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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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bite and chew. (extras)

★ their mate is in the same house and the two of them know they should be talking to him but, instead, they let off a little steam

anon asked: LOL SO LIKE WAS THE REASON MEL SAID THEY WERENT IN THE STATE TO HAVE GUESTS WAS BECOS THEY WERE FUCKING? AND THAT'S WHY LEO HAD THAT BUTT PLUG?

a/n: a little behind the scenes for that lil scene loool hope ur fine with me answering it this way just becos im super ocd about the formatting! this is very all over the place lmao but i just wanted to write it out becos yeah.... im really sorry (:

also before anyone asks THEYRE MARRIED THATS WHY THEY HAVE THE SAME LAST NAME DONT BE WEIRD!

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: implied poly werewolves x male reader, isamu lowell x leonard lowell word count: 2690

warning: not much reader in here, leonard is bratty and mean, isamu is just here for the ride, having sex in a semi-public place, kind of exhibitionism? almost exhibitionism? hard to explain but they jerk of right outside of the room reader is in

"Who's the twunk?"

The words leave Leonard's lips before he could stop himself. They always always did and he always beat himself up for it but he had never hated himself for it more than that moment because you were more than a twunk.

You were the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.

You were so stunning.

Mel had always told Leonard that he'd understand once you came, that it would be different with you. Leonard had been the last to join the pack so he didn't know what it felt like but that he'd apparently just know.

He always feared that he wouldn't know, that he'd never feel it, that the feeling would actually just be some sort of irrational jealousy as Mel and Isamu doted over the new addition.

But no, he felt it with you.

Just looking at you, just staring at you, he knew it was you.

The timing was right too. The full moon just started and he was already feeling his blood rushing to his cock at the sight of you standing there, looking at him oddly.

Oddly because he called you a twunk. Fuck.

Mel was saying something. He said your name. Leonard needed to pay attention. He needed to say something, anything. He forced a smile on, trying his best not to look like he wanted to devour you "Nice to meet you too!"

Gods, he wanted to absolutely tear you apart and devour you. In all the best ways, of course.

Leonard couldn't take this anymore. Without thinking (because he never thought on anything first before doing it), he rushed away, desperate for any sort of relief.

"Saaam!"

Their entire cabin was only one floor so, sometimes, getting from point A to point B was frustrating as all Hell but, thankfully, Isamu was where Leonard had last left him.

Leonard burst into the master bedroom, broad grin on his face.

Isamu was completely naked, cock clutched in his fist, sweat trickling down the side of his face and cum dribbling down his shaft. Even though it had been a few minutes since he'd cum, Isamu was still panting like he'd run a marathon.

And, honestly, anyone Leonard rode pretty much always felt that way.

"They're here." Leonard tried to tell Isamu, bright blue eyes wide and that famous wolfish grin on his face "He's here."

Of course, they only ever spoke about one person that way so Isamu immediately knew who Leonard was talking about.

As if he was never tired in the first place, Isamu sat up, eyes wide and a panicked expression on his face "Oh no, what should I do? Fuck!"

Then, he let go of his own cock like the thing was made of molten lava "I-I-I can't meet them looking l-like this!"

"Hmmm," Leonard tapped the bottom of his lip, trying his best to look like he was thinking on it "How about we help each other out?"

Then, he was moving forward and riffling through the nightstand right next to his side of the bed. It was a little hard to find what he was looking for since he wasn't exactly the most organised in the pack but, eventually, his fingers found it and he fished it out.

It was a butt plug that fit perfectly in his hand, all shiny and crystalline, a suitably perfect rosy pink color. At the very head of it was a beautiful blooming flower.

Isamu took one look at it and shook his head "No way."

"What do you mean no way?" Leonard huffed as he tossed it in Isamu's direction. The poor guy barely had any time to catch the thing.

"No way, I'm n-not going to put this in you!" Isamu watched as Leonard started stripping his sweatpants and then his boxers "We're going to end up losing control and then fucking!"

"I need to prep myself, okay? I'm going to get our mate to fuck me tonight." Leonard let Isamu know a-matter-of-factly, smug expression on his face before he was bending himself over in front of his mate.

Isamu sighed, ragged and tired "You don't even know if he's into guys."

"He may not be into guys but he's our mate. He'll be into us." Leonard said it with such confidence that, honestly? Isamu found himself believing him.

It didn't mean that Isamu was any more on board with Leonard's stupid bullshit, though. But, he knew all the time spent arguing with Leonard was wasted time.

So, he grabbed the lube next to the bed on the floor and warmed it up on his fingers. Leonard always complained when it was too cold and he didn't want him to complain when he was already stepping on Isamu's nerves.

"Fuuuck, Sam, your fingers are always the best." Leonard groaned a little when Isamu finally started pushing his fingers in, the lube making the insertion smooth and easy.

Mel's fingers were always the hardest to take because they were always so rough and thick. Perks of being a lumberjack, Leonard supposed. But Isamu's fingers were long and lithe; they always seemed to get to the places in Leonard that nobody else could.

"Shit. RIght there, baby, fuck." Leonard buried his face into his arms as the tips of Isamu's fingers brushed against something inside him that made his cock twitch.

Isamu hated that Leonard was enjoying this so much. So, as a little bit of retaliation, he couldn't help but give his ass cheek a little bit of a spank with his free hand.

Leonard was the best to spank out of the three of them. Unlike Mel and Isamu, Leonard had pale skin so, when they hit and bruised him, his skin always turned such pretty vibrant colours.

And he cried so pretty too.

"Fuck, shit, sorry." Leonard's hips did a little aborted thrust like they didn't know whether to grind his cock against the mattress for relief or to push hard against Isamu for more "Shit, Isamuu."

Both of them knew the apology was bullshit but Isamu took it anyway and rubbed a comforting palm against the stinging ass cheek.

It didn't stop him from tapping it again once, twice, thrice, each time harder than the last, trying to remind Leonard that this entire thing really was inconveniencing him just a little bit.

Leonard sobbed each time, the apologies disappearing, replaced with that bratty attitude of his that always demanded things.

"Fucking stop! Shit! Fuck!" He'd curse but he wouldn't pull away, wouldn't actually stop Isamu, would just keep letting his mate fuck his fingers into his ass.

"Okay, shit, I've had enough!" Finally, Leonard pushed his hand back and clawed at Isamu's leg, teeth bared "Push the fucking plug in me or I might push you down and fuck you."

Isamu gulped and nodded a little haltingly. Yeah, this was exactly what he was worried about.

He took his hand off of Leonard's ass cheek to grab the butt plug only to realise that it was cold. So, he put the whole thing in his mouth, saliva coating it and dribbling down the corner of his mouth.

Of course, Leonard watched and he couldn't help but think how erotic Isamu looked taking the thing and licking at it.

It made him want to fuck him even more. Which, of course, made him groan and grind his cock into the rough sheets under him.

"Calm down." Isamu grumbled and took his fingers out of Leonard's ass before finally coating the butt plug with lube and slipping the whole thing into Leonard's ass.

It was mesmerising to watch it slip so easily in and to see the excess lube dribble out.

It was even more unbelievable to watch Leonard get up like nothing ever happened. He didn't even hobble as he angrily cleaned himself up and got dressed.

"Wait! Fuck," Isamu grabbed his pant leg "You said you'd help me out!"

Leonard laughed, all mean-spirited before kneeling beside the bed.

Without even hesitating, he took Isamu's cock into his hand and licked a long stripe, from the base to the tip, before taking the tip into his mouth and suckling on it.

Isamu's head fell back, a strangled moan leaving his throat. "Y-You're not helping!"

Leonard laughed again, lips vibrating around Isamu's tip and causing his hips to jerk up into Leonard's mouth.

In response, Leonard gave a couple of taps on Isamu's hip. Calm down.

"S-Sorry, just-- Fuck, don't-- don't laugh with my p-p-penis in your mouth." Isamu stuttered out, his hand darting out to cup the back of Leonard's neck.

Leonard already knew that but that didn't mean he wouldn't do it. It was always fun to see Isamu freaking out about it, after all.

Still, as an apology, Leonard smoothly took the rest of Isamu's cock down his throat, monster length and all. The slurp of cum, lube and saliva was absolutely obscene.

At least, Isamu thought so as he let the rest of his body fall back, his hand tightening around the back of Leonard's neck, his hips struggling to hold back on fucking the poor guy's throat.

"Fuck, fuck, Leo, fuck."

As suddenly as he did it, though, he was pulling back, slowly sucking and licking as he took out inch after inch. Isamu watched with bated breath as the bulge in Leonard's throat seemed to shift before disappearing completely.

Leonard would kill him one of these days.

"There, all clean." The monster croaked out before clearing his throat and licking his lips like he'd finished a popsicle and not absolutely deepthroated Isamu's cock.

Then, to make matters even worse, Leonard took Isamu by the wrist and cleaned the cum off his hand, his tongue working in between his fingers and lapping at his palm.

"Leo!" Isamu let out another strangled moan, his hips helplessly thrusting into nothing and his cock feebly bobbing around.

"Come on, our mate is literally on the other side of this damn house!" Leonard stood up, dusting himself off before throwing clothes at Isamu, uncaring when they hit him in the face instead of landing on his lap.

Isamu just sighed and obediently put them on, knowing full well that, when Leonard got like this, it was better to let him boss you around than to argue.

That and Isamu was excited too, after all.

Isamu knew the happiness that came with finding another mate. Just finding Mel was a miracle in itself.

He hadn't known that his... condition had been so... trainable and Mel helped him out. To think that they became mates too? It was like fate brought them together.

And then Mother Moon brought them Leonard? It was more than Isamu could ever ask for.

Now, she gave him another gift with you.

So, yes, Isamu nervously followed Leonard, scared out of his mind to see you but also happy and excited and all of these emotions brewing inside of his chest.

And when he saw you? When he looked at you, sitting there at the table, looking at him with those eyes, that handsome sweet smile on your face? He knew, just like how he knew when he saw Mel and when he saw Leonard, that you were his.

"Hello." He wheezed out, unable to really think of anything more intelligent to say.

Especially when you smiled at him like that so brilliantly, like the Sun itself "Hello! You must be Sam, right? Nice to meet you!"

"Isamu." He corrected before realising how stupid that sounded "Y-You can call me Sam."

Then, to make it even worse, like his body wanted to embarrass him, he bowed. He really didn't mean to do it but his body was moving before he could stop himself.

Thoroughly embarrassed (and his cock still hard from both what Leonard had done before and from just seeing you), he scurried away.

"Sam!" He heard Leonard follow after him but he was near tears, knowing that you probably thought he was some stupid idiot or something.

When he showed no signs of stopping, Leonard wrapped his arms around Isamu's waist and tried to pull him to a stop.

Of course, Leonard was no match for someone so buff and tough like Isamu. But, out of respect for Leonard or because he liked doting on him, Isamu almost immediately stopped.

Just as the two of them paused almost right outside the kitchen, they heard your voice, melodic and sweet.

"What's up with all of you and your partners looking supernaturally good-looking?"

Isamu felt his cheeks and his ears grow hot. You didn't think he was some weirdo for being so flustered and embarrassed in front of you?

Leonard sighed and Isamu felt his breath against his ear.

"See, you're fine. You're panicking without thinking again." Leonard whispered against Isamu's ear, his lips tickling the shell of it "Just calm down."

Then, Isamu felt Leonard smirk "Let me help you calm down."

Without warning, Leonard's hand snuck into Isamu's sweatpants and into his boxers, his fingers wrapping around his still hard cock and pulling it out.

There was no lube, of course, and no cum to help so Leonard huffed "Spit."

"W-We-We're right outside--" Isamu tried to protest.

"I said spit." Leonard huffed out again and, knowing Leonard, Isamu just did as he was told, letting a line of his spit drop onto his own cock.

Leonard laughed rather meanly before spreading the spit all over the shaft of Isamu's cock. It still wasn't enough, of course, but it definitely helped.

"Gods, I bet if our mate saw you now..." Leonard let himself trail off and Isamu's hips helplessly jerked forward at the thought.

What, you'd think Isamu was pathetic? That he was disgusting for being turned on just looking at you? That he shouldn't be leaking so much pre-cum while he was being jerked off right outside the room you were in?

Isamu immediately pulled his hand up to his face and bit down on the back of his wrist, trying his hardest not to let out all the pitiful moans and whines he wanted to.

Leonard let out a couple of breathy chuckles as he continued to work Isamu's cock "You're getting off on it, aren't you? I bet you'd really cum hard if he came out and saw you."

Isamu shook his head but the two of them knew he was just denying the truth.

"Listen to his voice while you get off, you pervert." Leonard's free hand suddenly came up to pinch Isamu's face, his thumb and fingers digging into his cheeks.

"Yeah, my girlfriend invited me but then ditched me to go hang out with some buff guy."

"Girlfriend? Ha, you're getting off to a guy with a girlfriend, 'Samu." Leonard jeered, fist clenching a bit harder around Isamu's cock as he did a particularly rough jerk. "What are you going to do about that, Isamu? Our mate has a girlfriend."

Oh no, oh no. The worst part about Leonard was that he knew exactly what buttons to press and he knew exactly how easily Isamu got jealous over his mates.

He didn't even know who your girlfriend was but, Gods, did he want to rip out her throat with his bare teeth.

Isamu's teeth tightened around his own wrist and he futilely fucked into Leonard's fist, trying to chase the high that he felt coiling into his stomach.

Isamu wanted to claim you, wanted to take you away from your girlfriend. She didn't deserve you anyway. Only they did. Only they deserved you, you could only belong to them.

When Isamu came, his entire body bent forwards and he could barely muffle the huffed out moan that left his throat. Leonard himself laughed up a storm and had to cover his mouth.

The cum, of course, splattered all over the floor and Leonard knew he'd have to clean that up.

Isamu was absolutely out of it, his entire body sagging and tired as he panted and groaned.

"Sam, Leo, come here and hang out with our new guest!"

Or they could probably clean it up later.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere #oc x reader #male oc #male werewolf x reader #werewolf oc x reader #werewolf x reader #melchior #isamu #leonard #chaptered #lemony content

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reluctanttrabbit · 7 months

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hehe first mutual ask, a question to you and any other Vanny fan that comes across this..

Do you know what it is about Vanny that's so appealing to you?

