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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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Closeted gay reader who's only out to his best friends Steve and Robin, telling Robin he has the BIGGEST crush on Eddie and Robin offers advice and she gangs up with Dustin, Mike, and Lucas to set Eddie and reader up for a date? (More sub reader if possible please?)

Hi, thanks for this! I'm going to be combining this request with another one:

Do you think you could do Eddie with a sub male reader who's a really good portrait artist, and one day he gifts Eddie a drawing of himself that's basically a nude. Eddie gets flustered and basically wrecks reader in bed? Maybe soft Dom Eddie and really shy reader

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

CW: 18+ Content (Smut)

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Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

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"Hey," Robin calls out. You lift your head from your sketchbook to find her in the action section, holding a VHS above her head. "Date night or no?"

You squint just a little, getting a slightly clear view of the title. "No," you return. Robin nods and turns back to the couple in front of her. Her voice is distinct as she rambles on how much she holds your opinion to a higher standard than anyone else's. She then goes on to recommend a film you hated.

If it weren't so funny watching her clearly trying not to flirt with the girl tucked up under the guys arm and keep herself on task of helping them pick out a film, you'd want to interject and tell them that the pick is garbage. But you refrain enjoying the way Robin's cheeks flair a bright red and she nearly runs out of breath with how fast she's talking.

The couple decides to go with something more classic action adventure that Steve recommends, which you do like. The couple leaves without so much as another glance backwards. "Figures," you laugh.

"Whatever," Robin huffs. "Clearly, they don't have taste."

"Clearly," you snort. "Rob, thoughts?" You turn the sketchbook around and reveal the portrait of her that you'd been working on over the last couple of days.

Her jaw drops, hands reaching up for the book. "Holy moly," she gapes. The 2D rendition of her own face is uncanny but she inspects all angles to see if somehow she'll come alive off the page, all graphite and smoky, but she doesn't. "You are a God amongst men," she exhales.

The bells chime yet again from the front door and the trio of you turn to the sound. Robin and Steve prepared to greet the new customer and there, hair billowing just a little from their face is Eddie Munson. He only gives a nod to Robin and Steve before turning to the left and heading for the thriller and horror section.

You watch him as he walks and right before you break the eye contact, Eddie looks back, a smile softly lifting his cheeks. You're not sure if you actually witness it or not, but you swear he winks at you and the thought that Eddie would ever have half the mind to give you more than a two second look over is enough to make your knees nearly buckle.

"I'm literally going to throw up," you whisper. Robin hears it, slapping the back of her hand into your chest. The action alone gets you to tear your gaze of the back of Eddie's denim vest.

Robin grins up at you. "Ask him out."

"Oh get off it," you hiss and then take your sketchbook back from her. You flip it close and stuff it into your backpack. You were supposed to be helping out, considering Friday night would get undeniably packed with people preparing for the weekend. Rather than going home before your shift, you just came immediately here.

"Oh, c'mon," she calls out to your retreating figure. "I'm sorry! I just--my brain and mouth are literally are on two different speeds and timezones. C'mon!" she calls even after the doors to employee room closes.

"Ouch," Eddie comments. "Trouble in paradise?"

Robin turns to the voice and notices a copy of Children of the Corn in Eddie's hands. "Again?" she laughs.

"Jeff keeps chickening out at the best part. It's his fault," Eddie laughs, sliding the box over the desk. He rattles off his phone number without Robin having to prompt him. But his gaze keeps lingering on the employee door. "He okay?"

Robin scans out the copy of the movie and looks over her shoulder in the direction that Eddie is still staring. "He's okay. I'm just an idiot." Robin gets what it's like--there's no telling who isn't and is like them. There's no telling who's going to accept you or shun you. A lingering gaze that last too long or even just a date could be social suicide if not actual suicide. She just knows that you and Eddie would work out.

She can see it right now in the way that Eddie keeps looking back over her shoulder. Like he's got something else to say or something else he wants to do. But he doesn't. He nods at Robin, smiling but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His exit is swift soon after and Robin swears in that moment that she cannot let you or Eddie miss out on the chance of at least one date together.

She find Steve, flirting with a girl that clearly is not looking just for herself and politely recommends another film for her to read through before dragging Steve away from the customer. "Does Eddie like care about the town fair?"

Steve blinks for a moment trying to understand why Robin has such an investment in Eddie's taste of extracurricular activities. "Why-Do you think I would know?" he asks.

"I just need to you ask Dustin for me okay. Just get Dustin to agree to get Eddie to the carnival on Saturday. 6PM sharp."

Steve watches Robin's retreating figure as she jobs to the employee room. He gapes at the ghost of her. "Henderson is not going to be able to convince Eddie alone," he whispers, scrubbing a hand over his face, knowing he's somehow getting roped into something and it most likely involves you if Robin is asking about Eddie.

And on Saturday, 6PM sharp you stroll up to the ticket line, hands slipping into the front of you front of your jeans. You're not sure when Robin or Steve are going to show up. You know Steve probably grabbed Robin before heading here and so you're more than willing to give them a few minute grace period. Besides, it's a strangely warm night. With the hint of summer approaching, the days were growing warmer. But there was nothing quite like the MidWest to keep you on your toes.

You resolve yourself to waiting and from just behind you, someone calls out your name. You turn and spot Eddie, strolling, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He stops just a couple feet shy of you. "Fancy seeing you here," he teases.

Your heart stammers in your chest and your tongue grows thick and dry. "Oh, uh, hi," you stammer out.

"Are-are you waiting on someone?" Eddie asks, elbow extending out to the crowd that is approaching.

"Uh, Robin and Steve. You?"

"Steve," he returns slowly. "And Henderson, Sinclair, and Wheeler."

Your brow furrows. "Dustin? And both Wheelers and Sinclairs or?"

"Just Lucas and Mike. They, uh, they asked if I'd come and I couldn't really say no to them even if I wanted too." Eddie laughs at his own tendernes and then gazes back up to you. "They told me to wait for them as Steve was picking them up."

"Robin said Steve was picking her up."

"Steve's beamer seats 5 anyway. Do you mind if I wait with you? Since we're sort of waiting for the same people?"

You shake your head. "No, no, I don't mind." It's a miracle now that you're thinking in the silence that's settled for a moment that you've managed to keep a conversation up for as long as you did with Eddie. You always felt way too nervous around him to get the words out before. But he's easy to talk to. It definitely helps that Eddie seems to be able to keep a conversation alive even if it feels like it's fallen silent for far to long.

"How'd-how'd the art show go?" Eddie noticed it being judged when he was sneaking out after lunch to the woods. He saw you standing in front of your drawings, judges peering at the displays. He stopped only for a minute to watch you.

"Good. Placed second overall."

"Shit, dude, that's awesome." The happiness is real, but Eddie cringes at his use of dude. He doesn't want to just be friendly but he's sure he can't outright flirt with you. So far, he's able to keep you enganged. Your face lights up as you talk about your art and you catch how after a few minutes you've just been rambling about things you're sure Eddie doesn't care about.

"I'm sorry. I'm totally just on a soaobox. I-I heard you're playing at The Hideout now?"

"Yeah, yeah, Tuesday's nights."

"Better than Gareth's garage?"

"Ten times better," Eddie laughs. "You-you should come by. If you want of course. If that's your scene."

"As-as long as you sure you want me there?" you return, not wanting to overstep through the yes is burning the tip of your tongue.

Eddie nods. "Oh, I'm sure." He happens just to check his watch to see fifteen minutes have passed. "Huh, would've thought they'd be here by now?"

You check yours too and noticing how much time has passed. "DO you think they're okay?"

"I would hope. I mean, it's not that far," Eddie laughs. Silence falls between the two of you for another moment longer and then Eddie reaches out, his hands ever so gently grazing your elbow. "Do-do you want to get tickets and head inside? We could do stuff near the front for when they show up?"

"Oh, I-oh." You want to articulate that you'd love to do that but then you're worried you'll miss Steve and Robin and the kids.

"Just say yes! You idiots! Oh my god!"

You turn behind you to see Robin peering around from the ticket booth. "Just say yes. This was supposed to be a magical moment for you two have a date but I swear to God, I have to spell everything out for you."

Your eyes widen like saucers and you're whipping around to see who's around. There is no way Robin would do this to you and you can feel your feet carrying you away before you can really process what's happening. The tears are brimming around your waterline and the lights are blurring.

"Hey, wait," Eddie's touch is soft on your shoulder. You pull out from his grasps. He calls out our name again breaks out into a jog to stop in front of you. "I like you too," Eddie whispers. It's all he can say, panic crawling up his chest. "I'd love to go out on a date with you."

The words, once they process, feel like you're breaking through water. At first muffled but then slowly it's clearer and clear. "You-you like me too?"

Eddie nods, his curls bounce at the action. A tiny smile breaks across his face, lifting his cheeks and causing a couple wrinkles to become pronounced around his eyes. "Yeah, a lot actually. No one has to know it's a date, but us. And well, Steve, Robin, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin. But like, we can keep it on the low, if it's easier for you. But I know half the reason I even agreed to this is because Dustin basically swore with 100% certainty you'd be here."

Your heart flutters at the news. Eddie agreeing to show up because you're here? It didn't seem possible. But there's Eddie smiling softly at you, his hand still cradling your elbow gently. "I hate heights," you answer.

"I love them," Eddie returns. "And I'll make sure that the heights won't hurt you."

You give a tiny nod. "Okay, promise?"

Eddie holds out his pinkie. "Promise."

And if you ever thought a pinky promise would land you here, pressed into the warmth of Eddie's bare chest, the rising sun now hitting you more and more in your eyeline, you think you might've asked for one sooner. Eddie's breathing is steady against your back. You've always been an early riser and you know Eddie likes to sleep in until noon, so you don't mind the few minutes of feeling his breathing tickles your neck.

After a while your bladder gets the best of you so you push up as gentle as you can from Eddie's heavy embrace and pad gently into the bathroom. By the time you return to the room, any lingering hold of sleep has slipped away. Eddie doesn't seem to have noticed your departure from the bed, but you don't want to go paddling about in the kitchen just yet, so you sit at Eddie's desk.

The morning continues on in relative silence. Eddie stirs, the bed creaking and he settles down, seemingly not waking. You watch him, on his back now only for a second before you go back to your page. The drawing is truly nearly done. But you're trying to capture the curl just right and are careful with each stroke of your pencil.

The bed creaks again behind you. A huff hits the air and you turn now, to see Eddie on his stomach, one arm splayed out where you know it would be over your stomach and waist. He lays there for a minute or two before he picks his head up. "Baby?"

"I'm here," you return softly, sitting now on the edge of the bed.

Eddie stretches out for you, palm settling on your knee. "Why are you up?"

"Had to pee."

"Come back to bed. Please?"

You could argue that you're not tired, but you know it's a losing game. Eddie will get what he wants. You're too soft for him to argue seriously. "Can-can I show you something?"

Eddie groans, but pushes up with a heavy exhale. "This is going to cost you exactly ten kisses for waking me up."

"I can pay the toll," you tease, and gingerly guide him up and out of the bed.

Eddie lumbers behind you, eyes still not fully open but cracking more and more as the seconds pass. You settle Eddie down on the desk chair and he tugs you onto his lap, holding one arm securely around your waist.

"Now, what is it that you want to show me, love?" he asks pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. Both of you are shirtless, though you wear boxers and Eddie wears sweatpants.

You push the sketchbook closer to him. Eddie takes it gingerly, not wanting to smudge anything or get oils onto it and ruin something. He takes in the resemblance of his face and has to do a double check. That's his nose--undeniably his by the slope and shape. He continues over his own face--the big eyes, wild hair, and takes in the bare torso. The tattoos are rendered almost perfectly.

Eddie takes in the sight of his own naked form for more than a minute solid in complete silence. Like ghost he catches another pair of hands holding around his torso in the picture too. Eddie stares at them, the way the fingers trace him so delicately. The silence causes you to squirm a little in his lap, unsure if he hates it or not. "It's-it's not done yet, but I was thinking of--

You don't even get the chance to explain what you wanted to do for the background, or the other set of hands before Eddie sets the book down and turns your head to look at him. "It's beautiful," he whispers. Your lips brush as Eddie speaks. "Is it for me?"

You nod. "Do-do you like it?"

"Like it? Sweetheart I love it. M'ere," Eddie commands. There's only centimeters between you two, but you close the distance and seal his mouth into a kiss.

Eddie's one hand slip up onto your cheek. The other kneads at your waist, pulling you closer into him. The movement brings you higher onto his lap and his erection is evident now. You grin just a little at the feeling. "Already?" you tease.

"Oh, darling, when it comes to you, I'm always hard," he laughs, kissing you again. "Thank you, for drawing this. For sharing it with me."

"Of-of course," you stutter out as Eddie's plump lips find your neck.

"So good." The thought doesn't even carry a full breath behind it and you're not sure if Eddie even meant to say it aloud, but the thought makes your lower stomach tighten in desire. You straddle him now, hands gripping at his shoulders as he kisses down your chest.

"Eds," you exhale, all shake and on the verge of a whine when his turn swirls over your nipple.

"Yes, sweetheart? Something wrong?"

You shake your head. "It's so right," you huff. Eddie's working a mark into your skin and you don't really care that it'll be there for at least the week. All you care about is the feeling of Eddie's calloused fingers sliding up your spine. All you care about is the feeling of his torso pressing into the front of you, putting just enough pressure on your own erection.

The chair soon becomes too small and too confined. Eddie lifts you up and carries to you the bed, all of a few inches. But you're happy for the change. Eddie crawls up after you, lips still latching to every inch of your skin. His praise, so good, thank you, perfect, that's what you are literal perfection, go straight to your head and make you dizzy with want.

"Gonna take these off, okay?" Eddie tells you, snapping the elastic of the boxers back into the skin of your hip. His lips and tongue cut through the sting.

"Please," you whine, realizing that his hands and mouth are closing in right where you desparetly want him.

But Eddie is devious. He pulls the cotton down with his teeth, taking them down your ankles too and then flinging them somewhere in the room before kissing back up your skin. He licks at your ankle, then kisses your left cal. He kneads at your right thigh but he skips over your puckering hole or your twitching coke.

"Look at you," he purrs, taking in your panting chest. "Tell me who's got you this riled up."

"You," you whine. "You, Eddie."

"And can anyone else do this to you?"

"No," you exhale. "No one else can."

The game continues, Eddie begging you to answer him as he works over your length, or plays at your hole. And it takes every ounce of your power to get the responses out as your brain slips in and out of the haze. All you want to do is succumb to the pleasure. It feels like you're floating without a care in the world. You revel in that feeling until Eddie snatches you back to reality with a harsh yank, nip, or even more crudely, tearing you from the brink of your first orgasm.

Eddie isn't all mean--he loves watching and listening to you cum for him. He loves when your mouth hangs open and no sound comes out because you're sunk too deep into the pleasure to have enough air for it. Eddie will always gives you that--the release. But it doesn't mean he can't toy with it occasionally.

By the time you have enough energy to become conscious, you're not sure if it's just the second or third orgasm that you've had but Eddie rocks his hips into your ass and you don't care about what really is going on as his length nudges against the one spot that will have you crying.

Eddie shushes you, kissing away the fat tears that roll down your cheek. The sight of you babbling beneath him in tears as his own cock twitching inside of you. He knows he won't last long, but he slows down to comfort you. "Oh, hey, you're okay. I'm right here," he coos.

The salt of your tears mixes on his tongue with the salt of your previous releases and Eddie's grip on your thighs loosen just a little as his rubs the fingers he can spare to the back of your thighs. "Too much?' he asks noticing how you haven't caught your breath.

You shake your head no. "More, please." It comes out with a croak, but Eddie resumes the snap of his snaps. "Thank you, thank you, thank you.'

"Gratitude has never sounded sexier," Eddie whispers into your neck. "Fuck."

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sageispunk · 3 months

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richiefuckers gc got me thinking ab sydrichcarmy and them both being subs for syd.....

#carmy's a good boy obv #but richie is a fucking brat and has to watch how good boys get treated---#syd is a soft dom bc like duh #there's so much goofiness with them once the dynamic is all figured out #UGH #now im h****#the bear #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich #smut

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stinkyme · 1 year

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OMG STINKY!!! MY FAVORITE PERSON TO EXCHANGE HORNY THOUGHTS WITH!!!!!! I know, nobody asked and please excuse my oversharing, but I think I kinda solved the mystery of my preference for the whole Dom/Sub thing.

I think the point is, that I would especially rather be on top when it comes to mean, bratty, cocky, dominant, etc. people, like Jouno or Dazai. Let’s be honest, I think they wouldn’t respect me and instead tease and degrade me all the time, and I don’t think I’d trust them or be willing to be vulnerable around them, especially like this (I’m still gonna keep reading smut with them x sub!reader, it’s still hot). I want to avoid feeling inferior in any way, So I’d prefer to put them in their place to assert dominance, if you know what I’m talking about.

Perhaps it’s also because I’m the kind of person who doesn’t like casual flings and stuff, I’d catch feelings asap I think I need an emotional connection to that person, them to care about me, and I don’t see Jouno or Dazai to be willing to do that (also, I don’t feel like I’m good enough for them, I think they’re out of my league).

Howeverrrr…if it were a person who would respect me, love me, praise me and not degrade me, then I’d let them top me (after topping them). For example, I don’t see Odasaku (*I’m sweating*) as a sub, and I’d trust him with my life and let him ruin me tbh Or sigma (*screaming*), despite my general preference for me being on top, I wouldn’t mind seeing him be the dominant one (I mean did you see how stern and composed he is when it comes to his beloved casino? Top me). I hate how in most smut fics he’s being portrayed as an overly innocent, oblivious, hyper subby baby who doesn’t know what the word sex means (I know he’s “only three years old”, leave me alone pls). I’m sure he knows what he’s doing, and he’d be super respectful, loving and polite.

