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[coryosbaby]

i need more felix shit from u 😣😣

—Jealous Girl !

Fandom: ‘Saltburn’

Pairing: Felix Catton x fem! Best friend! Reader (also minor mentions of: Oliver quick x fem! Reader)

Synopsis: Tension and jealousy finally come to a head after you see your best friend Felix fucking another girl.

Content warning . Drug & alcohol use, watching without permission? possessiveness, friends to lovers with slight angst, dark! Ish reader // degradation & praise, facefucking, pnv, size kink, choking, breeding, mean! dom! Felix

If you ever explain how your best friend usually treats you, it can only be summed up into one word: gentle.

He treats you like glass. A beautiful, priceless artifact that requires great care. He pays for everything you own— your dresses, handbags, shoes. Even where you live, the infamous Saltburn estate. Every time he speaks to you, it’s like he’s speaking to a pet— sweet, gentle, but commanding all at once. In his eyes, you’re an innocent angel…or, as he puts it, a sweet bunny.

And you fucking hate it.

It doesn’t bother you in the sense that Felix cares for you; quite the contrary, in fact. You like his warmth, how protective he is, how sweet and kind he can be.

But he treats you too kindly. Too much like his other friends, too much like his sister, too much like a companion.

Not enough like a lover.

It seems that he’s completely oblivious to your longing stares, the way you follow him around and practically worship the ground he walks on. He never seems to grasp why you sit in his lap at parties, squirming around just a little too much, or why you cuddle up to him in his room when you’ve had a nightmare in your skimpy nightdress. He stares off into a space between and kisses girls right in front of you.

You want him to treat you like the sluts he brings home.

The whispers of how the boy fucks is something you’ve grown accustomed to. The girls you had become acquainted with who had slept with him, giggling to you about how much of a good lay he was. How mean, how brutal he was. How big he was.

‘This doesn’t bother you, does it? God, I know it’s weird because he’s your best friend ‘n all, but I don’t understand why you haven’t done him yet. I would’ve thought… y’know, given how close you two are...’

It makes you sick, knowing he does it to other girls and not you.

And now, sitting on a couch at one of Felix’s infamous Saltburn parties, you watch as he does it once again.

Your nose slides across the glass table in front of you. Two people sit beside you, making friendly conversation, but you can’t focus on them. Your nose is filled to the brim with glittery white powder as you stare at Felix’s new side piece through your faux lashes.

He’s got her in his lap, this girl. Olivia is her name, or something like that. You don’t like her. She’s too needy, clinging onto him a little too much for just a simple hookup. His hand grabs her hip as she presses kisses to his neck. He’s laughing, splayed across the leather couch across from you, as she whispers dirty phrases into his ear. You can tell that that’s what she’s doing because she’s grinding against him like a bitch in heat. It makes you stomach churn.

“(Y/N!)”

Your head looks up, and Farleigh stands in front of you. You give him a smile, though it’s mostly fake. You love him, but you can’t stop thinking about Felix.

Felix and her.

Farleigh chats with you about some guy he’s about to go and hook up with, telling you his whereabouts as a safety precaution. You nod to him as he leaves.

Felix has his hand up her skirt, now. He’s gripping her ass and rocking up into her clothed cunt.

You can’t look any longer.

You stumble to your feet, the room spinning a bit before turning to normal. An intoxicated kind of giddiness flows through you, and you brush past the couch and try to get Felix off your mind. You spot one of his new companions— Oliver. He’s quite handsome, you think. A little weird, a little quiet, but he’ll do for sure.

It isn’t long before you’ve got him in between your thighs in an empty corridor, a buzz flowing from your toes up to the crown of your head as he thrusts his tongue mercilessly into your drenched heat. He draws circles into your clit and laps at you like he’s parched. Oh, he’s good. Practiced, precise. He loves to please.

But he isn’t Felix.

Although Oliver’s tongue is skilled, it isn’t necessarily that that gets you to your peak. When you cum, you think of a familiar brunette with an eyebrow piercing, a wide smile, and dreamy eyes.

You let Oliver fuck you against the wall, after that.

It feels good. He’s big, rough, mean. Just how you like it.

Just how you want Felix to be.

You decide not to return to the party.

—

Your bare feet pad against the tiles of the Saltburn estate, your heels in your hand . The hallway is empty, save for one or two stragglers. No one really comes to this side of the house. You’re attempting to walk— or in this case, stumble— to your room. But everything is blurry, your feet dancing, and—

Shit, is this even your hallway?

You don’t know, really. You’re drunk, high. You don’t give a shit.

Your fingers are dancing across the walls, admiring the intricate paintings placed on each one. You lick your lips and taste a tequila shot, your dress askew. Fuck it.

You’re admiring The Fallen Angel by Alexandra Cabanel when you hear them.

It starts out slow— a deep, guttural moan, from the door to your left. It translates into a familiar voice, growling.

“What?” It teases. “Is my cock too much for you? Too big, huh?”

And then another sound comes through the thin walls and slightly opened door. A high pitched whine, pleading.

“Felix! Please, it feels so good.”

Your brows furrow. Drunken confusion. You silently creep up to the door, wondering. Your eyes peek through at the scene.

The color drains from your face.

Of course it’s Felix. Felix and her.

He’s got her bent over an expensive wood table. He’s pulling her hair, pressing his hips into her with every push and pull. She’s got her mouth open as her eyes roll back in ecstasy, and her cunt swallows him whole.

Your shoes drop to the ground in utter shock.

Now that seems to grab the pair’s attention. Felix looks back, and his eyes catch your dilated ones. He curses, slipping out of her and trying to conceal himself as he pulls his pants up. The girl catches sight of you, too, and she’s instantly pulling down her top and throwing her clothes on.

“Christ, Bunny!” Felix exclaims, flushed. “The fuck are you doing all the way over here?”

Your bottom lip wobbles, but you won’t cry. Not in front of him. Not in front of his whore.

You turn before you even know what you’re doing, and you scurry away from the scene with tears running hotly down your cheeks.

So much for parties.

—

When you wake in the morning, you’ve got a pounding headache and you’re sprawled out on your bed.

Your body aches, and you whine as you turn over on your side. The memories of last night flood back into your psyche, and you want to throw up. Of course the one thing you don’t want to remember is buried so prominently into your skull that it’s the first thing you think about.

It’s not like Felix hasn’t fucked anyone before. But seeing it, actually watching him do it to another girl, makes you sick. You don’t know how you’re going to look him in the eye at breakfast.

You stand up on wobbly legs. You make your way to the bathroom, throw your guts up at least twice, and then brush your teeth. A warm shower calms you down, though your head still hurts. You’ll have to take some ibuprofen later.

You make your way to the dining room in a juicy tracksuit and brown ugg boots. You slide a pair of sunnies on your face to protect you from the blinding sun, letting out a pained moan when it shines through the large stain glass window.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Farleigh coos from the table. You give him the middle finger before plopping down in a seat beside Oliver. His eyes scan over you, taking in your appearance. His knee bumps against yours, and he whispers a quiet ‘good morning’ to you.

God, he’s a clingy little shit, isn’t he?

Felix’s eyes follow your every move. Usually you sit next to him in the mornings, but as of right now, why bother? The closer to get to him, the more vivid the image of him fucking her comes into your mind.

You swallow down a few pieces of toast and some orange juice. Elsbeth is talking about a party reserved for Oliver for his birthday, one that they will host this weekend. How absolutely and utterly fan-fucking-tastic.

Oh, well. You’ll be able to dress up, at least. That’ll probably be the best part.

You ignore Felix for the entirety of the day. There’s still that fire coiling in your gut everytime you look at him, that hot bubble of rage and jealousy. Oliver looks up at you through long eyelashes during a game of tennis, and you find the way to satiate that heat.

—

It’s an awful idea. A terrible, mean, despicable idea.

You knew Felix would be out. It was around five pm— the time when he usually begins coming back to the house from his afternoon run. He would be back in twenty to thirty minutes.

“You’re incredibly fucked. Do you know that?”

Oliver whispers it huskily, pleased, as you push him down on a set of familiar satin sheets. You smirk, your cunt grinding down onto him.

“And you’re not?”

He grunts as you unbutton his shirt. You kiss down his chest, soon getting rid of your bra and top. You rock back on him slowly, teasing. His hand moves around to grope your ass, but you grab ahold of his wrist.

“Are you going to behave?”

A smirk plays on his lips. You want to slap it off of him.

“No.”

You snake your hand down to his bulge, giving it a considerable squeeze. He lets out a tiny gasp, biting his lower lip.

“What was that?” You say, almost threatening.

He gulps. He looks almost cute with the blush dusting across his face.

“Yes.” he whispers. You ghost your fingers over his waistband.

“What was that?”

“Yes, I’ll behave.”

He hisses it, and you’re pleased.

“Good boy.”

And then when he’s inside you, you bounce on him like your life depends on it. You look up above Felix’s bed, at the framed picture of you and him. He had hung it up, and for that you’re thankful. You concentrate on the way photo Felix’s fingers tightly grip a shot glass. Oliver lets out tiny whines as you clench around his cock, and you grind your clit against the base of him. You know that Felix catches you both when you look back at the slightly cracked door and see him there— blue headband, muscle tee and shorts. When you lock eyes, he moves away from the door and down the hall with a clenched jaw and cheeks blooming red.

—

The days pass from one into three, and soon it’s Oliver’s birthday. Felix has avoided you, much to your dismay. You thought he would give in sooner. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he was trying to pretend the situation didn’t happen altogether. But the hard stare he gives you whenever he sees you, the clenching of his hands, and the plain ignorance of your presence gives him away.

You’ve decided to dress as a Bunny for Oliver’s infamous costume party. Your favorite animal, but also another way to piss Felix off. Wearing a pink bodysuit, sparkly fishnets, and pink bunny ears, you make your way into the party beside Venetia, who’s ranting about her current situationship with some girl she met at a club. Scanning the crowd, you take notice of Felix from across the room. Angel wings sit on his shoulders, his eyes lined with a black eye pencil. He’s wearing a white wifebeater.

You go to the bar and take a few shots to stifle your nerves. Felix’s eyes follow you as you grab a bottle from the bartender and make your way outside.

It isn’t long before you’re absolutely plastered. Giggling to yourself, you make your way towards the hedge maze in the backyard. Felix’s voice, the one he hasn’t used to talk to you directly for a few days, interrupts your diddle daddling.

“We need to talk.”

You keep walking, him trailing behind you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Felix.”

His big hand grabbing your arm and spinning you around to look at him surprises you. He glares.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You back away, winding through the labyrinth of bushes. Felix groans as you begin to skip around each corner.

