan, you felt his fingernails dig into your waist as your tight pussy enveloped him entirely.

“Fuck…” Muta hissed under his breath, you were incredibly tight and wet. Your juices soaked his dick once he was completely lodged inside of you.

“Mmm-Mechamaru…” You moaned out at the delicious feeling of his rod being wedged in your horny hole. The slight ache of his broad dick straining your cunt, quickly melted away into hot pleasure. You began to swivel your hips against his sexily, loving the feel of his dick jolting around inside of you.

You studied Kokichi’s handsome face as you ground yourself onto him. His narrowed brown eyes gleamed lustfully into yours. He clenched his jaw with focus as he began to instinctively hump his dick up into you. His hips moved sloppily due to his inexperience, but that didn’t bother you. You loved his enthusiasm and how he was visibly enjoying you.

Mechamaru was on cloud nine, he would have never dreamed of this ever happening; his whole life he knew nothing but pain and suffering. His previous disabled and broken body prevented him from having a comfortable life. Every day was agony and he knew he’d trade anything to just be normal; so when that miraculous opportunity made itself known to him, he accepted without hesitation.

Right now in this very moment, Mechamaru was fully relishing in you. You looked like a beautiful angel in his eyes, especially because you made him feel such amazing bliss. His gaze lowered to your glorious bouncing breasts as you hopped on his dick like a bunny. You noticed his wondering eyes and guided his hands to your squishy boobs with a seductive smile. He held them in awe as if they were the most precious things he’d ever had the experience of feeling. He leaned forward and crashed his lips against yours with heated passion. He was speechless at how incredible you felt, and he felt an unfamiliar urgency in his lower region. Was he about to cum?

Even though you were in a room full of other guys, and their starved eyes burned holes towards the both of you, they all melted away. You had your full attention on Mechamaru. The way he bullied his dick up inside of you made you whine uncontrollably. You had no idea that he could have such a girthy and appetizing cock. Muta gripped your hips firmly and began to bounce you on his dick while he pounded you ruthlessly.

You were taken aback by his sudden strength and power, which caused your pussy to leak all over his length. Kokichi felt you dampen tremendously while he took control, which made him quickly realize you enjoyed being manhandled.

“Oh, yes!” You moaned out in delight while Mechamaru fucked you good. Due to how saturated you were, his cock slid in and out of you scrumptiously. You lowered your mouth to his neck to leave little possessive marks on his flawless skin. You knew for a fact that you’d love to enjoy him again.

Kokichi couldn’t handle it anymore, you felt so inviting to his horny dick, and he burst deep inside of you and choked out a surprised moan. You felt his cock throb as he shot his first spurts of cum into your slippery walls.

“Mmh-Kay you two, it’s been seven minutes,” Satoru announced huskily from a few feet away. Reminding you that other men were watching you two like hungry wolves and they were patiently waiting their turns.

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