I hope i kinda managed to get my point across…Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk everyone, nobody wanted to know what kind of nsfw thoughts are going through my head, but I’m letting you know anyways!

Greetings from Horny Jail :)))

I KEEP TALKING ABOUT THAT SIGMA PANEL WITH CASINO LIKE HELLO????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CAN'T DO NOTHING, HE IS INNOCENT UWU BABY??? MY MAN TOLD THEM TO DISAPPEAR BEFORE HE TOSSES THEM OUT BY THEIR TAILS??? THEN WENT AFTER THEM WITH A GUN AND WORSE. H E L L OOOOOOOOOO, HE LOOKED SO GOOD NGL AND ALSO HE WOULD BE POLITE, ROMANTIC AND SOFT BUT NOT A FUCKING IDIOT, DUDE LEARNED EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE IN CASINO, THEY TRULY THINK HE WOILD BE LIKE *_* WHEN IT COMES TO SEX, NAHHHH :3

ODA IS A SOFT DOM!!! ODA IS SO EJSJSJSJSKS, HE WOULD KNOW WHAT TO DO, WHEN TO DO, HOW TO DO, HE WOULD CHECK UP ON YOU AND GIVE LITERALLY THE BEST AFTER CARE EVER

as for Jouno and Dazai......I don't think you are out of their legaue by any means Hio please, however catching feelings for Dazai does sound nasty since yk he is a bit emotionally unavaliable :3 However, Jouno, I think he is able to compromise a lot actually, as much as he is considered sadistic, he is only sadistic with people he considers criminals, but we can see towards his coworkers, towards that old lady - he definitely shows different side to him :) So I think Jouno would be quite respectful actually, he would most likely compromise with you, whether you want this/don't want this, etc, after all he is a man who fights for justice :3 but for real now, it would be fun to see him submissive and as much as he might be against it in the start, he would try it out eventually :D and he would definitely respect boundaries ngl <3 but he would look best submissive :3 <3

but also Dazai, Jouno and him have one thing in common and that's being in control, craving control all the time and usually people who are constantly in control give it up in bed yk what i mean :3 so don't give up on sub Dazai, he is vers much capable :D the only issue with Dazai is that he prefers flings probably and you do not, however Jouno?? I am kind of tore about him because I don't see him as a man who goes around and fucks anything and anyone ngl, I think he needs certain connection 100% :D

I WILL BAIL YOU FROM HORNY JAIL MY SWEET HIO!!! I AM COMING 🚣🚣🚣🚣

#stinkyanswers #my sweet hio <3 #SIGMA IS NOT PURE UWU BOY I CANT WITH THAT CHARACTERIZATION #NGL I LOVE MY BOY BUT ATSUSHI IS MORE CLUELESS ABOUT IT #BUT DAZAI AND JOUNO WOULD BE ABLE TO COMPROMISE IN A SENSE #ESPECIALLY JOUNO :3 #TRUST ME #AND YOU ARE NOT OUT OF THEIR LEAGUE I SWEAR HIO I WILL FART ON YOU #ODA AS SOFT DOM M W A H <3333 #AND I AM BAILING YOU OUT BABY!!!!!!!

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your-dads-pup · 7 months

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If you kiss my old self harm scars, I might just cry

#soft dom #ftm dd/lb #trans dd/lb #self h@rm

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httpiastri · 4 months

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control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

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18+ content below, minors dni!

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

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Y/N was nervous.

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. She was known for being calm, collected, and at times even a bit cold but she had a feeling her nerves had something to do with this project for her photography class. It all felt like a sick set-up, as if her professor knew she was due for a life crisis when he asked such a loaded question to the class.

What parts of yourself do you hide from others?

“All of them.” She thought to herself as she scribbled on the corners of the paper she was meant to be writing her answer on. What was she supposed to say? This was a photography class, not group therapy. Knowing this would somehow connect to their project, however, she chose to be honest for once.

That’s how she ended up with her biggest fear written on a flimsy piece of paper that Harry now held.

“So what were you thinking? Should I just get naked and we go from there or?”

Harry blinked at the boldness of the girl in front of him. Truly, he hadn’t expected this to be the outcome. Reading her loopy handwriting on the paper.

‘Vulnerability’

Harry had been rather friendly with her for a long while, though never breaching the walls she set up high. He wasn’t one to push. Harry liked to be comfortable and kind and often had people telling him how much he was one of those people. The one you could tell anything to.

That didn’t work on Y/N, however. She was closed and he could respect that. They ran around the same friend group but Harry kept his distance mostly, though they’d had a few good conversations over drinks or blunts. She was cool, really cool.

However, she was open about a lot of other things. Sex, definitely. She wasn’t shy about talking about that or hookups or what she did online. Harry could respect it. She had said though that she never got fully naked on there.

To be the one trusted with taking naked pictures of Y/N was a big deal, but for a photography class, it did seem a bit much.

“I think so. But… are you sure you’re comfortable?” He said softly, looking up at her through his lashes as he set the camera around his neck. “I don’t want you to push too hard for this. We can make something else up if you want.” He should know better, though. She wasn’t one to throw in the towel at a challenge.

Y/N tilted her head at his comment, letting out a little laugh. He was sweet. She knew he was just being his usual kind self by giving her a way out, but she needed to do this for herself as well. She’d seen the pictures Harry had taken and she could tell that he had a unique view of beauty. It was a harsh contrast to the hyper-sexualized images she usually took of herself.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think I could do it.” Y/N shrugged, wasting no time in undoing the button of her jeans and tugging them off. One by one she removed the clothes from her body, not once looking up to see the look on Harry’s face.

Y/N was used to being semi-naked on her social media channels. It surprised her, she hadn’t realized how many people would spend money on pictures of her in various skimpy outfits and underwear. Being naked in front of Harry was different, however— there was no screen to hide behind, no buffer, he’d be able to see through her act.

She was just naked and well… vulnerable.

Y/N pulled herself back together in seconds, positive that Harry hadn’t even noticed that she was having a mini-breakdown in her head. No, she needed to do this and if she was being honest, he’s probably the only person she’d let do something like this.

“Alright, so where do you want me?”

Harry swallowed thickly as he watched her body slowly become exposed to him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her photos before- he had seen plenty, always thinking she was incredibly beautiful and wishing to photograph her.

He just wished it was more so on her own accord rather than for a project.

“Loaded question.” He tried to lighten her mood with a soft chuckle. “Why don’t you go… the window facing couch?” The studio he had rented was seemingly cold, her anxiety clear on her face. He was going to do his best to soothe her though. Make her see that he was safe.

Harry would never want her to feel anything but comfortable and at ease. He had done plenty of nude shoots for people before but this was different. She was nervous and doing it to prove a point.

“There you go. If at any point you become uncomfortable, let me know. Why don’t we use the sheet a little bit?” He slowly approached with a silky champagne-colored sheet. “You look gorgeous but I can tell you’re uncomfortable.”

“Fuck,” She muttered under her breath, thinking that she had been getting away with seeming confident. “It’s that obvious huh?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as if it would help shake the nerves out of her system as she adjusted the fabric on her body.

Harry made himself busy, putting on some classical music. It was something he liked to do for shoots in general, it was a quick way to relax someone while also letting their mind wander.

Other than that, it was comfortably quiet in the room, Harry hadn’t even noticed she settled into a position looking out the window. He thought she looked perfect like this. Quickly checking the settings on his camera, he snapped a shot before she moved, hoping to capture her feelings in this moment. Providing a before to a hopefully much more comfortable after.

Turning her head at the sound, Y/N’s eyes darted between the camera and the head of thick hair behind the camera. She hasn’t realized he had started, gods, she hoped she actually looked relaxed. She was trying so hard to keep her mind off the fact that she was naked.

Vulnerability. When she wrote it down on her paper it seemed to easy thing to conquer.

Harry liked having her around. He had always been a curious man but she got him wanting to know more. Harry was softer spoken while she was louder and rambunctious but he liked that about her.

It was interesting to see this side of her. Quiet. A bit more reserved. Not that he wanted her to be uncomfortable at all but he liked the idea of her being more… real with him. He took a few more photos before he spoke again.

“I can see that you’re tense.” He kept his voice soft, walking towards her with the camera in hand instead of pointed at her. “But you’re in control here, love. Okay? You have the final say in what photographs leave my camera. Just this itself is a beautiful show of vulnerability.” He licked his bottom lip as he kneeled down on one knee in front of her, taking the camera off of his neck.

“Do you want to see what I’ve gotten so far? To see how it looks?” He was careful not to touch her body, resting his hand on the couch next to her but far enough away that it wouldn’t brush skin. The sheer covered her delicate areas, and he kept his eyes on her face.

“I uh— honestly I think it would probably be better for me not to look at them till you’re done with them,” Y/N admitted, feeling small under his gaze. She just couldn’t stop thinking about what he could be thinking. Expecting to meet his intense stare, she was surprised to find the opposite. He looked concerned— his gaze soft, eyebrows knit together as he tried his hardest to read her. She knew he was struggling too, that was the point.

“Sorry, I’m… just feeling weird right now. I don’t know why but I’m gonna figure it out.”

Y/N had known Harry for a while now and she felt comfortable around him. Too comfortable and it scared her. Harry was a very easy guy to know and be around, he makes people feel like they were the only ones in the room when they have his attention. Seeing him interact with others was one thing, but when she experienced it for herself she couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t an act either. He never pushed for more information, was always just happy to hear whatever she felt like telling him and would always ask the most thoughtful things as if it was just second nature.

Harry wasn’t like most people. It’s why she liked him so much.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He reassured her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel as if she had to make him feel comfortable too. He was fine. “It’s natural to feel a bit odd when you’re pushing your control. I am going to say that it takes a lot of guts to show up and be naked in front of a friend with a camera and trust. But you’re doing it.” He gave a private smile just for her, placing it back over his head.

“Let’s try and get some shots and then we can regroup and see what makes you feel the most at ease.”

He stood up and backed away from her, directing her to lay back against the arm of the couch and allow her legs to be facing the camera. Truly? She was fucking stunning. Hair a tiny bit messy and lips pouty from the nervous biting but he loved how she looked all the time. It wasn’t new to find her to be gorgeous.

Still though? She was uncomfortable. He could see it in her face as she looked at him, eyes avoiding the lens and squirming just a bit. His finger pressed the button and took a few shots, focusing on other details of her. The curve of her leg, how her skin was glowing in the light that came through the large window. Sometimes it blew him away that a girl as fucking breathtaking as her was single. It was her choice, he knew, but she must have plenty of options. She wasn’t shy to say she had some good hookups, never skimping on details.

Still, he watched her carefully as he moved around with gentle praises.

“There we go… that’s it.” His raspy voice was a bit quieter than she was used to. “Just like that. You’re doing so well f’me. Move your leg a little bit to the left…. Mhm, perfect. You knew where I wanted it.”

Her body reacted to his words faster than she could process them, instinctually relaxing at his praises. The difficult part was trying not to focus on how good he sounded saying those innocent words. Harry was being professional, but her mind had managed to make its way to the gutter in record time. It had been a while since anyone paid her this much attention to her since anyone had spoken to her in such a gentle and caring tone. It came so easily to him that it made her shiver, a piece of the fabric falling to expose more of her breasts.

Y/N was turned on, there was no denying that. She was a bit embarrassed considering he was just doing his job, not being a creep at all, and here she was, so deprived of human connection that even a few short sentences had her reeling.

Weird. That was a weird feeling. It wasn’t that she was naked or that he was doing something to make her feel uncomfortable. It was the fact that she was attracted to him and the fact that she was out of her comfort zone with him. No one ever saw her like this, so soft and pliable, so unsure of herself. She couldn’t wear that mask for this and she wouldn’t sure Harry would like what he saw when she took it off. It shouldn’t matter what he thought, but it did to her. She actually liked him. Fuck she really did like him.

Despite the good shots…. Something was missing.

Harry sighed, happy that she had managed to relax a little but it seemed his words had her squirming for reasons he wasn’t positive about. She was a bit tense and ultimately her face wouldn’t relax, which was what had him worried.

“Love?” He placed the camera down and looked at her. Trying to study if she relaxed when the camera wasn’t on her– if it was him that made her nervous. “I think… would you be more comfortable somewhere else?” He had noticed her eyes flickering towards the door quite a few times.

“If you’d feel better at your own place or even mine, we can. I didn’t know the word you’d write so I didn’t plan accordingly but it is a bit sterile in here.” He tried to make her see he was okay with leaving. “We can grab some food and go to either one. It can be intimidating in a space that feels a little bit public.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, nodding along with what he was saying.

“Yeah… yeah that sounds like a better idea.” She could play it off like that for now, but Harry was smart and she knew he would figure it out as soon as they got there that it wasn’t the location that had been bothering her.

“Let me just,” She pointed to the pile of her clothes, standing up from the couch and over to the chair to start. Y/N wasn’t rushed in her movements, casually slipping into her panties as if it was something normal for them to do, seemingly unbothered. If she could just be honest and tell him it would solve all the problem! But she didn’t want to overstep and create a new one.

What if it made him uncomfortable? They didn’t really know each other like that, how could she explain how she felt like she knew exactly the kind of person he was? That she could see them in a relationship for that matter? if she could just… be more like him. Be honest and gentle and caring instead of her abrasive act she put on as protection.

Now dressed, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone when a crumpled sheet of paper came flying out with it in the process. It was Harry’s word for the project.

She briefly remembered the word it had said, controling.

It was then her mind floated back to 10 minutes ago when Harry had told her that she was in control. If he was willing to let go of his control for her, she should be able to be vulnerable for him.

“Ready to go?” A raspy voice tore her from her thoughts.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Y/N offered a closed-lip smile, following him towards the door.

Harry had driven them to grab some takeaway before putting her address in his phone. It was an easy drive but when they arrived? It had taken Harry for a fucking loop.

She had a near mansion. A coded gate she had told him, having to press it to go inside and park. It was secure and large and he had nearly had his head exploding when he got inside and saw how cool it was.

Large and open concept, loads of books and some arcade games, huge oversized sectional couch and a massive flat-screen over a retro-looking fireplace… he was in awe. They were sat at her kitchen island with their food, talking back and forth when he decided to ask about the situation.

“So… are you here alone? Or do you have some roommates?” Harry looked over at her face and watched to make sure he wasn’t crossing lines. She had been a bit shy about showing him the main floor too, so he had assumed that maybe she wasn’t sure how to talk about it.

None of their friends had ever been here before otherwise he sure as shit would have heard about it.

“It’s just me.” Y/N took another bite, watching him closely to see his reaction. She could tell he was surprised but he seemed genuinely curious when he asked so she continued. “I um.. bought the property about a year ago and had it remodeled for me, I had been saving up to get a house and the onlyfans really took off so it happened faster than usual. The ceilings make it look bigger than it is, but I like that. I’ll show you the second and third floor after we eat.”

Things like this she could talk about. It wasn’t exactly about herself but she was still sharing information about herself.

“I don’t really like bringing people here usually… I love our friends but I can’t say I really trust them.” Y/N explained with a small sigh, looking up at him again. “Was that shitty of me to say?”

It’s true that their friends were aware she had some wealth from her online presence, some more than others. At times it felt like a lot of their friends, specifically, the guys would treat her as her persona than her as a person. She had become used to that, it’s why she kept things private. She didn’t want anyone to know what really mattered to her, she knew they’d quickly weaponize it just like everyone else in her life did.

“I don’t think it’s shitty.” Harry actually understood where he was coming from. Their friends were good people, really, but some of them would not be the type to move swiftly past her job choice. Harry himself didn’t find any problem with it. Any woman who wanted to use her body for whatever they wanted to, should. It was their right. Sex work was work and that was that.

“Some of them would be weird about it. They’re….” He licked his lip and watched her face as she anticipated his next words. “I would like to think they’d be respectful but knowing how some people treat other sex workers, they may think it’s an easy thing. Or try and make you pay for everything.” He shook his head.

“I’m proud of you, though.” He genuinely was. Looking around and taking it in proved to him that she had work ethic. “Investing in property is a good thing. I am very happy for you that you’re being smart with your money. I’ll admit I didn’t expect this sort of thing… I know you’re open about your hookups and sex in general which is refreshing. But I didn’t know you’d have made it a career.” He smiled lightly at the comment showing he was teasing a little. “I know you said vulnerability on the paper… but sometimes it is the smart thing to do, to protect yourself and your inner peace. They don’t need to know.”

“Thanks, Harry.” Y/N smiled back at him shyly. She swore she felt her heart grow three sizes. Y/N knew Harry was a good guy, but it still surprised her every time. He wasn’t just saying that to just agree with her and keep her happy, he agreed with her. He thought she was smart. He was proud of her. How did he always say the right thing at the right time?

Fuck she really liked him. A lot. It’s why she kept her distance. She preferred the idea of him being this perfect guy in her head but he proved to her every time they hung out that this wasn’t just her romanticizing him. He was right there in front of her, being his perfect self. She thought he was perfect.

“I um..” Y/N cleared her throat, realizing she had been staring at him quietly for a bit and looked down at her food again. “I don’t really share a lot about myself and how I feel, so it um it’s just hard for me to talk about it. Not that I don’t want to, people don’t really ask me about this stuff so I don’t really think about it often.” She perfered to distract herself from the negative thoughts rather than facing them head-on.

Sex was the best tool for that. Whenever she had sex she knew that in that moment the only thing going on in the other persons brain was lust and true primal urges. Sex was the one thing she felt like she could do to connect with someone before they go back to viewing her as something she’s not again.

He frowned at her explanation. People didn’t ask? He hadn’t. It made him feel guilty but at the same time… she had kept a distance between them for a long time and Harry respected that. She was never overly touchy with him like with everyone else and he knew she had to sense he wasn’t the most affectionate with his friends. Not because he didn’t love them but because he liked his boundaries.