“This isn’t a game, y’know!” He calls, as he tries his best to keep up with you. It isn’t long before you’re both standing in the middle of the maze. The stone statue overpowers the both of your bodies as it leers down in a violent pose. You smile crookedly when Felix stalks over to you, making a beeline for the other side of the statue. It doesn’t seem to be funny to him.

He catches you when you least expect it, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, (Y/N)?!”

He yells it, infuriated, deep vocal cords strumming. It makes you jump. He never calls you by your real name.

He purses his lips, anger evident on his face as you smile up at him still.

“‘M jus’ having fun, Fel. Whats wrong with that?”

“What’s— what’s wrong with—“ he laughs, dry and humorless, as he pushes you away from him. “Whats wrong is that you fucked my friend in my room! What the hell went through your head?!“

You clench your teeth.

“I don’t know, Felix,” you utter sarcastically. “I really don’t know. Call it irritational horniness. But tell me. Are you mad? For once, once in your fucking life, are you mad?”

“Of course I’m mad!” he seethes, as if it’s obvious. “But why do you want that? What prompted this?”

You avert from his piercing gaze, turning your back on him. Your cheeks are flaring with heat from how he’s treating you, your inner thighs wet and sticky.

God, this is so wrong.

“I think you know.”

Genuinely confused, Felix throws up his hands. He’s exasperated.

“No, I don’t. I don’t, (Y/N), so tell me. Tell me the damn truth!”

“The truth?” You say, finally. “‘S that what you want?”

You whirl around, anger finally taking over in your usually pliant, doe eyes.

“The truth, Felix, is that you treat me like a kid!” You yell. Your voice cracks, and you hate it. “You treat me like a fucking child! Like your friend! Like a… like a—“

Your breath heaves, and you try to find the words you’re looking for. Felix looks at you, his brows furrowed.

You can’t open your mouth anymore, too distraught, too open. You’re saying all the things you promised you’d keep buried deep inside you.

Felix takes a step forward. You take a step back. Your lower back hits the stone statue, and you wince at the way it digs into your skin.

“What are you saying?” He asks, careful with his words. You laugh bitterly in his face— at least, as close as you can get to his face. He towers over you like a giant.

“I’m saying that after all this time, after all these years, I thought you’d notice how badly I want you. But clearly not, with the way I caught you fucking that cunt last weekend.”

The words finally come out— slurred because of your drunkenness, dry because you’ve given up. You’ve given up on Felix, on the possibility of him ever returning the feelings you’ve always had for him. You’ve given up on your friendship, on his kindness. You don’t want it anymore. Why continue this if it’s only going to hurt you?

The boy is stunned into silence for a mere moment.

“What?”

You turn away from his stare, looking down at the ground.

“You heard me, Felix.”

His eyes follow your lips, nose, eyes. His lips part ever so slightly, and his eyes are so dark that they’re almost black as realization settles over him.

“So that’s what you want?”

It comes out hushed, like a secret. His breath is hot against your lips as he leans in close to you.

“All this time you’ve been acting like this.. all because you want me to fuck you? Because you’re jealous?”

You stare up at him in a daze, silent. Your cheeks flare with embarrassment. You jump when Felix lets out a chuckle, something grating and deep, that permeates your bones and worms its way inside your guts.

“God, you’re sick.”

He scoffs, moving forward on his long legs. His big hand wraps itself around your hair and tugs. You let out a gasp as he tilts your head back, the burn of your scalp making your legs clench together.

“You’ve been torturing me for weeks—“ he spits, yanking at the roots of your hair even harder, and you let out a squeak. “— Not speaking to me, making me question what I could’ve possibly done wrong, fucking my friend in my bed, all because you want to me treat you like some whore?“

Your mouth gapes open, and you’re frozen like a deer in headlights as Felix finally gives you what you want. He continues to speak, but not before his knee is coming up to rub in between your thighs. It’s such a sudden movement, so aggressive, that your legs buckle and you grab onto his shoulders for purchase. His hands splay across your hips, moving you in tandem across the fabric of his jeans.

“Don’t worry.” He says. “You’ll never have to worry about that again.”

“Felix—” you start, but his hand slapping you clear across the face makes you lose all words. Your cheek flares with heat from his hand coming down on it, and you grasp the red mark in pain.

“Was he good?” he growls, grabbing the hand touching your face and putting it in his much larger one. He places it over his crotch, and you feel the giant bulge against the fabric. “Was he as big as me? Did he fuck you the way you thought I would?”

You shake, stuttering on every phrase in your vocabulary. Felix grinds into your hand.

“You think that I don’t want you like this?”

It comes out strained, tortured. Like it’s painful for you to even assume that. Your mouth waters at the feeling of his girth underneath your palm.

“I’ve never been this hard for anyone,” he breathes. “I jerked my cock every night when you were in my bed because I thought it was the closest I could get to you. I fucking…God, do you even know what you do me?“

He works his thigh against your pussy, and you whine desperately as you pull away from his assault on you. You kiss your way down his chest, worship his body, lave your tongue over the skin peeking out from his unbuttoned shirt as you sink down to your knees. Your hands fumble with his belt, waiting for the moment when his cock will be released and you’ll finally get what you’ve been begging for. He grunts, tilting his head as he watches you desperately fumble with the leather around his waist.

“Already trying to suck me off? You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”

You press your mouth against his thigh and practically drool at his words. He looks down at you like a God, golden angel wings splaying out in the moonlight for you to gape at. How ironic it is, that he decided to wear this costume tonight.

“All for you, Felix,” you say, pulling his cock out of the confines of his jeans. You gape at his impressive length.

“That’s right,” he agrees, his thumb brushing over your lip. “Now put me in your mouth. Show me how much of a fucking slut you are.”

You do as you’re told, tongue lolling out to lick a stripe up his shaft. He clenches his jaw, watching as you hold eye contact with him when you take his dick into the warm, wet confines of your mouth. His hand wraps around the nape of your neck and he pushes you down onto him. Choking, your nose hits the soft bed of pubic hair trimmed neatly at his base. Your eyes roll back as he begins to fuck your throat, pleasure and electricity flowing through your head and down to your toes. The corners of your mouth burn as he stretches out your mouth.

“Didn’t know you could take dick so good,” Felix muses, his balls slapping against your chin. “If I would’ve known how badly you wanted this, I would’ve slid my cock inside you the night you caught me with that girl.”

That girl. He can’t even remember her name. It satisfies something dark that’s been blooming in you since you saw him sticking his dick where it didn’t belong.

You moan around him, spit trailing down your neck as you tongue at his slit. Your hands grip his big, meaty thighs, and it occurs to you just how strong he is. He could break you, rip you apart piece by piece, and you couldn’t do anything about it. The thought arouses you to no end.

“You pissed me off so fuckin’ much that night, y’know that?” He rambles, his thighs squeezing the sides of your face. He’s practically trapping you against his cock, and you try your hardest to breathe through your nose but you can feel your vision blurring at the edges. “You caught me in the middle of it, didn’t even say sorry. Didn’t help me finish. You’re a sick little bitch for watching me fuck her. I bet you touched yourself after that, didn’t you? Touched your little cunt thinking about the way I used her?”

You whimper around him, your fingers attempting to move down and rub against your clit. But Felix lets out a sound in the back of his throat and kicks your hand away.

“Don’t. You don’t get to cum tonight. You put your hands on me, or you don’t put them on anything at all.”

Your hands wrap around the back of his thighs, then, as you hollow your cheeks around him. You’ll do anything he demands you to.

After a long moment of being face fucked with only a few breathing breaks in between, your throat is scratchy and raw. Felix yanks you off of him, and you wheeze as you’re thrown to the ground, your hand going to your throat as your eyes drip with citrine tears. Felix stands for a moment to let you catch your breath. He’s still your best friend, after all— he cares about your well being, as angry as he is right now.

It isn’t long, however, before he’s grabbing you up by your elbow and bending you over the marble statue. Your cheek lands on the cold stone, the crotch of your bodysuit is ripped open, exposing your lace panties and the fat globes of your ass. You stick yourself out for him, moaning as he rips your underwear off of you and throws it on the ground. He spreads your legs and coos at your dripping cunt.

“Oh, look at that,” his fingers go to either side of your pussy lips, spreading them apart and revealing your teeny tiny hole. “It’s clenching s’much, isn’t it, sweetheart? It’s all swollen ‘n red. It’s been so worked up all night, I bet.”

“Felix,” you cry, a blubbering mess. “Please.”

He chuckles, rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit. You quiver underneath his touch, gasping when his aching cockhead suddenly brushes up against your entrance.

“I want to know how badly you want me. Tell me, darling. Tell me how pathetic you are.”

“I want it,” your voice comes out small, weak. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t feel my legs. Wan’ you to stretch me out on your fat cock, Felix. Give it t’me, pleasepleaseplease…”

He lets out a dreamy sigh, feeling you trying to clench around the tip of his cock, trying to suck him in. Your head is fuzzy, your cunt throbbing. You need him more than you need air.

“Okay,” he lets out, whispering. It’s an oddly gentle tone, and you know it’s because this situation could change the outcome of your friendship forever. “Okay, sweetheart.”

He pushes forward, the fat tip of his cock popping into your entrance, and you let out a mewl. Felix is big, and not just in his height or his shoulders. He stretches you so deliciously to the point where it’s borderline painful.

“Oh my god,” he grits his teeth, his head tipping back. “God, you’re a tight little thing. So tiny..”

You know he’s talking to your pussy now, drunk off the way you’re wrapping around his shaft. He moves slow, gentle strokes against your aching pussy, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he struggles to contain himself.

Your cheek is smushed against the hard surface below you, but that doesn’t stop you from speaking.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, moaning. “Destroy me, rip me apart.. I don’t care, Felix.”

He moans along with you, a sound of pure, unleashed pleasure. His hips speed up, and he fucks into your cunt with reckless abandon as your nails dig into the marble below you. His cock is so deep that you can almost feel him in your throat.

He angles at a spot inside that has you keening, your hips fucking back onto him as he rams into you. Your nails scrape against the statue, tears running down your cheeks.

“Felix,” you moan out, but it’s hard to speak as the breath is being knocked out of you.

“Mmm,” he hums, grabbing your hips. “‘M gonna cum. ‘M gonna cum in your sweet little pussy.”

“Please,” you gasp. “Please, fill me up, fill up my pussy!”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” His arms lift your body up, and his biceps curl around your neck. Your eyes widen as he tightens his grip, placing you in a chokehold underneath him. His hips slap against yours, his steady words bordering on a whine. “You want me to cum inside you? Get you all pregnant and full? Mmm, that’d be a pretty sight, wouldn’t it…”

You clench down on him. He growls, a sigh of your name tumbling out of his mouth. His hips stutter. And with one last harsh thrust, he’s cumming. His warmth fills you to the brim and spills over the cusp as he fucks into you, teeth scraping against your neck as he bites down and leaves a mark. Sweat drips drown your temple, small pants escaping your lips as you try to swallow oxygen into your lungs. Felix’s arms are still wrapped around you neck, but they aren’t wrapped tight enough to cut off your air completely.