I love the idea of her so much and I just cannot figure out why to put it into words. Something about the potential of her design and plot. bnuny.. i love seeing bunny but I don't fully understand what it is in my brain that makes me like her so much, I wasn't even really a rabbit person before getting back into sb lol

YAYAY FIRST MUTUAL ASK!

hmmm tbh i just woke up so my wording/reasoning here might not be the best just bear with me lmao

i feel like the thing thats so appealing to me about her is like. the lack of her? because you see her almost nowhere in security breach and she has at least 3 voicelines. back when SB first came out i watched markiplier play it and instantly got hooked. but i remember not drawing or liking vanny as much as the others??

i think my obsession with her really started when i watched those cut content videos by tetrabitgaming and watched all the pre-release trailers. bc then i was like "woah wait she was supposed to be important" and thinking about that potential she could've had. i totally understand that it wasn't on steel wool studios and they had a deadline that playstation gave them or whatever but ALL THE TIME i wonder what kind of game we could've gotten if that deadline wasn't there. everyday i wake up and hope for a security breach remaster 😭

also her backstory is an important factor because like. wtf do you mean this character was planned for 3 years just to be shafted. wdym shes "been" in 2 other games wdym she used to be a 20-year old who just wanted to do her job??? wdym she now has this rabbit virus guy in her head??? wdym shes basically the next killer of the franchise bringing in a new era??? like dudeee its just so interesting theres so much you can do with her!! and yet literally everything that they wanted to explore with her got cut or scrapped and it makes me so mad!!!!

actually i think that might be my reason why i like her so much LMAO because im mad she cant be the character she was supposed to be

idk i just really like stupid patchwork bunny girl :3

#vanny shenanigans #asks #roxtron #mutuals #vanny fnaf #fnaf vanny #vanny #fnaf

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luvkuvi · 1 year

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tell me, dearest ryuu... do you have any fav hcs? (can be for scara or any other character hehe) -- anon-anon

SCARA HC RAHHH🔥🔥🔥

might suckk bcs its what popped up on my head will def expand on these for the future and might make a spearte post + adding more but lets go(mostly wanderer era :P) Nsfw under the cut!!

• Okay i am tired of "cold hearted" scara hc bcs i swear thats just on the outside and on the inside he's just fragile and the feeling of love feels foreign to him so the first time he gets into a relationship he is nervous, scared but really happy to have you

• Tsundere 100% Tsundere no debate thats what i beleive

• expanding on the tsundere idea his so called "love language" is calling you names and playful bullying but he would never intentionally call you hateful words on purpose. if he does it accidentally he would apologize and comfort you and be soft

• Tries his best to adjust to life with a partner and gets insecure at time because abandonment issues he worries you might leave him so give this man encouraging words

• Just bcs hes soft to you doesnt mean he is to others. man is a bully and you cant take that out of him lmfao so protective boyfriend vibes

• when he gives you gifts or do cute gestures he really tries to make it less mushy but ends up making it worse for him. For example when he gived you any type of jewelry he would say something along the lines of "dont think much about it i just thought you would look pretty with it..and NOT because i wanna see you in it or anything" haha i love hatguy

• Actually a good boyfriend hes the perfect mix of protective,loving,clingy etc hes so boyfriend material and i can see his love language being quality time so be prepared to have his annoying ass to be with you at all times while he complains you're always following him(its the opposite hes following you)

For nsfw headcanons haha now were talking

• proud beleiver of switch scara who doesn't mind what position as long as hes with you

• Hat stays on btw/hj

• prefers to give than to receive just loves it when hes between your legs and theres something about him that tells me he likes it when youre tugging on his hair or when you buck your hips into his mouth, that means hes doing a great job.

• But for punishment or when hes pissed at you he has a "no touching" rule where he will either tie your hands or just swat your hands away when you touch him during punishment

• loves it when you mark him from scratches on his back to love bites and hickes he loves them

• i also think his electro symbol on his like nape is sensitive so please touch that

• when subbing he's bratty degrading you even if you're the one pounding into him lmfao

• likes it when youre on top or domming he thinks its hot but doesnt admit it

• choking. hes into that but likes it more when you choke him

• kiss him anywhere and he would melt especially his stomach oh god i want him so bad ⁉️

• i can say his dick is pretty just like him. its slightly bigger than average like 5.7 (soft) and 6.3(when hard)for the length and 4 inches for the girth. Hes a grower sometimes can feel him grow when hes inside of you. I would say his cum is thick but leaky dunno how to explain...( all that height went to his dick yw

• tip color: #e8b3c3

• shaft/base color: #f0d9c9

• cum color(dont ask i know experienced it myself): #f5f0fa

#—ryuu spam #—anon anon

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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— “LESSON LEARNED.” + KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

author’s note(s): a product of me refusing to study and thinking about nothing but bakugou, so enjoy my beautiful little loves and good luck on exams and deadlines if you have them!!

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, degradation, slight size!kink, clit play, tutor!bakugou + sorority girl!reader.

you never quite expected tutor!bakugou to be so rough, so brash. you had heard that his teaching methods were everything other than traditional— kirishima from the frathouse across the street whining to you about the bruises he’d gotten for simply mistaking one fact for another, but you were desperate. you needed to bring your grades up and you’re sure he could do with the extra credit for tutoring you.

tutor!bakugou is not what you expected, you were sure you’d get a whiny little thing like your ex midoriya, who’d shake in his boots upon seeing a darling little sorority girl like you. but bakugou is big, tattooed arms barely restrained by his tight black t-shirt, glasses low on his nose, ruby eyes darkened with concentration. he barely bats an eyelid when you enter the study room. “get out yer material, you’ve got a lotta shit to cover. s’a miracle you’re even still here.” he grunts when you sit next to him, again, barely batting an eyelid.

are the rumours about tutor!bakugou true? surely someone this good looking can’t t be a virgin, couldn’t have never had a partner or had a one night stand. he looks too sinful to be this good— to be a top student with nothing but pretty grades and a squeaky clean reputation, especially in college. so for an hour or so, you put him to the test with a plan you might come to regret. you whine his name when confused, lean over tutor!bakugou to get a ‘better’ look at the material, slide your hand up his thigh and play dumb— so you seem excited when getting something right.

slowly but surely you chip away at the blonde, watching his resolve break until finally tutor!bakugou snatches your wrist from its ‘innocent’ placement on his inner thigh and he yanks you towards him, sinister snarl etching its way onto handsome features. “try that shit again, ‘n i’ll fuckin’ punish you. got that?” katsuki hisses to you, glasses slipping down his nose and his eyes calculating and cool.

you should have been scared, should have backed down while you still hand the chance— “i don’t know what you mean baku, i just want you to help me,” but instead, you push his glasses up his nose and grin stupidly.

“answer the fuckin question, fuckslut.”

tutor!bakugou’s hot voice above the shell of your ear makes you shiver in his lap, heat flushing through your body at the debauched scene. one thing you can note from this tutoring session, is that katsuki bakugou in fact, isn’t a virgin despite what the rumours say and is more than capable handling dumb little sorority girls like you. you find your back pressed against his chest, molten warmth seeping through your clothes is hands force open your plush thighs and delve into the stickiness that hides between them.

“can’t y’hear me, slut?” katsuki huffs, annoyance rolling in waves through his tone. the yellowed pages of great expectations swim before your very own eyes— tears mounting your waterline and lower lashes as the blonde gives a sharp thrust to ‘wake you the fuck up’. he’s big, everywhere not just in his build that you’d observed earlier. no, tutor!bakugou’s cock sits snugly against your gummy walls while they trap him inside of you—you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix, bulging in your tummy while you squirm, spread across thick, muscled thighs. “s’not a wonder why you’re failing, nothin’ but air up in this pretty little head of yers.”

your cunt flutters, he’s right, you can’t even think straight with the pulse of his shaft against your dripping sex nor with his lips ghosting across the back of your neck and the flex of his muscles while he turns the page of your studying materials. your mouth is too wet, too hot, salivating while you try to calm your lust clouded mind and focus. “ba-kugou,” you mewl, the shift of his hips beneath you to get comfortable, sending you into overdrive. “‘m sorry, i’ll try t-to focus from now on...just please...move...”

tutor!bakugou laughs breathily in your ear— sending butterflies in a frenzy in your lower tummy and your tight pussy clamps down at the melody of a sound. “y’think you’re so funny, honey,” his fingers dance across your shiny, wet thighs and place feather light shapes on your puffy clit, causing you to throw your head back in sensitive ecstasy. katsuki doesn’t like that, freehand roughly gripping your throat to pull you back down to your incomplete work. “you really think i was gonna let you make a move on me without you actually learnin’ a damn thing? now i’ve got you stuffed full on my cock ‘n y’got the nerve to complain about it...’m not the one who wanted to mix work with pleasure.”

“I-i didn’t, i’m sorry—“ your voice is punctuated by wobbly hiccups as you shake your head, fighting the sleepy wave of neediness that pulses through your body since tutor!bakugou has cut off your air supply. he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, skirt flipped up so he can see himself beginning to pump in and out of you— prodding at your g-spot. the hand around your throat tightens and even he knows that you’ll need all the oxygen to your brain you can get to answer this simple question.

“then answer the damn question, it’s not that fuckin’ hard.”

you tremble, thankful for the frosted glass windows of the study room. it is that hard, you can’t think with his thick girth stretching you open and two of his hot digits burning circles into your swollen nub. “i cant, s’too much, please just move—“ the words die in your throat, fading into a squeal when bakugou lands harsh spank against your creamy folds— sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“‘m not fuckin’ movin’ in this bitchy, needy fuckin’ cunt until you answer these questions right. dumb sluts don’t get rewards no matter how cute they look split open on my fat cock.” the tone of tutor!bakugou’s voice lowers into an evil growl before his fingers slide up the length of your slit to play with the desperate juices gushing from your hole.

“bakugou—“

“katsuki, sir.” he corrects you quickly, the grip he has on your throat moving up to your cheeks. katsuki squishes them together, forcing the tears to roll freely from your babydoll eyes as he steadies your blurry gaze on the set of work on the desk. “you really must be a stupid bitch if you can’t get this one right, or are my cock and my fingers making you that fuckin’ dumb, princess?”

you nod, not a clear answer in your mind as you wonder how the fuck katsuki bakugou can hold out on you for this long, even when you clench down on him and your honeyed nectar drips between his balls. the whole afternoon is torture, leaving you on edge and the verge of release.

thats your own fault though, guess you should have learned your lesson.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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“are y’not gonna let me finish my workout, little minx?” h is working out and the missus is horny seeing him all sweaty and his muscles flexing 🥵

gangrry.

YN was on the stationary bike in their home gym. Her legs were pushing the pedals with laziness due to being distracted.

Her husband was currently shirtless, only in a pair of short black athletic shorts and his trainers as he did bicep curls with large weights.

His skin was glistening, no clear space from his neck disappearing into his shorts of his naturally pale skin just tattoos.

“Focus, brat,” Harry makes deadly eye contact through the mirror as he watches her put no effort into the workout.

“Fuck off,” She replies sweetly, keeping her feet at the same, snails pace as she watches his back muscles flex tightly.

Harry grunts as he finishes out his last repetition of curls before dropping them heavily on the ground, and turning towards her.

“Y’not in here to try to fuck me. Y’need more stamina. If you had it, y’wouldn’t have a fucking black eye,” His shoulders are tight and a angry frown on his face.

YN softens, stopping her movement completely,“Stop blaming yourself. It’s not your fault that guy punched me. I wasn’t paying close enough attention.”

Harry trails over, unhappy as he thumbs over the discolored skin, “It is m’fault. Y’my wife, the only person I care about protecting.”

“I think you made up for it in the fact that you literally murdered them right after they did it,” YN replies, grabbing at his wrist to kiss his palm.

It was so interesting when Harry melting into this loving, protective, vulnerable person that he’d never been around anyone but YN.

“Kill anyone f’you. I just can’t let anything ever happen t’you,” Harry says forcefully, “You’re my only reason.”

Harry didn’t hug before YN.

Harry would have pushed the person off with a scoff or tensed up like he was going to be attacked - he’d never understood the gesture.

But now he asked for hugs.

He felt comfort when he could wrap up his wife into a tight hug with his nose buried into the nice-smelling locks that adorn her.

He had also had to learn that physical closeness didn’t always mean sex. He could enjoy having someone close to him without the intent of more.

YN steps off the bike to embrace him, arms tight around his middle and digging her face into his strong pec.

He responds instantaneously, pulling her in as close as humanly possibly to him , and his strong arms coming to wrap around her shoulders.

“You can’t protect me from everything,” YN reminds him quietly, hands trailing underneath the band of his shorts to massage at his hips.

“Yes, I can,” Harry mutters back defensively with a sharp edge.

YN shakes her head, knows it’s a losing battle, and pulls back a little to make eye contact with his dark, irritated glare.

“I love you,” She murmurs simply, thumb coming to rub over her own name thats inked boldly on the side of his neck.

Harry’s heart rate jumps embarrassingly enough every time his wife tells him that, he responds truthfully, “y’the only thing on this earth I love.”

YN leans up to brush their lips, fingers slipping into the front of his shorts to be met with the hot, thick skin of his length.

She giggles girlishly, “Worst gang leader to every roam London street and he gets a hard on when his wife tells him she loves him.”

Harry chuckles darkly, reaching down to grip her wrist tightly, and move it to his cock to wrap around it.

“Y’the only one who gets this cock, s’you got to take care of it,” He hisses when she squeezes right underneath the tip with delicious pressure.

YN shrugs, “I don’t know…I was in the middle of an intense work out.”

“Mm, tha’ work out consisted of you daydreaming about how y’want me to fuck you. Now tell me, brat, wha’d you decide on?”

When YN’s avoids eye contact, gets a bit shy, and nibbles on her bottom lips - he fucking goes crazy for it.

His tone becomes more goading, encouraging, “C’mon, already know y’not gonna let me finish my workout. Tell me how y’picture me givin’ it t’you and I will. Always give it t’you like y’want.”

“Thought about you fucking me in front of the mirror,” YN’s becoming a bit breathless with it.

Before her, Harry never even knew what sexy was. He thought it was the girls who’d come right up to him in clubs and offer him a blowie outright.

The girls who would be begging to be choked and called him daddy during their first encounter were the norm.

But when he met YN who was more subtle, made Harry work to figure out what she wanted, and then instead of trying to impress him just enjoyed the pleasure he gave her.

Well…he can’t imagine ever being attracted to anyone but his wife ever again.

The girls at the clubs could go for hours, in different positions that didn’t even feel good or elicit pleasure, and they never shut up with the dirty talk.