Though… with her? Harry always felt a bit left out. She never came to sit on his lap or kissed his cheek or ruffled his hair the way she did with everyone else. But in that yearning, he found a lot of respect for her looking at his boundaries.

“You’re very open without being open.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. “But you share those intimate hookup stories and superficial stuff so people don’t dig a bit deeper?” He tilted his head as he took a sip of his drink.

He found himself attracted to her in general, but he wouldn’t admit that in this setting. Not unless she brought it up first. She needed to be comfortable and he wasn’t a creep who was doing this to see her naked. “And you do this only fans stuff… but you never have to go deeper than your body. I understand. It can be easy… to deflect. I purposely kind of keep my own thoughts to myself. People are very… nosy but they don’t care. Our friends are nice people– they are. But I understand wanting to keep a mental barrier. I struggle sometimes with vulnerability when it isn’t someone I’m close to.”

Y/N felt her face get warm as he revealed that he had come to his own conclusions about the person she was. He happened to be right– confident in the fact that he was otherwise he wouldn’t be saying it.

“Yeah… yeah, I guess I do. But I don’t really mind it?” She said with a shrug, “Don’t have to be best friends with everyone you hang out with. Just let myself down whenever I think they’re coming around.” She explained trying to mask a bit of the hurt in her tone.

She was very lonely, always hoping someone would come around to understand her or her point of view. Wished someone cared. She didn’t really have anyone around since she and her ex Charlie broke up because she wouldn’t stop doing onlyfans. She was dating him when she first met Harry, she remembered them having a chat at Mitch’s birthday party.

“Sarah’s cool though. I’m really happy I met her.” Y/N found the light at the end of the tunnel. Their mutual friend who brought them together. She met Sarah when she started college, they both worked at a jazz bar near campus just as her onlyfans career started blowing up.

Sarah and Mitch made Y/N feel comfortable. It’s why she felt like she could trust Harry in the first place, they always spoke so highly of him.

“I’m glad I met you too.”

Harry’s smile grew from the thoughtful pout he had on while listening to her. He didn’t like the idea of her being lonely. Her body language was showing she was relaxing in his presence which was good, but she didn’t like the topic.

She was happy that they’d met though. That caused his smile, knowing she wasn’t one to lie. Harry was happy he met her too. “I always gave you space because… you seemed a bit nervous around me.” He admitted quietly.

Harry had always intimidated her and her crush only was growing being alone with him, so she could argue she had good reason! His stare was intense and he gave her all his attention, wasn’t judgemental, and fuck… he was good on the eyes.

“I hope you don’t have to be anymore. Mitch and Sarah talk so highly of you so I knew you were a good one regardless.” He had always liked her but getting to talk now was even better. “You are lovely to be around. I like you like this. You don’t have to be loud or anything– not saying I don’t enjoy that either- but you are much more gentle than I anticipated.” Not as abrasive as she usually made herself out to be to keep people at arms length.

“M’glad we got partnered. Maybe you can see m’not so scary.”

“Me? Scary?” Y/N’s face lit up with a cheeky smile. It wouldn’t be a compliment to most but she found it amusing. That wasn’t the only reason she was glowing. Harry said he liked her like this, the way she was. She didn’t have to say anything or do anything special. He said she was gentle!

“You know, that’s not usually the words I hear when people talk about me so I’ll take it. Gentle and not scary.” She smiled at him again, before finishing the last bit of her food. Of course, she was much more relaxed around him now, hell, she would open up for him right here on the kitchen island if he asked her to.

He wasn’t even trying to charm her and she could tell from the softness in his eyes he sincerely meant every word. They felt like magnets, drawing her closer and closer to him. It was getting increasingly difficult to hide but if her suspicions were right, it seemed he didn’t want her to either.

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“Okay.” Harry sighed as she stripped down in her bedroom. It was definitely more comfortable than the studio. She had nice candles lit up before Harry got upstairs. He had to use the large restroom downstairs to freshen himself up.

“I could get lost in here.” He teased. “Big place for one person, hm?” He placed his camera bag down on her floor and took a look around. The large top floor was basically all her bedroom. 3 stories and the roof was slanted in the room to be a huge window. Loads of natural light.

“I can’t lie, the lighting is my inner photographer’s wet dream.” He snickered, looking around for the best spot.

She was almost naked, this time in just a pair of panties and her sheet held up to her chest. It was… far more appealing to him. Seeing her look like that. “I think that we can do some good shit in here.” He took a seat on the end of her bed.

“So… I have a feeling you don’t film in here. Right?” He could tell she was the type to want privacy and her own sanctuary. There was probably a filming room downstairs.

“Yeah, I don’t really do much except chill in here.” She explained, clearly, the environment was working. She was much less stiff and she couldn’t lie, seeing Harry in here made her feel a bit giddy.

“There are guest rooms on the second floor, but my office is downstairs. I like to keep it all separate, just helps clear my mind at the end of the day.” She explained and crawled up the bed, falling flat on her stomach.

“Gonna be a challenge not to fall asleep after all that food though.” Her voice was slightly muffled by the sheets. Y/N turned to look back at him and gave him a small smile, “do you wanna put the classical music back on or can we put on something more….” She started but then decided to just connect her phone to the speaker. Cigarettes After Sex.

With a small smile, she set her phone on her bedside table again and moved to lay back on the bed again.

“Do you want these off?” She asked, way less shy than last time as her hands moved to her panties.

Did he want them off? Fuck yes he did. He wanted to have not a single stitch on but he was being professional right now. Calm.

“If you’re comfortable, sure.” Harry cleared his throat. “I just… I don’t want you to feel objectified. Or sexualized.” Unless she wanted to feel that way, but that wasn’t the case right now.

There was a tension he could feel. The way she looked at him was… different. Her eyes a bit hazier and her feet kicking in the air, making him feel a bit confused about the direction but liking the confidence.

“Cigarettes After Sex is a great choice. You already look less tense but…” He paused, taking a photo of her looking at him. “What do you do to relax? Before shoots. I know it’s different now because it isn’t a character, but how do you unwind and feel at ease on camera when doing that?”

Y/N raised her brows at the question, but not because he was asking. It was the answer that was a little complicated, but he wasn’t a stranger and he knew how she was.

“I masturbate.” Y/N said with a chuckle, back to her usual blunt self, “I know that’s not exactly the direction we’re going in but...”

It could be.

Y/N knew she was walking a very fine line, smiling a little at how flustered her comment made him. As much as being blunt was part of her persona, it was still very much a part of her. She liked getting a reaction out of people.

But again, she didn’t want to overstep. She had never been very touchy with him or flirty with him so she was doing it subtly as if to test the waters. They didn’t have to fuck this very second, but if they did she wouldn’t be mad either. She wanted him to be the one to make that choice, a bit too afraid of reading the room wrong.

Harry was a bit stunned. He hadn’t expected…. that answer. His cheeks flushed slightly but he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t affect him. It did. More than he had wanted it to.

“Oh. I…” Harry recovered fairly quickly. “If it will help you…. You can. You’re safe here.” He wouldn’t be a creep. She was beautiful, and that was something he couldn’t and wouldn’t deny. She was art. “Female pleasure is beautiful in any way. People make it seem dirty sometimes but I understand why you do.” And he did.

“Makes you feel a bit tired and boneless. Less pent up. I get it. If you want to, I can leave the room and you can. Or… whatever you’d like.” He wanted to watch. He really did. The ball was in her court now, but he was hoping she would let him. As much as he had been trying to be respectful all this time, if she was the one to initiate… he wouldn’t say no. There was that spark that he hadn’t realized was fully a flickering flame starting because he hadn’t been truly alone with her before.

Y/N was going to drop the topic and try and relax in some other way but she could see the wheels turning in his head. He was interested, surely. He wouldn’t leave it so open-ended if he wasn’t, but she needed to be sure. A burst of confidence shot through her and before she could hesitate she seized the moment and asked:

“Would you like to watch, Harry?” She asked, her tone inviting but somewhat shy. She’d always been the center of men’s fantasies but they often portrayed her as a playful and powerful minx of a woman. She never felt comfortable enough to show the more sweet and docile parts of herself. But she did with Harry.

His paper had said that the part of himself that he hides from others was his controlling side and he so simply told her that she had all the control in this situation. It must mean something for him to do that. This was her offering it back to him in her own way, giving him control of her because she trusted him.

“I…” His mouth dried up as she asked him. She actually asked him if he wanted to watch. As if it was even a question.

“If you feel… as if you could be comfortable with it? I would enjoy watching, yes.” He said with a slightly hoarse throat. His body hot and a little flushed in the cheeks as he realized she may actually want that. All of the work he had done to not show his attraction to her was down the drain now, but it seemed to be consensual.

“I won’t take any photos of you during. Unless you’d like me to.” He clarified. Just because she did things for work didn’t mean she would be comfortable with him in possession of them and he was doing his best to be mindful of that. This wasn’t just sexual work. It was art.

Vulnerability.

He sat himself on the chair near her bed, hand up to his chin while he rubbed his bottom lip, watching her as she sat up and the sheet dropped from her top. Exposing her naked chest to him, letting him look at her.

God, she was fucking beautiful. She had to know it.

“You know you’re stunning, right?” He commented lowly. “Not just… in the whole sex appeal way. But genuinely beautiful. Like art.”

“You really think so?” Y/N felt like her body was on fire, a small smile appearing on her face. Knowing Harry was about to watch her made her slow down her movements, fingers carefully caressing her chest and sides. She wanted to give him a good show, a good enough show to where maybe he would want to join her.

She’d been patient, yes, but the signs were all truly signs then. Harry was interested in her. She didn’t think he was only here for this to happen… this was genuinely a surprise to him. Y/N liked that and it only made her want him more.

“I…” Y/N pinched her nipples, letting out a small gasp at the feeling. His eyes locked on hers, she tilted her head at him. “I-I’ve never had someone watch before… not in real life anyway.” She moved her hands to smooth over her stomach watching his eyes follow her every move.

“Have you… thought about this before?” She asked quietly, still a bit shy. The risk of being wrong too high. Sure he said he would like to watch and that she was beautiful, but what if this hadn’t been brewing as it had for her? She knew he would never make her feel embarrassed about it, but she’d like to think their pining was mutual.

“I only ask cause…” She finally reached the lace of her panties, “I’ve thought about you.”

Harry’s body felt like it was buzzing. Her hands slowly moving down her body and his eyes tracing every line. He was itching to grab his camera and take photos of each line of her body but thankfully the want to simply soak it in was far more enticing than that.

Her confession, though, made him swallow hard. She had thought about him? While… touching herself? She was looking right at him like a sweet girl, but her fingers were resting over waistband of the lace, tracing back and forth while awaiting an answer.

“Yes. I have.” His voice was deeper than it had been before. It wasn’t something he ever thought about confessing. “Whenever you’d… explain those hook ups… I’d imagine myself in their place instead.” His mouth felt a little dry, taking in the beauty that was in front of him. It did heavily stroke his ego that she had thought by about him, though.

“And what did you think about, angel?” His tone was soft but eyes hot. Inside of his pants? He was beginning to harden at a pace he hadn’t realized possible. This was definitely one of the hottest situations he had been in. It wasn’t even the dirtiest but who it was with outweighed all the other filth.

Y/N let out a little whimper at his admission, squeezing her thighs together involuntarily before removing her hands from under the lace. She was going to tease herself, take her time seeing as this seemed more important than the photos at the minute.

“I thought about…” She let out a shaky breath, “thought about your hands a lot, I really like your rings… thought about how’d they feel on my skin… how heavy your hand would feel on me.” This was all but the start of her fantasies. She had imagined Harry in all different types of positions, in all different kinds of moods, different places…

“You’re just so… nice.” She sighed but it sounded almost like a whine, “always making sure everyone is okay, the way you talk…” his voice. Oh his voice got her every time. Y/N knew she’d be able to get off in no time if he kept talking to her the way he did.

“Earlier at the studio… I know you weren’t meaning to, but you sounded so good directing me— I couldn’t focus.” She hissed as her fingers slid down her clothed slit, still teasing.

Harry’s fingers were biting into the chair. Watching her was killing him in the best of ways, his eyes locked on her but unable to choose where to keep his view. Her face, her breasts, her hands. It was all so fucking tempting.

“You like my hands, hm?” He peeled one from the chair arm and stroked his own thigh, loving that she actively was thinking about them now. He did have large hands and did get compliments on them often, but it felt even better coming from her.

Her touch over the lace had him nearly drooling. He knew that it would be fun to tease her over it. That she could feel the heat of his tongue if he were to lick over it but it wouldn’t be enough.

“You just want someone to be nice to you, darling?” He wondered if maybe she had been going about her hook ups all wrong. “But… y’told the girls how you had a bit of a thing for some name calling.” He wasn’t trying to embarrass her, but he could tell based off of what he knew that she liked to be scolded a tiny bit.

“I can be very nice to you. You are so beautiful, pet. Look so pretty touching yourself like that. Is it okay if I talk to you during?” He had to double check. It was pretty obvious that she did, but the verbal consent was key.

“Mhm!” Y/N mewled, nodding her head. “Yes, please!” She corrected herself, just in case he was a stricter than she anticipated. She wanted to be good for him, show him that she was the best he could have.

Y/N didn’t really want much in her life, she had everything. But she wanted him. Not only because he could take good care of her, but because she knew she could take the best care of someone like him.

“I-I wanna be your good little slut.” She told him, “anything you want.” Y/N didn’t anticipate getting this worked up so quickly but then again, she was just so excited he was reciprocating. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and she didn’t want him to change his mind.

Silly girl still wanted to be accepted deep down, she had no idea just how much she was doing to him.

“Such nice manners. I’m very impressed.” Harry was in awe. Falling into a fantasy he’s had for a while, being able to see her this way… it was getting to him.

Of course he hadn’t anticipated this. Seeing her with her legs spread and little fingers rubbing her lace covered cunt while looking at him for his approval. Calling herself his little slut. Fuck.

“You’re already doing such a good job. How do your fingers feel?” He murmured, spreading his legs as he leaned back, tracing over his belt. “You look gorgeous spread out like that. Now you’re relaxing for me, aren’t you?” He looked relaxed in his own right. Spread thighs and head tilted back slightly, his eyes dark and focused on her alone.

“Show me what feels the best to you. What makes you cum, angel?”

Nodding once again, Y/N lifted up her hips to pull panties off quickly. She wanted to give him a better view but also was tired of her own teasing. She wanted to feel more and he had given her permission to do so.

With her legs fully spread she brought her fingers right over her clit, rubbing slow but firm circles around it. With each circle she made, she became wetter and wetter, her slick starting to make sounds with every slight tug on her folds.

Y/N let out the lightest of moans, smiling at the feeling. It felt so good. So different. It was just the two of them and no one else existed in that moment. Just him watching her, him making her feel like the most desirable woman he’s met, he hadn’t even touched her but she was going wild with want.

“I-I just do this for a while, till I feel my stomach get tighter…” She told him in a breathy tone, practically whimpering at him. No one’s ever heard her speak like that, but she had a feeling Harry would love it. “I-fuck! Mmm…” She shuddered as a small wave of pleasure flooded her system.

“Sometimes I use a toy.”

Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch to be able to witness this shit. He had a feeling that she wasn’t usually so… open this way. She was fully nude but it was more in the way she was a bit shy. Not uncomfortable but as if she was new to this. It had to be him.

Her cunt was fucking perfect. He had to restrain himself from getting up and touching her right now because she was just so fucking tempting.

“You do?” He questioned, quietly pulling at the end of his belt. “Just lay there like that and touch yourself? You look so good doing it.” He praised. “Such a gorgeous cunt. It’s already so wet.” He was hoping it was caused because of him.

“What toys do you use? I want to know how you pleasure yourself. Have to be good to a pussy as pretty as that. Can understand why you have this house.” He smirked a little, watching her eyes widen. “But it’s never been like this for your little followers, yeah? You don’t get this wet for them? Only for me.”

“Yes, only for you!” She swallowed thickly, straining her neck just a because her fingers really weren’t doing enough. Y/N was beyond horny, her body warm and worked up. She wanted to ask Harry to touch her, she wanted his help, but she promised herself she would be good. If he was controlling himself, so should she.

Instead, Y/N reached over to her bedside table where she pulled out three of her favorite toys. They weren’t all designed to make masturbating look sexy, maybe the wand and the vibrating dildo? But her favorite had to be the one that was designed to suck on her clit.

“This one…” She felt a shiver just at the thought. “Feels so good.” Y/N told him, looking up at him with her lustful hazy eyes. “I like to… put it right here— ah!” She squeaked, feeling the vibrator come to life and began to suction against her most precious parts.

“Feels so good Harry.” She told him in what sounded like a painful sob, “but you’d feel so much better.”

Fuck.

Harry watched with anticipation as she grabbed toys out of her drawer. Jesus. He was feeling aroused already.

“It looks like it does, sweet thing.” He murmured, undoing his belt. She was spread out, showing Harry exactly what she was doing. The toy immediately began to do its work, making him smile. She needed to cum so badly, she had a toy stimulating her and she was still thinking about him.

“I know I’d feel a lot better. So much more wet. Wouldn’t be able to close your pretty thighs. How long have you been thinking about my mouth on you, baby?” The clink of his belt being pulled off was the only other sound in the room besides her pants and the buzzing from the toy, music drowning out into white noise.

He loved the noises she made. The slight sob when she said his name. Her shaky whimpers. He wanted more.

“Let me hear what you’ve been thinking about. D’you want me to touch myself too?” Seeking permission but also teasing because she looked like she would jump at the chance. “You’ve got me worked up. S’a bit tight in here.”

“Yes, please!” Y/N begged, desperate to see just how much she had effected him. He had been so calm and collected all day, she felt so naked in all senses of the word and the authority in his tone matched with his fully clothed body made her feel so small. It got her excited.