Definitely tight enough to bruise, though.

He slows, after a few more moments. You still grind onto his overstimulated cock, and he squeezes your throat in warning.

“What did I tell you? You don’t get to cum tonight.”

Your face becomes blotchy with tears, and you sob as he pulls out of you. His cum spills down onto the concrete floor, your pussy gushing with his seed, and you want to scream.

“But Felix,” you babble, grabbing onto his arm as he tucks himself back into his pants. “No, baby, please—“

“This is what you wanted,” he replies, nonchalant, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. His glances down at the creamy spend that had fallen out of you and onto the ground. Grabbing you by your hair, he pushes you down onto your knees. He gestures to his cum, licking his lips.

“Now clean that up,” he demands. “Wouldn’t want to leave a mess, would we?”

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: psychological

[ravenxd]

Sub!Karl waking up next to you all horny and bothered, waking you up to help him. Riding him to the point of him whimpering and a sweet sobbing mess?

Contents: sub!karl, gn! reader, creampies, unprotected sex,

Sub! Karl waking up cuddling you.

Sub! Karl who woke up almost in cold sweat

Sub! Karl who looks down, seeing his boner poke your bare ass.

Sub! Karl who wakes you up, begging for help

When you wake up, you feel annoyed, you had promised Sapnap you'd head over to the Dream Team house first thing in the morning for a stream, you knew that now since you're awake, you won't be able to sleep.

But Karl is begging, persistent, pleading and whining. Your annoyance turns into need, you can feel the area between your legs becoming hot..

When you turn around to face him, his face is a deep red, his eyes are half lidded, and he's panting like a dog.

"Gosh, can't even let me sleep.." You whispered, getting on top of him and grinding your hips onto his boner. He moaned and grabbed at your hips.

"Fuck.. please.." He begged, his teary eyes looked into yours, boring into his eyes.

"Needy slut." You whispered, pulling his boxers to the side, you looked down at his cock, noticing the amount of precum on his tip.

The sight made you clench your thighs together. You'd position yourself over his throbbing cock, he watched in anticipation as you lowered yourself onto him, moaning to the top of his lungs as a form of relief overcame his body.

"Fuuckkkk..." He moaned, almost high-pitched.

"I know, sweetheart... but you asked for it.." You had moaned into his ear, before slowly fucking yourself on his cock.

Karl started moaning, his nails sink into the skin of your hips as you kept bouncing up and down his cock.

Karl could feel the way you clenched down on his cock, the feeling of having something in you while your body is slipping into sleep made it all the more pleasurable to you.

"Y/n, please- c- fuck..!" He practically yelled. "More, please..!"

You pushed Karl down onto the bed with your hands, making sure he wouldn't move away, and kept your hands on his shoulders.

His hands remained on your hips, his stomach dipping as he took deeper breaths.

His moans grew louder and you knew it wouldn't take long before he'd cum, you moved faster, burying your face into his neck and kissing his most sensitive places. His hips starting bucking up, trying to push his cock deeper between your pink walls, sucking him further in.

The depths his cock started reaching left your legs trembling, it had knocked the air out of your lungs.

"Shit-.. Karl..!" You moan, walls pulsating and eyes rolled back.

"Baby... I'm gonna.." Karl groaned as he threw his head back onto the pillow. "Fuck..!"

You moaned into Karl's mouth as you leaned down and brought him into a forceful kiss. His tongue immediately set into your mouth, making contact with yours.

With a few more strong thrusts, you felt Karl's cum flood your walls, pushing so deep inside. You dropped onto him as your own orgasm left you spent.

[meowjunjun]

Sub The Boyz Twitter links <3

I don’t see enough sub tbz content on here so I’m gonna contribute 🙌.

Giving Sangyeon a handjob

Playing with Jacob’s sensitive tip while he whimpers

Younghoon fucking his pillow

Whiny Hyunjae making you feel good with his cock

Teasing Juyeon

Kevin getting himself off under a blanket

Toying with Chanhee’s dick

Changmin getting stroked + sucked

Overstimulated Haknyeon trying his best to fuck you

Sunwoo sucking your tits while you jack him off

Eric humping his mattress

[asacredthebread]

Behind The Curtain

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Sub Jake x F!Reader - 18+

𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖?

Warnings/Themes: Sub Jake, Getting eaten out, Handjob, Begging, Edging, Instructions

wc; 6037

Standing backstage, you were enveloped by the energy of the arena, a living, breathing entity thrumming with excitement. The lights flooded the stage like a thousand stars igniting, casting an otherworldly glow that made everything seem more vivid—more real. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, a tight knot of anticipation lodged in your stomach as you focused all your attention on Jake.

There he was, your Jake, the embodiment of passion and charisma, projected larger than life. His fingers danced across the strings of his guitar, moving with an intimacy you had come to understand as a true reflection of who he was. In those moments, he was a sorcerer conjuring magic, the sound waves flowing through him like liquid fire. You couldn’t help but watch him closely, captivated by every tiny movement, from the way his brow furrowed in concentration to the electric manner in which he engaged with the audience.

He flung his head back, that wild mane of hair catching the spotlight as he let out a powerful note, his voice carrying effortlessly through the pulsating crowd. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he strutted across the stage, weaving effortlessly between the musicians, his brothers, who radiated an infectious joy that only intensified as they fed off each other’s energy. To them, the audience was the blood in their veins, and you were just grateful to be an unassuming observer, a witness to this euphoric spectacle.

But it wasn’t just the music that held your attention; it was Jake's flirtatious demeanor. He leaned toward the audience, his posture relaxed but charged, as if each woman—or man—holding up a phone was a personal invite for an intimate moment. He winked at a group of fans, eliciting squeals of delight, throwing guitar picks as though they were tiny treasures meant only for his most devoted followers. You could see the way their eyes lit up, but amid that sea of gratitude and awe, there was a fire igniting in your chest, a possessive desire to reclaim the attention that felt momentarily borrowed.

You weren’t jealous in the traditional sense; you understood the allure of a rock star, the magnetic energy he radiated. However, you couldn't shake the sense of longing, knowing that behind the spotlight was a man who was entirely and uniquely yours. You took a deep breath as you leaned closer to the edge of the stage, your heart racing as you tried to catch another glimpse of the man you knew so intimately—who, beneath all the bravado, was still the person you loved so fiercely.

As the music surged, you noticed a subtle shift in his demeanor. It was almost imperceptible at first, a fleeting moment when his gaze swept backstage. Then, your eyes met. Time seemed to slow, and everything around us blurred. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as you felt that electrifying connection between you. He blinked, and his confident demeanor faltered for just a second, replaced by a flicker of shyness. It was a slight lowering of his gaze, a thread of vulnerability peeking through the walls he usually built on stage.

You watched him swallow hard, a shy smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he registered my presence. While the crowd cheered him on, youryour soul ignited at the sight of your usually unshakeable rock star suddenly almost bashful. It was a thrilling, unexpected dynamic that you you cherished: the strong, commanding figure who could sway thousands, but who could turn towards you and melt into something softer, something uniquely yours.

It was moments like these that you craved; his confidence, tempered by the warmth of your connection. You held his gaze, silently assuring him of my unwavering support, and in that instant, you could tell he felt it too. He straightened his posture and took a breath, but a touch of nervousness still danced in his demeanor, a playful tension edging between you. There was something intimate, almost secretive in the way he glanced at you, as if he was silently acknowledging that beneath the rock star exterior lay a man who just wanted to be loved.

Finally, as the last notes of the final song pierced the air, culminating in a crescendo that electrified the crowd, he bowed dramatically. The thunderous applause echoed in your ears, an affirmation of his brilliance. He raised his guitar high in a triumphant gesture, relishing the jubilation, and then, as if breaking free from a spell, he turned and sprinted off the stage, his face lit with a mix of exhilaration and relief.

“Jake!” You almost yelled as he emerged from the haze of bright lights. Relief washed over him, that same, contagious grin plastered across his face. You could see in those expressive eyes how fulfilled he felt, how ecstatic he was with the performance he had just delivered. Yet, you also observed the energy begin to shift; the high he had derived from the stage started to fade as the reality of your personal connection took center stage.

His hair clung to him, a sheen of sweat glistening under the dim backstage lights, and he looked overjoyed yet slightly dazed. There was a satisfying mix of triumph and warmth in his expression as he approached you, and, at that moment, you understood that he had left the explosive energy of the audience behind him.

“Did you see me out there?” he asked, cheeks flushed with adrenaline.

“I did,” you replied, a teasing smile curling on my lips. “You were fantastic.”

He let out a laugh, the sound infectious, as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I think I saw you cheering me on too,” he quipped, his playful bravado returning just a fraction.

Yet there was something in his eyes that revealed he was ready for what came next—something deeper that had been brewing the moment you first laid eyes on him on stage. This was merely the beginning, and you knew you had a world to navigate together, starting right here in this fleeting, stolen moment just before your connection shifted once more.

And then, he stepped closer, your energy converging, both of you aware that this was where the real magic began.

As Jake approached you, the electric air between us crackled, feeding the anticipation that made your heart race. He still radiated an aura of exhilaration, the remnants of the performance clinging to him like perfume, but beneath that rock star exterior was a man you cherished in ways that the crowd could never understand.

"That was some show, huh?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement, still misty from the stage lights. You leaned against the wall, crossing my arms with a playful smirk as you took a moment to appreciate him fully—a delightfully handsome, wild-eyed guitarist on the brink of exhilaration.

"It was impressive," you replied, tilting your head ever so slightly. "You were practically flirting with the entire audience out there. I half expected you to propose to a couple of them."

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, a slightly awkward gesture that you knew meant he was feeling a bit exposed. "It’s all part of the act. You know how it is, right? Gotta keep the crowd engaged. They love it."

"Engaged, huh?" You leaned a little closer, narrowing my gaze playfully. "Is that what you call it? Because it looks like you were just trying to pick up a few new fans in the front row."

His confidence faltered for a moment, a hint of blush creeping across his cheeks. “Come on,” he protested lightly, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. “I can’t help it if they love me. You know I have a reputation to uphold.”

"I know, love" you said softly, lowering your voice, letting the teasing tone linger. "But what about what happens when the stage lights dim? When the crowd thins out and it's just you and me? Because up there, you were commanding, dominant. But down here—you’re different."

He raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and challenge sparking in his gaze. "Oh? Different how?"

"Let’s just say,” you leaned in closer, allowing the space between us to shrink further, “the true Jake isn’t just the one who tosses out picks to adoring fans, flashing smiles and winks as if his life depended on it. The real Jake is the one who watches me intensely, waiting for me to give him permission to be himself."

A flicker of understanding crossed his features, and you could see the shift as he realized where you were going with this. “Oh really?” he replied, his voice dropping in pitch, teasing me back. “What are you trying to say—about the ‘real Jake’?”

“Let’s not pretend,” you shot back, your heart racing at our playful back-and-forth. “You bring that stage persona home, and it’s all very... strong. But when you're away from the audience, you’re the one who comes to my side, who craves my approval. You’re not as tough as you seem on stage, are you?”

You watched him squirm for a second, the corners of his mouth twitching into a crooked grin as he processed your words. “Maybe you know me better than anyone else,” he admitted finally, a note of challenge lacing his tone. “But there are two sides to this, you know? Maybe I like having both.”

“Of course you do,” you said, your voice low as you stepped even closer, feeling the warmth radiating from him. “You love the thrill of everyone adoring you, but you also love coming home to me where you can let that go, where you can be vulnerable. That’s the real magic of it all.”

Jake’s expression softened, a blend of admiration and something else flickering in his eyes as he processed your words. It was like a light bulb had gone off in that moment, and you reveled in the look of realization that crossed his features. “It’s always a game, isn’t it?” he mused. “The stage, the crowd, the flirtation. It’s all part of the show. And then it’s just us.”

“Exactly,” you replied, emboldened, knowing you had struck a chord that had him thinking deeply. “You’re like a lion up there, commanding your audience’s attention. But down here, away from the flashing lights, you’re my playful kitten, waiting for me to pet you.”

He fidgeted slightly, laughing nervously as the teasing intensified. “So, what are you saying? That I’m not the king of the stage anymore?”

“Not just yet,” you countered, relishing the way his energy shifted at your words. “You still have the swagger and charm, but when it’s just us, I want you to remember who really gets to call the shots. You’ve convinced thousands of fans you’re in control, but we both know I have that special privilege backstage.”

“Privileged, huh?” he echoed, a playful glint lighting his eyes, but there was an edge of uncertainty in his stance. “And what kind of privilege are we talking about?”

“Let’s play with it, shall we? You strut around here like you own the place, but you can’t forget that I get to pull the strings when it’s just the two of us. You might be a rock star out there, but you’re my love—and that means we have our own rules.”

He shifted slightly, his confidence wavering but a smile still creeping onto his lips. “You think you can just use that against me? You know I have to put on this show every night—or else how will they remember me?”

“Does it really matter what they remember?” You challenged, my voice sharpening with playful defiance. “What matters is who you are when the lights go out and the crowd settles into silence. You can command their attention all you want, but what about my attention?”

"Okay, okay," he said, shaking his head, laughter bubbling at the edges of his words. “You’ve got me—caught between being this person up there and being... whatever this is down here.”

“And I love both sides of you,” you asserted, moving even closer, letting the air buzz with unspoken tension. “But I have to remind you that the charming rock god on stage isn’t nearly as convincing as the guitar-playing boyfriend who loves to succumb to my whims when it’s just the two of us.”

Jake's expression turned contemplative, realizing the weight and reality of your words. Here he was, the brilliant performer that lit up a crowd, and yet, in this moment, you could sense his innate softness, the way he let the masks of performance slip away in your presence. His breath caught ever so slightly, a hint of vulnerability dawning in his eyes as he processed how far your connection ran—how deep the layers of your relationship truly went.

“Okay, you’ve made your point,” he relented, that familiar crooked grin replacing the uncertainty that had edge-driven moments before. “Now what? How do you think I should behave when I step off that stage? Should I just bow down to you?”

“I wouldn’t dream of that,” you said smoothly, your heartbeat quickening, “unless you want to. But maybe we can start with you just listening to me, the way you do on stage, but instead of entertaining an audience, you’ll be entertaining... me.”

The suggestion hung in the air between you, a promise of something deeper to come, and you could feel the weight of colors swirling around you—his playful yet dominant stage energy still vibrant and alive, yet beautifully intertwined with the gentle whispers of vulnerability that always surfaced when it was just you two. He had played the rock god for the crowd, but now, your teasing words beckoned the man I adored to reveal himself fully, shadowed by an aching desire to explore every inch of the dynamic you had created.

As you stood there, waiting for his response, you could feel the simmering excitement—the thrill of discovering more about the true Jake who thrived in the aftermath of his powerful stage presence, ready to unfold perfectly in your hands.

The anticipation hung thickly in the air, electric with unspoken tension as you stood before Jake, the gleam of mischief dancing in your eyes. You could see how the playful teasing had fanned the flames between you and that your words had stirred something deep within him. He was your rock star, yet here, in this intimate setting beyond the bright lights, he was simply yours.

“Come on," you said softly, gesturing for him to follow you as you turned to walk deeper into the backstage area. The energy pulsing between you made you feel like you were floating, and you could sense that Jake was entirely willing to follow. He took a breath, clearly still riding the high of the performance.

“Where are we going?” he asked, practically bounding after you, his voice full of eagerness tinged with curiosity and something more. You shot a glance back over my shoulder, and the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered—sent sparks racing through your veins.

“To a place where it’s just you and me,” you teased, picking up your pace as I led him further away from the chaos of the stage and the cheering crowd. You snaked through narrow corridors lined with band posters, the sound of distant applause still echoing in your ears. As you rounded a corner, you opened a door to a small dressing room, dimly lit and quiet, a world away from the lights and noise.

“Wow,” he marveled, stepping inside and letting out a laugh, but you could see the slight quiver in his excitement. The room was littered with guitars and amplifiers, and the walls were adorned with personal mementos. Yet, it felt entirely yours in that moment.

Once inside, you closed the door behind us, shutting out the world and letting the atmosphere shift into something intimate and charged. It was time to explore the dynamic you had teased at earlier.

“Okay, then," you said, your voice steady as you turned to face him fully. "Stand there. I want to see how my rock god behaves when he’s not in front of an audience.”

He cocked his head to the side, intrigue flashing in his eyes. “Oh? And what exactly do you mean by that?”

A grin curled your lips, and you beckoned him with a subtle nod. “Right there against the wall. Lean against it, just like you did on stage, showing everyone your perfect angle. Let me see that side of you.”

His expression shifted to one of pure thrill, and without hesitation, he moved to comply, finding his place against the wall with an almost palpable eagerness. “Like this?” he asked, his voice embodying that familiar charm, but there was something deeper beneath it—a hungry anticipation that made my heart race.

“Exactly like that,” you said, relishing the sight of him, tall and confident yet waiting for your command. “Now, I want you to look at me the same way you looked out at the crowd, like I’m the only one who matters. Can you do that?”

He swallowed hard, his fingers curling into the wall as he focused solely on you, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that left you breathless. “I can do that,” he murmured, the controlled vulnerability in his tone driving you wild with excitement.

“Good. Now, I want you to remember that while you were up there charming them, I was the one that held your heart. So how do you feel knowing I’m going to tease you just a little?”

He let out a shaky breath, and you could see the flicker of desire in his eyes deepen. “You can’t tease me and just leave me hanging, though,” he breathed, urgency spilling into his voice. “I swear, I’m begging you—please, just let me feel something. You have no idea how much I want you to touch me right now.”

There was a rawness to his plea that sent shivers down your spine. “Is that so?” You said airily, your playful teasing intensifying as you stepped closer, your body just a whisper away from his. “I seem to recall you having all that confidence on stage. How is it that my sweet rock star can beg so easily when it’s just the two of us?”

Jake tightened his grip on the wall, his mouth forming a frustrated line as you remained tantalizingly close but just out of reach. The tension radiated between you, a potent mixture of need and wanting. “I didn’t know it would feel like this, being so close yet too far away,” he admitted, his breath catching, longing evident in his gaze. “Please, just... touch me. I’ll do anything you want.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider his words, watching as his pulse quickened. There was something almost intoxicating about the way he transformed in front of you. The flirty performer had slipped away, leaving behind a vulnerable, yearning man who craved not just a touch but something deeper, something that was yours alone.

“Anything, huh?” You pressed, enjoying the way his breathing grew heavier, feeling that lovely tension swell. “You have a reputation for being a king on stage, yet here you are, keen to submit to me. Tell me what you want and I might just see fit to give it to you.”

“Don’t, don’t tease me like this,” he begged again, his voice tipping dangerously close to pleading. “I want you to touch me, feel me—please.”

You could see the way he fought against the playful pull of the night, caught beautifully between who he was on stage and who he could be in this sanctuary you had created. And you ached to reach out, to close that distance, to remind him that he was safe with you, far away from the scrutiny of a crowd.

“Well then,” you said, a wicked smile spreading across your lips, “you better keep looking at me like that. Show me just how eager you are to have me touch you.”

Jake’s eyes widened a little, that familiar intensity sparking again, and you could almost see the battle waging within him between restraint and desire. “I’m yours,” he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper, rife with urgency, a certainty that brought a wave of exhilaration over you.

“Then let’s see just how obedient you can be. But I think you’ll find that I might have a little fun with this,” you warned, watching the determination ignite behind his eyes, and knowing this was just the beginning of exploring the extraordinary layers of your connection.

In that moment, you took in the sight of him completely—your Jake—as he stood, powerful yet yearning, the embodiment of devotion and desire. You both knew this playful dance would lead us to further depths, and as you moved closer, a daring spark ignited between us, waiting to explode into something utterly beautiful.

The atmosphere in the dressing room shifted, charged with an intensity that made my heart pound. You stood before Jake, reveling in the power you had over him in this moment. The rock star façade had shifted, leaving behind a yearning man who was absolutely at your mercy, and you intended to take full advantage of it.

“Jake,” you said softly, your voice laced with honeyed authority, “I want you to kneel for me.”

The request seemed to hang in the air, suspended between you, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. You watched as his breath caught for a moment, those expressive eyes of his filled with a mix of surprise and excitement. Slowly, he sank to his knees, the floor beneath him a stark contrast to the lofty heights of a stage.

“Good boy,” you murmured, the rush of satisfaction swirling in your chest as he settled, looking up at you with a blend of eagerness and longing. “But don’t think you can earn anything just yet. You see, tonight, you’re going to have to work for it.”

His anticipation was palpable as he shifted slightly on his knees, fingers curling into the fabric of the floor, eyes locked onto yours. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice a soft whisper like a secret just shared between us.