He’d never been more attracted than when YN got whiny because her thighs were tired, when the only words out of her mouth weren’t dirty but little praises of adoration and love, and when she was so fucking aroused still but exhausted that she laid there lazily encouraging H to do all the work.

He would have never guessed those were his actual turn ons, not the generic ones all the girls have picked up off watching too much porn.

In no time, Harry was sat on the workout bench, facing the mirror, with YN riding him facing towards the mirror as well.

Her movements were slow from her previous bike exercise, and she was more focused on anything of just grinding instead of bouncing.

Her eyes focused on where they connect, his shaft occasionally peeking out just to be encased again. Harry was going to let her do this for as long as she wanted, his hand finding home in her sensitive nipples.

It wasn’t turning into the heated, high-intensity sex he was expecting but rather a slower, more intimate bonding that he secretly liked even more than the former.

“Baby, look at how y’pretty pussy takes me. Know s’your husband’s cock, hmm? Let’s me right in,” He coos, smirking when she squeaks at a hard tweak of her nipple.

He’d never had slow, nonrushed, emotions-attached sex before his wife.

Now he couldn’t get enough.

“H, please,” She whimpers, he knows what she wants.

“Ask me nicely, brat,” He hums in return, watching her thighs flex to keep herself balance, her breasts heaving as she breathes heavily.

“Touch me,” YN chirps sweetly, hand laying lightly over his when he finds her swollen bud - her eyes hazily focused on where they’re joint.

“Tha’s it, did it proper. Good job,” He praises when he feels her tense up around him, walls hugging him tightly as her whines turn into beautiful moans.

Harry can’t help but snicker when she goes dead weight after she rides out her release, leaving Harry to do all the work as he sits up and pounds up into her.

“Selfish little brat.”

But there is a disgusting amount of fondness laced into the insult as he smears kisses on her shoulders and comes himself.

#gang!harry blurbs #gangrry #gang!harry

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transformationstuck · 2 years

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Rose's Royal Prison

Rose was imprisoned, her head was groggy and she didn't quite recall how she got here, she looked up from her hands and nearly took a step back before trying to maintain her composure as she looks at the empress who looked back at her grinning ominiously. The tall alien woman's smile growing as she began to unzip her wetsuit down the front, cleavage revealed then abs... then, well, more.

"Ehm... What are you doing?" The human asked a little dumfounded by the other.

"Showfin off" The empress answers in a deadpan pointing out the obvious tone, pulling the zip down further, bulge revealed in all its tyrain glory, pierced and dripping.

Rose grimaced and tried to refuse to look at first that dangerously intoxicating body, but then she would catch just a glimpse of the large alien shaft which had now fallen out of the suit, Roses face slowly turned red and her gaze became locked upon it. Of course, there wasn't anywhere she could go, probably being slaughtered if she even tried to leave the room, and so she would stay still, staring, before looking up at the Trolls face trying to distract herself from what the giant of a woman was doing.

The Empress having taken that length in one hand waving it back and forward, drawing the human's eyes downwards once again. "lil fish told me you have a thang for troll junk." She waved her bulge at eye level so that her tip was moving back and forth like a pendulum, just for the human to bare witness to. "O-Of course I do not..."Rose stammered as she quickly shook her head, that swinging just being at the bottom of her vision, even if she did try and keep her focus on the womans face, the bulge always just being barely there in her vision, inescpapable.

Then it hit, the smell of that alien length began to assault her nose as it swung back and forth, the empress's grin only growing as she saw the human's head slowly following its movements. "shore ya don't, gonna let yo in on a secret gurl. trolls are just betta gene wise as yo can sea." she moves that bulge far to the right before... SMACK, it is swung left as it collides with Rose's cheek.

That impact stunned her, her mind reeling for a moment as it caught her off guard. She was bracing herself against her senses, the introduction of an actual, physical slap of that bulge almost broke her right down combined with that intoxicating scent, glancing back right at it swinging but a few moments after it collided. "T-Thats... not true.." She struggles out her mouth as her face went flush.

She waves her bulge back and forth a few more times before, SMACK, another collision, this time from the left. "it is true, mah scent mah size, lil human can't help herself. and somefin else special about mah fuchsia bod you should know~" she laughed a cruel yet playful chuckle. "i erode yo thoughts with mah royal stink gurl, and when you nice and stupid, i think i might add yo mass to this thang o mine. make that ah will." She said with a dangerous tone.

"H-Huh? What do you mean..." She would question quickly, already starting to feel that harsh, royal stink of the Empress just slowly seep into her nostrils, running amock on her mind as troll bulge spread across her thoughts despite her attempts to not focus on that big, fuchsia... large... slowly fogging up her brain and making it just that little harder to think of her situation.

The heavy air filled with aroma was really is fogging up Rose's judgement and brain at this point, that smell was so inviting and yet so dangerous and threatened to overwhelm her as she stood there a little slack jawed. "yo deaf? let me spell it out." The empress swung again, smack, another bulge slap to her head then another between words, each hit rattling her mind with a sting and a heavy dose of scent. "i, am, givin, you, the, royal, treatment, and, adding, yo, meat, to, mah, bulge, which, is, worth, more, than, yo, life, sucka~!" She was nearly shouting and cackling as she smacked each word into her mind in dark clarity.

Rose considered in between those bashes from that massive girth that she really should have tried running, she probably would have had more chance at that point. But It was too late, after all. She had to breath, and each breathe would make her inhale more and more of that mind-numbing, brain-melting troll scent. Not to mention just the physical slapping she was getting from the other, smack after smack assisting in that breaking down of her brain patterns. The empress halted the barrage, just to see how well she'd worn down the human with her royal bulge. "now, ya gonna strip and go willingly~ or am i gonna have to keep slappin ya silly with my bitch breaka?" She inquired the human who's cheeks were stained fuchsia from her assault.

Rose was almost too stunned to actually process the command, technically refusing... if only because she couldn't possibly react quite yet the empress rested her bulge on rose's shoulder, it slowly, tenderly, coiling around her neck before rubbing her cheek. the scent of royalty and the size of such a powerful member ran along her mind as it surpressed willpower. "damn, i didn't mean to melt yo thinkpan that fast did i, more powerful than i give mahself credit fo, either that o you one shell of a slut for troll junk~" She said in a mocking tone as rose's eyelids hung hazily.

Rose would try and shake her head, muttering as she was slowly coming back to, though she still found it hard to think, hard to do almost anything as that royal scent had practically melted away half of her brains. Most of her thoughts weren't even her own, the ideas to OBEY, SUBMIT, BE CONSUMED, all running through that pathetic human mind of hers, she thought on this and pondered the best she could, why did she think she was pathetic..?

The empress retracted her length and sat on the prison bed, lighting up a cigar and inhalted slowly, leaving her bulge exposed as it hung there, half mast. She inhaled and blew out slowly. "now, be a good human and offer yourself up, i'm thinking your ass, your alien nook ain't worth it as i'm wantfin pleasure, not you~" She uttered coldly. Rose wanted to refuse. She wanted to get away from... her... but she couldn't stop herself by that point, a majority of her brain having been corrupted and reduced to nothing but an organic drone-like computer, ready to OBEY and SUBMIT. And so slowly, Rose would. Turning around and bring down her skirt and underwear, showing off that pale lower half of hers as she folded up her clothing. before removing her top, and finally Headband. The Condesce blew out a large empress lung full of smoke, which interfered with that scent dominating Rose's mind, it cleared up the fog enough to offer her a chance to have a few words to say as she felt that alien shaft begin to stuff itself up her tight rear only to make her gasp as the empress lets out a pleased and relaxed sigh. "ahh~ much betta, i'm thinkin yo gonna be right at home soon enuf!"

"P-Please... Please don't do this... I-I'm sorry for opposing you.. I'm sorry for... i... i don't remember what i was doing but please, i am sorry." She would let out some quiet, pleading and begging series of words as she felt hot inside. It was almost the last outward parts of the humans personality, being used to beg for forgiveness before she really did break as she felt a connection in her mind, a sense of need as she reversed onto that length that was pushing deep into her body, wincing then moaning as she felt peircings pop up inside her past her tight rear. The Cell was full of smoke wisps from the troll's cigar interupting the scents path to her mind. The empress didn't care as she stuffed deeper, Rose felt something strange in her inside, she was stretching and that shaft was going deeper than was possible, she felt warm and soft inside, the stretching easing but a growing tightness inside continued. "pathetic, i giftin yo the royal treatment you ain't even thankfin me? you humans are the worst, but don't worry gurl, you don't gotta worry on that much longer~!"she said briefly tapping her cigar's tip above rose's rear, a small trickle of warm assh dropping onto her skin, leaving a small mark to keep rose sharp as began to change, slowly. The empress's disapointed expression turning slowly back to a smirk.

It probably wouldn't take much more to break her head after being filled with so many things. But for now that last remaining bit of brain power would be used to try and work out what was suddenly going on inside of her. It was... already somewhat remarkable how easily that troll had seemed to be able to force her bulge inside of her ass with what felt like minimal pain... and the fact she did it willingly both disgusted and played deep into Rose's core. She could have believed that was something to do with being so high on that alien genital's scent. But now she felt not only too deep... but warm.. inside, she felt gooey and soft, her mind was spinning as her feet went numb.

Too warm and too numb, she felt like she was burning up inside bubbling like a soft magma, or maybe wax, she realized that she couldn't feel her toes as the feeling reached up to her ribs, she coughed then began to gag on something a taste on her tongue, alien, yet delicious a taste like the scent begining to ooze out of her saliva glands as the empress watched, patting rose on the head taking another slow inhale of her cigar as she relaxed. The human's skin a slightly flushed colour all over now. "There we go gurl, nice and mounted, feels good huh, surperiority running through yo bod?" She asked satisfied as the feeling spreads deeper into rose.

She would gag and whine, trying to work out what was going on as she was mounted on that royal bulge, unable to stop it even if she did know what was going on. that bubbling sensation was so distracted, her sides ached too, they felt cold as she felt her feet turn hot, and numb, her whole body felt hot and numb... That wouldn't stop her from pathetically squirming and whining out as she continued to feel that burning feeling, almost feeling it spread. She spat, trying to get rid of the taste as she saw her fingers, having merged together, her scream was cut off by a burp of fuchsian juice out of her mouth. "-urk-"

The empress saw the reaction as the human tried looking at herself, the royal grinning as pop, pop, pop, studs of gold began to emergy from rose's side as her body changed colour, paleness a thing of the past. "moaning and wiggling, yeah that feels about right fo you~" She says letting out a blow of smoke filled air along rose's body, her mind clearing again for a moment as the acrid fume makes her body shiver, her legs feeling... too numb, Rose looked down and saw her knees poking out of the empress' thigh, merged into them, She tried moving them and found it almost impossible, as a growing throbbing pulsed up from her ass towards her head, a hand running along her side, briefly rubbing against the gold studs emerging from her mid section, Rose's arms felt heavy and weak.

Of course, when the empress told her that she was going to become a part of that bulge... she expected to be, well, something else. She thought she was going to be used and returned to this cell, not this. Anything but this. And so when she realised what was finally going on, she would panic, as she felt another rush of blood through her body, not hers anymore, her veins looked dark and her skin turned sticky, her hips having fully converted and her arms increasingly difficult to move as the threatened to retract inwards. knowing that she was rapidly approaching her end she was terrified and filled with a pleasure she was horrified at.

Rose shakes and struggles were lessening, much like her humanity as she looked less like herself by the second, her physique turning more and more bulge like as she felt it growing inside her, her arms having fused to her sides as barely registerable ridges along the empress' length. s she felt herself oozing and drooling more and more from her mouth burping up small blasts of genetic juices from her mouth, she gagged as she felt something emergr from her mouth and connect under her jaw, metalic, shiny and preventing her from closing her mouth completely, a ring of gold. The empress just relaxing, a little too much as she reached to her chest with a grope and a biting of her lip. "almost there~ big load comin when you gone~" she mocked.

"P-Pleash... pleash yo-you mush be able to... unshdosh thish..." She would whine and gurgle as her face felt itself begin to change, feeling that constant taste of that awful, fuschia precum on her mouth. With how quick it was happening though. She felt her head softening and and her mind turning bulge like, clench, flex, impress, obey... she tried to fight it fruitlessly as she burped out another blast of cum, her shape turning more bulge like, her hips and chest, allmost completely buried under royal length, unrecognisably so. The empress stamped out her cigar grinding it into the prison cot as she let out a last breath of smoke filled air.

"Nah bulge, besides i think you forgetin something~ " She said as rose felt her mind filled with pressure, tightness, her humanity failing as she felt an urge on her thoughts, cum, cum, she needed to cum, it was time to cum. She was the empress' bulge and she had the right to cum. That same feeling of pride and superiority the empress exudes she felt it, as real as she felt herself, she was part of her now or.. almost was as all that remained were a faint fuchsia coloured pair of human lips, right at the tip with a ring through the bottom that leaked gene slurry. "bulges don't talk~" the empress stated maliciously.

That last little sound Rose would make... would be a gurggled moan. A humiliated, defeated moan that faded to nothing, as she felt the sudden rush of pleasure, the same that Condesce felt, the empress curling her toes as she let out a moan, her bulge pulsing before shooting her load over the wall, a magnificent arc of royal jizz painting the prison cell that held her new addition. A human she didn't care for or even bother learning the name of, now nothing more than meat for her slightly more impressive bulge.

A sigh escaped her lips as the process finished, running a finger along her length which shivered in pride and pleasure at what it had just done. "Sea, already know ya place~" She said in a perverted tone, lifting it up and slowly zipping herher wetsuit back up, it oozing and radiating heat as she, zipper herself past her abs, beyond her tits and up to her neck, she held a hand to her suit with a smile, tooth filled and pleased. "much betta, glad i neva got yo name cos i wouldn't remember it anyhow~" She said with a superior tone as any evidence that rose was here, was caked onto the wall and her neatly folded up clothes, which the empress stood on as she stepped outside the chamber. The empress having taken the seer of light off the board, permenantly and in a way that benifited her most of all. She pondered as her heels clacked through the halls what to do next. Enjoy her new additions or... she smirked when she saw a certain door.

"Ey gurl, hurry up wi that egg." She called into the room holding Roxy. "Momma's on a time limit and you ain't got long to deliver sucka." She said much to the human's frustrion and being unable to produce the matriorb requested. She laughed and left Roxy to her attempts, she'd give her another few days to make herself useful, or, she'd find a way to make herself, useful. -X

#transformationstuck #rose lalonde #ctf #the condesce #punished mod x #got asked to write

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sinnaminsuga · 4 years

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Title: Hatefuck

Summary: mike and the reader hate each other and end up fucking it out.