From her time online she figured out a lot of things about her sexuality. One being that she liked to experiment and have fun, but two is that she didn’t like showing her deepest desires online. These desires were saved for herself and for hookups… but even those didn’t get to see her the way Harry was seeing her now. Hearing her a whiny pleading mess.

“Been thinking—“ She squeaked again, “thinking about you since… the Halloween party where you came as a pirate. You got so drunk you were so— oh my god!” Her breath hitched, hips bucking up. “You just didn’t care as much, you were so touchy— you were so close to my neck, your lips looked so soft. I just know you’re such a good kisser…” She groaned, “you wouldn’t stop fucking me with your eyes!”

She was telling the truth. Harry had been fucking her with his eyes. He had been wanting to grab at her hips and bite on the curve of her neck and bend her over the sticky counter to spank her. But he hadn’t.

“I was, wasn’t I? You looked so cute. Little playboy bunny.” He popped the button of his pants lazily undoing the zipper. Anticipation was getting her off and he could see it.

“All the way since then? You’ve been fantasizing about my hands all over that pretty body… my mouth… all of it?” Peeling down the fabric of his pants and briefs at the same time, he lifted himself up to stand. Approaching the bed slowly, taking himself in his hand but keeping the other one out to silently tell her to stay there.

“And now m’doing it again. Fucking your with my eyes while you’re using a silly little toy to suck on your clit. You wish it was my mouth.” He smiled down at her as he got close, placing his hand under her chin.

“You look so perfect, angel.” His coo was tender as he looked down at her, lifting her chin. “Spit in my hand. Keep touching.” The man warned as he saw her squirm and look like she was about to get up. His restraint was good, but he was trying to keep it how he wanted it.

“I do!! I do, I do wish it was your mouth!” Y/N was out of breath, a panting, whining mess as she tried to keep her eyes open and looking into his. Her mouth felt dry, lips opening and parting in search for her voice. Feeling his grip strengthen on her jaw, she blinked up at him doing her best to gather the spit in the back of her throat.

It was filthy, the sound she made when she spat on his hand. There was a long strand of spit following her bottom lip, she didn’t even bother cleaning it up. Y/N felt like he would enjoy the visual. Blinking a few tears away from her eyes, she let out a moan feeling herself getting closer to an orgasm with the added pressure she applied.

“I’m so close, baby, can I? please, please, pleaseeee”

Harry looked down at her. How she was begging him, how she looked wrecked just from the toy and her slightly trembles. A line of spit connecting her lip and his hand, it was a filthy, beautiful fucking sight that had him gripping his cock with his now wet hand and stroking himself, covering the length with the mess and taking in the sight in front of him.

“Go. Cum for me, sweet girl.” He wanted her to let go first. Make her loose and soft and pliant for him to be the most at ease she could. His hand stroked himself in slow drags, watching as he looked above her as she arched up and shook. Her grip on the toy loosened as she began to tremble but he took a risk, placing his hand on hers and pressing it to her cunt even harder.

The suction of the toy on her clit had sparks going from her bones, Harry watching as the orgasm began to take over her. “That’s my girl. Come on… let go. Makin’ me so fucking hard, look so fucking beautiful. Go.”

He didn’t mind his fingertips getting wet, didn’t mind how she was chasing the feeling. Eyes focused on hers and how they began to roll back. “For me.”

The feeling was indescribable.

With one last throaty groan and gasp of air, Y/N felt one of the strongest orgasms she’d had take over her body and soul. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this a thousand times before on her own, but Harry being there made all the difference.

“Harry…” She breathed out pathetically, allowing her hand to reach up and rest just above his hip. The small sliver of skin she felt warm to the touch, toned yet perfectly soft. He was everything she ever dreamed he’d be and more.

Even in her post orgasmic state she was too focused on how angry his cock looked, how she desperately wanted him to feel just as she just had. She could think about her actions later. Abandoning her toy she shifted so she was sitting up, guiding Harry to fully relax beside her.

“Please let me… let me touch you.” She whispered, aching to mount him and smother him in her affections like she had been waiting for this whole time. She felt wild with desire, wanting nothing more than to satisfy the man who’d shown her nothing but respect.

Harry initiated contact first, using his free hand to card through her hair and push it back as it had gotten a bit messy in her activities. Being gentle and tender with her as she had just fucking came for him, he was soft with her and searched her face for her true emotion.

She wanted to touch him.

“I suppose you can. You were a very good girl.” He sighed, moving his thumb and brushing over her bottom lip. There was no resistance when he pushed it into her mouth, immediately taking it in and beginning to suck on it.

It was fucking sexy. Pushing the digit inside and pulling it almost all the way out, just to press it further back and press down on her tongue, he watched her cheeks hollow as she tried to show him just how good her mouth could be.

“You are a slut, aren’t you?” His tone was gentle. “Greedy. But I like you like this. You’re being so good and not jumping on me like I know you want to. Sucking on my finger like it’s my cock… is that what you want?” He paused, pulling his finger out of her mouth and smearing her own spit over the bottom lip, dragging it down before it snapped back into place.

“Do you want to feel my cock down your throat, sweet girl? Do you think you can handle it? Much bigger than your toys.”’

“I can do it!” She exclaimed, voice hoarse from the strain she had put on her throat. “I can— I can make you feel so good.” Y/N reached farther up his shirt, nails digging into his back just enough to get the reaction she was looking for.

“Let me see you,” She whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning over the skin of his neck. Y/N dared to pressed her lips just below his ear, keeping it gentle though she wanted more. He had treated her with such care today and she’d be damned if she didn’t do the same for him.

With a soft hum, Harry paused his movements and tugged off his shirt in one swift motion. He couldn’t help but smile at the look of udder adoration she had plastered on her face. But despite his cock aching for release, he still felt he needed to ask.

“You’ve been holding back for so long… why?” Harry asked, hissing when he felt his own hand on his cock be replaced by her own. Slowly as to not alarm her, he gently leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“D-didn’t think you saw me in that way…” It was true. She figured if he was interested he’d make it known just like all the others had. Thought maybe Mitch would tell her but he didn’t budge, neither did Sarah. So she stuck to her pining only to be left confused that night at the Halloween party. “And I don’t take rejection well.”’

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” He genuinely was. “I didn’t want you to feel… objectified. Didn’t want you to think I was like the rest of them. Just wanting your body.” He cupped the side of her neck, letting his nose drag over her cheek.

Harry had struggled internally with going for her or not. She had always said she enjoyed the single life… “Always said you were enjoying being single… I didn’t want t’make you feel awkward. M’not the type of man who shares someone. But I see you aren’t either.” He never assumed she was someone who was easy. She just enjoyed sex. But Harry liked commitment. He liked definition in relationships.

“Do you like me, sweetheart?” He was trying his best to keep himself smooth and soft. It’s how he liked to do things. A softer form of being a dominant man. “Like me more than just wanting my cock? Hm? I need to know before we do anything else.” It was a gentle warning.

“If we do it… I don’t share. You can make all the videos you want. But no one outside of that can touch you. A job is a job. But this… intimacy, vulnerability… I want to own it.”

Own her.

Her eyes searched his for any hint of dishonesty, but she never found any. She’d never had. Y/N couldn’t believe he was actually suggesting she be his entirely, she would be convinced it was all a dream if she couldn’t feel the weight of his cock in the palm of her hand.

“I like you so much, Harry— I always have,” Y/N spoke as she continued to thumb just behind the head of his cock. “You were never like everyone else, it made me nervous. Didn’t know how to act around you, was scared you’d find out how I really was and wouldn’t like it anymore.” With a little more confidence and a little added pressure to his cock she continued.

“I was always yours to take.” Y/N couldn’t deny it. If this is how being with Harry felt every time, she’d never need anyone else ever again. “You already own me, don’t you see…”

Harry liked the sound of that.

He lowered his lips to hers, unable to stop it. Pressing into her mouth with a pleased hum, claiming that mouth as his own. Her confession for to him. Stroking his ego and his damn cock at the same time, calling herself his already.

It had been going at a slow boil. Stolen glances and time together at parties where he kept his respectful distance– except the one time he had gotten drunk and was unable to control his want for her, giving into the need to be close. Now he had permission.

She tasted like cherry, tart and sweet and his favorite fruit. Holding the side of her neck and placing his hand over hers, guiding her to stroke him a bit harder. Showing her it wouldn’t hurt.

“I like you too, baby.” He murmured against her mouth. “Give yourself to me… and I’ll give myself to you. Prettiest work of art I’ve ever seen. And you’ll let me own it.” His hand moved to cover her whole throat, a steady grip but not squeezing. Just a sign of his ownership.

“My best girl. Giving yourself to me… that’s exactly what I wanted. Keep stroking… but I want your mouth. Show me how good my girl is.” He gave a gentle squeeze to her throat, biting her lower lip just slightly before letting go.

Now that she was his she felt like nothing could stop her. It wasn’t that she needed him to thrive, but rather, she finally had someone to care for her in a way that she couldn’t care for herself.

Chasing his lips for once final sloppy kiss, Y/N pushed his chest until he softly landed among the pillows of her bed. She wasted no time with teasing or kisses, they her both had enough of that. Instead, she held eye contact as she gathered the spit from her mouth to cover him all over again.

“Next time you’ll be doing the spitting yeah? In my mouth preferably.” She told him as a matter of factly, not giving him a chance for rebuttal as she wrapped her lips around his red tip.

“Such a perfect cock.” She hummed as she pulled off, sponging kisses up and down his length before running over the same spots with her tongue. “So fucking sexy, do you even know? How all the girls on campus talk about you?” Y/N cooed, returning his cock to her warm and wet mouth.

Holy fuck.

Harry dipped his head back as he felt her mouth cover the tip, his hand grabbing the fistful of hair and keeping it out of her face as she sunk her mouth down slightly.

He hadn’t expected her to switch so quickly but god, it was fucking hot. Given the go ahead, she was going to show him exactly how good and dirty she could be. Spitting in her mouth? He would be more than happy to do that. He would be making a mess of her at some point, but right now he felt light headed with her lips worshipping his cock.

“Fuck…” he swallowed, eyes closing as he took in the perfect heat and her tongue running over the ridge as she sucked. “No, I don’t know how they talk about me, baby.” It was true. He wasn’t too well versed in the gossip, in his own little world. “Why don’t you tell me what they say. Spit on it, get it wet. Tell me what the girls say about me.”

“Have everyone wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even know it? Hmm.” This time around she wasn’t so slow with it, spitting on his cock in a manner that would make even the devil blush. Y/N smirked, using her tongue to spread it around, lips kissing and sucking the sides of his shaft every now and then.

“Pouty lips, dreamy eyes, dimples, but fuck do they love your thighs.” Y/N hummed and leaned down to capture part of his inner thigh between her teeth for a second before kissing and licking over the area. “I can’t blame them, though, can I baby? Always look so good in your pants hmm, fit you so well… think about riding them all the time.” She took his cock into her mouth again, moaning against him at the thought.

“And your arms…” She spoke breathlessly, spitting on his dick once again. “These girls would give anything for you to smile their way, but none of them catch your eye though do they, hmm? It’s just me.” The smile she had on was evil, lowering her head down on to him once again. This time determined to make him finish.

She was naughty.

Harry got his first glimpse. Naughty and possessive. At least they matched. It was beyond hot, hearing her talk about him like that and then preen over the fact it was only her who got his eye.

“Fuck me… mmm, it is just you, angel. Christ. Such a good fucking mouth.” She didn’t hold back at all. The girl was making a mess, not worried about anything other than making him cum. Her sweet voice was laced with arousal, hand sticky with a mix of them both, and Harry was in heaven.

“Always been told m’a bit of a narcissist, but hearing that makes me very happy.” He stroked her hair, watching every centimeter she took into her mouth as her lips stretched around him.

“Made you jealous, baby? Hearing them say all these things… but now you’ve got my cock down your throat in your bed. Got me callin’ you my best fucking girl. God, you take it so well.” His eyes blurred as he felt her choke a bit on it, tugging her hair to pull her up.

“Careful, fuck. Feels so good but I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He watched her face panic as he pulled her away from his cock, making him smile. He felt crazy, but in a good way.

“Who are you going to brag to now that m’yours, hm? Tell me.” He wanted to hear more. Stroking himself with his hand wrapped around hers again but keeping him from her mouth. “Want to watch their faces fall when they find out m’yours? You’re a vengeful little thing. Sexy girl.”

“Mmm won’t have much time for bragging, I doubt I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.” Y/N wasn’t at all shy, especially not about PDA. It wouldn’t be long till the two of them saw each other on campus and with their relationship now secure and confirmed, she had no problems with showing off what was hers.

“You make me so fucking horny for no reason at all, I feel like a teenage boy sometimes the way I want to jump your bones.” She groaned, feeling the warmth return to her cheeks. “I wanna make you cum.” The girl looked like a pleading puppy, “I wanna make you feel so good, Harry, tell me how I can make you feel good? Anything you want…”

Harry let out a dark chuckle, lips finding hers again in a few sloppy pecks. He couldn’t believe this was the same girl from earlier or even the one he knew around his friends. He was pleased with how obedient she was but knew this all stemmed from a place a hurt, a desire to be nurtured and for a sense of belonging.

“You already are making me feel good, my angel girl.” He soothed. The poor thing wanted to please him, and she was more than she could ever anticipate. “Just take me the way you want now. Been so well behaved for me, my girl. I want to cum down your throat and taste it on you, yeah? Then we can take our pretty pictures.”

There wasn’t much room for debate because as soon as he loosened the grip, she surged back for his cock, taking it between her lips and taking as much as she could, losing herself in the actions. No shame at all.

Harry fucking loved it.

“Yes, that’s it. Doin’ so fucking perfect.” He groaned lowly into the air, head tilted back with the pleasure of the suction. “Talented little mouth, and it’s all mine. Suck it– mmm, you know how I like it already.” There would be little teaching with her sexually because she was able to do exactly what he wanted already– and that was a gift.

“Close. So close– give me your eyes.” The request was intimate. He wanted to see her eyes. “Tip, focus on that… fuck, use your hand. That’s my fucking girl… Shit.” the praises fell from his mouth easily, rewarding her for her efforts.

It wasn’t long before he was twitching in her mouth, the pulsing showing her that her speed and motions of her tongue right over the ridge was doing its job perfectly. “Gonna cum.”

Y/N was pleased with herself as she felt hot strings of cum fill her throat and mouth. Tearing up a bit, she didn’t stop her actions. Instead, she continued sucking him till he was just as much of a whiny sensitive mess as she had been.

“Baby, baby, please…” He pleaded, pulling her off of him by the back of her head and guiding her lips to his for a passionate kiss. Harry was breathless, but he couldn’t stop kissing her. It was arguably to hottest sex he had ever had. Never had anyone who was so willing and eager to please him, it made both his ego and his confidence grow.

“So… perfect.” Harry cooed, pressing sweet kisses all along her cheeks, jaw, and neck. “Nice and relaxed for me to take some pictures now, yeah?”

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The breaking point

Part 2 of Beyond the Limit (can also be read as a standalone)

Spencer realizes that being dominant doesn’t always require him to be rough, especially when he has complete control over your body.

warnings: (18+, MDNI) soft dom spence because there’s a lot of praising in this one, reader in lingerie, orgasm control or edging, overstimulation, reader gets cockdrunk (idk how to explain it better), a little cockwarming at the end

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a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while and i finally finished it, i don’t usually do a part two for my oneshots but…i’m actually tempted to do more

You were a tease—a goddamn tease. Spencer knew he needed to work on his self-control, but it was hard to keep his composure when you had the ability to stir desire within him. It was perplexing, given that there was a time when thoughts of anything remotely sexual never even crossed his mind.

For the majority of his life, intimacy had been a foreign concept. While he occasionally felt a pang of jealousy witnessing everyone around him find love, he managed just fine without it. He suspected it was partly a defense mechanism, channeling his focus toward other aspects of his life—such as his mother's health, for example—to avoid dwelling on what he lacked.

But then all his beliefs shattered when you came crashing into his life. Suddenly, everything he thought he knew about himself was thrown away. Your presence sparked a fire within him that he never knew existed and he found himself craving the intimacy he had once dismissed as unnecessary.

He wasn't even aware of how touch-starved he was until he met you, and now it was hard to maintain that last thread of self-control he possessed. It wasn't that he didn't want to give in, but rather, he feared the intensity of his own desires, afraid that he might enjoy it more than he anticipated.

Because did he have to be rough with you for him to be satisfied, now that he had once known how it felt like? But how could he indulge in such temptation when you looked so utterly beautiful right now, so delicate, so precious in his eyes?

How could he even fathom ruining your perfection with roughness?

"Spence?" You nervously asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Your confidence was starting to dissipate as his eyes slowly traveled down your body, taking in the lingerie you chose to surprise him. Although this was not the reaction you were hoping for. "Do you not... like it?"

Spencer's gaze lingered on you, his expression was unreadable for a moment before a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"No, no, it's not that," he reassured you, putting down the book he had been reading on the bedside table before you walked into your shared bedroom. He reached his hand out, motioning you to come closer. "It's just... you caught me off guard, that's all."

You approached him cautiously and as you stepped closer, you noticed the tension in his shoulders easing, replaced by a soft warmth in his eyes. His hand found its place on your waist, drawing you closer and you instinctively fell on his lap, your knees dipping onto the bed on each side of his thighs.

Feeling his arousal right between your legs, you couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips. "So you do like it," you murmured, a hint of satisfaction lacing your words.

"Like it? Sweetheart, that's an understatement," he replied. His calloused palms traveled along your sides as he took in the way the lace material hugged your curves.

The lilac-colored lingerie set on your body accentuated your figure perfectly. Both pieces were see-through, granting him a glimpse of your chest and lower region. The delicate edges of the top were adorned with more of the soft fabric, cascading over your stomach and back in a gentle, stunningly pretty way.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer whispered as he traced the intricate patterns of the fabric with his fingertips. "Absolutely breathtaking."