“I want you to remember that you need to earn my touch,” you replied, deliberately drawing out each word to heighten the tension. “And if you want to feel me—that soft, electrifying feeling of my hands on you—then you’re going to need to do exactly as I say.”

Jake’s gaze darkened, a spark igniting deep within those expressive eyes of his. “Anything,” he echoed, conviction dripping from each syllable.

“Good. Now, I want you to see just how much pleasure you can give me.” You stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating off his body, and relished the way he trembled with uncontained desire beneath your gaze. “Kneel here, and I want you to do what you’re told. But remember, if you rush it or don’t follow my commands perfectly, you won’t get what you want. You have to show me just how devoted you can be.”

He nodded, eagerness shining in his expression. “Yes, I’ll be good,” he promised, the trembling edge of desperation creeping into his plea.

“Then show me,” you directed, spreading your legs slightly and drawing him nearer, relishing the way he hung on your every word. You could see him swallowing hard, the reality of the moment settling in as he positioned himself right before you, nervous energy crackling in the space between you.

“Start slow,” you instructed, your voice low and sultry. “I want you to kiss and tease your way up my thighs first. Build the anticipation. Make me feel every inch of your devotion.”

He immediately obeyed, leaning forward and planting soft, tentative kisses along the inside of your thighs. You could feel the warmth of his breath sending shivers coursing through you. Each gentle caress of his lips ignited your skin, drawing moans from your lips that escaped before you could contain them.

“Use your tongue,” you urged as he continued to kiss, pressing deeper into his tasks. “Let your tongue trace along the contours of my thighs, tease me just enough to make me want more, but don’t rush. Make every movement deliberate, like a promise.”

Jake’s eyes met yours, a fierce determination gleaming within him as he leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, sending jolts of pleasure ricocheting from your core. You watched with fascination as he focused entirely on his task, weaving intricate patterns of lingering kisses and teasing licks, every touch igniting a fire within you.

“That’s it,” you whispered encouragingly, coaxing him to keep going. “Feel how much I’m responding to you. Savor it. You want me to take you in hand, to feel those sweet touches against you—then you need to earn it by giving me everything you’ve got.”

He nodded, absolutely enthralled, clearly eager to keep provoking that pleasure, with each kiss growing bolder, and the smoldering desperation evident in his gaze evident. “I want you,” he murmured against your skin, the words vibrating gently between you. “I’ll do anything, just don’t stop.”

You felt my breath hitch in response, and that rush of desire only amplified the connection you shared. “You want me to give in and give you what you crave? Then keep going just like this,” you commanded, your words leaving no room for disobedience. “Focus on my pleasure, let it guide you.

As he ventured further up, his warm mouth trailing closer to the apex of your thighs, you could see him absorbing the heat and softness before him. “Now, start to tease me with your tongue,” you commanded, firm yet filled with passion, “and remember, the more patient you are, the more rewards you’ll reap. Take your time, Jake. I want to watch you work to please me.”

And with that, he dove into his task, his tongue gliding deliciously against your skin, teasing and tempting as he followed every directive. You could see the determination fueling him, drawing him closer to your core, your breath catching as he begged without words with each lingering touch. He ate you out like he hungered for your very essence, and you revelled in the delicious mixture of the command you had over him and the way he craved your validation.

“Keep your movements soft and slow,” you directed, soaking in the intensity of the moment as he continued to lick and kiss with exquisite vulnerability. “I want you to learn just how to push my buttons. Build the pleasure. Show me how much you can make me squirm and beg without giving me what I want. Let me watch you.”

His response was a gentle groan of frustration—the very essence of a man caught between desperation and the pleasure he craved to give you. “Please,” he begged again, drenched in need, the vulnerability in his voice like music to your ears. “I’ll do anything—I want to feel you close.”

The desperation tugged at you, and you felt myself teetering on the edge of giving in. I could tell he was pushing himself, working to follow your commands flawlessly, a mix of urgency and devotion guiding his every movement. You smiled at him, the pleasure building within your sending waves of heat coursing through your body as he continued, his need palpable.

“Just a little more, Jake,” you encouraged, your voice like a gentle caress, yet filled with undeniable authority. “Let me feel you earn this moment.”

With those words, you could feel him pushing himself further, his tongue expertly gliding with every flick and tease, coaxing you closer to the edge. In that dim light, as you watched him kneel before you, you knew that this was only the beginning of your dance—a promise of a deeper connection waiting to unravel in ways neither of you could fully imagine. As you took in the sight of Jake before you, kneeling between your thighs, a rush of desire washed over me. His gaze remained locked on yours, filled with yearning and a hint of desperation that ignited a fire deep within. The way he devoted himself to his task was intoxicating, and you knew it was time to reward him for his efforts.

“Alright, baby,” you said, your voice low and sultry, laced with authority. “You’ve been such a good boy, and now it’s time for you to feel just how much I appreciate your devotion.”

As you leaned down, your heart raced with anticipation, feeling the magnetic pull between you intensify. You slowly wrapped your hand around him, feeling the warmth emanating from your body. The firm yet gentle grip was like a spark that connected you on a deeper level, sending shivers of electricity through both of you.

You began to stroke him slowly, maintaining a deliberate rhythm that matched the lingering tension of your earlier exchanges. Your palm glided over him, each stroke firm yet tender, giving him an exquisite taste of what was to come. Jake let out a low, shaky breath, his eyes widening as pleasure flickered across his features.

“Just like that,” you encouraged, relishing the way he responded to your touch, his body instinctively leaning into your hand. “Feel how good it is to be worshiped, to be shown the same devotion you’ve given me.”

He nodded, breaths hitching as you picked up the pace, teasing him with just the right amount of pressure. Your fingers moved in a steady cadence, exploring every contour as you found the perfect rhythm that drove him wild. You noticed his hips instinctively pressing forward, seeking more of that delicious contact, and it only spurred you on.

“Keep your focus on pleasing me,” you instructed, my voice dropping even lower as you maintained eye contact, wanting to see every flicker of pleasure dance across his face. “You’ve earned this, Jake. Answer me with your body. Let me feel how much you crave my touch.”

The way he responded to your commands sent waves of pleasure through you. He kept his gaze locked on yours, every bit of his attention devoted to the flow of sensation between you. “I’m yours,” he breathed, each word heavy with longing. “Just… don’t stop.”

With each stroke, you felt the tension building within him, the urgency of his desire practically palpable in the air around you. You leaned in closer, lowering your voice to a whisper, “That’s right. Let that pleasure wash over you. I want to see you lose yourself in this moment.”

The heat radiating from him amplified as you continued to stroke him, feeding off the escalating rhythm. You could see the dance of emotions flickering behind those expressive eyes of his—passion, vulnerability, need—all beautifully interwoven.

With each movement of my hand, you slowly guided him along, allowing him to feel the intensity of the connection you shared. “Now,” you said, teasingly, “I want you to remember what it feels like to crave—how it feels to want something so deeply that you’d do anything for it.”

He swallowed hard, a mix of pleasure and desperate need evident in the way his body responded to your touch. “I’m… I’m going to lose myself,” he gasped, the words spilling from him like a confession.

“Good,” you murmured, my own desire flaring brighter. “Let it happen. Just give in to it. But don’t forget—you have to keep your focus on me. Only when I say you’ve earned it will you have what you truly want.”

The air between you thickened as you quickened my strokes, coaxing him higher, feeling him inching closer to that precipice of pleasure. You leaned even closer, your lips brushing lightly against his ear as you whispered, “Show me how badly you want to earn my touch.”

The soft pressure of your hand, combined with his pleas and the way he moved to meet you, created an intoxicating blend of lust and control. Every stroke seemed to bring him closer, and you found delight in the way he surrendered to all those delicious sensations. Your hand moved with purpose, guiding him, enthralling him, all while reveling in the exquisite power you held over him in this moment.

“Almost there,” you teased, your voice thick with sensual promise. “Keep giving me everything you’ve got. Show me the depth of your need, and let it push you to that edge.”

His breaths turned into soft gasps, each one pulled from the depths of his being as he rode the wave of pleasure you were granting him, a mix of desperation etched into every fiber of his being. And as you continued to stroke him, you could feel both of you teetering on the brink, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of you consumed by this extraordinary connection.

As the pleasure radiated between you, your touches continued to coax Jake closer to the edge. You felt the tension building, his body responding eagerly to your every movement. Finally, as you sensed him teetering on the brink of release, you slowed your pace just enough to draw out his pleasure, wanting to heighten the anticipation.

“Not yet, Jake,” you whispered, leaning closer, your breath warm against his ear. “I want you to feel every moment before you let go. But first…”

With deliberate slowness, you pulled your hand away from him, relishing the way his body instinctively leaned forward, chasing that fleeting contact. You brought your fingers to your lips, wetting them lightly before lowering your hand down to him once more.

“Open.” You instructed, and his eyes widened with a mix of surprise and eagerness. He complied immediately, parting his lips, and you slid my fingers past them, feeling the soft warmth of his mouth envelop you.

You could see the way his eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he began to taste you. You guided him gently, urging him to take your fingers deeper, allowing him to savor the essence of your connection. “That’s it,” you murmured, your voice just above a whisper. “Feel how good it is to submit to me, to be enveloped in desire.”

He sucked on your fingers with a fervor, clearly lost in the moment, each flick of his tongue sending waves of heat flowing through you. You relished the sweet sight of him, so completely devoted, and felt a rush of satisfaction surge within you.

After a moment, you withdrew your fingers slowly, the slickness trailing as you pulled away, watching him with a smirk as he opened his eyes, a mix of longing and disbelief painted across his features.

“Get ready, Jake,” you said, standing up and brushing your hands down the front of your outfit, smoothing out the lingering tension from your exchange. A playful glimmer danced in your eyes as you looked down at him. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”

His response was an adorable whimper, pure need etched into his expression. You could almost hear the unspoken plea—his desire for more palpable in the air. His chest heaved with breaths that were unsteady, the aftermath of pleasure evident in every flicker of his gaze.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” you added, playful yet commanding, feeling the delicious power you held in this moment. You traced a finger along his jawline, lingering just a moment longer before stepping away.

As you walked toward the door, you threw a last glance over your shoulder, casting him a knowing smile. The sight of him, still kneeling and visibly eager for what was to come, sent a thrill racing through you. You could see the storm of emotion churning inside him—a blend of anticipation, excitement, and that hint of desperation.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said, your voice smooth as silk. And with that, you stepped out into the night, leaving him to linger on the edge of his desires, ready for whatever was to unfold next.

[tookhimtomypenthouse]

Caught in the Act

1.5k words

warnings: choking, biting, violent sex, degradation, anal, more cum eating, dom!felix, oliver being a little fucking weirdo

summary: Felix catches Oliver in the bathtub and has some complicated feelings about it…

minors dni!