Word Count: 1,868

A/N: yes this a high school setting but mike and the reader are intended to be seniors so they ARE of legal age!!!

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There was no denying that Mike was hot as fuck. He was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. But unfortunately, Mike was also a giant fucking douchebag.

I dropped my cigarette on the ground right in front of the school and crushed it with my boot. “Here we go again.” I thought to myself as I pulled the heavy door open. I started my trek through the main hallway while shoving my pack of Marlboro Reds in my pocket. And that’s when it started. Thats when Mike opened his fucking mouth.

“Hey Y/N! Smoking kills!” He shouted from across the hall. Surrounded by his usual gaggle of football playing idiots, he stood there smack dab in the middle, leaning against his locker, shit eating grin plastered across his face.

But little did that neanderthal know that today, was the day I had had enough. Every fucking day we engaged in the same back and forth, venom laced banter. Mike and I never liked each other. I can’t remember a time when he was even remotely nice to me. We just didn’t mix well. We ran in different circles and did different things so it never made sense to even try being friends. But somewhere along the lines, a general dislike for each other turned into full blown hatred.

I put on my most wicked smirk and sauntered over to him. “I didn’t quite hear you babe. Can you repeat that?” I said sweetly. “I said, smoking kills. I saw you shoving your box of cancer sticks in your pocket.” He replied with a smirk, his gang of numbskulls laughing right along with him. My grin widened as the gears in my brain turned. I laid my hand over my heart in mock surprise.

“My my my! I didn’t know you kept such a close eye on my every move! How sweet of you!” I said. “I-I don’t watch you. I glanced in your direction and made an observation that's all. I mean I-I don’t even like you. I hate you actually. Yeah. Um. so.” He stuttered, clearly surprised that I was responding to his usually ignored behavior.

I looked at him for a long few seconds before speaking again. I leaned closer to him and grabbed his face to pull him close to me, his lips hovering in front of mine. “Ya know Mikey, you’re so fucking hot that it really is a damn shame that you ruin it by opening your mouth.” I whispered, the corners of my mouth twisting up into a wicked smirk. Mike’s breathing was uneven and I watched him gulp before shoving him back to his original spot. His group of friends were equally stunned. I turned my back to him and began to walk away.

“Yeah w-well fuck you Y/N!” He shouted at me. I stopped walking and turned my head, smirk still in full effect. “Oh baby, if you wanna fuck me, all you gotta do is ask.” I winked and made my way to class.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Later that night, I made my way to a party on the other side of town that Jenny Bosley was having. About an hour into the party, I had had a few drinks and had successfully avoided Mike. I knew in my slightly inebriated state, anything could happen and I didn’t need to have yet another confrontation with that prick.

“Y/N! Come on! We’re playing spin the bottle in the living room!” Jenny waved for me to follow her. I made my way through the crowd and into the living room. Everyone was in a circle getting ready to play and I sat down beside Jenny. Mike made his way into the room and joined the circle, much to my dismay. Jenny explained the rules and the game began. Kisses were traded and laughs were had, until it was Mike’s turn. He spun the bottle and it landed on Jenny so he leaned across the circle to collect his kiss. Jenny leaned forward and Mike slid his hand into her hair, capturing her lips with his. I watched as his tongue swept into her mouth and her eyes fluttered closed. Their mouths moved in tandem and I was mesmerized at the sight. I found myself wishing I was in Jenny’s spot and I hated myself for it. “I hate him! WHY do I want to kiss him?!” I thought to myself.

Jenny and Mike separated after what felt like hours and returned to their seats. His gaze flickered to me and I rolled my eyes to let him know how COMPLETELY unbothered I was. The game continued until it came to me. I took a deep breath before spinning the bottle. It spun for a while before landing…on Jenny. I took a quick look at Mike and he was staring directly at me like he was a kid on Christmas, waiting to open his gifts.

I turned to look at Jenny. She was gorgeous and I had no qualms about kissing her. My main mission now was to kiss her better than Mike ever could. I cupped her face with my right hand and ran my thumb over her cheek before grazing her bottom lip. I looked into her eyes and she let out a shaky breath. That's when I knew I had her. I leaned in, slowly letting my eyes flick back and forth a few times from her lips to her eyes. When she was close enough, I pressed my lips to hers. My hand slid down to graze her neck as I licked her bottom lip. Jenny’s soft lips parted and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. We continued kissing for another minute or so before pulling apart.

Jenny settled back into her spot before shouting “Either I’m really drunk, or I’m REALLY bisexual. Sorry Mike, Y/N was better.” Everyone started laughing, even Mike himself let out a small chuckle. “Lets step this up! Whoever the bottle lands on when you spin, you have to take them into the hall closet for 15 minutes!” Kara, another girl in the circle, suggested. Everyone decided this was a good idea and the game continued.

Mike’s turn inevitably came and he grinned before spinning the bottle. My heart flew into my throat when it landed on me but I put on my signature smirk and stood up to make my way out of the circle. Without turning around I shouted “You comin’ Mikey boy? Or am I gonna have to get off all by my lonesome?” Seconds later I heard his heavy footsteps behind me.

Once we were in the closet I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed our lips together. It was all teeth and tongues and heat. I started pulling his jacket down his arms and he stopped me. “Wait I thought you hated me?!” He questioned. “Oh sweetie, I do. I absolutely do. But you’re also extremely attractive especially when you AREN’T talking. And haven’t you ever heard of “hatefucking”? It’s hot. So here’s how this is going to work. We have 15 minutes and I am horny as hell. So you are going to fuck me and we are never going to speak of it again. Got it?” I whisper-shouted. Mike furiously nodded and we resumed kissing.

Clothes went flying and our breathing was heavy and all I could think of was getting his dick inside me. He started kissing down my neck and I gasped as he bit into my shoulder. “Fuck I-I can’t wait anymore.” He grunted against my neck. Mike flipped me around and pressed my face into the wall as he lined up behind me. A litany of filth spilled from my lips as he pushed into me, my walls squeezing and attempting to force him out. Never in my life did I EVER think I’d be begging for Mike to fuck me in a closet.

He began slamming in and out of me, snapping his hips at a steady pace. He was hitting my g-spot on every thrust, rendering me speechless. At this point I was a writhing mess. “Please please please!” I whimpered. Mike tapped his fingers on my lips and I opened them to suck on the digits. “Oh fuck Y/N! Your pussy is so fucking tight. Yeah thats right you little slut. You're squeezing my cock so nice. Fuck! I could do this for hours babe.” He grunted into my shoulder. His fingers were still hooked into my mouth and he was prying my jaw open so I was slobbering all over his hand and panting into the humid air.

“Mike please! I need to cum!” I cried as best as I could with his fingers still in my gaping maw, my heated face pressed to the cool wall. “Yeah I know you do baby. I’m gonna make you cum don’t worry. Just hold on a little longer.” He said, punctuating his words with his thrusts. Mike’s hand left my mouth and slid down to rub tight circles on my clit with my own spit until my legs were shaking. His hand came back up to clamp around my throat. “Come on babe. Cum for me. I know you can. I know you want to.” He ground out, driving into my g-spot one last time. An inhumane sound ripped from my throat as I came around his cock, my internal muscles spasm king around him.

I could feel him throbbing inside me, close to his own orgasm. “Wait Mikey, not inside me.” I panted. He pulled out of me and I sank to my knees. I gripped his cock with my left hand and sucked him into my mouth. I started bobbing my head and hollowing my cheeks as I felt his hands pull my hair into a makeshift ponytail that he used to guide my mouth up and down his shaft. “Fuuuuck yeah. Thats so good. You look so damn hot with my cock in your mouth sweetheart. If I knew you were this good I would have fucked you a long time ago.” Mike groaned above me. I sank my mouth down as far as I could until I gagged around him. He was moaning and his eyes were screwed shut so I knew he was close. I jerked the portion of his dick that wasn’t in my mouth and sucked hard on the tip. He bucked his hips and came, hot and thick, down my throat. I looked up at him through my lashes and swallowed. He looked down at me with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks.

I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and started gathering up my discarded clothes. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Mike sighed, a small grin on his face.

I patted his cheek and before reaching for the door. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet sweetheart. Call me and I’ll hatefuck you within an inch of your life.” I winked at him and he let out a deep breath. “I might take you up on that. And I think it’ll be sooner rather than later.” He said, winking right back.

THE END

#mine #henry cavill #the cavillry #henry cavill fanfic #mike x reader #hellraiser hellworld #henry cavill smut

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rebellioussinner09 · 4 years

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Who’s in Control?

Sub Kuroo x dom Fem Reader ❤️

Warning: VERY INTENSE AND LOTS OF CURSE WORDS AND KAMANYAKAN HAHAHAH (CHARACTER IS ABOVE 18 here)

If there’s one thing Kuroo prides himself for is that he knows he has good stamina.

Actually good was an understatement, he knows he has *excellent stamina* not only for playing volleyball but also for bedroom activities.

And Not to mention he was rough and unforgiving when it comes to sex(at least thats what he tells himself)

And he definitely uses that gift for his own advantages,

I mean he himself witnessed on how Y/N would just loose her mind from his Overstimulation or just his thrusting in general.

And a lot of their friends and peers often jokes about on how Y/N handles Kuroo’s attitude. Because as they quote “kuroo seems to be the type of guy who’s into bdsm”

*because lets be real He wasn’t called scheming captain by his team for nothing*

And Even Kenma and Bokuto would join in on that playful banter that Kuroo needs to tone it down sometimes so that Y/N can at least breath and have a chance to keep up with him.

Kuroo would only nod and smile to those comments because oh how wrong their assumptions were.

Because if the roles had been reversed, Y/N was literally 100x worse when it comes to teasing and sadism.

His teammates cleary hasn’t seen Y/N’s all dominant glory when she’s the one taking the reigns on their relationship.

And Kuroo totally had his first hand experience on this;

There was a time where they made a bet on who could last a week on teasing before the other one break, and Y/N won that bet fair and square cause not once did he saw her Crumble, she just shrugged off Kuroo’s efforts in teasing like it was just nothing.

And the dirty talk

*oh god the dirty talk*

If kuroo had a filthy mouth that calls out degrading terms when doing the deed, Y/N was more of a sweet smoth talker that would coo and whisper sweet nothings on your ear and somehow that was 10x worse cause man that girl knows her way with her words.

She would babble out on “how much of a good boy” Tetsuro has been and on how proud she is of him while she bounces herself up and down on his cock.

At that; Kuroo can practically pinpoint the moment he realizes and accepts he is no match for a dom Y/N

So he only whimpers in response as she digs her claws at the back of his shoulders as she continue the activity on riding him.

“Who’s my sweet boy now?” Y/N asks, her fingers slowly tracing the veins on Kuroo’s biceps.

“I am” Kuroo pants desperately “I am baby please- you’re killing me”

But the girl in front of her only raises a brow back at him, she growls loudly as her hand went up to grip Kuroo’s neck

“Now that’s not one way to adress me” she demands as she squeezed the lining of Kuroo’s adam’s apple

“Mommy” Kuroo moaned below her “Im sorry Mommy please”

With a satisfied smirk, Y/N realeses her hold, she leans down to her partners eye level to give him a passionate kiss on the lips

“Ok baby. You can cum now”

As if on command, Kuroo bucks his hips against her core as he splurted his load deep inside her

“Fuck” he hisses between his teeth.

By the time he was finished, he gives Y/N a sturdy glare “You’re killing me” he groans

But his girl only giggles in response “That’s what you get for picking a fight with Bokuto today”

And that was only Level 01 of Y/N being a dom.

Level 2 was way more intense and extreme because it involves a certain strap on toy that Y/N bought online

And to be honest Kuroo was a bit hesistant at getting pegged at first, because no way in hell was he agreeing on shoving up a dildo up to his prostate,

but the protest died on his mouth the moment Y/N pushed him in all fours over towards the bed.

“Awww but baby you take me so good” she purrs as she gently tugs of Kuroo’s boxers from his waist.

“Surely a big boy like you can handle a little strap on now would you?”

Kuroo lets out a deep growl as Y/N prods a finger into his hole to at least stretch it out before she pushes the toy in

“Y/N-“ he warnes

“Yes baby?”

He was about to retort a complaint when he feels the silicon material pushed up against his p-spot

“Fuck” he curses as he grabs a fistful the sheets below him

“You okay?” Y/N asks once she was fully in.

“M’good” Kuroo breathes “Just take it slow on me baby please”

But Y/N’s definition of slow was quite the opposite cause she rutted in him almost quickly as he lets the 7 inch toy slide in and out of him.

The overwhelming sensation of being full and the constant hitting of his prostate was too much for Kuroo’s liking.

He was too absorbed in processing the foreign object against his hole he was surprised Y/N’s hand made its way into his neglected cock.

She gives it a few gentle strokes before she pulls away to trap her arms into Kuroo’s neck.

“Straighten up” she orders lowly “Look at yourself in the mirror”

And Kuroo was quick to obey as he takes his full form on the reflection in front of him.

He was on his knees on the bed while Y/N relentlessly pounds him from behind.

“That’s it baby look at how much of a slut you are” Y/N snarls as she tugs him upward again so he can get a full view of his lower abdominal muscles and his cock that is leaking out pre-cum

The pleasureable feeling of him getting fucked and the degrading words from Y/N was just enough to send him into the edge that he even almost pulled out an aheago face right then and there.

And of course Y/N’s quick eyes didn’t miss that;

“Look at the mirror when you cum” she tells him roughly “Let me see that face you make”

So he does, one quick glance into his messy reflection he’s already cumming hard. He takes and jerks his cock out of sudden reflex all in as he maintained eye contact with himself through the mirror.

And fuck does the sight before him will live rent free on his mind from now on. 😂😂

3rd and Final Level was Y/N’s style of Exhibitionism and Public Sex.

Now in their relationship its no secret that kink is somehow Kuroo’s teritory.

Once his horny in public, Him and Y/N are known to be possibly hooking up in a nearby stall or bathroom or even the storage room if they’re inside the gymnasium.

That’s what all the team knew, It was always Kuroo who initiates the first move, But what they didn’t knew is half of those sexual activity was Y/N s idea.