His touch sent shivers down your spine. You leaned into him, relishing the warmth and tenderness of his touch as one of his hands moved up your arm before resting behind your neck, pulling you closer to him.

His lips touched yours gently, sending a thrill coursing through your body. He nipped at your bottom lip, his touch both teasing and tender and as he sucked on it softly, a low moan escaped you. He then deepened the kiss, his tongue gently pushing into your mouth, and you kissed him back eagerly, your lips moving in perfect sync with his.

When he finally pulled away, you were left breathless, but he didn't stop giving you attention. His mouth made its way down to your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses along your skin and you couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him completely. He then sucked on the spot below your ear, his lips creating a deliciously pleasurable sensation that made you moan softly in response.

You could feel his smile against your skin as he continued to travel further down, his lips leaving a trail of heat along your neck and collarbone. At the same time, his fingers pulled down the strap of your lingerie top, the material gracefully falling down your body, revealing more of your skin.

"Beautiful," he whispered as if it was the first time he laid his eyes on you, even if the two of you lost count long ago. His name slipped from your lips the moment his wide palms were pressed to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and your nipples hardened beneath his touch.

Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, and your breathing quickened in response when his thumb traced over your sensitive peak, sending electric sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. Spencer watched the way your eyes widened with desire, his own filled with a hunger that mirrored yours. And when he leaned closer, wrapping his soft lips around it, you were instantly gone.

The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, eliciting the most sinful sound you weren't even aware of making. It was like music to his ears, fueling his desire to please you even more. He continued to suck on your skin, giving the same attention to each breasts, his movements growing more fervent with each passing moment.

When he felt your hips bucking against his, he let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure. He softly drew back your nipple, your supple skin following his pull before he released it with a soft pop. Your skin glistened from his saliva, and honestly, Spencer had never seen such a splendid sight before.

The way you were grinding against him over his cotton pants frantically sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins. He could feel the thin fabric of your sheer panties pressing between your cunt, and with each movement, he could see glimpses of soft, bare skin glistening under the light, driving him wild with longing.

A primal need surged within him, a need to devour you, to lose control and indulge in the raw intensity. He craved to run his rough hands along your body, to explore every inch of your skin and claim you as his own. But he couldn't—not when you were the one in control as you sought pleasure in the way your hips moved against his.

So instead, his hands found purchase on your hips, guiding you to move faster. "That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going."

You obeyed, pressing your aching heat against his cock, rolling your hips rapidly as a whimper of his name escaped you. You felt yourself growing hot and needy, your arousal dripping through your panties to coat his flesh beneath you, soaking through fabrics.

"Look at how wet you are," he mused, his voice laced with desire as he observed your flushed state and the evidence of your arousal staining the fabric between you. "Does this feel good?"

Your only response was another desperate moan, your body consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being with him. What started lazy and slow soon turned into sporadic thrusts as you tried to cling to any friction. Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, and your body quivered with a delicious ache. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn't enough.

"I need to feel you," you breathed out quickly, and before he could register what was happening, your fingers were pulling down his pants frantically. Sensing your desperation, he was quick to push the fabric down as his cock sprung free.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you lift your hips above him, taking him by the base with one of your hands while the other pushed the material of your panties to the side. He groaned when you pressed the tip of his cock to your dripping entrance.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice. Spencer always made sure you were fully ready, either with his fingers or mouth—or even with your own fingers. But you were already wet enough, and you couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside you.

You nodded eagerly, the need for him overpowering any hesitation. "Please," you begged, your voice pleading and desperate. "I need you now."

Both of you watched in awe as his girth stretched your clenched walls, the sensation of being filled to the brim overwhelming your senses. It wasn't the first time this happened, but it felt like a new sensation each time, and you found yourself instinctively clenching around him, eager to feel him even deeper inside you.

"Fuck," you whimpered, allowing yourself a moment to adjust to his size. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as you squeezed yourself around him. With a slow, deliberate motion, you lifted your hips, feeling him ease out of you, only to lower yourself onto him again.

The sensation of him sliding back inside you made you gasp, a rush of pleasure washing over you as you took him deeper. His groan reverberated through your body, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you. As his head fell back against the headboard, you couldn't help but whimper, the words tumbling from your lips without much thought.

"You fill me up so good," you confessed, your voice laced with desire as you rolled your hips against him. Your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his soft stomach clench underneath your fingertips with every upstroke of your hips. "Take this off, baby."

With a low growl of approval, Spencer complied, swiftly removing his shirt and tossing it aside. Without hesitation, your hands trailed over his chest, reveling in the sensation of his smooth skin beneath your fingertips, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.

He watched you intently, captivated by the raw display of pleasure that painted your features. The way your face twisted in ecstasy, the way your mouth hung open in silent gasps, the way your breasts bounced with every movement—all of it drove him to the edge of his self-control.

As you quickened your pace, he felt his restraint slipping away, the urge to claim you completely becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Each time you clenched around him, it became harder for him to hold back. And as always, you could tell. You could feel the tension in his grip on your hips, the way his fingers dug into your flesh with a possessive urgency.

You slowed your hips, bringing your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "You're doing it again."

His gaze met yours, filled with a mixture of desire and frustration. He knew exactly what you were referring to. "I... I can't help it. You drive me crazy."

"I know that," you responded, stilling for a moment as you kept him buried deep inside you. "I just need you to do something about it."

He slowly shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," you assured him, your voice filled with confidence as you leaned closer, bumping your nose against him seductively. "Come on, I know how much you want to be in control."

When he didn't respond, you pushed him even further, your lips tantalizingly close to his as you whispered your seductive taunt.

"I know you want more," you teased. "Don't you want to take control? Lie me on my back and fuck me until I can't think anymore? Until I beg you to stop while you use my body over and over again?"

"Don't tempt me," he choked out, his voice thick with longing and restraint.

But you weren't finished yet. "Yeah?" you challenged, your tone daring as you buried your hand in his disheveled, sweaty hair. "Then I dare you to."

You tugged on his roots.

"Fuck me, Spencer." You nipped on his bottom lip. "Fuck me real good."

His breath caught in his throat at your bold words, his heart pounding rapidly. With a shaky exhale, he met your gaze, the intensity in his eyes burning brighter than ever before.

And then, in a sudden surge of boldness, he surprised you, flipping you onto your back as you let out an amused squeal. But your laughter was quickly drowned out by the heat of his lips crashing down on yours.

He kissed you feverishly, with a messy and desperate hunger that left you breathless. He clung onto you as if you were the very air he needed to survive. He was devouring you as if you were the most delicious meal he had ever encountered, and he savored every moment, every sensation, swallowing your desperate moans.

And then he pulled out and you whimpered at the loss but any hint of disappointment vanished as you watched him shed his last piece of clothing. Then with deliberate slowness, he reached for your panties, his eyes locked on yours as he dragged them up your leg, savoring the sight of the damp fabric clinging to your skin.

When he finally discarded it on the floor, he wasted no time in grabbing one of your legs. With deliberate tenderness, he began trailing soft kisses along the inner part of your thigh, each gentle press of his lips sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. Your breath quickened as you watched him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I'm not going to be rough," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving yours as he planted soft kisses right at the edge of your drenching heat, teasingly close to where you craved him most. He then crawled over your body, settling himself between your legs, his gaze locked on yours.

"But I am going to use you," he murmured, his words sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "You'll let me do that, won't you?"

As he hovered above you, his weight supported by his arms, you watched a strand of his outgrown hair fall over his eyes. With a gentle touch, you reached out and tucked it behind his ear, a soft smile playing on your lips as you nodded in response.

"Say it," he urged. "Tell me you're mine to use."

You met his gaze, your own eyes dark with longing and anticipation. "I'm yours," you whispered, and when you felt his tip pressing into your entrance once again, you gasped. "I-I’m yours to use."

In one swift motion, he filled you again with a hard thrust that had you arching your back, a strangled moan escaping your lips as pleasure surged through you. "S-Spence..."

"Good girl," he praised, his words sending shivers down your spine as he kissed your cheek. His hips began to roll into you, setting a rhythm that drove you wild. "My good, pretty girl."

You whined in response, the sound music to his ears as he continued to thrust into you at a steady rhythm. He relished the way you responded to him, the way you surrendered to the pleasure he was giving you. He wanted to use the way you were satisfied, to use the way you wanted him, to take you to the brink of ecstasy.

He wanted to use you in every way possible, to make you his in every sense of the word.

Spencer never considered himself a possessive person, but when it came to you, he wanted to be the one you surrendered to completely. And in this moment, he had never felt more in control. It was intoxicating, the power he held over you, the way you willingly gave yourself to him.

That was why when he felt you clenching around him, knowing you were so close to your peak, he stopped. He wanted to draw out this moment, to savor every sensation, every sound you made, every breath that escaped your lips. He wanted to draw out your pleasure until you were begging for release, until you were completely and utterly his.

"Why—" you gasped. "Why did you stop?"

He smiled down at you. "Because I want to make you feel good, Angel," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "And I want to take my time doing it."

Your head fell back, and you couldn't help but bite your lip to suppress a moan. His use of the term Angel always had a way of melting your resolve, and you knew he was fully aware of the effect it had on you.

"Be patient," he chided before burying his head in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin gently. Then, he resumed moving his hips, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. It felt incredible, but you couldn't shake the desire for him to fuck you harder.

"More," you cried out, feeling as if you were in a deep haze.

"Yeah? Spread your legs wider then."

You whimpered at his simple command, your shuddering legs gradually spreading a few inches wider. It was becoming harder to breathe from the way he was pushing you into the mattress, but you welcomed the pleasure, craving more of him.

Your hands clawed at his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks from your nails as you desperately sought something to hold onto. The intense pleasure coiled tightly in your gut, making you feel as if you were gasping for air while your head swam with overwhelming sensations.

Your moans became more fragmented with every stroke of his hips, your thoughts clouded by the pulsating ache between your legs. All you could focus on was the overwhelming sensation building within you, traveling along your body. You were so close—and then it stopped.

It simply stopped right at the edge, and you couldn't feel anything but a raw need. It was incredibly frustrating as you caught him smiling down at you. You whined and bucked your hips, chasing the tight warmth you had so suddenly been denied.

Your breath came out in short, ragged gasps. "You're evil," you managed to say, your voice trembling with need. "I-I was so close..."

"Too soon," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed his lips to yours. "Just imagine how good it'll be once I finally let you come."

Spencer then slowly pulled away, his eyes tracing every detail of your trembling form—the way your mouth was slackened open, the way your hair sprawled across the sheets, the way your eyes fluttered closed yet struggled to remain open. He noticed them glistening with unshed tears, on the verge of falling, and a pang of guilt tugged at his heart.

He knew he was pushing you to your limits, but he couldn't help himself. He was simply using you, just like you asked him to. But seeing the tears welling in your eyes, a wave of tenderness washed over him, and he leaned down to kiss them away, whispering soft words of comfort.

"Shhh, it's okay," he murmured. Although his words were spoken softly, there was nothing gentle about the way he continued to fuck you. "You can take it. Hold on a little bit longer, I promise."

A choked sob escaped you as he pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, murmuring soothing words. One of his hands reached between you, settling on the lower part of your stomach before pressing down gently as he felt the outline of cock moving inside you. He let out a groan, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"That’s it, Angel," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "You're taking me so well."

You whimpered almost pathetically as everything started to blur. You were a sweaty mess, both of you were, his skin gliding along yours effortlessly as he continued to thrust into you. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, so sticky, so messy, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

The throbbing between your legs was starting to burn, but at the same time, it felt so good—the way he was stretching you, the way you could feel him moving in and out of you. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, it was all too much but also not enough.

"S-Spence..." you whined, your head spinning with pleasure, almost too delirious as drool seeped down the corner of your lips. "Pl-Please, I-I can't—"

A soft chuckle escaped him as he watched you struggle to form coherent words. "Alright, alright, I got you," he murmured reassuringly. "On three now. Can you be a good girl and come at the count of three?"

You nodded weakly. "Yes, yes," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breaths.

"That's my girl," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "One..."

Your breath hitched as anticipation built within you. Obscene wet noises filled your ears as he continued to fuck you, and with each number, his thrusts grew more deliberate, more intense.

"Two..."

You whined and he swallowed your moans, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. You couldn't form any coherent words. You couldn't even think. It was too fucking much and you were on the verge of your breaking point.

And then, on the final count, he drove into you with such force that it sent you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"Three," he whispered as he pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connected your parted mouths.

You gasped, holding onto him tightly as waves of pleasure consumed you. Your senses overwhelmed, your vision blurred with white-hot intensity, and tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you teetered on the edge of overstimulation.

T-Too much—You can't. You fucking can't.

The sensation never seemed to end and you found yourself surrendering to it, your mind going blank. It was as if you were intoxicated by the heady sensation, your senses dulled and heightened all at once, drunk on his touch. Your body felt so wet, so sensitive, so overwhelmed by the sheer force of your climax.

And when you thought it couldn't get any more intense, he proved you wrong by rutting his hips even harder with so much force as he chased his own high. He tucked his head in your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he moaned into your ear. With a few final thrusts, he drove into you deeply, his body tensing as he released himself inside you.

You were tired, so overwhelmingly spent, and as you both came down from the high, you gasped and trembled, your body finally relaxing from the pent-up tension. Your eyes felt glassy and unfocused, blinking slowly as you registered his murmured praises against your neck and shoulder.

He gently pulled away, and you winced as you felt him still throbbing inside you. Slowly, he searched for your eyes, his gaze filled with tenderness, and sighed in relief when you looked up at him with a tired yet blissful smile on your lips.

He smiled softly, relieved by your response. "You're okay."

You nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Hmm," you murmured, running your fingers along his damp hair. "I'm more than okay."

He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You did so well," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I'm so proud of you."

You giggled. "Me? I never thought you could be tempted to do that so easily."

He chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours. "You have that effect on me," he confessed. "Besides, it's hard to resist you."

"I am pretty irresistible, aren't I?"

"Absolutely," he replied as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face. He shifted his weight and started to pull out, only for you to wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in place.

"No, no," you pleaded. "Stay inside me for a while."

He paused, looking down at you with a smile. "We need to clean up."

"And we will." You ran a hand over his shoulder. "Just... give me five minutes."

He sighed, his resolve melting under your pleading gaze. "Alright, five minutes," he agreed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "But then we really need to clean up."

You responded with a soft hum, snuggling closer to him as he shifted toward the empty space on the bed. With a gentle gesture, he pulled you on top of him, enveloping you in his arms as you sprawled across his body.

You let out a sigh, tucking your face into the crook of his neck with the rhythm of his heart beating against your own. And as you savored the sensation of him still pulsing inside you, you smiled peacefully—you have never felt so complete.

I'm tempted to turn this into a series of one-shots where he and Reader explore new kinks together... or like how they try to navigate their relationship. I'm really, really tempted.

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anxieteeeaa · 1 year

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Mixing Business With Pleasure

“Pleasing is an online platform and app created by Harry Edward Styles. With it, people can pay for content (photos, videos and live streams) via a monthly membership. Content is mainly created by YouTubers, models, content creators and public figures in order to monetise their profession.”

Meet Harry, the founder and CEO of “Pleasing”. His goal is to create a social media platform for sex workers, performers, porn artists and other content creators to expand their platforms. With “Pleasing” you can choose different subscription tiers, each tier provides different things such as free commissions, one on one time with the performer via video-chat and more!

Meet Lauren, the face of “Pleasing”

Lauren is a 24 year old performer at the strip club “Pleasure Point” which is also run by Harry. Lauren has been a performer for 3 years now, being one of the top rated performers in the sex industry. With her streaming platform she has over 7.8 million followers and is known as “A force to be reckoned with”.

Harry’s the one who helped Lauren rise to fame, why has he changed his mind all of a sudden??

moodboard xx

playlist-

i see red - everybody loves an outlaw

i don’t do drugs - doja cat ft. ariana grande

call out my name- the weekend

bad idea- dove cameron

side to side- ariana grande

treat me- chlöe

need to know- doja cat

another man’s jeans- ashe

sucker- jonas brothers

if i had you- adam lambert

she- harry styles

hope you’re not happy- ashe

expectations- lauren jauregui

inferno- sun urban, bella poarch

often- the weeknd

god is a woman- ariana grande

hrs and hrs- muni long

material girl- saucy santana

u are my high- dj snake, future

you right- doja cat, the weeknd

angels like you- miley cyrus

freak- doja cat

megan’s piano- megan thee stallion

smokin’ out the window- silk sonic

HIIII! i got a request and added a bit of a twist to it!! so so excited to get this started!! i hope you like it!! there’s been so much going on in my life (good and bad but mainly bad LOL) so i’m really sorry i haven’t been on here that often! but i’m working on new blurbs!

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hoshigray · 8 months

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MAPPA gave Nanami such beautiful hands that they never fail to make you feel things.

a/n: Bye, the trailer JUST came out, and I can't get over how good they made Nanami, so I'm writing out this to put myself together. @satoruhour pushed me on to write this so ty swee-T-pie, love u sm 💓 this is just like when they released that hidden inventory trailer and i drooled over Toji's hands help 💀 so yeah this is just me writing a short smthn for kento's hands, sorry not sorry. also tysm for 1.9k!!!

cw: Nanami x fem/afab! reader - first soft then smutty, so minors DNI - h@nd h0lding - soft dom! Nanami bc yes - fingering (f! receiving) - hand kink (ig?) - fingers in reader's mouth - pet names (angel, love, sweet girl) - praise - clitoral play - you and Nanami in a cute domestic relationship ♡

wc: 950

You love Kento Nanami's hands. It's no secret to yourself because it's the truth. But you can't blame yourself; you can't help it! There are so many moments with him where you can't help but admire the man's big hands, and honestly, it's embarrassing at this point. It's a guilty pleasure that makes you feel such pleasant emotions, makes you want him more and more.