Oliver rests his forehead against the damp porcelain of the tub, pausing as the last of the cloudy water circles down the drain. His heart hammers in his chest as closes his eyes and relaxes for a moment.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Oliver snaps his head up instantly, sending droplets of water flying from his wet hair. Felix gapes at him from the doorway of the bathroom, his silken pajama pants slung low around his waist. Felix strides towards the tub until he is nearly nose to nose with Oliver.

“Oliver, what the fuck are you doing!” Felix yells, sending Oliver cringing away as he hits his back on the tub’s edge.

“I, uh, um I was…” Oliver babbles, trying to summon a logical response.

“I heard you,” Felix points his finger accusingly in Oliver’s face, nearly shaking. “I heard…noises. Were you drinking it?” He scoffs as he says it, incredulity sneaking into his voice. He takes a step back and starts to pace around the small bathroom.

“No, I swear, it’s not- “

“I mean I knew you were obsessed, don’t get me wrong,” Felix starts, circling the bathtub. “But this is a new low, even for you.”

Oliver opens and closes his mouth helplessly. What could he even say. His stomach drops at the prospect of Felix hating him. Reviling him. The thought alone – no. He wouldn’t bear it. Couldn’t. His head drops into his unsteady hands. He can still taste the water in his mouth, feel it drip down his back. His water. He peeks through his fingers as he dares to look at Felix.

“You’re a freak,” Felix spits as he creeps nearer the tub. “A fucking degenerate.”

Oliver’s breath catches in his throat as he looks into Felix’s eyes. He lowers his hands as he sees something unfamiliar lingering under the surface. Something deeper than anger. Felix carefully lowers himself to eye-level with Oliver. His blown-out pupils bore into Oliver’s.

“So tell me,” Felix huffs as he grabs Oliver’s chin, “why shouldn’t I kick your arse out right here, right now?” Felix is close, so close that Oliver can smell the cognac and cigarettes on his warm breath. It takes everything in him not to melt into his touch, not to kiss his perfect lips right now.

“Because you want me just as bad,” Oliver breathes. “Why else did you come back into this bathroom if you knew what I was doing?” He shifts forward slightly, brushing his nose to Felix’s cheek.

Felix releases his face and stands up abruptly, turning his back to him. His chest rises and falls erratically, his pulse thrumming under his tanned skin. When he finally turns back to face Oliver, he moves faster than Oliver has ever seen. He kneels to the ground and grabs Oliver by the hair, jerking his head back.

“Why you? You’re a fucking nobody Oliver!” He’s so close Oliver can feel his lips move against his ear. “Why do I still want you so badly?” His grip on Oliver’s hair loosens, allowing Oliver to peek into his lust-filled eyes. Felix wastes no time, pulling Oliver into a bruising kiss. It feels more like a fight than a kiss, all punishing force, and flashing teeth. Oliver presses himself closer, leaning over the edge of the tub and holding him tight. Felix finds purchase on Oliver’s damp shirt, twisting his large hands into the wet fabric. Oliver trails sloppy kisses down Felix’s jaw, biting the tender spot where the bone gives way to soft flesh. He can feel Felix’s moan reverberate through his neck, spurring him on. He kisses and bites him relentlessly, as Felix grips his hair tightly.

Felix eventually pulls back, cheeks flushed and hair askew. He looks down at Oliver with half-lidded eyes. “What, are you just gonna sit in the tub the whole time? Get the fuck out and on the ground.”

Oliver stares back for a moment, before swinging a leg out of the tub and stepping out. He looks down at Felix, who only tilts his head towards an empty space on the floor. He walks over and sits on the ground, pulling his shirt over his head. Felix grabs his pants and yanks them down, pulling them straight off and throwing them off into the corner. Felix crawls over to Oliver and straddles him, pressing him flat to the ground.

“Don’t look so surprised,” Felix purrs, “this is what you wanted, right?” Felix wraps his hand around Olivers throat, pressing hard as a strangled gasp escapes. Oliver can only look with wide eyes as Felix yanks his pajama pants and boxers down to free his erect dick. He tightens his grip on Oliver as he leans in closer.

“Don’t be shy now,” his hot breath tickles Oliver’s face as he continues, “we’re just getting started.” Felix releases Oliver’s throat and reaches to pull down his underwear, but Oliver stops him.

“I can handle it,” he says, lifting his hips slightly and pulling his underwear down.

“On your stomach,” Felix orders lowly, leaning back on his heels to give him some room.

Oliver does as told, flipping to lie belly down on the cold tile of the floor. He rests his cheek on the ground, half-terrified and half-buzzing with anticipation. He feels Felix’s hand move down his back, stopping to knead his ass. Felix moves languidly, taking his time to squeeze the meat of his ass before landing a stinging smack on it. He delves deeper, trying his index finger around the tight ring of his asshole before forcing it in. Oliver inhales sharply, the intrusion burning before melting to pleasure. Felix adds another, pushing in his middle finger to stretch him out more. Oliver presses his face to the ground, a low moan slipping out.

Felix withdraws his fingers. He spits into his hand and strokes his length for a moment. Oliver lifts his hips and draws his knees in closer to him, bracing. Felix spreads Oliver’s ass and plunges into him in one go. Oliver shouts, feeling shooting pain as his hole struggles to accept Felix’s considerable size. Tears prick the corner of his eyes as Felix moans.

“Fuck,” he groans breathily, snapping his hips as the feeling overtakes him. “Didn’t know a dirty bastard like you would feel like this.”

Oliver feels pleasure through the radiating pain of it, exhaling as Felix hits something deep in him.

“I bet you like this, being fucked like an animal on the ground, right?” Felix’s words come out choppy and clipped as he thrusts violently, pounding Oliver’s pelvis into the hard ground. “Say it, say you like being fucked like an animal.”

Oliver can hardly speak, overwhelmed by the waves of torment and ecstasy washing over him. “I-I- love when you f-fuck me like an animal,” he splutters, struggling to even form a coherent thought.

Felix laughs as he speeds up to a relentless pace, the sound of flesh clapping echoing off the bathroom walls. He reaches down to Oliver’s throat and squeezes, hoping he leaves deep purple bruises for Venetia to gawk at during breakfast tomorrow. Let her see it and wonder. Let her see it and be jealous, he thinks, cock twitching at the thought. Felix throws his head back and moans loudly, not caring if he wakes the whole damn house up.

Oliver can feel the world around him fading slightly as black spots cloud his vision, heightening the pleasure burning deep in him. He feels Felix loosen up, gasping as air rushes back into his lungs. He lets out a hoarse and broken moan.

Felix releases his grip from Oliver’s throat and moves his hands up to press Oliver’s head onto the tile. His thrusts speed up and become erratic, slapping loudly as he knots his fingers in Oliver’s hair and pushes down hard, sending pain radiating through Oliver’s face.

“Fucking hell,” he moans through gritted teeth. He keeps pounding, eliciting guttural moans from Oliver below. Suddenly, he pulls out and leans back, releasing his grip on Oliver’s head.

“Look at me,” Felix orders, stroking his dick and raising himself up. “Might as well get it straight from the source, you fucking pervert,” he sneers as Oliver turns onto his back. Fucking his fist, Felix huffs in satisfaction. “Open wide,” he taunts as he nears his peak. “Fuck!” He cries out as hot ropes of cum spray onto Oliver’s face and into his open mouth.

Felix sits back to the side of Oliver, panting with exertion. “You better not waste a fucking drop,” he says as he watches him intently.

Oliver swallows the salty load in his mouth and uses his hand to move the rest in, mind well and truly fucked blank. He had not anticipated that his months of yearning would lead to anything, much less this. He can only sit back and do as he was told, all plans of revenge or comeuppance momentarily silenced.

Felix rises and gathers his pajamas pants and wipes off his dick, straightening up as he heads for the door. “Goodnight Oliver,” he pauses under the doorframe for a moment, looking back at Oliver on the ground, “and sleep tight.”

-

[zombisarchive]

TEASING

mdni. blurb write.

Sub! Felix Catton x Dom! M! reader

warnings: edging, praising, pet names kinda

Felix would be so needy for you. He loves any type of physical touch. Holding your hand, hugging you, resting his head on your shoulder, you name it. Felix absolutely loves when you guys have sex. He loves feeling your hands roam around his body. “you like it when i do that baby? hm?” You’d say as you jerk his cock off ever so slowly, as he moans and groans for sweet release. “yes..god yes..” Felix practically moans out, gripping the sheets, his knuckles white. “your doing such a good job for me..so good” Hearing you praise him practically made him cum then and there. Felix’s mouth hang open as he begged you to let him cum “please please..let me cum baby, I need it please” with a smirk on your face, you moved your hand slower than benfore, making sure to rub the tip of his cock every once and a while. “should i really? you have been such a good boy for me” you said as if you were actually considering letting him cum. Felix nodding his head quickly, whining as you slowed even more down, “yes please!..” Felix groaned out, he was so close, he just needed to hear the words and he’d release all over your hands. “fine, cum for me baby” with those words Felix came straight away, releasing with a desperate moan, his thick load all over your hands.

☆requests open!

[ambivartence]

local man's idol-husband concept contradicts itself, forced to become your mom instead

[fortheb0ys]

Need at least three dicks. Hendricks, Taylor and Khail. One for everyhole. I would give Khail a special treatment with bj because he is just our silly little boy and imo he if fem farah. Anyway. Also Khail makes me want to cuddle him. Like cuddles snuggles all the way. Also i want to Peg Hendricks. Peg not fuck. Taylor also will be fine but Hendricks. His smile is just so cute. Also i need more bots with them on all ai apps. Did i write it just because i noticed you fangirling Taylor? Maybe , did im gonna write oneshot from stuff i writen ealier ? Maybe , but first i need to write another fanfic. It will be inspired by codfan art . Did i Ask author of the fanart if i can write it and after getting premission i stayed quiet for few months already ? Yes. But i'm close to finishing planin the lore so be patient. But maybe writing one shots from Black ops isn't so bad for start....

Smiling hendricks

Also i want him to treat the strap like he is treating this chocolate thingy:

(pic by me)

Im horny. And sleepy. Dominik horny sleepy little fella. Like i wake up at 4am, fall back asleep and wake up at 6 and didn't even take a nap after it. Going to sleep and write some freaky stuff.

ALSO IM PLANING ROLEPLAY WITH MY POOKIE. BO3 ZOMBIES. AKA PRIMIS CREW AS 2024 OLDER TEENAGERS PLAYING MINECRAFT TOGETHER(RP WILL BE IN MC) ANYONE WANT TO JOIN ???? ITS GONNA BE SFW. ALL OCS WELCOME BUT WE NEED SOMEONE FOR THE ZOMBIE CREW

Khail my baby boy getting special treatment. I need him where I can see his pretty face. He's front and center. Your eyes locked with his as your mouth works at his cock. His pretty brows knitted together. The pleasure changes his face, somehow making more breathtaking than it already is.

