#smutty drabble

[rafesbimbo]

Can you write reader Riding gynecologist!rafe pls🙏🙏

warnings: dubcon elements, medical kink, size kink, creampie, light breeding talk, power imbalance, riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet names, degradation/praise mix

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader

your thighs were still trembling when rafe helped you sit back on the edge of the exam table, gloved fingers slick and glistening as he peeled them off slow.

"mm," he hummed, lazily licking his lips like he was savoring you. "that wasn’t so hard, was it, sweetheart?"

you blinked up at him, skin warm and flushed under the too-bright fluorescent lights. you were supposed to be here for a routine check-up. supposed to.

but the way he’d knelt between your legs, methodical and calm, sliding two thick fingers into you under the pretense of checking your "pelvic floor strength"—yeah. you knew better. you should’ve said something when he curled them just right, when he muttered something low about how wet and receptive you were, but your brain had gone fuzzy, thick with arousal and disbelief.

“dr. cameron,” you whispered now, voice wobbly, shy, as he stepped in closer. “i think— i need more. still.”

he gave a low chuckle, dark and amused, and tilted your chin up. “you think so, huh? after you came all over my fingers like a desperate little dog?”

your cheeks burned.

“how about we really test how ready you are, then?” he murmured, undoing his belt with one hand. “climb up.”

you blinked. “wha—?”

he was already sitting down in the chair he'd wheeled over, cock half-hard and heavy between his legs, glistening with pre-cum.

“you said you needed more,” he reminded you, voice soft, condescending. “so come get it, sweetheart.”

you hesitated for a second, heart racing in your chest, then stood on shaky legs and straddled him, knees on either side of the leather seat.

rafe didn’t help you lower down��no, he just sat there, smug, letting you feel his thickness pressing against your folds until you were squirming and whining, grabbing at his broad shoulders.

"look at you," he said, voice thick with mock-affection. "just a cute little thing, all needy for your doctor’s cock.”

you whimpered as you sank down inch by inch, your cunt stretching and fluttering around him.

“too big?” he asked, grinning. “nah. you’ll take it. you’ve got the perfect pussy for it—tight little hole made for being bred.”

“fuck—” your hands scrambled against his chest as you tried to move, to ride him proper, but it was so much, too much.

“slow, baby,” he said, gripping your hips tight.

“don’t rush. wanna feel every fucking second of you takin’ me.”

you obeyed, bouncing shallowly at first, your slick dripping down onto his lap, making obscene little noises each time you dropped lower. rafe groaned, letting his head fall back.

“jesus,” he muttered, voice low and ragged. “knew you’d ride me like this. so goddamn greedy. bet you’ve been thinkin’ about this since your last appointment, huh?”

you couldn’t speak—you just nodded, whining, your thighs starting to shake from effort.

he sat up then, strong arms wrapping around your waist, guiding you into a faster rhythm. “good girl. keep goin’, ride your doctor just like that. fuck—gonna make me fill you up.”

your walls clenched.

"you want that, huh?" rafe growled in your ear.

"want me to come inside this pretty little cunt, mark you up real good?"

“yes,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “yes, rafe, please—please, please—”

he laughed breathlessly, fucking up into you now, hard and deep. “that’s it. beg for it. beg for your fucking check-up to end with a creampie.”

you cried out as you came, shuddering hard in his lap, and rafe followed with a low groan, holding you down on his cock as he spilled inside you.

when it was over, when you were a sweaty, trembling mess in his arms, he leaned in close and pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“we’ll call this part of your regular care,” he whispered, cock still buried deep. "see you next week, angel."

[cyxnidx]

GOTTA BE GENTLE !

characters: nanami, gojo, choso

genre: smut

warnings: pet names(darling for nanami, baby for both gojo & choso), finger fucking, unprotected sex, p-i-v penetration, breeding(choso's), choso calls reader delicate, reader has a vagina

a/n: i saw this post and just knew i had to take advantage of it. enjoy!

Nanami

eyes narrowing in on your helpless body, nanami pounds his cock deep into you with deep, slow, and calculated thrusts. his tip presses against your cervix with almost every stroke. though, slight hesitancy is shown with him. not just because today he was forced to work overtime - but almost because he was holding back. his forearms flexed more than usual, while his focus is on his thrusts. not only to ensure he calculates correctly to pleasure you, but almost like he's checking if he's using too much force with you. he could quite literally cause much more damage if he wished to do so - and even when he's holding back, he's still seemingly overly conscious of your smaller body. "feelin' alright, d-darling? hope I'm not - hurtin' you." he says through struggled groans and grit teeth, smirking when your cries of pleasure get louder directly after. "i'll take that.. as a yes."

Gojo

gojo smirks, fingers buried deep into your cunt as he fingers you. his pace has changed multiple times - fast, then slow, a medium pace then slow and fast again. to keep you on your toes, keep you whining for him. but there's only one thing - you've seen gojo do a lot. with much more force and effortless power than you ever thought could be conjured for a supposed human. however, with you, he was always so gentle - so caring and conscious of every touch that made contact with you. it even got to a point he'd told you he held back. that he had to, otherwise, there was no telling what'd happen. "faster, please. please, please, please." you beg, feeling your climax approaching quickly. you were close - so close. "can't do that one, baby." he denies, slowing his pace intentionally. "'toru!" you whine, almost beginning to kick at the unfair teasing. "please." gojo only shakes his head. "if i went any faster, i'm sure i'd break you. can't hurt my one and only, right?~" he asks, fingers fastening with every syllable before coming down again, stopping your climax once again. "gotta care for you gently, baby."

Choso

you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head, choso angling your fragile body just perfectly over the bed and hitting your g-spot with every stroke. and even though they're all fairly harsh, his grasp his harsher. the way his fingers dig into your waist, the obvious flex of his veins and slight shake he has despite being perfectly fine. you knew he was holding something back - he usually always was. you throw your hand back, reaching in search of making contact with his while he continues to fuck you over the bed. "fuck, baby." he groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. "if i didn't know any better.. i 'ought to fuck you 'til you become one with the mattress." he says, speeding up with his thrusts when he feel's your puffy cunt squeeze against his cock once again. "y'so fuckin' delicate, can't even give you all i want.." he brings your hips to meet his, filling you with his cum once again. "..i'd fuck around n' hurt you." he says as he kisses your temples, smirking as you try to come down from your orgasm.