(At least Kuroo has the decency to at least let them do it in a secluded place where he knows is private but at the same time the possibility of anyone walking in on them excited them both so honestly that was the whole point of it so it was definitely a win win situation)

But what Kuroo doesn’t know is how his girlfriend managed to get turned on in broad daylight and in the middle of the library during a study session

(And one thing about Y/N ; if she’s the first one to get turned on; Don’t even try to think of domming, Kuroo learned that the hard way)

So here she was eyeing him up and down with lusty eyes as she drew little circles around Kuroo’s thigh

“Y/N stop it” Kuroo snaps as he gently slaps the hand away.

“Want you” Y/N breathes unto the shell of his earlobe “You’re so sexy today”

Kuroo sighs in annoyance, he then dips his head down so he could give her a small kiss on the forehead

“Hold on a little longer baby” he reasures “When we’re done with the homework we can have a little detour inside one of the classrooms”

Y/N pouts at the idea of having to wait a little longer “But I want you now”

Kuroo gives her another kiss “I know. But they’re like 50 other people here with us”

At his statement Y/N gives a sly smirk.

And Kuroo was quick enough to piece the puzzles together “Baby dont you dare-“

But it was too late, Y/N reacted quickly on knocking few of her books down to the floor catching the attention of few other students from across their table.

She mumbles a quick apology before she kneels down to retrive them.

And by retrieve it was her kneeling infront of Kuroo’s legs to palm his bulge against the fabric of his pants.

“What are you doing?” Kuroo growls “Get up”

But Y/N wasn’t taking any hints and continued to fundle with his balls “You’re already hard babe” she comments “I know you like this. You like me blowing you out inside the library while they are peolple around us”

At the suggestion of blowing him, Kuroo’s breath hitched; “Y/N Im serious” he says “Not here”

Y/N lets out a sarcastic scoff “It will be fine” she assures as she zips Kuroo’s fly down to free his aching cock “Just dont make a sound”

Without another word, she envelops Kuroo’s long shaft into the depths of her mouth.

Kuroo lets out a soft whine as he takes a quick look at the surrounding around him, luckily no one has took noticed of them yet and he thanked the Nekoma high school library for having closed tables that covered their lower halves.

He then turns his gaze back to Y/N who was busy bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

He groans again as he feels her tongue move up to the base then around to his frenulum.

“Fuxk” he curses under his breath as he feels the building organsm ripping away through his stomach down to his shaft.

“baby I’m gonna cum” he whispers as he wraps a hand on her hair to guide her head up and down.

With another quick swish of Y/N’s tongue, Kuroo lets a harsh yelp as he involunarily thrust his hips into her mouth to ride out his orgasm.

Y/N pulls away with a loud pop as she gracefully wiped away the cum stains around her lips

“See?” She mused “that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

He fixes her a stern glare “oh fuxk you” he says as he took in the mess they made.

If they keep doing random stuffs like this; Kuroo’s gonna need a change of pants and possibly change schools. (His reputation as a volleyball captain would clearly be damaged) but when he tooks in the sighs of his girlfriend’s smirk and lewd face in front of him, Kuroo wouldn’t trade it for the whole world.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #fanfic #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #x reader #haikyuu!!#kuroo smut #lemon fanfic

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thewritingginger · 4 years

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Can I request 6 and 18 for the holiday prompts, with a male MC in a poly relationship with Shingen and Kenshin? Maybe have Kenshin dress up as a bunny (I saw a really funny post about that once). Go wild, and please, if you don’t want to do poly, then either or is fine, and same with the prompts! Thank you for opening up prompts!

Wow! OK! this took a hOt minute to make but boy was it fun.

This is actually 2 firsts for me, my first time writing a poly relationship & with a male reader so thank you Lovely Anon ! :3

You said to “go wild” and wild I went I probably could’ve gone crazier lol

Also I personally thought for this prompt the Kenshin bunny costume didn’t fit sorry >.< BUT I will say that a Kenshin in a bunny costume could be a fun idea for another time (if thats something you’d like please tell me and whether its also with a male reader too)

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Prompt: Naughty #18: “These cookies look delicious but . . . you look better.” Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Shingen x M! Reader x Kenshin Word Count: 3,942 words Warning(s): 18+ NSFW, rougher sex, dirty talk, praise, degrading, Dom & Sub,

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It’s Friday night and is nearing 7 o’clock which is around the time that Shingen and Kenshin come home from work. Since it’s the weekend you usually have a few drinks together at the end of the night but you wanted to change it up just a bit. So you made dinner as you normally do but thought it'd be nice to also bake some treats as a little surprise. Not only because you know Shingen likes his fair share of sweet treats but also because the holiday season is upon us and there is nothing like cuddling up by the fire with some treats and cocoa or a cocktail with your two favorite people.

With dinner sitting in the oven to keep warm, as you are frosting the festively cut sugar cookies you hear muffled voices behind the door, keys jiggle in the lock till the door behind you opens welcoming your lovers from a long day at work.

“We’re home.” Shingen says.

“How was work?” You ask. Both men took off their shoes and stripped themselves of their jackets and other winter apparel.

“Tiring.” Kenshin says flatley as he walks into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of sake. Chuckling a bit Shingen adds

“We had to endure a few meetings and you know how well Kenshin deals with other people.” You laugh at the comment and you hear a quick tsk from the silver haired man. Dropping the keys on the little entry table Shingen grins seeing you working away in the kitchen.

“What's got you so busy over here, my Prince?” He asks. His sweet words paint a smile on your face. Enveloping you in a hug from behind resting his chin on your shoulder he gazes down at your little cookie decorating station. Parchment paper laid out, little ceramic dishes with an assortment of sprinkles and two bowls of blue and white frosting.

“I’m decorating the cookies I baked earlier. I thought after dinner we could build the fire and enjoy some while watching a movie or something.” You say. Listening to your sweet ideas warms the tall man's heart.

“Hmmm.” Shingen’s chest rumbles against your back. His strong arms firmly wrapped around your waist. Burying his nose into your neck breathing in your scent, leaving behind feather light kisses that send shivers down your spine.

“You know Y/n you’re truly too good for us.” He says, making you giggle. Before you can argue his statement he continues.

“I mean all day we are at work and to be able to come back to a home cooked meal is unmatched.” Placing kisses on your shoulder he begins to undo the tie on the back of your apron. “I just want you to know that your efforts never go unnoticed by us.” He says, his breath tickling your ear. His gentle touches make your eyes close, losing yourself in his hands. Hands that were once caressing and squeezing your hips making your breath hitch, turn you around. Pressed up against the counter, gazing into those sultry grey eyes, your lips slightly parted in anticipation.

“I just have to say, my sweet, these cookies look delicious but...” He pauses, licking his lower lip, looking you up and down. “You look better.~” His words laced with lust makes your head feel light at the thought of what those words could entail.

Without another word he captures your lips in a kiss. A kiss of burning passion. Fingers curled in your locks and pulling you near. You feel your cheeks grow flush from the heat that begins to spread within you. Pulling away, breathless. Hungry for more of his touch. Taking your hand leading you out of the kitchen into the living room where Kenshin waits, with your baking long forgotten. Sprawled in the end corner of the sectional, legs crossed, arms resting on the back, with sake cup in hand as one of his long fingers melodically taps the brim. A fox like stare fixed on you, his confident aura affects you much like Shingen’s sensualness. But instead of light touches and passionate words, Kenshin's seductive powers come from his pride and his ego. He draws you in purley with just a look of arrogance, because he knows he can have you anyway he wants at that moment, having you beg for more.

Sitting you on the couch, one on either side of you. Shingen directs your eyes to him with a pull of his finger under your chin. “Tell me Y/n will you allow us to show you our gratitude for all you do for us?” He asks. A sweet smile across his lips. Caressing your cheek you shudder. Your breath catches in your throat, unable to give a verbal response you nod your head doe-eyed. “Great.” He says with a cheeky grin, pulling your chin up to kiss him.

Your senses begin to fill with the feeling of Shingen’s strong hands roaming your body and the taste of his mouth on your tongue. Growing tired of watching, Kenshin reaches forward, stealing you from the brunette's grasp.

Your tongues dancing together in a battle of dominance. Keshin wins obviously. Overpowering you with his grip in your hair and nips of his lips on yours. Feeling drunk from his hold on you, unsure if it’s due to his dominant energy or the sake on his tongue. Pulling your head back by your hair he begins to assault your neck. Leaving tiny red and purple marks across your once pristine neck. Whilst Kenshin was feasting on your lips and neck, Shingen was beside you unbuttoning your shirt and cressing your whole body. dragging his fingertips over your exposed chest and stomach making you tremmer. Stripping you of your shirt, he kisses your bare shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“I love the way you shudder under our touch. Seeing you being ravished beside me is a sight to behold.” He says in a low hum as he begins to palm your growing excitement through your pants. “Kenshin I believe our Y/n seems ready for more. What do you say?” He asks. Kenshin pulls back, both men looking at you as you nod your head in agreement.

“Do you want to watch us undress for you or would you like to undress us yourself?” Kenshin asks you, his mismatched eyes boring into you. Feeling flustered by the situation you try to gather your thoughts.

“You can do it.” You say, your words come out a bit shaky.

“If a show is what he wants, then a show he shall have.” Shingen says playfully as he stands up.

Standing before you, the two men begin to kiss as they make work of each other's shirts. Their bare chests, both lean and sharp -as if they were carved from stone - on display for you. The view of them fondling and kissing each other in front of you makes your pants tighter than before. Sinking to his knees, Shingen slides off Kenshin’s belt and begins to pull down his trousers. Looking up at the white haired man through his lashes he places a trail of kisses from his belly button down to the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Slowly pulling them down, springing his erect member free from it’s cloth prison, Kenshin emits a soft sigh from the relief. Combing his hand through Shingen’s hair, guiding him to take in his length. Shingen’s hand wrapped around the base, he opens his mouth invitingly.

Sheathing his penis in Shingen’s mouth Kenshin begins to slowly pump into him.

Pushing his hair back with his free hand Kenshin looks over at you. Eyes locked. Enjoying your eyes on him during this scandalous act fueling his voyeuristic desires.

“Take off your pants.” He commands. His eyes not leaving yours.

You obey.

Your fingers fumble with your belt buckle and button. Unzipping your jeans you slide out of them, sitting in just your underwear.

“Your boxers too.” He commands agan. Each word has more power behind it. Doing as you were told leaving you with nowhere to hide. Kenshin hums to himself, satisfied with your obedience. “Touch yourself.” He says, embarrassed by his request you hesitate before you take yourself in your hand and begin to make slow strokes up and down your shaft. With each passing minute of watching your lovers, your pace slightly increases.

The room fills with sounds of gagging and moans. Every so often you hear a whispered curse or string of praise come from Kenshin. “Fuck, that feels good.” Not wanting you to get too far he stops you. “That’s enough.” His powerful words command your body to halt. Shingen detaches from Kenshin gasping. Looking at each other, communicating with just their eyes Shingen nods his head once.

Turning to your flushed form. Your chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement, calming down from your touch. Kenshin retake his spot in the corner of the couch -relaxed, legs wide- facing you and his counterpart. Running his palms up and down your thighs Shingen gives you that cocky grin you love.

“Look at you getting yourself all worked up.” His tone teasing. Wrapping his fingers around your girth you breath in through your teeth from the sudden contact. “To think this night was supposed to be about you and I just left you to yourself.”

His hand pumping your length is making it hard to understand what he is saying. “How about we change that?” He asks, in response you let out a half choked ‘uh-huh’.

Closing your eyes trying to collect yourself you feel warmth envelope your member, letting out a moan you throw your head back. Bobbing his head up and down, Shingen begins to massage your balls in his palm.

Looking down you see those stormy eyes staring right at you. Not wanting to miss a moment of your pleasure Shingen keeps his gaze glued to you.

Looking over to Kenshin you see him stroking himself at the sight of you two. You admire how his fist makes work of his erection. The way he twists his wrist at the head every few strokes makes you lick your lips unconsciously.

Releasing you with a soft pop, continuing to jerk you off, Shingen grabs your attention. “Do you feel good baby boy?” He asks. Drawing a red hot line with his tongue up your shaft. Rubbing the head of your cock he takes your balls in his mouth. The feeling of his hand and tongue pulls more mewls from your throat. Not knowing if you can take much more, Shingen pulls you forward by your hips, pushing your knees towards your chest. Looking down at you as he runs his tongue over your entrance. The sensation makes you weaker than before. Still stroking you he licks you up and down. Reviling in your taste and how your fingers pull at his locks. The slight sting stoking the fire within him.

“Gotta make sure I get you nice and ready to take my cock. Would you like that baby?” He asks, you respond with a desperate “Yes.”

With that he stops stroking you, making you whine a bit but soon your whines are replaced with moans once he spits on your hole and inserts a spit covered finger. Slowly stretching you out, moving his digit in and out over and over till he adds another and all over again till he has three fingers driving into your ass. You’re practically begging him to fuck you at this point. Nothing but pleads and moans leave your lips. Bending to your wants and desires Shingen retracts his fingers and stands up to take off his pants. Stopping his hands you look up at him, “Let me make you feel good too.” You say breathlessly. Smiling Shingen caresses your cheek and trades you places.

Now between his legs, his member in hand, you swallow the spit in your mouth, readying yourself before you lick the head of his penis and take it in. The warmth of your mouth makes him say your name like a whispered prayer.

Caressing your face with his hands, admiring your movements. “Oh wow Y/n you're so talented with your mouth. Ah just like that.” Praises flow out of his mouth. Looking over to Kenshin he chuckles a bit. “You feel left out yet Ken?” He asks, Kenshin responds with a simple “No, I'm quite enjoying my view.” His hand, still stroking his length, as his other hand is occupied wandering over his chest, thighs and balls.

Continuing your efforts to please Shingen you slightly gag on his length when you try to take it all in.

Growing bored of the repetitiveness Kenshin takes one more sip of his drink as he gets up and walks over to you and brings you to your feet. Facing him he grabs your chin pulling you in for a kiss. Pulling away his eyes are fiendish, “I think this little bitch is ready to be fucked.” He says to the man sitting behind you, eyes still on you. His words make you gulp. “Would you like that?” He asks. You respond with a shy ‘uh-huh.’

“I thought so.” He says with a sadistic smile. Releasing your face from his grip he sits on the coffee table in front of you, reclined back on his hands, his manhood standing proudly with precum glistening on the tip. “Sit on his cock and ride.” he orders.

You nod your head, making Shingen smirk as he sits forward, reaching over to the side table where there is a small bottle of lube ready for use. Squirting a bit on the head of his member, jerking himself a few times to coat it. He then runs his hands up your sides then trails them down to rest on your hips, guiding you onto his lap. One hand on your waist and the other rubbing himself on your hole.