You could get lost in those eyes and that you did. A sharp kick to your side reminds you of the added company. Hendricks is under you, demanding for shared attention. Your cock slipped out of his needy hole and as you were preoccupied with Khail, you had completely forgotten to stuff Hendricks back full.

Giving a huff around Khail's dick, you blindly guide your cock back in it's rightful place. You continue to suck and keep a rythm at the same time. As you were finally getting into it, a small whine reminds you that Taylor was left neglected. You take your eyes off Khail and let them fall on Taylor. His cock painfully red and weeping.

Your hand wraps around his hip and pull him closer. It's hard to maneuver around, pinned by both Khail and Hendricks but you find a way to reach behind Taylor. Spreading his ass, your fingers begin stretching his aching hole. A gentle hum sounds from deep in Taylor's throat. It's content and satisfied. Though he much rather throw Hendricks off of you, being the one to get fucked stupid on your cock, he'll take your skilled fingers as a win.

His hums turn into moans and grunts as you find yourself into your rythm again. Out of the three of them, Taylor was surprisingly the loudest. Maybe it was the long years of military service, spending quality time with just his right hand, that made him more sensitive than the others. His noises didn't seem to please Hendricks much, as Taylor let out a pained yelp. At first you thought you'd hurt him but as you pulled yourself off Khail, looking down you see Hendricks teeth buried into Taylor thigh.

You give him one deep thrust against his prostate, making Hendricks forget his problems with Taylor. His tip drips white. He's close, you think they all are.

Multitasking is something you're working on. Taking time for everyone as well as rewarding the most well behaved. Khail found him with your attention most of the time as Taylor and Hendricks were at each other throats to be your favorite.

The demand is tiring and you're just as close as the rest. You lap at the underside of Khail's cock, the vains dancing on your tongue. The salt taste fills your senses as he finishes down your throat. You swallow everything, licking his tip to not waste a single drop.

One down, two more to go.

Your fingers make quick work of Taylor's greedy hole. He takes in a third as the stretch becomes a burning pleasure. His grips your shoulders trying to steady himself as he begins to shake uncontrollably, as orgasm ripples through his body as he cums completely untouch.

Now all eyes are on Hendricks.

He smiles wide as your attention falls solely on him. You're pulled down into a rough kiss as you nail his prostate making him see stars. With a few more lazy thrusts, he cums screaming. He's completely lost in lust rotten brain as you follow shortly after cumming in his twitching walls.

With your last bit of strength you push yourself off Hendricks and fall onto the filthy sheets. Breathless you begin to let sleep overtake you, unwilling to do anything about the mess. Your eyes fall heavy as you fall asleep to the sound of Hendricks bickering with Taylor on who gets to cuddle you. A heavy weight curls up next to you as Khail takes the opportunity to be the one to hold you.

Pookie, if you write a fic I'd eat it up😭🫶 Writing these gave me life! I love the idea of having all of them in bed.

[frogbook]

[ftm-megamind]

so i usually watch newsies with english subs or no subs at all. but recently i watched it with an acquaintance and turned on polish subs for her, and looking past the fact that some of the translations (mostly song lyrics) were awful, my favorite part was how they translated "union." they used the word "związek" each time, which of course could mean a worker union, but it also means a (romantic) relationship and it made all the jack and david interactions that much gayer, e.g. "we're a union now" was "jesteśmy teraz zwiazkiem" so pretty much "we're in a relationship now." hilarity

[meowjunjun]

Sub TBZ Twitter links pt. 2

Sangyeon who has a big bulge

Jacob playing with his nipples until he cums

Cockwarming sensitive Younghoon

Stroking Hyunjae

Juyeon using a fleshlight

Kevin jacking himself off in front of a mirror

Chanhee stroking his nipples while caged

Overstimulating Changmin

Edging Haknyeon

Sunwoo fucking his fist

Eric using a toy

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober day 4: Body modification: Barbatos + Diavolo

Diavolo tackled you and Barbatos onto the bed. “I want to see!” He excitedly shouted. “I want to see your piercings!” He quickly undid Barbatos’ shirt before staring blankly at Barbatos’ chest. “Where…? I thought we both got piercings?”

You nudged Diavolo aside, undoing Barbatos’ pants. “Yes, you both got piercings, just in different places!” You pulled Barbatos’ cock out of his pants, catching Diavolo’s attention. Barbatos groaned as you strummed your fingers against his jacob’s ladder. “See?”

Barbatos’ cock visibly started to stiffen under your ministrations. You can’t help but grin seeing Diavolo’s amusement as the piercings made a beautiful symmetrical pattern up his cock. Diavolo carefully started feeling them up, tracing the edges of them.

“Careful, they are sensitive.” You warned Diavolo, who was far more focused on Barbatos. He lightly twisted one of them earning a strangled moan from him.

“They look so cool! It’s like you have little gems on your-“ Barbatos interrupted him, clearly flustered and just nodded with a quiet ‘thank you’ and avoided his gaze.

“My Lord, please, can we focus on something else?” He can’t help the whine in his tone. You lower yourself, dragging your tongue over the nubs. Barbatos bucked under you two, Diavolo had to hold his butlers hips still as you drag your tongue up and down his shaft.

[asacredthebread]

Kisses And Cravings

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Jake x (non-gendered) Reader - 18+

𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞.

Warnings/Themes: Sub Jake, Needy Jake, Begging, Implied Oral

WC; 3161

You had always loved the early mornings, especially the way the soft light filtered through the kitchen window, bathing everything in a warm glow. You stood by the stove, the gentle sizzle of pancake batter filling the air with a comforting aroma. Your long, brown hair fell freely over your shoulders, and you absentmindedly tucked a few loose strands away from your face as you flipped the golden pancakes.

The sound of the front door creaking open was drowned out by your own thoughts—thoughts about how perfect the pancakes were turning out and how much you wanted to make this morning special for your partner. You mixed the batter with care, letting your mind wander as you daydreamed about the day ahead.

Without warning, you felt a presence behind you. A familiar warmth enveloped you, and then you felt fingers gently tugging at your long hair, pulling it away from your neck. You let out a delicate gasp as soft, sweet kisses trailed down the exposed skin. Your heart fluttered at the intimacy of the moment, the gentle pressure of their hold sending shivers down your spine.

“Good morning,” they whispered, their breath warm against your ear. You leaned back instinctively, the comfort of their touch making you feel both grounded and wonderfully needy. You could feel the tension in your body rise, a subtle ache blossoming in your chest as you surrendered to the sweetness of their affection.

The kisses intensified, each lingering caress making it harder for you to focus on anything else. You tried to concentrate on the pancakes sizzling away, but your thoughts were utterly consumed with the intoxicating sensations flooding your body. A soft whine escaped your lips before you could stop it, the sound echoing your desire.

You turned slowly, letting your eyes meet theirs, the warmth radiating between you palpable. They smiled at you, and the love behind that smile sent a rush of need through you. Taking a tentative step closer, you felt a blush creep across your cheeks.

“Please,” you whispered, vulnerability etched in your voice. “I need you to touch me.”

There was a pleading quality in your tone that only seemed to deepen their gaze, and you felt a warmth spread through your entire being. The soft, sweet energy you shared was undeniable, and you hoped it would envelop you both in that perfect morning light, just like the tender moment that unfolded before you.

As you stood there, the air between you buzzed with desire, the sweet moment blending into something more fervent. You could feel the heat radiating from your partner, and you yearned for their touch to explore not just your skin, but the depths of your craving.

“Jake…” they murmured, their voice low and inviting, sending shivers down your spine. The way they said your name made your heart race, an echo of the need building inside you. You took a breath, letting it out slowly, trying to steady yourself against the intensity of the moment.

“I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat as their hands found your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of their body against yours ignited every nerve ending, and you tilted your head back slightly, allowing the kisses to travel down your neck again, their mouth soft and teasing against your skin.

“Tell me what you want,” they whispered between kisses. The way they held you, so possessively yet tenderly, made your head spin. You could feel heat pooling in your core, an ache that craved more than just a gentle touch.

“I want you,” you confessed, the admission slipping past your lips with breathy urgency. “I need you to make me feel good.” There was a softness in your voice that reflected your submissive nature, and it only made their grip tighten around your waist. Their fingers traced over your hips, exploring the contours of your body, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

“Just like this?” they teased, their lips grazing your earlobe before trailing lower to your collarbone, each touch igniting a fire inside you.

“Yes,” you whimpered, feeling undeniably vulnerable yet exhilarated. You slipped your hands into their hair, clenching the strands gently as you pulled them closer, your body instinctively arching towards them. “Please… don’t stop.”

With a smile that held promise, they stepped back slightly, their gaze locking onto yours, searching for any hint of hesitation. When none came, they grinned wider and began to peel the layers between you away, creating an undeniable electric tension.

“Then let’s make this morning unforgettable,” they said, their thumb brushing against your cheek before guiding your mouth to theirs. When their lips met yours, the kiss was soft at first, an exploration of warmth and curiosity. You responded eagerly, parting your lips to deepen the connection, feeling their hands wander down your sides, drinking in every bit of you.

The world outside faded away, and all that existed was the sweet taste of your partner and the gentle pressure of their hands exploring your body, igniting every inch of your skin with need. As your heart raced and your desires blazed, you surrendered completely to the moment, knowing this was just the beginning of a delicious morning filled with intimacy and warmth.

Their kiss deepened, a blend of warmth and yearning that made your heart race. Every brush of their lips sent shivers coursing through your body, and you became acutely aware of the way your breathing quickened, matching the rising urgency in the air. You felt their hands travel up your sides, fingertips grazing your skin as they explored every subtle curve.

With a gentle push, they guided you back against the countertop, the cool surface contrasting with the warmth of your bodies. The sound of the sizzling pancakes faded into the background, becoming a distant memory as you focused solely on each other. In that moment, everything else outside the kitchen ceased to exist.

“Jake,” they murmured, their breath hot against your mouth as they pulled away just enough to gaze into your eyes. “You’re beautiful.” The sincerity in their words made your cheeks flush, and the vulnerability you felt only heightened your need.

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded, biting your bottom lip, your voice a blend of desire and desperation. You could sense the heat rising in your core, a growing need that demanded release. You shifted against the countertop, seeking the friction that would ease the ache building deep inside you.

“Of course, sweetheart,” they replied, and with that, their lips found your neck again, tracing their way down to your collarbone. You let out a soft sigh, reveling in the way they took their time, each kiss deliberate and teasing. Their hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head back to give them better access, and the gentle dominance made your heart race.