[bookished]

⚠️ sugar daddy!sung jinwoo | dark suit. black card. eyes like sin. voice like velvet | penthouse sex | luxurious domination | finger diamonds, filthy mouth, ruined dignity

You’re lying on silk sheets in the hotel suite he bought for the night. Your wrists are bound in his designer tie. He’s still dressed in that dark tailored suit — only the jacket's off, sleeves rolled, belt gone.

“You liked spending my money today?” He’s slow, circling the bed, gaze dark. “Thought you could tease me in the dressing room and get away with it?”

You whimper, thighs clenching. He climbs over you, hand under your jaw.

“You looked so pretty trying on heels.” His thumb presses against your lips. “Now open your mouth and show me how grateful you are.”

You try to speak — he presses two fingers inside instead.

“That’s it, baby.” “Take it.” “You want me to keep spoiling you? Then earn it.”

And when you cry his name after the third orgasm? He chuckles, low and smug.

“Don’t cry, princess.” “This is what you wanted.” “You’re mine now — body, soul, and bank account.”

[adabird]

Katsuki? Why her?..

Katsuki Bakugo. One of the hottest men you've ever known. After your friendship of 5 years, his never-ending girlfriend tirade, and your lonely ass always alone on Friday nights. Had left you both to each other. Katsuki was onto another girl, once again. It was odd since they always resembled you. The same height, weight, body, hair color, skin color, eye color, style, the list went on, and on, and on. You always had constant thoughts, always in your head. How have I known him for 5 years, had a crush on him for even longer, and he still chooses every girl but me? Everything but me? Was it me? Was it who I was? It couldn't be, because every time you'd have your annual sleepovers on Sunday nights. He'd tell you how "gorgeous" you were, and how you were "sooooo effortlessly pretty". Did you feel that way? Hell no. Because if that was true, then why them over you? However, you finally scored a date. They were tall, cute, well-dressed, and smelled good. (Perk)- They also looked awfully similar to a spikey blonde-haired boy. When you had walked up to the party, hands interlocked, you caught the eye of Katsuki. He had a sly smirk on his face that slowly disappeared at the sight of someone other than himself on your arm. That shouldn't have been them. The fuck. That should have been Katsuki. He couldn't wait; he couldn't let you be swept up by somebody else. When Katsuki had gotten the text that you 'weren't able to make it' to your annual sleepover, you meant you had a date. And when Katsuki said it was "chill," he had a backup. You almost caught that smirk leaving his face, yet you were too busy looking at the person who had their fingers interlocked with yours. You could have noticed the total shock and internal agony, but this time it was his turn to say, "Why not me?".

OMGGGG Part 2 maybe????

Please, please, pleaseeeee, request they're open and I really need inspiration. I don't judge! My wish is your command!!

I love you all so, so much !

#onie out!

[natashascumslut]

Thinking about getting in an argument with Mommy!Wanda, and you know everything she’s saying is right; you’re just arguing cause you’re feeling bratty. And she’s getting mad, her words seething past her teeth as she grips onto the kitchen counter. Eventually she leaps onto you, her fingers pulling at your shirt before you can react.

“You wanna be a brat, huh? Bratty girls get punished.”

“Stop squirming and shut up, you brought this on yourself.”

“Such a slut for mommy, aren’t you? You shut your mouth as soon as i gave you what you wanted.”

And she doesn’t let you cum, in fact she has you begging for it, your eyes wide as you whimper with tears pricking at your eyes; But that won’t stop her, you brought this upon yourself. She doesn’t stop until you’re crying and your hands can barely grip onto her hair anymore; and even after all that, she never let you finish.

should i write a fic like this…? i have so many ideas…

[totallynotashieldagent]

dick grayson who is SO praise-starved and desperate for approval that he'll do anything for you

he'll learn every curve, every touch, every spot, every place that makes you shiver, whimper, moan, arch and gasp-

he'll make sure how exactly to swirl his tongue at your clit, curl his fingers in your pussy, making you a mess instantly

he'll know how to move his hips so his cock hits that one spot that made you gasp and arch that one time a few weeks ago

he'll read dirty smutty books on your kindle just to learn what really gets you going even if it's too filthy, too vile, too much to really ask for, to say openly

he'll be in constant contact with you no matter what - touching your hand, a strand of your hair, twisting the hem of your dress- just constant ache and need and a desperate want to be near, to make sure you still love him, you still approve of him, you still like what he does-

he'll ask every time if he's doing fine? if you like what he's doing? if he's pleasing you? if you cumming twice was fine? should he go for a third?

godddd just - desperate needy dick grayson

Drabble Master List.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: Rockstar!BF!Dabi x Popstar!GF!Reader

Warnings: Smutty Smut: 18+; BF!Dabi x GF!Reader; No Quirk AU; Secret Relationship Trope; Industry Couple; Sneaky Sex; Public Sex; Spit Play; Tattoos & Piercings; Dabi Has A LONG Dick & A Dick Piercing; Spit Play; Facial & Creampie Mention

Writer's Note: The reader's pop-star aesthetic is heavily inspired by Ms. Sabrina Carpenter aka my wifey poo, my girlfriend & my absolutely obsession. She is just so super cute & I live for her aesthetic. Enjoy! -Jazz

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You've been secretly dating Rockstar!Dabi for some time now.

Rockstar!Dabi who is as wild, brash, and bad as they come. Whose muscles are inked in tattoos and brandishes piercings in his ears, eyebrows, nipples, and his plump bottom lip.

Rockstar!Dabi who has been topping charts with his electric songs that mix together old 80s rock and modern alternative, brought together and wrapped in a bow by his raspy yet attractive and smooth voice.

Rockstar!Dabi who doesn't give a fuck. Who will flip off paparazzi, flirt whoever he wants, and will drink at award shows despite the cameras and public outrage the next day.

Rockstar!Dabi who has totally stolen your heart. Who is your top favorite male artist out at the moment. Who gave you butterflies and attracted you the very moment you heard him sing into your eardrums and strummed those guitar strings.

Rockstar!Dabi who has secretly been listening to you for quite some time: you, the biggest female pop star who hit the scene and doesn't seem to be leaving anytime soon.

Rockstar!Dabi who adores the way you embody cuteness and sexiness with your cutesy, girlypop aesthetic, mini dresses and skirts, and flirty choreography.