All the sensations and the position you’re in was enough to make you bust in that moment. But trying to hold yourself together you take a deep breath as you feel yourself slowly being stretched out by Shingen. He pulls you down till you’re fully planted on his lap. He waits for you to adjust to his size, “Oh baby boy, your little asshole feels so good around my cock.” he moans in your ear.

With your hands on your knees to support yourself, you begin to rock your hips slowly back and forth on his member. Breathy groans leave your lips. Looking up at Kenshin, hoping you’re pleasing him.

Shingen’s chin resting on your shoulder peering over to look at the other man. “We have such a good boy don’t we Ken?” He asks, running his hands up your chest. “So obedient and fun to play with.” He continues, as he lightly rolls your nipples in between his fingertips making you whimper in pained-pleasure.

“Yes he is.” Kenshin says. Leaning forward, nose to nose with you. He asks, “Since you’re such a good boy you’re gonna continue to do everything I say, right?” You nod your head yes, but that wasn’t good enough for Kenshin.

“I didn’t hear you.” He states. Your mind spins trying to form a single word. Shingen’s hands aiding you in your hips movements don’t help.

You feel so full and with little release. After a moment to think you’re finally able to mumble a shaky “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He pushes further. Clearly enjoying the frustration in your orbs. Seeing how you struggle to answer makes him want to laugh.

“Yes, Sir.” You say. Kenshin grins devilishly, patting your cheek with his hand. “That’s a good boy.”

Leaning back a bit, elbows resting on his thighs Keshin pulls your chin to direct your gaze back to him. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” He commands. Whimpering, you shake your head. Your senses are so full. With Shingen so deep, his cock stirring your insides and Kenshin’s control over you. Forcing you to focus through the fog in your mind. Unable to do anything but submit to them. Wanting nothing more than to obey their wishes and have them use your body for their pleasure. The ecstasy that comes from rocking your hips back and forth onto the man beneath you is making it increasingly harder to keep your eyes open. Your eyes squint in an attempt to keep them on Kenshin, your jaw is slack, nothing but incoherent gibberish comes spilling out of your mouth. Just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore stimulation, Shingen pumping into your needy hole then begins to stroke your manhood. The sensation was enough to make you through your head back and cry out in pleasure. “Fuck.” You cry. Your hand reaches behind you, pulling Shingen closer as you begin to unravel under his touch. Although that moment was short lived as Kenshin bends over and pulls your head towards him by your hair. The sting from his grasp makes you mewl. Your faces almost touching, your breath intermingling. His eyes, boring into your tear filled ones. “I told you to keep your eyes on me Y/n.” He says. His words coated in venom, sending a shiver down your spin. Standing up before you, your locks still in his hold, grasping his dick and putting it to your lips. “Be a good toy and suck me off.” He says. Opening your mouth he begins to fuck your throat. Staring up at his vicious gaze as he grits his teeth. “Fuck, you look so helpless.” He laughs. “The way you're riding Shingen like a bitch in heat while having my cock down your throat. But you like that don’t you. Having your body being defiled by two men.” His demeaning words tied with his erection invading your throat makes you release a muffled cry.

Tears seeping from your eyes from the pleasure and roughness. Your mind is spinning from being so full as both pump into your holes. Both men make it such an experience, you need both of them. With Shingen’s soft passionateness and Kenshin’s cruel dominance it's a perfect blend of pleasure and pain.

Watching you being face fucked, with his large hands still wondering your body. Playing and manipulating you how he pleases to pull more reactions from your excited body. “My lord you look perfect baby.” Shingen says. His face in your hair, you feel his lips against the crest of your ear as his deep voice rattles your body with praise. “The way you tighten around my cock as you choke on another man’s, is just divine.” He says. Driving you closer and closer to the edge, their words coaxing you to the end of your rope. Your body shaking, knowing you're about to cum Shingen begins to furiously pump your hardness, whispering in your ear. “Come on baby boy I know you’re at your limit. Cum for Daddy, I want you to cum on my cock and coat my hand in your semen. Can you do that for me?” He asks. Your body seizing unable to think or breath you shake your head as best you could.

Pulling himself out of your mouth, finally able to take a full breath of air but soon exhaling it with a guttural moan. Falling back against Shingen’s chest, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your orgasm begins to roll through your body. Currents of electricity shoot through your limbs, feeling everything and numb all at the same time. Spurts of white fluid covering Shingen’s hand that continues to jerk you off as you’re cumming, over stimulating you drawing out your voice. Turning your head he kisses you, groaning against your mouth as he feels the string in him about to snap. Pulling away, both gasping as he begins to pump his hot essence into yours used hole.

Grabbing your head and pulling you forward pumping his own member in front of you, Kenshin ejaculates onto your face. Opening your mouth you catch some of it on your tongue. His head rolled back in amusement and pleasure Kenshin chuckles once again. “Such a good little slut, clean my cock off with your tongue.” He says. Lidded eyes watching as you triedly lick the remaining drops of his cum on his penis and fingers.

Laying back against the larger man that's slumped to the back of the couch, and Kenshin plops onto the seat next to you both. All three of you sit there for a moment in silence, heaving. Relishing in the afterglow of your fiendish activities. Sitting up slowly Shingen pulls out of you, making you whimper from the loss of fullness, adjusting to the emptiness as you rest in his arms. Curled up your arms wrapped around his neck, breathless and fatigued. His warm hands stroke up and down your back as he places a soft kiss on your head.

“You did so well my love, so amazing.” He praises. Rolling to his side Kenshin cups your cheek, your eye glossed over as you look at him. The white haired man leans over and kisses your cheek. “Are you okay?” He asks. Your throat sore, unable to really say anything you just smile and nod your head. “How about we run you a hot bath to relax and clean you up a bit?” Shingen asks. Holding him a bit tighter you nod your head once again. “Okay, I’ll carry you to the bath then.” He says with a soft chuckle slowly standing up, carrying you bridal style heading to the bathroom.

Sitting in a hot bubble bath your muscles relax, your eyes closed. Enjoying the soft music playing the background as Shingen gently wets your hair with a sponge, humming to the melody in the air. A while later Kenshin opens the door, “I cleaned up the living room and prepared your clean clothes in the bedroom once you’re ready. Take your time.” He says. His voice unlike before had a sweet softness to it. Walking over to you and your shared lover, kneeling at the end of the tub by your feet. “Do you need any more help cleaning up or are you okay?” He asks. His hand runs slowly up and down your calf in the water, as caring eyes await for your response. Shaking your head you give a tired half smile. “No I don’t think so, but I do think I’m ready to get dressed and eat some dinner now.” You say.

Shingen laughs a bit, “Not surprised after what you did, you must have worked up quite an appetite.” He says. Making you laugh a bit embarrassed. “I’ll go get dinner out of the oven.” Shingen says. Leaving the bathroom Kenshin pulls the drain of the tub and helps you out, wrapping you in a towel. Your legs still not used to walking Keshin grabs you as your knees slack a bit. “Hmm, let me help you.” He hums humored, picking you up to take you to the bedroom to help dress you.

Once you’re dressed you’re able to walk by yourself. Making your way to the living room, Shingen had already placed three plates of dinner on the table, each accompanied with a glass of sake.

For the rest of the night you three ate dinner, enjoyed the cookies you made as you cuddled on the large sofa, with you in the middle wrapped in a blanket sipping hot chocolate watching Christmas movies. A perfect way to end off the beginning of a great weekend.

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My Goodness I hope this was ok.

Feedback would be much appreciated since this is my first x male reader one shot. Altho I feel pretty happy with it I want to make sure that I did my male lovelies justice :3

💛 ~

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genshin-citrus · 4 years

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Childe X Lumine lemon

Some Lumine X Child thanks to a discord conversation, Basically Lumine trying to top Childe for the first time, enjoy~

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Lumine stared down far into blue eyes as cool and deep as the oceans wide. Shoving the taller man back onto the bed, she hesitated, before with forced intensity “I-I want to see you beg for it! You… Fatui… bitch?”

The man beneath her tried and failed to hide his amusement at the red faced girls menial attempt. “You, haven’t actually done this before have you?”

Lumine blinked in embarrassed rage “s-shut up!” she turned her head away from him, glancing back with her eyes every so often, face beet red.

He started to giggle “now at least that was a bit better haha, much more so then, what was it? Fatui bitch?” he couldn’t help but smile, seeing this warrior of immense prowess, the savior of Mondstat, traveler from a distant world one of the few he honestly considered his equal… an embarrassed gushing mess atop him. Oh what fun he could make of this

“You know, you had a good start but your follow through was lacking”

She snapped back to face him “i’d like to see you do better” she almost instantly regretted her words, as a long slender smile formed across his face, that all too familiar dark look in his eyes.

In a flash she was pinned down, only the glint of his eyes towering above him visible as she adjusted to the change in lighting. His hand was firmly planted on her shoulder, his knee just inches from her torso between her thighs. “Wh-?” was all she got out, before his lips crashed against hers with the force of a tsunami.

As he pulled away, he saw the mess of a girl melting into him. He knew he would absolutely make use of this in one of their future sparing matches, a dirty but worthwhile trick.

He used his free hand to caress the side of her face, resting just under her chin gently tilting her head up to look into his eyes once more. “Words aren’t everything Lumine, sometimes actions are all…” he traced his hand down her neck “... that…” he lightly gripped her throat, leaning his face in closer “...matters”

With that final word he let her rest back onto the bed, moving to stand at her side, unbuttoning his coat to be folded to the side for later

Lumine sat breathless for a moment, watching him strip much to his amusement before snapping out of it and bolting upright “w-wait a minute!” she said as forcefully as she could muster, moving her leg off the wet spot that had miraculously formed beneath her legs on the bed “I thought it was going to be my turn to be on top?”

Childe glanced at her with a neutral face, “well?” he stopped unbuttoning his undershirt and leaned back into his stance casually

“Well what!” Lumine said, climbing onto her knees on the edge of the bed putting her at eye level with him

“When are you going to take control? Or are you about to admit defeat so easily?” he said, a cruel glint in his eye. He lightly pushed Lumine back as he said this

Within a blink the traveler shot up and was behind Childe, shoving him a bit too forcefully to the bed, as he rolled over he watched as Lumine attempted to climb on top of him. Not one to loose so easily, he wrapped his arms around lumine and picked her up, much to her surprise, and pinned her to the wall, her legs still wrapped around him.

“Well? You call that being domineering? Maybe I should have expected as much from an outworlder, all talk no su-” he was cut off abruptly by Lumine slipping to his side and suplexing him backwards onto the bed once more

Lumine forced his arms above his head, pinning his legs with her knees, and staring down at him for a moment, the amusement momentarially replaced by surprise

A flash of green and a tearing sound filled the room as anemo flooded downwards, ripping Childe’s pants off in a display that would give Venti nightmares.

“Now thats more like it!” He exclaimed, his member now pointing stiffly upwards towards the mess that had become Limune’s undergarments.

The girl looked down on Childe with newfound vigor. “Why don’t you get these off me like a good boy, so I can show you how us outworlders do it!” she managed without a hint of fabrication in her voice.

Childe could only look on in admiration at how quickly she had turned this around on him “By all means~” he said before promptly pulling one hand free, conjuring a knife of hydro energy and slicing off the soiled underwear, exposing her dripping opening beneath

Lumine sat back for a moment, and stripped off her dress, eager to continue. She unclipped her bra and threw it past Childe’s head before seductively leaning in and dragging her tits across his stomach and chest, up to Childe’s face.

It didn’t take him a second to begin groping her rear with one hand and her beautiful chest with the other, guiding one nipple to his mouth earning a long groan from the recipient. He shifted his hips to allow her to line them up better, intent on making the most of this night.

Lumine pulled herself up slightly so she could gaze underneath herself. She firmly grasped Childe’s hot throbbing appendage in her hand earning a shudder from the Harbinger.

This was the one area of life Childe had… very little experience in to say the least, he may act tough at the start, but honestly he wasn’t really sure how it was all going to play out. His secret was his feigned confidence that had gotten him so far in his life thus far. Now all coming to a point as his former adversary rested the tip of his cock against her burning hot opening

“Jeeze I didn’t know you had pyro powers in there!” he laughed earning a giggle from Lumine

“You’re not too cool yourself Mr. Freeze to death” she lowered herself down slightly letting his tip sink in just enough to coax a moan out of the pair of them.

Fighting the instinct to buck his hips upwards, Childe let Lumine sink ever slower downwards on his shaft, relishing every second he was clamped in the tight warmth. Finally after a painstaking eternity, she knocked her hips against his, filled entirely by the larger man's appendage, and thusly giving Childe the time of his life

“O-oh Lumine~” he exclaimed almost involuntarily “you feel… like warm soup after a long trek through the snowy mountains of Snezhnaya…”

It was Lumine’s turn to giggle, the reverberations of which sending shockwaves through her body and Childe’s member causing him to moan. “That was about the corniest thing you could have said” she smiled down at him before lifting off him a bit, the wetness making his shaft slick.

“Well I~” He was cut off as Lumine slammed her hips down with the force of a blacksmith's hammer, sending him into pleasure shock for a moment. Seeing this reaction, Lumine repeated the action, ever so slowly moving further up his member.

The look of pure ecstasy on both of their faces was telling enough, Childe gripped what ever he could above him, scrunching up the sheets in his hands all while occasionally flailing his legs about as the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

Lumine was having a similarly wondrous time, but what really sent her off, was seeing the mess that used to be the proud harbinger Childe. She quickened her pace causing him to loose control and let out a long and intense moan, filling the room with ecstatic noise to match the wet slapping

Childe began bucking his hips upwards wildly, one hand moving to caress Lumine’s bouncing teat above him, he had never felt intercourse in such an intense and primal manner as he did now… maybe he would have to let Lumine top more often…………

As her motions became more erratic, she slammed her hand down next to Childe’s head. “I’m gonna, Chil- Childe I’m gonna!~”

“M-me too! Fuck you feel so good Lumine~ shall we cum together?”

“Better do it soon~!!!!” she cried as she threw all her body into her bounces, slamming their pelvises with the force of a battleaxe “I’m GONNA!!”

He grabbed her hips and forced her down onto him “CUMMING!!!!~” he cried, a flood of his essence painting her insides with love

“She gasped as she felt the hot ropes hit her core pushing her over the edge, she wrapped her arms around him and forced them as close together as she physically could, the pulsating of his member getting more powerful as she clamped down on him.