Even before the two of you expressed courtship, there were days when you'd encounter and have idle chitchat with the stoic man, and those were days that were hard to go through when you had such a tremendous crush on the guy. So much so that you'd drift your gaze away from his feline mocha eyes masked by his eyepiece. Instead, you'd look at his hands, admiring how beautiful and big they are. Aside from his face, they were the only thing visible from his dapper suit. Not that you complained, though. The more you saw and talked with Nanami, the more you marveled at his hands in your thoughts.

And when you two finally started dating, things were going slow and steady. Just as the two of you wanted — no rush at all. But a memory you hold dear to your heart was when the two of you walked home in the cold winter. The chilly breeze sent shivers down your spine, and your nose found breathing tricky in the extreme temperature change. Not to mention you forgot your mittens at home. Just my luck...

However, it wasn't all that bad. After all, your boyfriend (it felt a little weird calling him that) offered to walk you to your place, sticking close to your side, which was a rarity back then. Heat finally found its way up to your cold cheeks when Nanami took the initiative to grab ahold of your hand with his, the size difference making it easy to exchange warmth. "Here," he said so nonchalantly it almost felt like a dream. "Don't want the wind to blow you off the sidewalk." It was such an airy gag from the usually silent man, yet you chuckled and held his hand tighter, the cold overlooked throughout the rest of the walk.

Even watching him doing the most ordinary things is a sight. Whether he's washing dishes, making the bed, or cutting vegetables for the next meal he was cooking for you two, your eyes would always find their way to his deft hands. Rugged palms moving swiftly and gracefully, veins that stem from the back trail upwards to his forearm, and thick fingers with scars so faded with time that you'd have to be very close to see them. You're so in love with him — with his hands. They make you feel safe and secure, warm and loved. Specifically in times when you two are close to each other. Whether it's you resting on his chest as he reads a book while rubbing circles on your back or holding hands with you two walking around the vicinity, it couldn't get any better.

...Well, perhaps now as you're lying on the bed with your back to his chest, succumbing to his touch as one hand cups your cheeks while the other burrows inside your panties — his fingers intruding between your folds and playing with your leaky entrance staining the underwear with your come.

"Ooooh, Kentooo..." You moan to his thick digits in your vulva, scraping your spongey walls that result in high wails. He rubs your cheeks and maneuvers your face to the side so he can lay kisses on your neck, and you melt under his lips with a blissful hum.

"Open your legs a bit more for me, angel." His command is hushed to your ears. You follow his instructions and spread your legs further apart, and he rewards you with another finger added to your chasm. Now both the fore and middle digits slide deep into you, and the brush of his thumb on your clit results in sudden wails. "Good, that's my sweet girl."

His fingers graze your insides expertly, having you writhe on him with how good he's making you feel with just his fingers alone. The speed of his digits increases by the second, and you can feel the wave start rising in your body. Your body jolts with every scrape of his fingertips, pornographic whines fly out your mouth, and your face gets hotter and hotter.

"Haaaah!! Mmnnn...Kento, I'm so close. 'S so close, I'm—Mmmph!?" You don't get to finish that sentence when Nanami stuffs his free fingers into your mouth, your tongue immediately coating the two digits with your saliva.

"Go on, come on me, love." His sweet words were what it took for everything to come crashing down, the fingers in your cunt quicken in pace, and his thumb flicking on your clitoris — causing you to grab onto his forearm. Scratching the clothed limb and heavy pants drawing inward, your cunt clamps around on his fingers as your orgasm comes to pull you in for a euphoric release.

And Nanami lets your body experience the shocks on top of him, laying precious kisses on your temple and cheeks. He slowly removes his digits from your satisfied cunt with a whimper from your puffy lips. "Did so well like always, angel." In your daze, you still share a smile and welcome his lips on yours.

Like you said before — Nanami's hands are your guilty pleasure in more ways than one. And it feels so good to know he reciprocates those desires with mutual love. If such a gorgeous and attentive man can have you under him with just his sheer touch, then so be it.

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wandasaura · 2 months

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THE ONE YOU REACHED FOR

summary — after you decide to be a brat as a means to get natasha’s attention, she punishes you, though wanda thinks she’s entirely too soft

warning(s) — married wandanat, dom/sub relationship, bratting, punishment, grinding, humiliation, spanking, orgasm control, daddy kink, minor choking, strap-on usage, degrading, praise, oh so much reassurance, aftercare, wanda being a menace, reader being a menace right back, essentially enemies to lovers but reader’s stubborn, men/minors dni

authors note — this series was inspired by gold rush on ao3! i highly recommend checking it out! that being said, i may have gotten carried away with this dynamic but i absolutely adore wandanat and the budding relationship between wanda and r (even if r is too stubborn to see it yet), apart of the you are in love universe

you are in love universe

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Natasha’s office was cold. Your legs and arms were adorned in a layer of goosebumps that even a night in the Antarctic would envy, but she made no indication that she even noticed your violent shivering. You were just thankful she hadn’t made you face the wall, at least now you could watch as she sifted through emails and excel word documents with ease. Your nose scrunched in disgust when you caught sight of a particularly grueling math equation, but she had tackled it with grace, something she did frequently. Nothing could rattle her composure, not even your brattiness on the hottest summer day New Jersey had seen all season.

You heard Wanda’s footsteps before you saw her, but there was no doubt in your mind that the auburn-haired Sokovian was the one coming up the stairs. Nobody else had a key to the house, nobody save from you and well, you were already inside. The Maximoff’s were a high profile couple. Even before you’d gotten into a relationship with Natasha had you known of their existence. It was hard not to know of them, their multi-billion dollar law firm was at the top of its game and every celebrity and major corporation wanted them on their side. You’d want them on your side too if it ever came down to it, but thankfully you’d managed to stay out of trouble. Legally at least.

You saw Wanda before Natasha did, though you knew the scarlet-haired woman had heard her office door squeak on its hinges when she entered. Your cheeks flushed pink when Wanda’s eyes met yours and she raised a questioning brow at your predicament. She didn’t address you, no she completely ignored you in favor of sparking up conversation with her wife, the woman you had initially sought attention from.

“What’s she doing here?” Wanda questioned smoothly, her perfectly manicured hands finding their rightful place on Natasha’s shoulders, working out a knot near the nape of her neck. You huffed your annoyance, watching them with narrowed eyes as you pulled your arms closer around your torso and tried to keep warm. Initially, the cold had been comforting. It was blisteringly hot outside, and when you’d entered your cheeks had been flush from the sun, but now you wished Natasha would turn down the air conditioning or at least take pity on your chattering teeth and throw you the hoodie that laid unused on the couch beside her.

“Wanted attention. She almost had it too.” Natasha shrugged, turning her head just enough to meet Wanda’s waiting lips. Their kiss was sweet, nothing short of marital, but it made your belly burn with envy as you watched Wanda get what you wanted.

“She’s freezing, Nat.” Wanda rolled her eyes softly, having noticed the slightest tint of blue that adorned your usually very pink lips. She reached for the hoodie on the couch, chucking it over to you despite her wife’s protests. That was all the attention you received before she was back to being entirely occupied with her wife. “How long has she been in the corner?”

“Mm, bought half an hour.” Natasha mused only half interested in the conversation Wanda was attempting to have, her fingers already back to typing frantically on the noisy keyboard. Typically, you loved the sound of her typing. It was fast paced and soothing, but now you wanted nothing more than to throw the keyboard across the room and demand she never touched it again. You were in no position to be making such demands, but still you let yourself imagine the satisfaction of the action.

You slipped the hoodie over your head, smoothing down your wild hair the second your hands had slipped past the tight cuffs at the bottom of the sleeves. The article was warm and well worn, though all you really cared to notice was how it smelled distinctly of citrus and calm. You could identify the softest note of coconut and maybe mandarin, and your brows furrowed. Natasha wore vanilla. She never ventured into anything fruity, claiming she herself was fruity enough to spare the general public of smelling it too. That meant the hoodie had to be Wanda’s, and while irrational, you felt like it burned your skin by just touching you.

“What’d she do? Bite too hard?” Wanda teased, not even glancing in your direction despite you being the topic of conversation. It was utterly humiliating, but you’ve learned to expect nothing less when Wanda’s around. The woman has a real knack for getting under your skin, intentional or not. “You should really train your pet better.”

“I’m not a pet.” You huffed out, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly, but your outburst was ignored by both women. If you didn’t know superpowers were just a thing of fiction, you would’ve believed that you’d become invisible.

Natasha laughed at Wanda’s assumption, though she shook her head in response. “I asked her to give me five minutes. All the money I give her, you’d think she would’ve gotten herself a watch. Needy little thing couldn’t even last three before she was crawling into my lap and trying to undress me.”

“You're answering Pepper’s emails.” Wanda laughed amusedly, completely bypassing Natasha’s summary of events, not at all surprised by your unwillingness to be patient. Patience seemed to be your biggest undoing, even after seven months of being taught the importance of it. “She’ll have a heart attack. It hasn’t sat in your inbox for at least two weeks yet.”

You couldn’t see Natasha’s face, but you could imagine her rolling her eyes. After almost a year of being under contract with the lawyer, you’d come to know her mannerisms like the back of your hand. This type of back and forth wasn’t new to you, but it’s the first time you’d been forced to watch without any kind of attention yourself. To say you hated it was an understatement.

“Did I tell you that you could leave that corner?” Natasha growled, not even having to look over her shoulder to know that you were starting to migrate toward them. Your footsteps were light, perfectly inaudible, but as well as you knew her, she knew you even better.

“I want you!” You whined rather petulantly, not caring how you came across, not caring that you’d probably just earned yourself at least twenty spanks for not only talking back to her but for leaving your post before you’d been given permission. You’d played this game too many times before. Wanda had seen you play this game too many times. But still, you never learned how to make things easy for yourself.

“Did I tell you that you could leave that corner?” Natasha all but growled, still not turning around to give you even a sliver of attention. Your usual soft and attentive dominant was uncharacteristically cruel today, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe you were toeing a little too close to the line

“No.” You answered meekly, digging your naked toes into the hardwood floors beneath your feet. Shame flooded your senses, a desperate need to be good coming over you and she hadn’t even touched you yet. “Please Daddy. I don’t wanna stand in the corner anymore. It’s cold!”

“I swear, Nat. You need to do something about her attitude.” Wanda remarked, her eyes focused on her perfectly manicured fingers as she poked and pushed at her cuticles, entirely uninterested in your predicament.

“Yeah? And what would you suggest?” Natasha scoffed rather uninterestedly, switching through her tabs until she’d gotten back to her excel spreadsheet and transferred whatever finances she’d been focusing on for the last hour.

“Oh, I’d break her.” Wanda snorted, highly amused that Natasha thought you’d be able to handle whatever punishment she would have dished out for your disobedience. “That little girl doesn’t want to know what I’d do to her.”

Your insides burned at Wanda’s implication, and you couldn’t decipher if it was your burning hatred for her and her constant need to appear smug and all powerful, or if it was your desperate curiosity to take her up on that challenge that sparked such feeling in your belly. Whatever it was, it only added to the growing need between your thighs.

“Daddy.” You whined, shuffling on your feet as you contemplated going completely against her and approaching her lap with a pleading gaze, or retreating back to the corner until she deemed you sorry enough to leave it. “Please.”

“You’ve got a brat to tame, Romanoff.” Wanda mused, pressing one last kiss to Natasha’s cheek before she took up space on the two-person couch pressed up against the wall and just beneath the tightly closed and locked window.

“We both know that’s your forte.” Natasha scoffed, huffing out a laugh as she returned her attention to whatever problem Pepper was emailing her about. After seven months, you’d become well versed in the names and job descriptions of most of their employees, and you knew that if Pepper was emailing Natasha for anything at all, that it was important. A pit formed in your belly thinking about how you couldn’t even wait five minutes before taking her attention into your own hands. Clearly you’d interrupted something important.

“Daddy!” You pleaded, tears brimming your eyes as your guilt and desperate need consumed you. You weren’t sure which feeling was the cause for your tears, probably both, but you were at your breaking point and her silent game was only working to undo you faster than you could tolerate it. “Please.” You cried out weakly, nervously chewing on the string of the hoodie, not caring if Wanda would be repulsed by the action, nor if you ruined her hoodie because of it.

“Out of your mouth.” The Sokovian redhead demanded, not harshly, but not kindly either. You hadn’t even realized her eyes had been watching your movements, but your cheeks burned at the reprimand and the string of the hoodie, now damp from your tongue and teeth, dropped back to where it had previously been hanging. You hated giving her the satisfaction of your obedience, but your brain was too overwhelmed to be anything but compliant.

Your nails took the place of the hoodie’s string, already bitten down to the bone as a result of your crippling anxiety and desire to fidget with anything and everything. Natasha had been attempting to break that nasty habit, but she wasn’t around nearly enough for her efforts to be consistent. You saw her a handful of times a week, some days for the sole purpose of engaging in kink, sometimes just because she liked to know you as a person just as much as she liked to know you as her submissive, but there were weeks where she was needed on business and the best you’d get was a measly phone call and text messages. If you weren’t contractually binded, and had met by chance, you would have no hesitation about considering her a friend, though you liked much more to call her your daddy.

“Come here, baby.” Natasha demanded, pushing away from her desk and swiveling on the chair until her eyes met yours. You’d half expected Wanda to reprimand her for being too soft with you, but it seemed even the Sokovian could tell that you’d passed the point of being bratty and were now drowning in your own thoughts. There was a fine line between punishment and neglect, and even if the lawyer thought you were in need of serious correction, she’d be cruel to even consider leaving you in this state.

You approached Natasha hurriedly, sinking into her lap without hesitation. Your arms looped around her neck tightly, almost challenging her to even attempt to break your grip and send you back to the corner. “Don’t like bein’ ignored.” You sniffled, digging your face into her shoulder, hiding away from Wanda’s heavy gaze and the shame of your previous actions.

“Neither does Daddy.” Natasha stated matter of factly, only adding to the shame that was bubbling over in your belly. Her head rested heavily on the back of your head, allowing you to stay hidden as you attempted to keep yourself together. “Don’t think I’ve gotten about your snarky comment toward Wanda either, or how you deliberately disobeyed me when you took it upon yourself to leave the corner.”

You already knew where she was going with this line of conversation, and you whined pleadingly into her neck, desperate to just avoid another round of punishment in favor of being satisfied. Your hips rocked against hers, your fingers curling into her hair the way you know she likes, tugging gently when you weren’t immediately rewarded with a soft moan. Your bout of regret having clearly been forgotten about as you resumed the bratty tactics that had gotten you into the predicament in the first place.

A sharp sting spread up your thigh in seconds, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing around the otherwise quiet office. You gasped in shock, pulling your face away from her neck to look deep into her eyes and search for forgiveness, but all you found was annoyance. You huffed, knowing that you were too far in to back down now, and so tauntingly, you resumed the act of rocking your hips into hers, not lost on the fact that she had a strap confined beneath her business slacks.

“Is it the red one I like, Daddy?” You asked coyly, letting your hand drop from where it was wrapped around her shoulders and teasingly venture down between the valley of her breasts until you came to the bulge in her pants. You squeezed experimentally, rewarded with her breathy moan when the hilt of the harness pressed against her clit, confirmation that she was at least half as worked up as you.

“Have I taught you nothing, Natalia?” Wanda growled, watching the scene unfold before her. You’d almost forgotten she was even in the room, and daringly your eyes snapped to hers. Wanda didn’t fold beneath your heavy glare, merely matching your stare with disinterest in her eyes. Natasha would’ve met your glare. She would’ve narrowed her eyes and silently dared you to keep up with that attitude, but Wanda acted like you weren’t shooting daggers through her. “If you do not want me to come over there and handle you myself, you will fix your attitude, brat.” The slight rasp in Wanda’s tone was undeniably a turn on, but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten to you. Instead, you stuck your tongue out at her, unsure of how else you were meant to defy her wishes.

Before Wanda could get off the couch, a tick in her jaw at your blatant defiance, Natasha’s fingers were twisting into your hair and tugging your attention back to her. Your glare softened immediately, and sweetly, you placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“Do I need to remind you of our rules?” She warned, and you huffed in defeat, wringing your hands together in your lap as you shook your head. “Then you will drop your attitude and apologize to Wanda.”

“I didn’t even do anything, Daddy!” You groaned, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

Clearly that wasn’t the response Natasha was looking for, because in only a matter of seconds you were being hauled off her lap but a handful of your hair and forced to bend over the edge of the desk she’d been occupying for the last hour. “What is rule number six?” She growled in your ear, her hot and heavy breath only adding to the goosebumps that adorned your skin. You’d almost forgotten about them at this point, entirely warmed by her body being so close to yours and the hoodie over your shoulders, but now the memory of them was back and your teeth chattered in response.

A heavy hand met your denim covered ass cheek and your whined, back arching upward in an attempt to dodge her next hit. “What is rule number six?” She asked through gritted teeth, forcing you back into position the way she liked.

“I will show respect to Daddy and her friends.” You huffed, “But Wanda’s not your friend! She’s your wife! That’s not in the rules!”

“She is my wife, that’s right. That means you should not only show her respect, but worship the ground she walks on, not be a disobedient brat.” Natasha seethed, landing another harsh spank to the softest spot of your thigh, not caring that you’re particularly sensitive there, nor that you let out a sharp cry of pain that was in no way mixed with pleasure in response. You’d always hated when she spanked the back of your thighs. It was one of your only limitations when you’d been filling out the contract. It wasn’t a hard no, she never would’ve struck you there if it was, but it was something you’d requested be done sparingly, and clearly you’d worked her up enough to earn yourself one.

“M’kay.” You sniffled, burying your face in your folded arms, not wanting to even spare Wanda a glance. You were absolutely certain there was a smug smile on her lips as she watched you finally be dealt with, but something told you this was the bottom of the barrel when it came to punishments she was capable of.