Rockstar!Dabi who never fails to be hooked from the way you sing your love songs and fun pop hits fit for the radio in your saccharine-sweet little voice.

Rockstar!Dabi who was more than ready for you when you very boldly (and drunkenly) shot your "shot" at him during a red carpet interview when you were asked if you had a boyfriend. "No," you giggled, turning to the camera. "But if Dabi is interested, I'm down for whatever!"

Rockstar!Dabi who slid into your DMs that very night on Twitter and asked you, "So are you down for a date with me? Hit me up if you are" and dropped his number only to wake up to you having texted him that morning.

Rockstar!Dabi who is as good of a secret boyfriend as he is an artist and is aware that your management is totally strict when it comes to your "image" because of the tween girls and stuck-up parents who feel the need to criticize any female artist that shows even a minuscule of sexuality.

Rockstar!Dabi who has no problem sneaking around to meet you at hotels, in the late hours at your condo, or sending a driver to scoop you up to come to his penthouse. Who sneaks out to see you at shows and lock lips in the darkest corners of a nightclub.

Rockstar!Dabi who can put it down like no other. Who has given you the hottest sex you've ever had. Who can kiss like he's done it for years and eats pussy like it's his profession.

Rockstar!Dabi who chokes you and spanks your ass hard enough to leave handprints as he drills your pussy into the bed, making it bounce and creak as your moans fill the bedroom and his rasped voice croons into your ear: "Yeah, cutie? Do it feel good? Is this rockstar dick so nice, hm?"

Rockstar!Dabi who has a long, curved, beautiful cock and a piercing dangling from his dickhead that you lick, suck, and nibble on as he fucks your pretty face, using your mouth to stroke his cock as he groans and grunts about how beautiful his "pretty princess" looks getting her throat fucked.

Rockstar!Dabi who can be an asshole at times and makes you beg to cum until you're sobbing, tears wetting your thick lashes.

Who has ruined your makeup many times before important TV appearances or concerts because he pushes it into the pillow or paints it with his spunk, forcing you to redo it yourself or lie to your makeup artists.

Who has ripped off your panties and has stolen one of your pink thongs, keeping it stowed away in his crib and sometimes stroking his cock to your scent when you're too busy to call, but then he bombardes your phone with photos of his hard dick.

Rockstar!Dabi who is such an amazing lover that he inspires you to write the freakiest, nastiest, naughtiest song you have ever written that only sounds cutesy because of the upbeat pop instrumental and your sweet voice singing the raunchy lyrics.

Rockstar!Dabi who laughs when you send him the demo track when you finish recording it and teases you about dropping it, but you swear up and down that it is "just for fun" and you have no intention of dropping it in fear of your manager blowing a gasket.

Rockstar!Dabi who damn near fights the internet and nearly does a drive-by on your manager when the song leaks one morning and you call him crying. Who races to your condo to find you in your Sanrio PJs and your pretty face soaked in tears. Who holds you in his lap and croons, "C'mon, babydoll, tell Daddy what he can do for you."

Rockstar!Dabi who fully supports you deciding to officially drop the song despite your manager's refusal to promote it and secretly attends the meeting you have with him, sitting outside the office. Who has to force himself to not barge in and wring the old man's neck for treating his girl like disposal industry trash.

Rockstar!Dabi who supports the fuck out of your new song titled "Play Me Like A Guitar" and cheekily leaves comments on your posts about it, saying how he'd like to do more to you to get more songs written about him and how you sound so sexy on the track that he wants to do you again.

Rockstar!Dabi who is elated at the chance to become "official" with you when you invite him as your date to an award show and you walk together, hand in hand in a matching crimson-red gown and suit, onto the red carpet.

Rockstar!Dabi who makes a show of squeezing your ass and proudly sports your lipstick kisses on his neck and cheek as the cameras flash. Who whispers "You're fuckin' beautiful" and promises to fuck you after the event as the cameras catch every tiny movement you make.

Rockstar!Dabi who fulfills his promise and indeed, fucks you dumb after the event in a limbo because he won an award and needs to show you that you're the prettiest trophy he has ever won.

[tldps-beautiful-boy]

Thinking out loud...

CW: Smutty smut smut thoughts about Mattheo Riddle

Thinking about finding your boyfriend, Mattheo, on the dance floor of all places at a party. Finding him at a party wasn't all that uncommon, he enjoyed an opportunity to drink, smoke and fuck without a care in the world, but the dance floor was something he never cared to cross.

Thinking about him taking the opportunity to caress you. His hands were running all over your body as he inched closer to your lips. Capturing you in a lust filled kiss, you let the rest of the world fade away as you focused on keeping your knees from buckling.

Thinking about ending up under Mattheo in bed, naked and exposed under his studious gaze. His eyes worshiped you as he prepared you for his length. Lips marked your body as his fingers slipped in and out of you. Moans escaped from your throat as you felt yourself near your climax, only for it to be ripped from you. "Not yet, darling. I'd rather watch you come undone on my dick."

Thinking about how you prepared to whine, wanting to protest as you lay in bed, your body craving what it had just moments before. But your mental paragraph disappeared as you felt him slide inside you. He waited for your eager nod before setting into a brutally fast pace. A pace you could all but thank him for. Despite the noise from outside the room, Mattheo really only cared for the sweet sounds leaving your mouth.

Thinking about your brain refusing to work as Mattheo overloaded your senses. Mattheo knew that he'd fucked you dumb and that only made him smirk. "Look at my pretty girl. You look beautiful, fucked out on my dick." You let a moan fall from your lips in response.

Thinking about Mattheo making you hold off your orgasm because he wants to come with you. "Come on, sweetie. You can do it. Just hold on a l-little more." His thrusts became sloppy as he felt his climax near. Once given the go ahead, you let go as soon as you could. Your orgasm hit you like a train on a track. You let it come towards you, knowing there was no turning back. You reached out your wobbly hands, trying to grasp any part of Mattheo. He lowered himself into your arms, dick still inside of you. Aftercare could wait, the party could wait, sleep could wait. All you needed was a little more of Mattheo.

Thinking about him taking the two of you back to his dorm. Mattheo holding you in his loving arms. Shifting upwards to kiss him, starlight filled the room with a glow that only made him look more handsome than ever. You rested your head on his chest, tuning into his heartbeat. You both had found love in the most mysterious of ways. But you'd found it and you'd be loving each other until you were at least seventy.