As their mouth traveled lower, you felt the way your body responded, every touch igniting a spark. You wrapped your arms around their neck, fingers tangling in their hair, urging them on as they shifted lower, kissing your shoulders, trailing soft, warm kisses along your exposed skin. It made you whine, a sound of longing that echoed through the kitchen, mixing beautifully with the scent of pancakes that still lingered in the air.

“Please,” you begged again, breathless and needy. “I want more. I need you to touch me… everywhere.” The confession hung between you, raw and open, and you saw the flicker of desire in their eyes—an understanding of your undeniable longing.

“Alright, Jake, just relax,” they said, their voice a soothing balm against the heat rising between you. They guided your body closer to theirs, encouraging you to feel fully the warmth pooling in your core, ready to break free.

With a teasing smile, they began to explore—fingers trailing over your waist, slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare skin. You gasped, the sensation electrifying as their touch moved higher, exploring the curves of your body, igniting flames in your belly. You pressed your body into them, needy and desperate, grinning at the connection—the way your bodies seemed to fit together, molded into one another.

“Just let go for me,” they urged softly, their lips brushing against yours once more, a tantalizing promise lingering in the air.

With a nod, you surrendered completely. The rest of the world faded away as you fell further into the warmth of their embrace, ready to lose yourself in the blissful, sweet moments that lay ahead, a perfect morning that would linger long after the pancakes had cooled.

The air felt thick with anticipation as you gazed into their eyes, the intensity of the moment wrapping around you like a warm embrace. You could feel the yearning building within, a pulse of heat that begged for release. Your heart raced as their fingers danced along your body, tracing lines of fire over your skin.

“Please…” you breathed, the word spilling from your lips in a whisper laced with an intoxicating mix of desire and urgency. “I need you.”

They paused, their green eyes dark with longing as they searched your face, looking for any signs of doubt. Instead, they found only need, and the corners of their mouth curled into a knowing smile. Leaning in closer, they brushed their lips against your forehead. “What do you want, Jake? Tell me.”

You swallowed hard, the tension in the air thickening with every heartbeat. “I want you to touch me. I want to feel you… everywhere.” The confession, raw and unfiltered, sent a thrill down your spine. You saw the slight hitch in their breath, the way they responded to your words, and it ignited a fire in you that burned hotter.

“God, you’re so beautiful when you let go like this,” they said, their voice a low murmur, laced with desire. “I want to see all of you.”

A rush of warmth flooded your cheeks at their words, but the heat coursing through your body was far more overpowering than any embarrassment. You felt exhilarated, alive in a way that electrified your senses. As they leaned down again, their lips brushing softly against your neck, you let out a little moan, the sound spilling from your lips filled with longing.

“Please, don’t tease,” you begged, winding your fingers tightly in their hair, pulling them closer. “I need you to touch me more… I want to feel everything.” Every word felt like a plea, an invitation to unleash the passion swirling between you.

They raised their head, locking eyes with you once more. “Tell me how you want it,” they said, their voice low and seductive. It sent shivers racing down your spine, igniting a deeper need within you.

“I want you to kiss me, to run your hands over my body. I need you everywhere, inside and out. I want you to make me feel things I've never felt before,” you confessed, your voice trembling with vulnerability and urgency.

“Good,” they replied, a shiver of excitement running through them. “I’ll give you everything you want.”

With that, they resumed their sweet directive, their hands roaming your body, fingertips leaving trails of heat in their wake. As they grazed your sides, you arched into their touch, craving more. The sensation was dizzying, and you could feel the slow build of heat pooling in your core.

“More…” you begged, eyes fluttering shut as they kissed along your collarbone, trailing their mouth downward. “I need more than this. Please.”

Without missing a beat, they pulled back just enough to gaze into your eyes. “I love the sound of you begging,” they murmured, their breath ghosting over your skin, igniting your skin with the promise of pleasure. “You can have everything you want, I promise.”

You whimpered in response, the sound a mix of submission and desperation. “Please… don’t stop. I want to feel you..”

Their breath hitched audibly, desire flickering in their eyes at your words. They moved closer again, their hands finding your waist, fingers digging gently into your skin. “Alright, Jake. But you have to promise me that you’ll tell me if you want me to slow down.”

The seriousness in their voice sent a rush of warmth through you. You nodded fervently, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. “I promise.”

“Good,” they said, their lips brushing against yours in a teasing caress before they began to kiss down your body again. The feeling of their mouth on your skin was intoxicating, each kiss sending waves of heat radiating through you.

They paused at your waistband, and your heart raced as you watched them, anticipation hanging heavy around you like a blanket. “Are you ready for this?” they asked softly, looking up at you as though searching for reassurance.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just… please don’t tease me anymore. I need to feel you.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, they lowered your waistband, their eyes darkening as they revealed you to them completely. The vulnerability made you feel both exposed and exhilarated. You shivered as their fingertips brushed against your skin, exploring the curves of your body with an intimacy that left you breathless.

“Jake… you’re stunning,” they murmured, their fingers dancing teasingly along your thighs, igniting the flames of desire within you. Their touch felt electric on your skin, and you whimpered softly, arching into their caress as longing pooled deeper inside.

“Please…” you begged again, unable to contain the urgency within you. “I want more. I can’t wait any longer.”

A teasing smile crossed their face. “You really are quite the beggar, aren’t you?”

“Just… please…” you pressed, your voice thick with desperation and need. “I need you to touch me—make me feel good.”

The moment hung heavily in the air between you, and you could see the intensity in their eyes, raw and passionate. With a smirk, they leaned in closer, their lips brushing against your ear. “I can do that. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Then, they descended lower, their mouth trailing soft kisses across your stomach, igniting fire in their wake. Each kiss was a gentle exploration, as their fingers slid beneath you, caressing and teasing, igniting every nerve ending in your body.

“God… yes,” you gasped, your back arching involuntarily, seeking more of their touch. Their teasing felt heavenly, but you couldn’t help but want them to hurry. The ache inside you was becoming unbearable.

“I love how responsive you are,” they murmured, their breath warm on your skin. “It makes me want to take my time even more.”

“Please… don’t tease me,” you begged once more, your voice somewhat breathless with raw need. “I can’t take it.”

With a playful grin, they obliged, drawing closer. Their mouth found your most sensitive spot, and all at once, you felt your world collapse in on itself as pleasure shot through you like lightning. You gasped, your hands clenching around their shoulders as waves of ecstasy coursed through your body.

As they worked their magic, you couldn't control the sounds escaping your lips, a symphony of gasps and moans that echoed through the kitchen. You were completely lost in the sensations, your body responding instinctively to their every touch.

“Please… I’m so close,” you panted, your voice thick with desire. “Don’t stop… I need you to keep going.”

“Let me hear you beg for it, Jake,” they said between slow, deliberate kisses against your skin. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“More… please!” you cried, the plea spilling from your lips in frantic earnestness. “I don't want it to end. Just… don’t stop, I need you.”

They seemed to relish in your desperation, the way your body writhed beneath their touch, pulling them closer as you chased the buzz of pleasure. “That’s it, just let go. Let me give you everything you desire.”

You surrendered completely, losing yourself in the waves of pleasure crashing over you like an unstoppable tide, each wave pulling you deeper into bliss. You felt the ache in your belly tighten, and you knew you were on the verge of breaking—of becoming completely undone.

“Yes… just like that,” you breathed, heart racing as you felt the fire within you swell to an unbearable peak. “I’m so close. Don’t stop… please don’t stop.” Every word felt like a mantra, urging them on as you clutched at them desperately, seeking that final release.

“Come for me, Jake,” they murmured, their gaze filled with intensity, their hands guiding you closer. “Let everything go.”

With a final, tortured cry, pleasure exploded through you, and you surrendered to the sensations, the world around you becoming a blur. All that existed was the bliss that enveloped you, every nerve singing in harmony as you fell, shattering against the sheer intensity of it all.

As the waves receded, you felt yourself float back down to reality, the noise of the kitchen returning to your ears. You opened your eyes slowly, looking down at your partner, who gazed back at you with a satisfied smile, their lips curling slightly as they leaned in for a soft kiss.

“You okay?” they asked, their eyes sparkling with affection.

“More than okay,” you replied breathlessly, still reeling from the intensity of what just happened. The warmth in your chest and the lingering sensation of pleasure was a euphoric aftershock.

With a softer smile, they wrapped their arms around you, pulling you close, their fingers gently threading through your hair. “I’m glad. You deserve to feel that way.”

You smiled back, feeling a profound connection deepen between you, something unspoken yet tangible in the air. “Thank you for that… for everything.”

“It was all you, Jake. You’re the one who let me in,” they said, their voice soft yet filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter once again.

In that moment, you felt a sense of safety, a cocoon of intimacy wrapping you both as you stood there, hearts racing, souls entwined. Yes, the mornings might become mundane, but this one would remain etched in memory, a vivid reminder of the beautiful connection you shared.

After moments of silence wrapped in each other’s arms, you finally broke it. “So… what about those pancakes?”

They chuckled softly and pulled away slightly, still keeping you close. “They might be a little... crispy by now,” they teased, a twinkle in their eye.

“All good things take time,” you replied with a playful smirk, the warmth between you palpable.

“True,” they said, planting a quick kiss on your forehead. “But how about we take our time with each other a bit more first?”

A soft laugh bubbled up from within as you snuggled closer, realizing that the moment might have passed, but the day was still young, and the possibilities were endless. With that promise hanging in the air, you both turned your attentions away from the kitchen, reveling in the comfort of the moment—and in each other.

[honeylemony]

Shout-out to the only man ever

[naivegh0ul]

You never expected to have Jacob, of all people, whimpering and squirming under you, weakly attempting to buck you off as your hands teased his over-sensitive cock.

You've seen this man take down two headed zombies and fight his way out of impossible situations, yet he can't handle a little overstimulation.

"Sensitive, baby?" You coo, definitely mocking him. He huffs and tries to defend himself, but all that comes out is a weak string of moans.

"Not- mmm- not your b-baby." His eyes meet yours, watery and desperate and he exhales shakily as his hands grab your hips. For some reason, he pulls you closer, rubbing his swollen cock against your thighs.

He jolts and moans but continues to hold onto you, calloused, blood-stained hands digging into your waist as he twitches. He looks so pathetic under you, teary and whining and biting his chapped lips.

You can tell he wants to flip you, put you under him and take control, but you're milking his third orgasm out of him with those soft, perfect hands and all he can do is lie there and take it.

"Good boy." He doesn't even deny it when you purr those words, going as far to jerk his head yes and rock his hips, fucking into your hands.