“How many spanks do you get when you break a rule?” Natasha asked lowly, her left hand still tangled into your hair, and she pulled sharply, forcing your back to arch in her direction, not allowing you the dignity to hide away.

“Ten.” You cried out weakly, trying to alleviate the sting in your scalp as you followed your hand. You’d always been flexible, years of sports and training had assured that, but not even that could completely help you in this situation as she pulled back farther and farther until you stopped struggling in her grip and just admitted defeat. You could safeword if you needed to. Punishments were not an exception to your comfort, but you trusted her to not push your limits, and shamefully, you knew that you needed this. You’d feel too guilty to cope if she completely forwent punishment.

“And how many rules have you broken?” She asked, the softest tinge of her accent bleeding into her words as she let herself completely surrender to her dominant headspace. You always loved when you worked her up to this point, but you hated that this time it was a result of your bratty actions that had done it.

“Um, I don’t know.” You sniffled, but clearly that wasn’t the right answer as she tugged at your hair again, ignoring your sharp cry and the twitch of your fingers as you held onto the edge of the desk.

“What are the rules?” Natasha asked, only slackening her grip the slightest bit. It helped with the sting in your scalp, but it wasn’t completely gone yet.

“I will tell Daddy what I need and what makes me uncomfortable. I will drink at least one bottle of water a day. I will show respect to Daddy and her friends. I will not touch myself without permission. I will not cum without permission. I will use my safeword if I need to. I deserve aftercare.” You rattled off the list with a practiced ease, having practically had the rules engraved in your mind since the very first week of the arrangement.

“Did you tell me that you were feeling anxious being left in that corner?” Natasha’s voice was soft, her grip in your hair gentle and comforting. She let you rest against her chest, your punishment temporarily forgotten as she walked you through the reason behind the awaiting spanking.

Even Wanda had softened in the corner of the room, looking at you with a gleam of something indistinguishable in her eyes. You hated the sight of it, but you couldn’t look away with Natasha’s hand in your hair, so instead you opted to close your eyes, and Natasha allowed you to. Talking about your anxiety was not your favorite pastime, and it was typically avoided whenever Wanda or anyone else was around, but it seems today you wouldn’t get that courtesy. You knew you could safeword, you knew you could ask for Wanda to step out during this conversation at the very least, but as much as you don’t like her, you thought she deserved some kind of explanation for your earlier actions when you’d found comfort in destroying her hoodie. She had to have some idea by now. Natasha offered you too much reassurance for it to have gone completely unnoticed. You’d rather her have the answers then speculate.

“No, Daddy.” You whispered shamefully. “I-I was okay until Wanda said you were answering Pepper. I didn’t like you ignoring me, but I wasn’t anxious.”

“What made you anxious?” Natasha asked calmly, fully loosening her grip on your hair, instead settling for scratching softly at your scalp and letting you melt fully into her, her unoccupied arm wrapping around your torso and keeping you close. You’d never had a dominant prior to Natasha. You’d tested the waters with previous partners sure, but you’d never actively pursued it in the way that you were now. Natasha’s dominance over you didn’t stop once you left the bedroom, and unlike your previous flings, she always tried to understand your triggers so she could avoid them in the future, both sexually and domestically.

“Pepper only emails you when it’s important. I couldn’t be good for five minutes and I interrupted you when you were busy. After I barged in unannounced. I felt– I feel bad.” You whispered softly, dropping your chin to your chest, desperately craving her touch and correction. Nothing would calm the raging storm of guilt in your belly until she punished you. You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself until you knew that she did, and words weren’t enough.

“Pepper does email me for important things most times, but she was only asking about the colors of the banquet, milyy. If it was important, I would have told you that.” Natasha gently informs, and your shoulders deflate in relief. You hadn’t even realized you’d been so tense, but with the promise that you hadn’t entirely disrupted her, you could relax. “Why didn’t you safeword? You know that if you start to feel anxious, no matter what, I expect you to safeword.”

“I thought I deserved to feel bad for interrupting you and being bad.” You muttered shyly, acutely aware of how Wanda’s breath caught in her throat at your explanation. You hadn’t ever shown this side of yourself to her. It was always Natasha alone who had the misfortune of catching you in an episode of panic.

“You are not bad. You are never bad. I do not want to hear you say that again, do you understand, detka?” Natasha asked sternly, and you merely shrugged.

“I was mean to Wanda, and I interrupted you, and I didn’t listen. That’s three rules. Please Daddy.” Natasha knew you needed her to spank you. You needed to clear your head, and you needed her to help you, but she wouldn’t relent until she heard you repeat her words.

“In a second, milyy.” She assured you gently, her hand leaving your hair entirely in favor of spinning you around in her arms and tilting your chin upward until you had no choice but to look her in the eye. “I want you to tell me that you are not bad.”

“I’m not bad.” You didn’t believe it. She knew you didn’t believe it, but for right now, she let it go. A soft kiss was placed on the tip of your nose, a sweet action that you had made clear you adored. Unlike the giggles it usually provoked, you merely smiled weakly and leaned into her touch.

“You’re getting thirty spanks. We’ll see if you deserve my strap after that.” Natasha nodded, content for the moment. She spun you back around, making quick word of the button and zipper on your denim shorts. Your cheeks flushed red, remembering the specific choice of underwear you’d chosen that morning. Baby pink flowers adorned your ass, and the somewhat frilly elastic edges were a gentle shade of green that would make Natasha’s eyes pop if she held it up to her face.

You felt entirely exposed knowing that Wanda was witnessing this and seeing your less than sexy underwear, but it wasn’t the first time she’s seen you be bent over a surface in her house. You remembered vividly the last time she had watched Natasha spank you. It had been after a long day in the office, and Wanda had come home to find you bent over the arm of the couch. She made a joke that Natasha intended to christen every piece of furniture in the house, and while it hadn’t been funny to you, Natasha had laughed loudly and freely in response.

“You will count after each one. If you mess up, we’re starting over. Do you understand?” She asked, pressing down on your back and assuring that you understood where you were meant to remain for the duration of your spanking. You were on your tippy toes, the top of your thighs pressing into the edge of her desk, but you didn’t have the right to complain about the uncomfortable position, so you merely nodded your head and braced for the first hit.

It came seconds later, powerful and unforgiving on your left asscheek. You felt the flesh bounce in response, and the string that was left behind was so sinfully pleasant that you ground your teeth together and choked out a harsh, “One, Daddy.”

The second hit was delivered all the same, left in the same exact spot with a practiced precision. Leave it to Natasha to have good enough hand-eye contact to be able to leave a handprint on your ass so vividly you’d see it leftover for days. The third hit came to your right asscheek, and a gush of arousal further dampened your already saturated panties. The flowers beneath your sopping entrance were undoubtedly a dark shade of pink by now, and you could only imagine what the sight looked like to her.

The fourth and fifth spank came directly after one another, and you counted them off rather breathlessly as her hand gently massaged your stinging flesh until it was nothing more than a pleasant ache. Your eyes were pinched shut, your breathing was shallow, but you craved the next hit, and when it didn’t come, you whined in protest and pushed your ass out toward her hips.

“Begging for me to spank you. How pathetic.” Natasha taunted, though she didn’t disappoint, and the next spank came quickly after, directed toward the center of your ass.

By sixteen, there were tears in your eyes and a desperate pulse in your clit, but you hadn’t miscounted nor forgotten about numbers entirely, and Natasha was beaming with pride. “Good girl.” She cooed, her fingers trailing over your panties until she came upon the wet patch between the apex of your thighs. “So fucking wet. Does it turn you on when Daddy spanks your ass?”

Natasha knows that it does. You’ve asked for enough spankings in the last seven months to prove that fact to her, but she still finds a way to humiliate you every time you find yourself bent over as punishment. There is a very thin line between a maintenance spanking and a punishment, but you know that by time you reach the thirtieth spank you’ll have crossed the threshold of pleasurable pain. “Y-Yes. Daddy please. Please.”

“What do you want, detka? Use your words. You had no problem using them earlier when you wanted to mouth off with my wife.” All the while her hand was still buried between your thighs, avoided your clit with skilled ease, and it was slowly driving you insane. Her index finger pushed against your entrance overtop of your panties, not enough to provide any semblance of pleasure, but still enough to make your knees tremble beneath your awkwardly supported weight.

“Spank me. Please, Daddy, spank me!” You sobbed, attempting to reach for the edge of the desk in a weak attempt to ground yourself in the moment, but with your half-floating position, you found that it was just out of reach and you cried out in frustration as you settled for digging your blunt fingernails into her desk instead.

You hadn’t noticed Wanda approaching you, too lost in the pleasure of Natasha’s fingers on your cunt and the delicious sting in your ass, but you felt her nonetheless. Her hands, so soft and warm compared to the freezing temperature of the office, found a place on your lower back that was still covered by the thick material of her sweatshirt.

“Shh, dorogoy.” She soothed you gently, a stark contrast to her typical cold and sharp tone. You didn’t have any fight left in you to care about her close proximity to you, and desperately you scrounged about until your hand found hers and squeezed tightly. It was at that moment that Natasha resumed her prior actions, and a harsh and sharp spank landed on your left asscheck.

“Seventeen, Daddy!” You cried out, squeezing Wanda’s hand tightly. You were beginning to regret breaking so many rules. You were still thirteen spanks away from being forgiven, and that pleasurable pain that you found comfort in was turning bitter the harsher she was with you. You needed this, both of you knew that, but that never made it any easier to swallow in the moment. Tomorrow, you’d think twice before sitting down for meals or tasks, you’d fondly poke at your sore ass and giggle at the dull ache that brought a sense of comfort and security over you, but for right now, it was torture, especially when you were so desperate for release.

Her hits only seemed to get harsher and stronger as you got closer to thirty, but Wanda didn’t pull away even for a second and every so often Natasha would whisper praises in your ear that made your insides turn to mush. You were lost in your head, mindlessly counting out numbers with no real acknowledgement for what they meant, just desperate to please her. It was only when you reached number twenty five that Natasha switched up her tactics and paused for a moment, taking the time to undress you fully and surrender your body to the harsh cold of her office.

You whined when your pebbled nipples met the cold surface of her desk, already sensitive without the stimulating chilled surface. You squirmed for only a second before Natasha reprimanded you for trying to find a comfortable position, stilling immediately in fear of her adding more spanks or taking away your right to feel her cock in your pussy as a reward. This was a punishment, you would take it how she gave it unless you absolutely couldn’t.

“Five more.” She promised, leaving a soft kiss in the middle of your back. “I want you to tell me you’re not bad after each one, is that understood?”

When you didn’t answer, entirely lost in the blissful beginning of subspace, Wanda gently captured your attention, showing you a glimpse of her softer side. A side you would see more of if you didn’t try to get under her skin each and every time she was around. “Daddy asked you a question, milyy. She expects an answer.”

Breathing out shakily, you nodded your head. “Understood, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Natasha hummed, but that was the last offer of praise you were given before her hand clapped against the skin of your thigh and you whined and keened in response, trying to wiggle away from her harsh hits.

“No, Daddy!” You sobbed, your hand desperately fighting against Wanda’s hold. She let you go instantly, and you didn’t hesitate to reach down and rub at the sore spot she left with a deep pout on your lips. “Ow!” You whined, tears slipping past your eyes and dampening your cheeks as your shoulders trembled.

“Shh.” Natasha and Wanda cooed in sync, and if you weren’t so spaced out you would’ve rolled your eyes at their alikeness. “I know it hurts, milyy. I know you don’t like it, but this is important to Daddy. It’s important to me that you know you’re not bad. Only four more. You’re being such a good girl. My best girl. Making Daddy so proud, taking your punishment so good. Let Wanda hold your hand, and it’ll be over soon. Then you’ll get me cock. Okay?” Natasha gently fussed over your state of upset, the pads of her thumbs wiping the tears off of your face. You leaned into her gentle touch, savoring it before you nodded weakly.

The next hit came just as harsh as the first, but you’d been expecting it at the very least, and hadn’t had such a violent reaction. Wanda praised you through the entire ordeal, not even considering reprimanding you when your voice grew hoarse and you barely remembered to echo the words Natasha had asked you to repeat. She got the hint that this was one of your softer limits, so she settled for talking you through it rather than demanding you show her partner some respect. She felt so full of warmth as she watched you take the last three spanks with minimal complaints, knowing the level of trust it took to allow a dominant to use a weakness against you, even if it wasn’t in any way ill intended.

“No more, Daddy! No more. Please.” You sobbed when the last hit came, your thighs a gentle shade of pink that Natasha would have fussed over had she not been entirely too committed to making sure you were okay. Your thighs were slick with arousal, your clit pulsed with need, and she had every intention of making it better once she got you to calm down.

“No more. You did so good for me, detka. My good girl. Daddy’s so proud of you.” She cooed gently, pulling you up off the desk and into her waiting arms. You melted against her chest, pliant and putty in her hands as she gently massaged your stinging ass, careful to leave your thighs alone for the time being.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, fisting her shirt in your trembling fists, suddenly very aware of how clothed she and Wanda were in comparison to you. Even your pink and green panties had been discarded on the floor in a pile, the scent of your arousal heavy and thick in the air.

“All’s forgiven, milyy. You’re okay.” She reassured, peppering tiny kisses into the crown of your head before she pulled away completely and eased you back onto her desk, this time allowing you to rest on your back in a comfortable position. Her skilled fingers dipped between your dripping folds, collecting your wetness that awaited and begged for her touch. “You’re so wet. Is this all for me?” She teased gently, bringing her fingers up toward her mouth. Her tongue darted out to sweep against the digits, and she moaned in delight at the taste of you. It had been entirely too long since she’d gotten to properly devour you, but that would have to wait until a later date. She didn’t have the heart to leave you hanging any longer then she already had, especially not when you’d been such a good girl for her.

“Please.” You begged, your hooded eyes tracing her movements as she sucked her fingers clean and let them leave her mouth with an audible pop as she abruptly broke the suction. “Please, I want your cock. I’ve been good! Please Daddy, I want you inside of me!”

“You’ve been so good, little one. The best girl.” Natasha affirmed, already working on the button of her business pants. You watched her intently, not paying Wanda the slightest bit of attention though you should’ve known better than that. When you were distracted with the sight of Wanda, the Sokovian woman to your right had taken it upon yourself to work you up even further, clearly not yet satisfied with the length of time you’d had to wait to get to this very moment.

Her fingers found your nipple in only a matter of seconds, and you gasped out in a mixture of shock and pain when she pinched and pulled at your sensitive buds cynically. You arched up into her touch, not sure if you wanted more of it or none of it, and your eyes fluttered closed. Wanda didn’t like that your attention was no longer on Natasha, and she made that clear when she twisted your left nipple harshly. “Eyes open. Your Daddy may have forgiven you, but I’ve yet to get an apology.”

Your eyes snapped open at her words, frantically searching for Natasha as you refocused on her half undressed body. Her black pants were on in a heap on the floor residing beside your own pile of clothes, but her shit was still buttoned over her chest, wrinkled from your tight grip and somewhat disheveled from how aggressively she’d pulled you flush against her at the beginning of your punishment.

Your lips parted in lust when you caught sight of the red strap-on between her thighs. She hadn’t confirmed your suspicions before, but now it was undeniable that throughout this entire ordeal, she’d been packing your favorite toy between her thick and strong thighs. A needy whine left your lips when Wanda harshly slapped at your tits, the soft mounds of flesh bouncing as a result of her hits.

“I don’t think you deserve to be fucked by your favorite toy after mouthing off to me, but you’re Daddy’s too kind to go get a different one. You should thank her.” She hadn’t said you didn’t deserve to be fucked at all, but something about the idea of Natasha switching to a smaller strap seemed like a worse punishment then being left high and dry all together, and feverishly you thanked her for her generosity, not wanting to risk the chance of Wanda’s words actually packing a punch.

Gently, Natasha guided the tip of the strap into your entrance, letting you get accustomed to the stretch before she completely bottomed out inside of you. She’d only gotten the red strap recently, three weeks ago after a business trip to LA, and while you adored it and took it like a champ every time she pulled it out, it was significantly girthier than any of the other ones that resided in her and Wanda’s collection. She didn’t want to hurt you, no matter how many times you told her to be rough.

“Move. Daddy, move please! Fuck me!” You begged, writhing beneath Wanda’s hot hands as she kept up with her ministations on your sensitive and aching nipples.

“You want me to move, pretty girl? You want me to fuck this needy cunt?” Natasha’s thumb found your clit easily, and she rubbed harsh circles along your sensitive bundle of nerves the way she knew you liked it, perfectly content with the knowledge that you wouldn’t last a full five minutes if she kept up the way she was. She was close herself. The strap had been rubbing against her clit since she’d put it on that morning, not knowing you’d show up, but anticipating it anyways. She really did know you like the back of her hand.

“Please! Please! Please Daddy, I want it! I need it!” You babbled needily, uncaring for how you came across to Wanda. You arched into the touch of the Sokovian, you desperately leaned into the strap, your body attempting to stretch in multiple directions as you chased after all of the sensations the two married women were providing your already overstimulated body.

Natasha didn’t need to hear you beg anymore. She set a brutal pace as she snapped her hips, rocking the dildo into your pussy and simultaneously chasing the pressure it put on her clit. She toyed with your clit in unwavering determination to see you fall apart, her eyes pinched shut as she chased after her own pleasure and provided you with yours. Your incoherent babbling was like music to her ears as she pulled your thighs further apart and thrust deeper into your pussy, hammering your sensitive and tight walls with a punishing pace.

“G-Gonna cum! Daddy! Please! Please! I want to c-cum! Please!” You pleaded and writhed, thankful that Wanda had eased off your nipples and you could now focus fully on the sensations that spread through your body from the way Natasha worked your cunt.