He throbbed for almost a minute before finally settling back, feeling her rest atop him. “... whew.. Y-you really…. Wow… ah… oh wow…” he was cut off by Lumine rushing up and kissing him deep, slowly sliding his dick out of her and letting the combined contents of their lovemaking drip out above his pelvis. She pulled back after a moment “you *huff* really give me *huff* a nice workout you know *huff*”

Childe wanted to say some witty reply but his mind was blank, all he could do was hold her closer and let her rest her head on his shoulder

…….

……..

……

Meanwhile in the other room

Pimon sat with pillows pressed against their head, a horrified look on their face cowering in the corner of their room shaking, desperately trying to unhear all their Pimonial ears had heard.

#genshin childe #genshin lumine #genshin impact #genshin

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hybbat · 4 years

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🔥spicy opinions on D&D and/or tieflings

Buckle up.

Druid is best class but gets shafted by wizards themselves and all 3 of the upcoming ua circles getting published officially need heavy reworking that I hope they get but I don't trust Wizards to see a few positive comments on the subclasses for a class they already don't care about and not just slap them into the book as is without any thought.

The fantasy race issue could literaly be solved with a single word change to a more accurate term of species.

In the same vein the actual root of at least 5e's diversity issue is their own unwillingness to publish world lore content. Literaly there is no content for the entire rest of the planet outside the sword coast that isn't from previous editions. They couldn't even be bothered to give any details about Kara-Tur or Zakhara.

Similarly also, wizards are way too reliant on old content and homebrew to fill the gaps of their content while they go off to publish crossover books with uterly useless and entirely dismissable content in it. Why is there not multiple monster manuals by now?

All official artificers suck and miss the appeal of attificers and I will not play one until i find a homebrew one that is appropriate.

Sick of saying "I guess I got to homebrew it" to increasingly basic things that become increasingly unjustified to not exist with each passing year of lack of content book sold for 80$.

Revised ranger is genuinely good an enjoyable and I love them.

Druids should have web.

It's not OC, it's PC. I mean, insert the "I guess" meme here since by loose basic definition it'snot wrong, but no. It's PC. Way too many things are called OCs.

People who impose the no metal rule on druids are old fashioned and its a stupid rule that makes no sense and is a hold over from old d&d in the same way the alignment system and the expectation your paladin is lawful good is, whose only justification is if you only run them as classic poorly thought out "robots eat your soul" fantasy druids part of a hippy cult that probably thinks GMOs are evil and have no actual knowledge of nature. I really hate this rule, if you use it it should be a character quirk not a rule imposed on the whole class especially in an edition that tries to encourage not playing "class as character" and reflavouring.

Unless you do it badly like turning a 3d20+5 into a 1d4-1 most players won't notice you skewed the roll so just do it.

Pathfinder is neither the best thing ever nor the worst thing ever. Its slightly better 3.5 with more content. It's not so different enough to get up in arms one way or the other about.

You are not quirky and unique for making your tiefling purple. Your tiefling still looks like you made a generic hipster, slapped horn thoughtlessly one their forehead, and then used a colour slider. You forget exactly how much freedom you have in designing a tiefling even if you pretend the description in the player's guide is absolute law as though the book itself doesn't remind you its only a general guide it encourages you to tweak. Tieflings are one of the easiest customizeable races and your attempt to be unique and different while creating the most standard of tiefling bard manwhores ironically reveals how basic and uncreative you are by trying too hard. You have created a reverse situation where making a tiefling with a human skin tone actually stands out more in your attempt to stand out and be quirky. And no, giving them a pride flag undershirt does not make them more distinct and is not a substitutefor actual character. Give your character some actual character rather than using the fantasy equivelant of green skinned space babe as a crutch replacement for character design and personality.

(Unless a standard tiefling bard is what you want to play for whatever reason , then go ahead. This is at people who's goal was to make something special and unique just by making their pc a tiefling for the sake of standing out. Even then, if thats what your group likes to do still go ahead and do it, it's just annoying to see constantly.)

On the opposite end or in a way a similar end, and this directed at a very specific series of reddit posts I saw the other day so apologies for getting a bit ranty here, don't tell people how they have to run their tieflings just because they want to make a silly gay rainbow character and not a big scary demonkin. You're the kinda person who gets mad when people don't play drow as evil backstabbing rogues, you lorehumper in an edition that hates lore. There is nothing wrong with a cute tiefling, or an "effeminate" tiefling, or a tiefling that doesn't suffer persecution constantly, or someone wanting to be purple instead of flaming red, or if they're as common as humans. It's not destroying the game for people to not play the example base character from the player's handbook. If that's how you want to play go play with people who want to play that way, leave Flavourtown the pink tiefling unicorn sorcerer and his boyfriend Redeemed Drow #48501 alone to play in their group. Criticize their choices all you want but don't tell them they can't play the game how they see fit to and that if you end up in the same group you'll punish them. They may be annoying but you're reprehensible and toxic if you do that.

Also no, playing a tiefling does not mean you liked h*m*st*ck.

Staff of flowers is the best magic item.

#ask #dungeons and dragons #long post #rant #sorry about that #im still seething #rent free and all that

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virtualtoybox · 4 years

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re: your tags Absolutely think Padme and a bunch of other characters in the prequels could have been written better. Women in general do get the shaft in Star Wars to some extent, but it's not because they're weak or have moments of weakness. It's because they don't get active agency within their own stories to the same extent as the men. They're sidelined characters even when they're part of the main cast.

YES OKAY EXACTLYYY !!!! im glad you got what i meant i was worried i didnt word myself well enough but im glad you get me,, i completely agree, the problem with sw women is hugely impart to how little agency theyre given within their own story. like its insane to me how many things we KNOW abt leia and padme especially but never get to see them displaying on screen you know what i mean?? rey was a LITTLE better with that specifically but still had sooo little agency due to her story revolving around kylo and yes palpatine in the way that it DID... like someone mentioned recently how said it is that there is so extremely little screen time and storylines of mother and daughter relationships. thats so sad especially when you think about all the possibilities... which is how i feel about padme specifically like i so so wish they had just EXPANDED ON and SHOWN a lot of the stuff that either they were considering or were actual canon but with so little of it being on screen. to be extremely fair its been a few years since my last PT rewatch but padmes character was never what disappointed me... it was how she was handled or the lack thereof of any “handling” at all... like not for nothing the post i saw recently describing padmes “died of sadness” as the nice of saying “she was traumatized and depressed and literally could not bear to live through that” very genuinely changed how i viewed that scene so drastically but the problem is i DONT want to give george lucas that credit,, i do want to give it to padme the fictional character though because she deserved better. now im rambling on about the same point over and over again its just that like i think padmes depression and trauma and, to paraphrase leia, her SADNESS. is an extremely important part of her characterization. anyways thank you for sending, i appreciate it !!! i love talking abt star wars women i rly dont get to do it enough ^__^

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kweebtrash · 5 years

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Blind Leading the Blind

WonwooxReader

Summary: basically a cute/nerdy/awkward moment between two people who cant fucking see without their glasses and are nervous about hooking up for the first time

Words: 2.3k (drabble)

Features: really awkward hookups, nerdy!wonwoo, nerdy/shy reader, both wonwoo and reader being clumsy as all hell, heavy making out/grinding/caressing, fingering/stroking, some nipple sucking

Masterlist Buy Me a Ko-Fi

Wonwoo fumbled with the door to his bedroom, struggling to grab onto the knob. It was rather difficult with his lips on mine and him pushing me against the wood but we had been so wrapped up in each other we almost didnt notice. My arms were around his neck, pulling him as tight as possible to my heated body. He was making me never want to come up from air but he did just that and made me chase after his lips. "H-hold on! S-sorry, just hold on a second. My hand is kinda sweaty and i cant-" He jerked the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door. "I couldnt get it open. But um...here we are." He chuckled awkwardly and held out his hand for me to view his simple university dormroom. It was a shared space that resembled a small apartment more than anything. His actual bedroom however still had a bunk bed which seemed annoyingly small for his tall frame. Not the most attractive place to have sex in but it would have to do.

I stepped into his room and adjusted my glasses shyly. I never expected us to get so far as to wanting to come back to his place. We had seen a movie at the local theater, had terrible university food, then walked around campus. He was a perfect gentleman. A perfectly gorgeous hot gentleman. Someone who was respectful and kind and turned me on just by being his dorky self. A sweet kiss goodnight lingered for far longer than intended and when the need grew too much to bare we decided to end the date on a more sensual note. He came into the room after me and we stood around for a moment, chuckling nervously and not knowing how to exactly pick back up where we left off.

He shrugged off his jacket and asked me if i wanted something to drink which i denied. An uneasy silence filled the room and i chewed my lip in ponderance. "Um so..." I began softly. "Do you want to...keep going, maybe?" I hoped he said yes. I had felt his strong and muscled arms beneath the thin shirt he wore during our first embrace and i was determined to have them trap me against his body once more.

"Oh! Yes. Yeah. Yes. Um...yes keep going. Thats cool. Youre cool. God sorry, i keep talking because i'm-" I cut him off with another kiss, reaching up to cup his face in my hands. His slightly full lips were soft and tender. It felt as if they were made to be on mine, a perfect fit like the final piece of a puzzle. His hands didnt seem to know where to rest at. They roamed from my shoulders to the center of my back then lower to my ass before he changed his mind and went back up to my shoulders.

"You can uh...touch my ass if you want. Like grab it...or w-whatever." I blushed.

"Oh? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Youre not." I shook my head. "In fact youre making me want you more. Youre cute when youre flustered."

"youre cute in general." He responded quickly, his own face turning rose as well. I gave him a small peck as a thank you for the compliment and took his hand.

"do you think we might be more comfortable on the bed?" He nodded and let me lead, ducking his head to avoid the upper bunk as he joined me on the mattress. We sat on the edge, again wondering where our hands and lips should go. A few more tentative touches and he settled on my hips while his tongue nudged its way past my teeth. With a bit more confidence he added some control to the kiss, making sure that he could trap my tongue in a few sucks and lure soft whimpers out of me. Every time i made a small sound his grip on me grew tighter and he was slowly moving me down to meet the mattress.

He tried to shift on top of me smoothly but the frames of our glasses jutted together and made the lens smack against my eye. We drew back from one another, eyes squinting and trying to rub the slight pain away. "S-sorry about that. I meant to go down a little be easier."

"im sure you'll go down fine." I said, not realizing the double entendre right away as i blinked clarity back into my eye. "I mean um...just lay on top of me! Well i mean, you know what i mean!"

"yeah, yeah! Totally. Do you think we should take off our glasses? Maybe that would be better." Wonwoo offered.

"We wouldnt be able to see each other at all. Wed both be one big blur." I laughed knowing that our eyesights were utterly terrible.

"Feeling around might be more fun though." His deep voice had lowered into a whisper and he nipped at his bottom lip. I was starting to like the way he was thinking. We removed our glasses and set them on the desk that was just a few inches away from his bunk. The blurriness helped a bit. Though i loved his good looks, it did shave off some nervousness between us.

He set himself between my legs and watched my reaction as the tips of his fingers disappeared under the loose skirt of my dress. His thumb stroked the smooth skin of my inner thigh making my hips buck ever so slightly when he would get close to my panties. I panted softly against his lips as my fingers trembled through opening the buttons on his shirt. Once they were free i shoved the shirt away. He struggled to get his arms out the sleeves and hit his knuckles on the bunk above as he had been flailing out of them. He huffed once he was free, rubbing his knuckles momentarily, and tossed the shirt on the floor. As he returned to kiss along my jawline i wrapped my arms beneath his, holding onto his biceps tight. The way his muscles flexed under my fingers had my stomach clenching in earnest. I wanted him badly and though i had never slept with anyone on the first date i knew i wanted him to have the first experience, especially because i got the sense he wasnt a jerk who wouldnt call me back.

Being bolder i slid one hand into the minimal space between our hips and groped the center of his pants; not too harsh but just enough to get his attention right away. "Wonwoo..." I mewled. "Can we...?"

His whole face flushed crimson, traveling all the way to the tips of his ears. He stared at my hand then at my face then back at my hand again. I grew nervous that I had made him uncomfortable and went to move away from him but he gripped my wrist lightly and kept me right where I was. I smirked and worked my palm over him, watching the way his eyes fell closed and lips parted slightly. The baritone sound was perfect and I longed to make him repeat it as much as possible. He moved his hips into me even going so far as to pluck open the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down. My heart did somersaults at the prospect of seeing him fully. I swallowed hard, starting to chicken out, and diverted my eyes. It was far from my first time but I was still a rather shy person and when he made to pull my panties down I snapped my legs shut. “Do you want to s-shut off the lights?”

“Huh? Why? I want to see you. You’re beautiful...” He replied softly.

I covered my face at the compliment. “I-I mean...i-it’s like you said, it’s more fun to feel, right? Besides not like we can see much now.”

“Well, if that’s what you want...” He agreed with a slight pout. He left the bed to shut off the light and I made quick work of removing my dress. I laid back on the bed once the room was in darkness, waiting for Wonwoo’s return. I heard shuffling and small grunts of frustration as well as the sound of fabric waving around.

“Wonwoo, what are you doing?”

“Taking off my-!” Another small grunt. “My pants! I got them off now. It’s ok.” He breathed a sigh of relief which was right before I heard a loud thud and Wonwoo cursing.

I sat up quickly and tried reaching out to him. “What happened?!”

“I hit my head on the stupid bed! God that hurt!”

“Oh god, Wonwoo, come here.” I cooed at him. “And please duck your head.” I felt the bed dip as he moved onto it, unharmed this time. I pulled him close and kissed his forehead, trying to soothe the damage as i giggled. "Poor baby."

He huffed. "Sorry im an idiot."

"A cute idiot." I compromised. "A very cute idiot." I kissed along his strong jawline and cupped his neck gently while leaning into him. I decided it was my turn to be on top and stunned him once i straddled his hips. I moved his hands to settle on my hips as i pressed our chests together and decorated his neck with small bites. The cover of the darkness increased the spark between us and we filled each others mouths with moans and whimpers.

Much to my surprise, his hold on me allowed him to guide me into rough grinds against him. He was beginning to stir beneath me, filling out his underwear more and more until i felt every inch of him between my thighs. His fingernails etched half moons into my hips as he begged for me to pull my panties off. I hummed in agreement and kissed my way down his neck to his chest and toned stomach before scooting away to pull off the impeding garment. He turned on his side to face me, instantly placing his long fingers between my slowly forming wetness, drawing them through my lower lips and making shudders run through me.