[witchygagirlwrites]

You and jay are expecting, you are 5 months pregnant so your belly is showing. You are always in the mood and jay knows it, you would wake him up in the middle of the night.

You wake him up beg him to fuck you.

“My wife likes being full of me”

“You like me calling you my wife mh?”

“You are so pretty pregnant with our baby”

(NSFW)

The day you found out you were pregnant, you’d taken a bullet on a case. It wasn’t serious. Just a graze but they’d done the usual blood work at the hospital and you knew something was up when Will came back into the room instead of Connor. “Man, did you kill her doctor or something?” Jay teased and you grinned “He’s very territorial. Said my sister in law” 

Will shrugged “No, but I felt like I had the right to deliver this news” your eyes widened “What news” and he passed you a sheet of paper. You read it twice before holding it out to Jay. His eyes skimmed it, a grin slipping onto his face “She’s pregnant?” he looked at you “You’re pregnant?”

“Apparently” you laughed and he pulled you into a kiss “We’re gonna have a baby!” you laughed “We’re gonna have a baby” Will grinned “Congrats you two. I look forward to meeting my niece or nephew”

Voight kept you in the unit of course but put you on desk duty as soon as was reasonable. You were doing good going into your fifth month. Yours and Jay’s little girl was growing right on schedule. The only thing you hadn’t accounted for was that pregnancy was making one craving amplified so much worse, even than it normally was.

You looked up about the time Jay walked through the bullpen, your eyes tracking his movements and he cut his eyes up. He grinned when he saw he had your attention. Yeah, the craving for your husband was the absolute worst one. You wanted that man twenty four freaking seven now. There wasn’t a moment that you didn’t want him and he was enjoying the hell out of it.

He walked over to your desk and leaned down, one large hand covering your belly as he pressed a kiss to your lips. You whined lightly as he rolled his tongue into your mouth, before pulling away with a laugh. He whispered into your ear “I’ll take care of you later sweetheart, I promise” you nodded as he traced his hand over your stomach “God you look so fucking gorgeous carrying our baby” he pressed another quick kiss to your lips before going back to work.

You laid in bed next to Jay. He was asleep, laying on his back and turned to partially face you. The blanket was only pulled up to his waist so his chest was bare and it was taking everything in your power to not trace your fingers across the smooth muscles.

“Jay” you whispered and he stirred, opening his eyes to see you facing him. A grin slipped onto his face “What’s wrong princess?” you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth and he laughed “Let me guess” you felt your face warm “You don’t have to”

He tugged you towards him, pulling you into a kiss as one of his hands dipped between your thighs, fingers teasing at your clit. He pulled back from your lips to whisper “I know I don’t have to, I want to. I want to fill my gorgeous wife up, feel her squeezing me, hear those little sounds she makes and know she’s so damn hungry for me because she's pregnant with my baby. Call me neanderthal or what, it drives me fucking crazy”

You whimpered and he laughed against your lips “Sounds like that” and plunged two fingers into you. Your back arched up slightly when he easily found that spot that made your eyes roll back, legs shaking as your orgasm hit you. “So sensitive, so damn sexy” he whispered, pressing kisses across your collarbone as he worked you down from the orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers out. 

He grinned as he sucked them into his mouth and you whined his name. “Please Jay” he grinned “I got you” and moved to settle himself between your legs. It had taken a little getting used to your growing stomach but the two of you had finally found a pace and rhythm that worked.

When he pushed into you, your hands went to his shoulders, pulling him as close as you could for a kiss. He rolled his tongue against yours as he gave a roll of his hips and you moaned into his mouth. He broke from the kiss and leaned back to see where he was disappearing into you. “I swear sweetheart, looks like you were actually made for me. Picture perfect fit” you gasped when he hit bottom.

“Right there” you moaned and he leaned closer, holding himself up on one arm as he pressed a kiss to your lips then down across your neck and collarbone. You could feel another orgasm building with every movement of his hips. “Damn, I can barely move you’re squeezing me so hard” he grunted as he bit down gently on your neck “look at my wife, carrying our baby, sexy as hell and taking me so fucking good”

You were right there on the edge and when he slipped a hand between your bodies, rubbing right circles onto your clit you came. Your walls clamped down hard around his cock, he grunted a few times as he gave another couple thrusts before you felt him find his release too, his cum filling you and dripping back out.

He stayed like that for a little while, pressing kisses across your upper body. “You ok?” You nodded “Can we get a shower?” He grinned “Of course, maybe then I should just fall asleep with my cock buried in you. That way if you wake up wanting me, you’ve got me” 

You grinned “Thats a thought” and pulled him into a kiss “i love you Jay. Im sorry my pregnancy hormones have me a horny little shit” he grinned against your lips “i love you too baby and never apologize for wanting me to fuck you. I take offense” then pressed another kiss to your lips.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

[stillhangingonthetelephone]

Rum punch and restaurant corners. - J.J.M

jj maybank x reader || canon divergent || alternate universe, post season three || established relationship || spending the gold || semi-public sex

blurb || bf jj gets a little handsy at your dinner reservation, the few rum punches in your body don't help the neediness, sneaking round the corner he has more than a few things to say and do to make up for ruining your night out.

word count || 1,151

content warning || explicit s*xual content, [s*x, p in v]

plz vacation jj save me plz

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It's only your third drink of the night but god, something in Nassau's punch is making you woozy as fuck— getting you in the mood to do something stupid. JJ doesn't help— his fumbled attempt to order some far-too-expensive entree and his scrunched-up, watering eyes when he tries the complimentary supplied hot sauce, makes you burst out into louder than restaurant-level laughter.

The evening is going really well, if you're honest. You’re only through your first course— all expenses funded by El Dorado [bless that gold heap]— and the conversation flows smoothly. You try each other's food, happily and messily. The small table, cramped into the middle of the room makes you smile— it gives you a chance to be closer to your boyfriend, and you can really take in the moment. His sea-curly hair falls neatly over his forehead and his skin is an even darker shade than usual— thanks to the hot Caribbean sun. You try to ignore the way his blue and white, stripy shirt that he has unbuttoned down to below his chest, makes your core clench. He has a couple of long chains bouncing on his exposed skin and it's hard to drag your eyes away.