“Is that how you ask?” Wanda teased, her hot hand laying softly on your neck. She didn’t squeeze, she wouldn’t without your explicit permission, which she didn’t have, but just the thought of her choking you like Natasha did had your mind reeling and the desperation growing. “Ask nicely.”

“Please can I cum Daddy? Please!” You sobbed, feeling the coil ready to snap with or without Natasha’s explicit permission. You so desperately wanted to be good, wanted to prove yourself not only to her but to Wanda, who seemed to question if you even knew the definition of obedience, but you couldn’t stave off your orgasm for much longer. You’d been desperate for her touch all day, and now that you finally had it the way that you wanted it, it was almost impossible to deny yourself that release.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock. Daddy’s gonna cum with you.” Natasha grunted in a manner that was so hot you nearly lost your mind. With Wanda’s hand still loosely around your neck and Natasha’s quick thrust and skilled fingers working you over, you fell over the edge and into a blinding orgasm that had tears falling from your eyes. That blissful taste of subspace that you’d been experiencing since spank seventeen took over in full force, and with the resolution of your climax, you surrendered to the fuzzy feeling in your mind.

Natasha kissed you gently, her tongue still tasting like your arousal from when she’d licked her fingers clean, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the taste of you on her lips. Your eyes fluttered closed when she stilled her hips and subsequently the dildo, drinking in every physical reminder of her touch like you were scared she’d vanish completely if you didn’t appreciate it.

When she started to pull out, wanting to rid herself of the harness after wearing it for so many hours, you whined in response, desperately pulling her closer to you. The strap-on rubbed against your sensitive walls in a way that was unpleasant at best, and you mourned the loss of the full feeling inside of you before it was even really gone.

“Not today, detka.” Natasha knew what you wanted. She knew how you liked to keep her strap buried inside of you for as long as she allowed after a session like this, but she couldn’t ignore her own discomfort for any longer, even if it meant bringing tears to your eyes. “Shh, it’s okay. Daddy’s still here.” She reassured softly, peppering kisses all over your face as she softly pulled the dildo out of you. You winced when your pussy squelched, a reminder of the wetness that still clung to your lower lips and thighs, but both women soothed your embarrassment with praises and reassurance.

“Clean yourself up.” Wanda nodded toward her wife, already managing to detangle your limbs from Natasha’s and exchange them for her own. It wasn’t the first time she’d assisted during aftercare, but it was the first time you’d been so far gone during it. She knew Natasha though, and the weight of the scene would surely dawn on her in only a handful of minutes now that she wasn’t being fuelled by adrenaline, and when that happened, when the crash came, Wanda knew that the Russian would want to be cleaned up and warm. “I’ll bring her to our bed. You need to focus on you for a couple of minutes.”

“Go with Wanda, baby.” Natasha didn’t argue with her wife, pressing a short kiss to both of your heads before she helped Wanda get a hold of you and cradle you to her chest. You had barely even recognized the shift, too sleepy and blissed out to realize that you were being carried away from Natasha and toward the warm master bedroom down the hall.

Wanda was gentle with you, and despite your hesitance to accept her help when you were in a fully sound headspace, you leaned into her now, craving more of her touch. Your glassy eyes searched for hers as she laid you gently in the center of the bed, already missing the warmth that she provided. You whined in protest, but Wanda only shushed you gently and stalked off toward the en-suite bathroom. You knew this routine well, but you were not at all fond of it.

A soft cry left your lips when you realized that you were all alone in their bed, and while their perfume lingered on the pillows and blankets, mixing together to create the most perfect and calming scent, it wasn’t as fulfilling as actually having them with you. The faucet running in the bathroom caught your attention, and just as you attempted to scramble off of the bed and follow the sound, Wanda’s voice had you stopping in your tracks and sinking into the plethora of pillows that surrounded you.

“Stay there, little one. I’ll be there in just a second.” She called out quietly, though her voice was laced with dominance that you couldn’t ignore. You whined pleadingly, looking between the open en-suite door and the hallway, desperate for either her or Natasha to come back and hold you. “Natty will be back soon. She’s probably getting you some water and a snack. You were such a good girl for her, malysh.”

“Good.” The word felt heavy on your tongue, but by some miracle you had managed to get it passed your lips. Your head was so fuzzy and void of any thoughts, but Wanda still praised your efforts.

When she came back into very, her hair was pinned up by a claw clip that you had seen Natasha wear a handful of times. You never really knew whose things were whose because the women shared everything so interchangeably, but despite your iffy relationship with Wanda, you thought it suited her well.

You were entirely too desperate for physical touch to care about who you sought it from (although secretly you were more than okay with it being Wanda who held you), and when her weight caused the mattress to dip as she joined you on the bed, you practically attacked her with your naked body. Her laughter was like music to your ears as she gently guided you into a lying position, shushing your complaints with a sweet and soft look in her green eyes.

“Such a good girl.” She cooed, dragging the damp washcloth up your inner thighs and over your sticky folds. You whined at the coldness of the rag and the rough material on your sensitive skin, but you made no attempt to wiggle away from it. “I know it’s cold, you’re being so good letting me clean you up. Do you hear that? That’s Natty.” Wanda smiled, effectively distracting you with the sounds of footsteps coming back up the stairs and toward the very room that you occupied.

“Daddy!” You whined, reaching for her the second you saw her in the doorway. As Wanda had promised, she had two bottles of water tucked beneath her arm and a sliced apple on a plate in her hands. She wore a gentle smile, her features no longer saturated in commanding dominance, much like Wanda’s weren’t either, though both women were highly aware of how you’d listen to their every command even without the practiced smolders they gave you.

“Just Natty, baby girl. It’s just Natty. We’re not playing right now, we’re all done.” She cooed gently, setting the plate of apples on the nightstand closest to the door before she reached out to take you into her arms. One bottle of water was passed to Wanda, who opened it thankfully and took a small sip, melting into the pillows against the headboard as she watched her wife fawn over you the way you deserve.

“Natty.” You whispered, preening as her hand found your hair and gently worked out any knots that had formed from when she grabbed you harshly. You melted into her touch, your forehead resting against her clothed stomach, though you took note of the fact that she was no longer wearing her business professional blouse, but rather an old t-shirt from her college years.

“Take a sip for me, baby love.” Natasha coaxed gently, unscrewing the lid on your own bottle of water and holding it up to your lips expectantly. You drank it up greedily, finishing half the bottle before she pulled it away and set it down on the nightstand. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl. Are you going to safeword when you need to next time?” She asked softly, needing to hear your answer for her own peace of mind. The fog in your head had cleared up slightly, and you nodded apologetically.

“It was a bad day.” You whispered softly, knowing that it was no excuse but wanting to give her some context. “I forgot I had an exam in logistics, so when I showed up to class I was completely blindsided. Came here straight after ‘cause I just wanted you and I thought I was okay, then when I thought that I had interrupted something important I just got overwhelmed and didn’t wanna… I don’t even know. Didn’t know how to ask for what I needed. M’sorry. Won't happen again.” You rambled out your apology, pleading with her to understand and forgive you, even though you knew that she already had.

“It makes me feel bad when you don’t safeword, but it’s forgiven. All is forgiven, malen’kiy.” Natasha promised, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose that was still pink from the flush of your orgasm. Unlike the last time she’d rewarded you with the action, you giggled in response and leaned in closer silently begging her to do it again.

“Are you gonna mouth off to Wanda again?” Natasha teased, her fingers digging into your ribcage as you sat perched on the edge of the bed and looked up at her with wide innocent eyes.

Despite your sore ass and thighs, you shrugged, a mischievous glint in your eyes that no amount of punishment could completely get rid of. “Probably.” You giggled, though there was something undeniably different about your feelings toward the lawyer now. You were too exhausted to figure out what had changed though, and so you left it to be a problem for another day.

Wanda, thoroughly amused with your shameless answer, gently chuckled a pillow in your direction and narrowed her eyes when you turned around to look at her. “Oi, little one. This is still my bed you’re getting all cozy in.”

You merely laughed, falling forward into Natasha’s arms, entirely content with spending the rest of your day wrapped up in her.

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toji’s reaction to seeing you in short shorts/booty shorts around the house 🏃‍♀️

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a/n: sorry anon i didnt exactly like how this turned out but i still hope u enjoy !!!

wc: 2.1k

warnings: sorta crack-ish in the beginning, pleasure dom toji, soft dom toji, praise, toji is obsessed w/ you, kitchen sex, clothed sex, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, pussy slaps! (both w/ his hand and d!ck), fingering, clit stimulation, tit + ass fondling, unprotected sex, p → v penetration, creampie / breeding kink, brief aftercare, n*sfw under the cut

there were things that toji was good at holding back on, like telling you that you might’ve added a bit more garlic than butter for a garlic spread. he doesn’t tell you how your body heat warms him up fast and he desperately wants to pull away from you, but your slumbering state is so peaceful he would rather burn.

and then sometimes he wishes he would just bite the bullet (even if you were his baby), because you were currently getting back at him for giving you the silent treatment. if he could do it over a trivial thing, so could you. toji’s probably still mad about your guess in charades, where you couldn’t understand that he was telling you he was riding a tricycle and not a bicycle, that mere difference of wheels causing a major roadblock in your relationship.

it was by far the stupidest thing you’ve argued about (you assume he had a bad day, too), and you were willing to talk things out and tell him he could’ve just put up three fingers instead of pointing aggressively to an invisible tricycle, but he opts to glare at you and sigh instead. you can’t believe he’s getting this worked up over a game of charades too, so you tease him the only other way you know how to.

it hadn’t been that long since you talked, but you figured you’ll need to start on dinner soon, getting a sick idea in your head when you see the new booty shorts you had ordered laying on your bed. you definitely thought it would be better for another day, but life is short and toji is not, so you pull them on and they feel divine, remembering the content smile on your face when your boyfriend had offered to pay for them — a reward well received when you check out your ass in the full-length mirror and the way it shaped your lower half.

the evening carries on as usual, but you can feel his stare once you emerge from your room in one of his shirts and he thinks you aren’t wearing any pants until you’re pulling out saucepans and reaching for the spices in the top cupboard that his shirt rides up and he can see your plump fucking ass; he chokes on his water.

with your back turned, you stifle a little grin and continue with your chores as the shorts ride up with each walk from living room to kitchen, but it’s all under the guise of cleaning and setting the table, wiping aimlessly, too, at the coffee table in front of the TV where toji sat, even if you weren’t eating there. you feel eyes on you when you return to the kitchen and continue your torture, cooking up a storm and bending over while looking into the fridge, while pulling out the plates for dinner, while—

“those the shorts i bought you?” bingo. although you’re not quite ready to talk to him yet, you succumb with a curt nod. toji obviously isn’t satisfied with your answer, footsteps approaching to lean on the kitchen island as his eyes keep his gaze locked at your butt.

“gonna ignore me for the whole day, hm?” it seemed like toji had other plans, his larger hand trailing up your thighs to your ass before curling around your waist. he’s pressing his front against you, hips grinding slightly even though you know he wants to do anything but that. you’re not wearing underwear, either, so the sensation of his bulge against your cunt is a lovely feeling and it takes everything in you not to moan.

you have to bring yourself back to reality to turn off the stove that feels so far away, hands clutching onto the countertops as you chase the familiar drag of your sex against his but toji only tuts, landing a slap onto your ass. “dinner first, baby.”

bastard. you roll your eyes and groan, but you didn’t seem to catch his innuendo, so you’re yelping when he suddenly flips you around and tugs at your shorts, pulling it off of a leg so there’s space for him. while your hands are pushing at his shoulders, desperately wanting to uphold your pride of ignoring him, you know the cool air against your cunt and the sight of fushiguro toji on his knees is only making you wetter.

and toji just smirks, looking up at you like his revered deity and you jump again at his cold hands prying your thighs apart, bringing a leg to rest on his shoulder. toji looks in love with your pussy, seeing your hole clench around nothing as your eyes beg for him to do something, anything, but he only continues to tease, running his thumbs along your folds and just missing your clit.

“use your words, sweetheart.”

“need…” toji raises an eyebrow, cheek leaning casually against your thigh and he grins as he sees you fight your own pride like you don’t want his tongue and fingers on you. give it a little more and you’ll break, because through the silence of your shared home and your heavy breathing, the tension is so infuriating that you’re willing to push away that stupid game of charades to the back of your brain.

you hate how needy you sound, though. “i need your tongue… p-please, baby,” you plead and drag out the name, and in the stuffiness of the kitchen, you think toji, one of the strongest men you know, looks the fucking best when he’s smiling up at you with a wanton want behind his eyes. “wan’ you, toji, wan’ you to eat me out!”

“oh… of course, when you beg like that,” toji plants a kiss to your puffy clit and the simple gesture makes you whine, “how could i say no to my pretty baby?”

toji delves in like he’s never eaten before, licking a thick stripe up your pussy to collect your slick before lapping at your clit, garnering a loud moan that reverberates throughout the house. you wish you never called him out on his terrible acting skills from the start, one hand keeping your balance while the other tugs on his black hair. harder and harder.

toji groans at your impatience as he feels you spread your legs further, moans and whimpers filling his ears. one hand sneaks under his shirt and squeezes at your tits, the other hugging you closer to him, fondling your ass at the same time. your boyfriend takes in everything, from your pleasured expression to your contracting tummy and he can feel himself harden below him.

but you come first, you always come first and he makes it clear when he halts for a second and you whine at the lack of contact. “eyes here, baby.” toji calls out to you, slapping your cunt and you jolt at the feeling, although it’s not entirely unpleasant; your eyes flit down to him. the other grins again and slaps your pussy a few more times, the wetness of your sex making loud, obscene noises, “tell me how good i’m making you feel, yeah?”

you mewl as you nod as his fingers prod at your hole and you swear the sudden intrusion has your stomach turning. you’re clamping down on his fingers which sets a pace, buried right up to the ends of his fingers as his palm collects your slick. your lover continues to abuse your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking.

“o-ooh, shit! they’re so deep, tojiii!” the moans you let out were almost pornographic, breathless and needy with how good he was giving it to you, the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up on you. his fingers keep a constant pace, stretching you out so well and the roughness of them feel so contrasting on your body, but you love it. “toji, i— fuck, i’m c-close!”

“taste so good, doll. c’mon, cum on my tongue.” the older man is ruined too, the heat of the kitchen getting to him with how the strands of his hair stick to his forehead, but more than that, he’s grinding into thin air, wanting any sort of relief for his hardening cock. “you taste like heaven, oh shit...”

“t-toji— i’m! oh, fuck, fuck fuck—!” it’s not long before you’re unravelling in his hold, legs trembling and incoherent babbles spilling from your lips as toji licks up your release leaving from your dripping, tight hole, sure to lap up every last drop. his emerald eyes hold yours as he cleans you up, body still twitching and shivering from the mind-blowing orgasm before he stands and removes his fingers, holding it to your lips.

“suck.” and you do, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around him like you would to his cock, free hand already making pulling down his sweatpants that has a little pre-cum leaking through it.

“up you go, darling,” toji mumbles, plopping you onto the counter with ease, and because he’s so tall, his pelvis perfectly lines up with yours. it’s probably also because you envisioned this happening, though, that you made sure to pick out a kitchen countertop with the proper height. he slaps the tip of his cock on your glistening pussy, an angry red from being neglected, groaning as your arousal provides lube with no problem.

“just so you know, i’m buying you more of those stupid shorts,” toji confesses before he pushes past your entrance, tip already stretching you so well that you laugh and moan at the same time, arms flying to encircle his neck to feel him closer. “f-fuck, baby… so tight, just for me…”

“’s all yours, toji,” you whimper softly, an unspoken look in your eyes that just says that i’m yours for you to use, “this pussy’s all y-yours— mmf—”

by then, he’s bottomed out, taking his time in filling you up inch by inch and your submission is reason enough for him to start rocking into you, hips faltering just a little by how warm and snug you felt that it has toji catching his breath. but he doesn’t hold back once you’re comfortable, bullying his cock into you at a faster pace into your pussy that sucks him in so well with each thrust.

“your tight, little pussy’s g’na make me cum faster than usual, pretty,” toji says with a breathless laugh, mouth tasting the sweat that lines your body as he kisses your neck.

“that’s— okay,” you choke out, pulling him away from the embrace and the sight that greets you takes your breath away. dark, lustful eyes trained on you and a stunning smile to match; you see your lover’s eyes soften ever so slightly when he hits that sweet spot in you, “i’ll take all— fuck- all of your cum, okay?”

and toji almost cums at that moment but he knows if he looks at you any longer and how your tongue lols out at how his cock fits so well in you, he just might; so he just settles for frantic nods, and nudges your head down to look at how his length moves in and out of you. your slick and his pre-cum is leaking all over the counter, squelching noises filling the kitchen. “look at how well you take me. good fuckin’ girl is what you are.”

you giggle at the praise because you know toji means every word, but your moans take over soon. there’s the twist of your core, that edging feeling that toji’s drawing out of you so well — it doesn’t help how he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing circles that you’re close, so close.

“toji, toji, toji—” chanting out his name is all you can do when you’re fucked silly, spilling over unexpectedly as you clamp down hard on his cock. toji groans when he feels you spasm over his length, hips not stopping even after you ride out your orgasm. you’re cumming so much that his stomach is wet, too, the pap! pap! pap! of his pelvis against your pussy sounding so filthy.

your babbles converge into three words, mumbling out i love yous to the older man and soon toji cums as well, swallowing your tearful confessions with a sloppy kiss and he’s releasing deep inside you. he can feel your mewls through the kiss, no doubt loving how his thick cum is spilling into you. his seed is hot, leaking from his tip in ropes and ropes until you’re filled to the brim and you sigh, content with how it feels in you.

your lazed hums make him chuckle, kissing you again and softer this time. “my baby, my sweet baby,” toji makes sure to wipe your eyes after, and mutters apologies against your forehead for the dinner turning cold, but when he sees you and your languid smile, he knows you don’t mind.

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