JJ notices it when the waiter comes by to pick up your empty plates— neither of you miss a thank you but you know his eyes are on you. He smirks cockily but doesn't say anything, just resting a hand over your thigh as you continue the conversation. It makes you falter slightly but the buzzy-feeling from the alcohol keeps you outwardly steady. He listens intently to your words, his eyes raking over you and his fingers tracing shapes on your thighs.

But obviously it's not enough for your boyfriend. So he reaches higher and leans into your ear, the crowded noise of the place dies out with the words he whispers.

"I'm really lovin' tonight— but doll, if I don't have you within the next minute, 'm not sure I'll hold out much longer."

And with that— he's up from the table, his hand leaving a cold remnant on your thigh from the lost contact and your mouth hangs open in curiosity. He looks back once and disappears round a corner. You clear your throat— to no one in particular— place your stuff under the table, and walk over to the secluded corner. You hardly make it round the exposed-brick wall before you're pulled harshly and desperately into him. His lips interlink with yours, his hands grabbing at your waist— your hands find his shoulder and back of his neck. He sinks his teeth into your lip next, a pained whimper slipping out of your throat.

"Jayj, we— we can't, not here." You giggle into his blond locks.

"Why not?" He sloppily kisses down your collarbones. "No one knows us here." Another bite into your skin.

“Jay the whole restaurant—“ He guides you against the wall grinding subtly into you, “fuck—“ you push him back so he’s looking down at you. “are not even a metre away from us.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to be quiet,” JJ captures your lips in a deep and needy kiss and breaks it off soon enough to make you chase him. “Can ya do that for me doll?” He slips his hand under your loose and oversized tee, brushing up your back. “Cuz I really need you to.”

Your mind blanks, “I can— I can do that.” you whisper and force your bodies back together again.

He smirks, overflowing with arrogance, and your hands instinctively reach down to each other's belts. Your shorts are pulled all the way down— making you sharply take in a breath. JJ— the asshole he is, only pulls his trousers down enough to slip his pulsing cock out. He grunts out of pleasure— feeling your nails dig into his skin as he slides himself against you— skin to skin. You grip roughly on his shoulders. “No fucking underwear? Jesus Christ.” JJ groans as your juices coat his cock and his tip presses against your entrance.

His bulky arms hitch underneath your thighs and lift you swiftly off your feet and as he holds you against the wall you bring your lips down to his, feeling him line himself up to you. No thoughts but the convulsing feeling from your cunt capture your mind. He pecks your forehead as he pushes in, your throat making a hushed strangled noise which he quickly catches with another kiss.

“S-so good Jay…” you whine into his ear. “Move… please you’ve gotta—“

“Fuckin’ patience doll.” Panting, as he bottoms out in you, his cock pumps out pre-come. Your legs wrap together behind his waist and your fingers tug in his hair and on his bicep.

He starts slowly, impossibly slowly, thrusting in and out of you. You’re already overstimulated by the whole ordeal and when he pulls almost entirely out just to force himself all the way back in— you can't hold back a high pitched cry. He grits his teeth and leans his head into the crook of your neck, biting down on your collarbone. His movements grow quicker— his cock dragging against your walls.

"You feel s'good, so tight just f’me." He groans against your throat, his hand slipping between you two and reaching for your clit. He thumbs over the bundle of nerves, rubbing it circles to match his pace.

"Oh my God! Jay, baby, please—" You mewl, arching into him.

Cool metal from the surface of mixed metal rings press over your mouth muffling your noises. "I know doll,"

Brutally, he pounds into you— giving his all for your pleasure. The multi-stimulation inside you and on your clit has you biting down on your lip and drawing blood. One of his hands slams— probably too hard— against the wall and your thighs clamp harder round him to steady yourself.

He comes first— faltering in his movements slightly, but still moving to prolong his high. "Jesus, s'good for me." He sighs and as he looks up at the yearning look in your eyes and despite the overwhelming feeling on his cock, he picks the pace back up.

It doesn't take long for you to finish, not between his skilful fingers and cock and the borderline filthy words slipping out of him. By the time he lets you back down to the ground, he has to help you bring your shorts up over your trembling legs.

You slip your arms over his head and you both hold each other, content. "Thank you doll." He presses another kiss to your temple before helping you back to your table. The waiter places down your next course not long after, and you thank god for the liveliness of the restaurant— no one noticing you'd been gone for that long.

A few more rum punches and you'll probably go back to the hotel room.

[wiz4rdd1]

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Freak

Chris gets his license and his own car finally..but now it gives you an idea

WARNING ⚠️= SMUTTT, car sex, P IN V, no condoms (wrap it up), manhandled, fem reader x Dom Chris, Chris is a freaky mf words used (pussy, y/n, and ect)

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“YOU FINALLY GOT IT?!” a yelp coming out my mouth over excitement, Chris finally after many years of being a bum got his license. “Yuppp finally” He giggles coming up to me flashing his license before picking me up from the waist and kissing me. “I’m so happy for you!! But wait how are you going to drive silly? Y’know Matt will NEVER let you drive his car.” I chuckled looking at him. “ I already figured that out..” He passes a smirk at you lowering you gently down on the ground before grabbing one of your hands and leading you out the door to show you his brand new car he got. “OMG?? CHRIS- I-OKAY-WHEN DID YOU GET THIS??” I gasp in disbelief. “Chill don’t worry about it just know you and me are going places finally without ANYONE bothering us” Hinting at his two brothers that are watching through the window to see what is happening.

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It’s been a few hours since Chris’s big reveal happened that they are just now recording about it. I’ve been siting in Chris’s room patiently waiting for his arrival to come and relax with me after his video. But a few …. Ideas started to pop up more dirtier ideas instead of simple normal ideas someone should be having right now. One certain idea came up in my mind that infatuated me completely. “F-fuck Chris-!” I moan as he thrusting into me like the world is ending and he only has a few seconds to feel himself inside me. “Dam ma you feel so tight- I’m almost there” He groans into my ear. His car shakin uncontrollably while both of us is in the backseat steaming up the windows from our breathless moans and gasps of air. “Yes yes! I’m almost there please right there- ah—YES!” My eyes roll up my eyes as his hits my g-spot in the right spot repeatedly I grip onto to him feeling my org-

“Hey! I’m finally finished- y/n?” Chris stops for a moment and leans close to me and snaps his fingers in my face breaking me from my wet daydream that I been fantasizing for about- 20 minutes. “Huh? Oh shit sorry I was just thinking of something..” I quickly look away flustered not wanting him to ask me what it was about but of course.."whatcha thinking about hm? What got you stuck in the same position staring at my weirdly placed poster for the past minute?” He puts a finger on his chin tapping it jokingly while smirking with his eyes fixed on me. “Oh nothing I was just thinking about uh a.. uh NEW! Ya new idea for you and your brothers to record duh.” I laugh it off looking away from him. It’s not easy to hide my nervousness from Chris so it wasn’t so surprising when he suddenly fell on top of me crushing me so I can tell him. “Chrisss!! Stopp cmon your to heavy to do this!” I giggle trying to push him off. “WOWW so you’re calling me a fatass?? Now you HAVE to tell me what you were thinking about ma.” He says and I can feel him smile widely beside the fact his fatass IS actually crushing me. “Fine fine!! Just get off!” I finally breathed out after losing all my air from trying to push him off. He suddenly gets off making me regain air in my lungs again. “YAY FINALLY SO WHAT IS IT?” He squeals. “I.. I was thinking..” I slowly start to say until I realized I don’t want to say what I thought about him in this kind of position so what if I .. showed him? “Chris instead of telling you can I just.. show you?” I look at him with pleading eyes so he says yes. “Fine I guesss!” He says standing up. I get off the bed slowly grabbing his hand and making our way to..

“Why are we at my car??” He throws a sassy look at me. “I’ll tell you just unlock the car.” I shoot him a glare at him letting him know I’m starting to get irritated. “Okayyy ma whatever you say” he quickly gets his car keys and presses the unlock button. He about to get in the drivers seat before I grab his arm and he turns. “No you have to sit in the backseat .. with me.” I say in a low tone slowly regretting this. “Ughh fineee this better be good.” He exclaims as he jumps in the back and I follow too. “Okayy can you spill it already?? This is kinda freaking me out..” He slowly turns to me in a joking manner. “Sorry! Sorry.. okay so.” I take a deep breath and finally say it. “I was thinking you take me somewhere alone and.. fuck me in your car.” The words slipping out my mouth at the same time as my face turning red. A few seconds of silenced passed that felt like soo long. Until finally he speaks. “Okay.” In a weirdly new tone i never heard him use. I look at him curious as a dog seeing a new founded creature they spotted outside a window of a house. “Okay? That’s it? That was easier as I ex-“ He cuts me off. “Don’t worry ma this little fantasy you have will come true.” He looks at me with his eyes dark and mysterious like he’s.. hiding something. He quickly runs out the backseat and jumps in the front seat shoving his keys into the starter and pulls out the drivethrough faster then I seen him ever do besides when he runs out of his Pepsi. He snakes his hand on the back of the passenger seat turning around to look at me smiling checking up on me before looking back to the road. “Chris?? Are we.. actually gonna do this? I’m not ready I only got my pjs on..” I huffed out abit mad that he didn’t even let me prepare for this. “Shh just wait okay?” He says in a teasing tone. After endless driving that seemed like hours finally we parked somewhere. It was an empty parking lot on top of a hill looking down at the city. “Woah Chris.. this is so beautiful ” I turn to him just to suddenly see his eyes flared up with lust with that dam smirk that he pulls when he wants something. He hastily unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out the drivers seat quickly throwing himself in the back with me and without hesitation using one of his hands to grab my cheek and pull me in a deep kiss. Out of the suddenness I slip out a tiny moan from the force he compelled onto me.

“Fuck ma, you wanted this huh? Ever since I got my license and car that I didn’t even have for even a full day you want me to fuck you dumb and ruin my dam seats fucking freak huh?.” He laughs as he gets on top of me and peeling his black hoodie off in an instant showing off his torso that had his tiny happy trail leading to what I have been waiting for throughout this whole day. “Cmon ma take your fucking clothes off.” He smirks watching me shocked with arousal. I quickly unbutton my my soft silky pajama shirt and pants while Chris is only giving me a limited time before he tears his pants off. Finally I’m bare for him, my perky tits laying out for him to see and my pussy glistening waiting for him to destroy it completely. “Shit.. I forget how beautiful you are underneath all the baggy clothes you wear.” He immediately unbuckles his belt and throws his pants off within seconds without having to unzip only leaving his boxers hiding his hard cock that is being restrained. “Take it off of me.” He says in a daring tone as he gives me enough space to push myself up where I’m siting comfortably. “ok-“ “No talking get to it.” He exclaims. Out of shock I quickly put my hands on his boxers hesitating to pull it off until I finally do freeing his cock as it springs out with pre cum leaking out of the tip already. “Heh thanks ma now lay back for me.” As soon as I do he already pulling both my legs up and placing them on his shoulders. His grabs his cock rubbing the pre cum up and down until he aligns his tip to the entrance of my pussy. He teasingly puts the tip slowly making me groan in anticipation.

“Chrissss pleaseee!!” I whimper as I jerk my hip so he can fully put it in me before he grabs both my hips and buries his nails into my skin like he is purposely marking me so everyone can see this shit. “Maaa.. you can wait hm? Let me have a fantasy for a moment just like you did okayy.” He giggles. “That’s not funny!! I’m like really hor-AH!!” I arch my back involuntarily my mouth opened wide. His cock slammed harshly into my pussy filling me up to the brim. “Fuckkk who can get this fucking tight??” He groans pulling it fully out just to slam it right back inside me again making me choke on the air we so little have in this dam car. His thrusts are so powerful each slam causes the car to jerk out of movement. “Mhm! Chris yes yes!!” I moan loudly trying to grip on something. “Is this what you fucking what? Hm? You like me shoving my cock and drilling into you in such a small place hm?? Fucking horny bitch.” He growls out as his watching his cock move in and out of me. “Yes! Yes I am your fucking b-bitch- ah..” I’m already out of breath slurring my words. “Really ma? Fucked out already??” Pounding his cock into me faster then before if that’s even possible electrifying each of my nerves. The pleasure is already overstimulating me by the second and to make it so painfully good he puts one of his hands on top of my pussy a uses one of his figures to play with my clit. “OH SHIT RIGHT THERE - OH MY- IM SO CLOSE!” I gasp out grabbing his arm to help myself stay afloat. “Me too ma.. fuck.” He whimpers as he droops his head down shutting his eyes feeling the pleasure he is giving both of us. I follow him shutting my eyes as well only seeing stars as I feel my orgasam on the edge about to burst. “Chris- I’m gonna cum” I breathy moaned out. “Me to shit let’s do it together.” He finally opens his eyes looking at me until finally. “Oh fuck.. y/n I-“ He groans loudly as me and him cum making me fill the warm sticky liquid fill my womb to the brim while my cum leaks all over the seats. After a moment of silence staying in this position he finally pulls out making me whimper in pain. He slowly moves my legs and puts it top on his legs as he seats next to me. “Chris.” I voice out what’s left of my voice. “Hm?” He looks at me. “That was so fucking good. Like.. the best ever.” “Was it just like your fantasy you had earlier?” He smirks. “No.. this was way better than the fantasy.” I chuckled.

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Im abit rusted up after not posting for awhile so don’t mind if it sounds idk abt rushed?

[bookished]

💎 sugar daddy!sung jinwoo

penthouse levels of luxury | daddy kink | possessive dominance | overstimulation + power dynamics

You’d been teasing him all evening at the charity gala — that damn dress, the one that clung to your curves just right, showing off your legs and making it impossible for him to keep his hands to himself. You were fully aware of it too, especially when you saw the way his gaze would flicker to your exposed skin when you laughed with other men, the faintest hint of jealousy darkening his usually calm demeanor.

But now, here you were, alone on the jet, the luxurious leather seats cradling you while the world outside blurred into nothing. The soft hum of the engine was the only thing you could hear besides his voice, smooth and commanding.

“You’ve been teasing me all night.” His voice is low, rougher than usual, and it sends a shiver through you. His eyes are dark behind those glasses, his suit jacket discarded, only his white shirt and tie left, both ruined after your little game of teasing.

You look up at him from your seat, knowing the kind of trouble you're about to get into. His eyes flicker to the lock on the door, ensuring privacy, before they move back to you with a dangerous smile. You shift under his gaze, crossing your legs, feeling the tension building.

“I couldn’t help it,” you murmur, voice soft and teasing. “You like the attention.”

He steps closer, the scent of expensive cologne wrapping around you as his hand lands on the armrest next to your head, trapping you between him and the seat.

“You’re right,” he says, leaning down until his breath is hot against your ear. “But you also like the punishment that comes with it.”

He’s toying with you now, his voice dripping with authority and something far darker.

Without another word, he reaches down, unbuckling your seatbelt with a practiced ease, his gloved fingers working the clasp as if he’s done this a hundred times. The way he touches you is both casual and possessive, like he owns every part of you — your body, your mind, your soul.

The moment you’re free, he guides you to stand, his grip on your wrist firm but gentle, leading you to the plush bed in the back of the jet. You swallow hard, your heart racing as you feel the heat of his gaze on your back.

“On your knees.”

You don't hesitate. Kneeling before him, your hands rest lightly on his thighs as you look up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for his attention. His hand goes to the back of your head, tilting it slightly, making you meet his gaze as if he’s making sure you understand exactly what you’ve done to earn this.

“You like making me wait, don’t you?” He smiles, but it’s not one of those sweet smiles you’re used to. It’s something more dangerous. “You like seeing me struggle with patience.”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can form a word, his hand grips your jaw, tightening just enough to silence you.

“You don’t get to speak. Not yet.” His thumb traces your lips before pushing inside your mouth, making you gag slightly as he forces you to take him in, his eyes watching you with intense focus. “Show me how well you can please me without speaking.”

The moment he says it, you’re lost. You close your eyes, and your body moves instinctively, hands gripping his legs as you take him deeper, the taste of him flooding your senses. You can feel the power in his grip, the way he holds control over you, over everything, and it turns you on more than you ever thought possible.

When you pull back, gasping for air, he’s right there, forcing you back in, this time a little harder, a little rougher. You moan around him, the sound muffled but full of need, and he responds with a low chuckle, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“You like this, don’t you?” He moves harder, making your head spin with pleasure. “Being used like this. Like you’re nothing but my toy to play with.”

Your mind is fogged with desire, body responding to every movement he makes. His voice breaks through your haze again.

“I own you. Every part of you.” He pulls you off of him with a sharp tug, fingers still tangled in your hair as he forces you to look up at him. “And you’re going to remember that. Every. Single. Time.”

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Change in Menu

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: Eris had Rhysand go through lots of trouble to deliver Autumn Court freshly baked goods to the House of Wind to prepare for his visit. Too bad Rhysie had to go through all that work when Azriel’s ass ended up being so much more delectable.

A/N: Hello loves, this is a smutty drabble of Eris eating ass for the first time, and Azriel having his ass ate for the first time for @sjmprideweek Day Two: Firsts

All 1.2k slutty words are below the cut, I hope you enjoy 😘🫶

Forgotten flaky cheese pastries and deep mugs of oolong tea decorated the shellacked slate table in the center of the vast dining room. Azriel’s shadows delicately moved the meal to the side, complicit in Eris’s change of the breakfast menu.

Eris always appreciated those freaky fucks.

As Eris’s knees hit the ground with a soft thud, he pulled Azriel’s leather pants over the swell of his toned ass. He bit the fat of his left cheek, savoring the yelp the Shadowsinger couldn’t hold back.

He also just liked Azriel’s ass–always bouncing slightly as he walked, the small jiggling rebound after receiving an admonishing slap or appreciative spank and the glorious applaud he always got when Eris fucked him from behind. Just a wet clap, clap, clap that put a smile on his face and made his balls tighten with lust.

He let his cold rings bite into Azriel’s spread, fleshy cheeks, smirking at the pretty shiver he pulled from Azriel’s toned, arched body. He blew gently against Azriel’s fluttering hole, chuckling at the muffled whimper Azriel tried covering with his elbow.

“Oh don’t hide away, darling. Why allow me the honor of having such an intimate part of you if I can’t hear you scream when I take it?” Eris asked with an amused and rhetorical tone.

“I wouldn’t have said yes if I knew ass eating involved so much talking.”

“Liar.” Eris knew oh so entertainingly well that Azriel was enjoying his... oh what’s a demure way to put it? Verbal appetite… by the way his cock twitched when Eris called him darling and, more predictably, when Eris mentioned Azriel’s penchant for screaming. Or perhaps Azriel was aroused that Eris was making his intentions clearer than he typically did.

Azriel, the glorious brat that he was, shoved his ass back against Eris’s hands, bonking his hole sloppily against Eris’s nose.

Eris huffed and nipped the taut, sensitive skin between Azriel’s right thigh and cheek, licking the pain away softly before trailing his hot tongue towards Azriel’s clenching hole.

Eris had eaten out females before, many times for many hours– till the pretty, petite fae were writhing, shrieking and sopping as Eris had his unrelenting time boinking his tongue deep into their squelching cunts.

But he’d never tasted a male’s hole before, let alone someone as discreet and private as the Shadowsinger–now only an inch from Eris’s starved tongue. His mouth watered, and he let the spit pool on the edge of his tongue as he slowly, softly, deliberately pressed the tip of his wanton tongue to circle Azriel’s ever-so-unfurling hole.

Thankfully, Azriel had nothing to compare it to, having never let anyone’s mouth this close to his hole.

He didn’t dip into where he wanted to be- not yet. He repeated the roundabout path, adding more pressure each time, eliciting deeper moans from Azriel at each pass, each time he thought Eris was about to delve in.

They both moaned as Az relaxed enough to allow Eris to slip past the ring of muscle, vastly different to what he’d experienced on his tongue thus far. He may be centuries old but there had never been a partner that he’d ever been close enough with to, well… He curved his tongue slightly and drew a low whine from Azriel.

“Ooh-ahh!” Azriel’s sweet moan broke into a throaty groan as Eris’s tongue pushed its way in further, ignoring the moist clenching resistance from Azriel’s ass that was attempting to slow down his expedition.

Eris hummed and distracted Azriel with a tight hand on his hard dick, squeezing his wet fist around Azriel’s cock that was noticeably, amusingly, twitching whenever Eris passed over a certain areaaa… there; Azriel’s cock pulsed in his hand and Eris marked that spot in his head.

And then he bullied it, harshly, cruelly, lovingly.

Azriel’s thick thighs twitched around him, sharpening the edges of his lips that were still kissing Azriel’s hole. He pulled his tongue back to Azriel’s contracting rim to briefly collect his thoughts.

Firstly, it was far easier than eating pussy. Not as many folds or possibility of missing marks. And Azriel was so very responsive– his hips tilted in various directions, trying to control where the tip of Eris’s tongue would target.

There’d be none of that.

Eris released his grip on Azriel’s cheek and cock to hold his hips down, flush against the hard tabletop, trapping Azriel’s cock between his body and the cool surface. A needy yowl rushed out of Az.

“Ah fuck, Eris what? C’mon you were the one who wanted to do this,” Az whined.

“Oh do you not want to be doing this Azriel?” Eris pulled back to coo rhetorically.

“I do! Jus’ wanna come too,” Azriel explained between whimpers as Eris bobbed his head back and forth, pumping his tongue as deep as it could go before pulling back to swish his tongue over Azriel’s entrance filthily, creating a mess he wouldn’t allow Azriel to clean up.

He pooled some more saliva and pushed as many limits as he could, pushing down on Azriel’s lower back, placing pressure on his shaft as he swirled his tongue down to that spot he’d noted, slurping his curved tongue across the velvety anterior wall of Azriel’s begging hole.

“Wanna come, baby? Then go, not stopping you, am I?” Eris taunted, knowing his full body weight crushing his dick would cause some… orgasmic technical difficulties.

“Oh come on Eris, please just jerk me off- I- I think I hear someone.”

Oh, he did.

Cassian and Nesta should be returning from their private training session just about now. Now being three weeks after they found Nesta sat on this very table with her thighs spread out over Cassian’s plate. Eris had been taking his meals in Azriel’s room whenever he was simply too tired to winnow back to Autumn, or on the honest days, when he wanted to hold Azriel in his arms or tuck himself with a novel between his spanning wings.

Azriel, like the torture-device that he is- clamped down on his tongue painfully as the door to the upstairs arena clicked open.

Eris lifted his hands and allowed Azriel to jerk into his fist as he targeted his now bullied sweet spot with his tongue. Azriel came screaming Eris’s name as the startled and sweaty Nesta and Cassian strolled into the heady atmosphere of the room.

“I told you I heard something, Cassian,” Nesta said, exasperated. A hit and an abrupt expulsion of Cass’s breath painted an amusing picture of him getting punched.

Although he was painfully hard, Eris glamoured his length to his typical level of bulge and stood at his own, unhurried pace. He pulled Azriel’s trousers back over his perked ass, neglecting to clean up any of the mess before slapping his now leather-clad booty with a sharp hand.

“Should’ve listened to her, Cass,” Eris said with a grin. Moving to grab one of the chairs and place it behind Azriel who sat gratefully with a plonk, his eyes fluttered shut once he found stability. He rested his scarred palms flat on the table as if he was still dizzy from coming.

Thank you so much @the-darkestminds for beta reading, you are the best ily mami🫂💗

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[natashascumslut]

thinking about step mommy!wanda finding a hickey on your neck after you’ve come home from a party, and she gets all jealous and has to make sure you know you’re hers.

“You’re mine, you belong to me. You’re mommy’s slut, aren’t you?”

And all you can do is whimper yes while she fucks you senseless, leaving her own marks all over what’s hers.

[totallynotashieldagent]

choso being a virgin and then an absolute demon menace once he figures out what makes you feel good

the first time is careful and full of "is this okay?" "is this too much?" "should i stop?" "are you alright?"

with every whine, gasp, moan, whimper- he's panicking and asking "did i do something wrong? should we stop?" but once he gets the rhythm going, then it's like the switch has been flipped

it starts small, with tiny pleads of "can i-" that turns into "i wanna-"

what started as you thinking that you'll have to show this beautiful tattooed and unholy everywhere pierced half-curse everything turns into him making you ride him, holding you down in a mating press, pushing you up in a full nelson and somehow still being a whimpering mess himself while you're barely holding it together-

you've lost count as to how many times the laundry runs because sheets need to be washed-

you've had to buy small cleaning appliances because calling a mattress cleaning services was getting ridiculously expensive

but he still- he fucks like his life depends on it and he doesn't even think about finishing until you're a delirious mess of sobs and pleases.

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