My hand returned to his hardness, gripping the outline of his shaft and stroking him in conjunction with my own pleasure. i spread my legs wider, giving him more room to slip a single finger inside my willing hole. I mewled his name, trying not to be too loud in case any of his roommates had come home. It was getting hard though with the way he was curling his finger and pulling down the cup of my bra to suckle at my breast. With my free hand i dug my fingers into his thick hair, fisting the locks tightly as i arched my chest into his mouth.

I rubbed my thumb over the tip of his cock, drifting over the small slit that had begun to leak. He tensed then, muscles within his thighs trembling ever so slightly. "P-please..."

"Hmm?" I kissed his cheek and nudged my forehead against his.

"C-could you...? Would you...? I mean you dont have to-i dont want to make you uncomfortable-but maybe, if you want, um..."

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

Wonwoo chuckled nervously. "A-ah...y-yeah. Thats what i meant to say."

"Will you keep touching me while i do it? Your fingers feel...really good." I buried his face in his chest even though he couldnt see my embarrassment in the dark. We were both fumbling idiots that could barely get through anything sexual without something triggering our nervousness. It was almost comical. I was glad we could at least say what we wanted from each other even if it was through stutters and mumbles.

“Yeah, of course. I want you to feel good too.” He assured me.

I switched my position to lower my head towards his cock while my ass wiggled closer to his chest. His finger resumed its position inside me, being joined by another to stretch the small space open. As he pleasured the soft walls within me, i guided him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the thickness of his head. He kicked off his underwear and spread his legs more, giving me room to stroke what couldnt fit in my mouth. The feel of his girth against my tongue had me struggling to hollow out my cheeks but i bounced my head away, wanting him to feel the utmost pleasure. With us being wrapped up in the intensity of our sensuality we barely noticed the door opening or the light flickering on until we heard an "Oh fuck!!"

Wonwoo and i both shot up, squinting hard to see a tall figure now a few feet in front of us. I screamed and tried to cover myself and Wonwoo as quickly as possible. “Mingyu!?” He shouted. “You couldn’t have knocked?!”

“I didn’t know you were getting laid! Besides it’s my room too!...Wait.” Wonwoo’s roommate seemed to have a revelation. “Dude, you’re getting laid! Finally!” We watched as he ran out the room screaming, “Yo Vernon! Wonwoo’s finally getting laid!”

Wonwoo groaned and flopped back onto the mattress, covering his face with a pillow as he groaned deeply. Though we may not have been able to see without our glasses, it didn’t take 20/20 vision to see that we couldn’t have a night to ourselves without something going wrong.

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo svt #wonwoo seventeen #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt fanfiction #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfiction #svt drabble #seventeen drabble #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo fanfiction #jeon wonwoo fanfic #jeon wonwoo fanfiction #jeon wonwoo smut

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illfoandillfie · 5 years

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The Dinner Party

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader + Rami Malek, Lucy Boynton, Joe Mazzello, Gwilym Lee

Summery: Ben finds out about one of your fantasies and offers to help make it a reality.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ !!! it’s a big ol’ gang bang folks! unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, sensory deprivation (blindfolds), gags, restraints, choking, slapping, biting, spanking, oral (f and m receiving), a*al, orgasm denial, overstimulation/forced orgasm, nipple play, fingering, degradation, sexual objectification, handjobs, i think thats everything oh god i dont know theres a lot

Words: 11,538 (jesus)

A/N: I am so sorry I made you wait so long for this one - the last couple of months have been fucking whack as heck. Anyway, I hope she was worth waiting for! I’m gonna go have 12 cold showers in a row and scream for a while.

(its so fucking hard to find photos of all of them together jesus christ)

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“So, uhh, that fantasy you sent me the other night,” Ben ran his fingers lightly up and down your arm, “You really got off to that?” You could feel the sweat caught between your back and his chest, skin sticking together where you leaned against him. His hand was heavy on your stomach, moving with you as you wiggled around, trying to decrease the sticky discomfort. “Well, yeah, otherwise I wouldn’t have sent it. Was it too much?” It was something you did when you were away from each other. When you’d been apart for too long and you were yearning for each other's touch. You’d message each other with what you’d thought about while masturbating. Like a lot of the little traditions and patterns you and Ben developed, it had started as a joke. But now it felt weird to not do it. Sometimes it was links to porn videos or erotic stories found online. Sometimes it was reminiscences about previous nights together. And sometimes it was just one word. You. “No, it was pretty hot actually.” This time the distance had been caused by Ben’s filming schedule taking him overseas for three whole months. It was the longest you’d been separated in a while, and your game had turned into a bit of a competition. Trying to one up each other with wilder fantasies. You’d sent the last one, drawing on something you’d thought about a lot but never really divulged to anyone before in order to claim victory. The moment you’d hit send you’d worried it was too much. Ben knew you had a thing for exhibitionism and for being treated like an object, happy to help you indulge in them from time to time, but you’d never really exposed how deep they went. His response amounted to an oh my god and a couple of flushed face emojis. No come back, no one upping. Just three words and two little symbols. You hoped it was because he had nothing hotter to counter with and not because you’d freaked him out too much.

Three days later he was back home, hurriedly removing your shirt within minutes of walking through the door. The sex was neither sweet nor soft, though the way Ben sat up and pulled you against him afterwards, kissing your temple in the process, was both. “Glad you think so. It’s one I’ve thought about a lot.” “And you’ve never mentioned it before why?” “I don’t know, not every guy would be cool hearing about how his girlfriend dreams of being used by a bunch of strangers.” “Okay, yeah, spose that’s fair.” He was quiet for a moment, absentmindedly stroking your skin with feather light touches, “But if you got the chance, you’d really want to do something like that?” “I think so, yeah. Maybe not actually with strangers. Don’t think I’d feel comfortable enough to get into it if I didn’t know and trust everyone there. But in theory, yes.” “What if... what if I could arrange for something like it to happen?” “What?” You sat up straight and turned to face him, convinced you’d misheard him. “If I found some people you were comfortable with who... wanted to help make this a reality would you want to do it?” “You’re taking the piss, right?” “I swear I’m being serious. If you wanted to actually do something like that, I’d be into it. I’d help set it up.” “Are you feeling okay?” you pressed the back of your hand to Ben’s forehead like you were checking his temperature but he just laughed, grabbing you by the wrist so he could bring your hand to his lips. “I feel fine, babe.” His smile hit you like a ton of bricks. Fuck you’d missed that smile. “Can’t blame a girl for checking,” “Look, what you described was incredibly hot and the idea of watching you be used like that...” he trailed off but you didn’t need him to say anything else, his rapidly hardening cock was proof enough. You repositioned yourself on your hands and knees, taking his cock in one hand, “You wanna watch me, blindfolded and restrained, being fucked until im crying? Wanna see me helpless and desperate and used by a whole group of people?” Your strokes along his shaft were interrupted as Ben wrapped his hand around your throat. “I really do,” he growled as he pushed you back onto your knees, “but I think I need to fuck you again, make sure you remember who really owns your cunt.”

Ben didn’t mention it again that week, though he barely let you out of his reach. He always got extra clingy and cuddly after you’d been reunited, surprising you with soft deep kisses and tight hugs at random. Always finding some reason to touch you, a hand on your back while you were standing at the stove, brushing fingers as you slipped past each other in the corridor, clutching your waist as he pulled you onto his lap while you played video games together. You figured he’d forgotten about your conversation now that the immediate heat and need for each other had been replaced with a softer desire to just be close. Not that you minded. You were happy to let that fantasy remain a fantasy, and if you were honest you hadn’t fully believed Ben when he suggested making it happen for real. Until he brought it up about a week and a half after his return.

You were watching TV, resting your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you, when he spoke. “So I got a call from Lucy today, turns out in a couple weeks time the whole band will be in London. We’re planning on meeting up for a few drinks, something like that.” “Oh that’s so great Ben,” you said, pulling your eyes from the ad for bathroom cleaner you’d been mindlessly staring at and looking up at him, “Be nice to see everyone again, all at once.” “Yeah. Actually, I thought I might suggest they all come over here for dinner one night.” “That’s a wonderful idea.” “And, uh, if you were still interested, we could maybe give them all a chance to fuck you.” You choked, an exclamation of surprise catching in your throat. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” Ben said, almost laughing as he hurried to get you a glass of water. You glared at him through watery eyes as your coughing fit subsided, gulping down the water as soon as he’d handed it over. “What the fuck?” you rasped out once you were back in control of your voice. “I didn’t think you were going to choke. Just thought it’d surprise you. You alright?” “Yeah, fine. But what the fuck?” You grabbed the remote to mute the TV, a signal that you wanted Ben to take this conversation seriously. “It was just a suggestion,” he said with a half shrug, “You said you’d be interested in doing it.” “I am, I just.... They’re your friends Ben, wouldn’t it be kinda weird?” He shrugged again, “Maybe at first. But you said you’d be more comfortable if you knew the people involved. Well, you know them. And I trust them. It’s worth thinking about at least.” You paused, chewing your lip as you took in what he was saying properly, the original shock having passed. It did kind of make sense. “Would… would they be into it?” you said slowly. “I mean, I’d have to talk to them. But, yeah, I think so.” he shrugged slightly. “And you’d be okay with it?” “Yes,” he answered matter-of-factly. “Really? Ben it’s one thing to think about it while you get off or talk about in the abstract. It’s a whole other thing to actually watch your girlfriend having sex with other people, especially your friends.” you shifted in your seat, moving to kneel beside him and reaching out to stroke his cheek, “I don’t want you to do something you’re not fully comfortable with just to try and make me happy. It was my fantasy to begin with and I am totally okay with leaving it like that. Really think about this before you say anything else.” He reached up, taking your hand in his and tracing lines over the back of your fingers, “But I have thought about it. A lot. Kind of non-stop actually. And I want to do it, if you do.” “Really?” “Yes. Look, it’s not like there’s gonna be feelings involved. This isn’t making love on a bed of roses type stuff. I’m not gonna be watching you have a romantic night with anyone. I’m gonna watch you being treated like a living sex toy by multiple people. Probably join in a bit too. And you’re not the only one who can set boundaries. If there’s anything I don’t feel comfortable seeing happen I’ll let everyone know.” You opened your mouth to speak but Ben cut you off. “If you ask me ‘really?’ one more time,” he laughed, pulling you off your knees and onto his lap, “Y/N, I promise you I am more than okay with this. It might have been your fantasy but it was my suggestion to actually do it. If it was strangers involved it’d be different. But the guys? None of them are going to hurt you, they’ll all respect whatever rules we put in place, and they’ll make sure it’s fun.” Your eyes roamed over Ben’s face, looking for any sign of discomfort or unease but all you saw was a plea for trust. “Okay. Talk to them, see how they all feel about it. But if anyone isn’t into it, the dinner stays as just a dinner. Deal?” “Deal.” He rested his forehead against yours, “I love you.” You hummed, kissing him softly. “Love you too, Benny.”

Over the next week Ben talked to everyone individually, gauging their interest in the dinner party and any extra activities that may involve. Some were a little more hesitant than others but by the end of the week everyone was a hard yes. It made your stomach tighten every time you thought about it, anticipation and excitement and nerves building as you counted down the days. You and Ben worked out the rules, where lines would be drawn and where boundaries would lie to ensure the night was safe and fun for everyone involved. You collected supplies, discussed and re-discussed how everything would work as well as planning the actual dinner party aspect – food and drink and music. As the night got closer you found yourself more and more aroused, constantly wet, unable to think about anything else for too long. Ben for his part seemed just as affected by it as you were and you found yourselves naked together much more frequently than you’d expected to. Not once was it rough though. It was like the two of you were saving all your energy for the dinner party, spending the hours in bed having lazy, gentle sex, soft kisses and gasped names and whispered ‘I love you’s. By the time the actual night rolled around you were burning for something harder and faster, looking forward to being used and bruised.

Half an hour before everyone turned up you started to get ready. You’d been wearing your plug all day, at Ben’s suggestion, but it still made you shiver when you caught a glimpse of it as you were getting dressed, the sparkly jewel catching the light as you checked your reflection. The lingerie you’d picked out left very little to the imagination, a crotchless thong and matching sheer bra, the garter belt and stockings the most modest part of the outfit. You fixed your makeup, adding extra mascara and reapplying your lipstick knowing it would just end up smudged.

“They’ll be here in ten babe, you ready?” Ben asked as he knocked on the bedroom door. You took a deep breath, looking over yourself one last time before you left the room. The soft ‘wow’ Ben gave you made you giggle as he led you through your unit to the mixed living/dining room. You’d rearranged the furniture earlier, shifting the coffee table over to the wall which left space for you to kneel in front of anyone on the couch. The dinner table was already laid out for everyone, except you of course, a tray of champagne glasses waiting to be offered around. You headed towards the coffee table, running your hand along it as you checked all the toys were there. Some of them were things you’d used before, some were newly bought specifically for tonight. Each had been carefully considered between you and Ben, only those you were both completely comfortable with being put out.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you said as you headed to your position in the middle of the room. Ben grabbed the spreader bar off the coffee table, attaching the cuffs to your ankles, forcing you to stand with legs wide open. The butterflies in your stomach went wild, everything suddenly feeling more real. “You all good?” Ben asked as he stood back up. “I’m wonderful. You?” “Brilliant.” He flashed you a reassuring smile and pecked you on the lips before turning to pick up the ball gag and press it into your mouth. Your lips stretched around it as he adjusted the fastening at the back of your head. You nodded to show you were comfortable and he turned once more, reaching for the black bandana that was going to be your blindfold for the night. You wanted to touch yourself, relieve some of the pressure that had been building all day but Ben grabbed your hands, pulling them in front of you, palms up. You heard him walk away and then come back with the tray of drinks, placing it carefully on your upturned hands. “Okay, all set. I’m gonna go check the dinner but everyone should start arriving soon. See you afterwards.” You hummed your agreement as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His touch left you but he was still close by. You felt him lean into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he growled a final warning in the voice he reserved for dominating you. “Don’t drop the drinks, slut.”

You were left in almost silence. Your unit wasn’t huge but the kitchen was far enough away that the noise was muffled. Or maybe you were just so aware of how much being left alone in such a vulnerable position turned you on, that outside noise just wasn’t getting through as easily. It was just you and your pounding heart and your steadily growing arousal. Nothing to do but wait and hope your arms didn’t give out under the tray of glasses. You had no idea how long it had been. You’d had about ten minutes when you’d started being set up, surely that time would have passed by now. Saliva was beginning to dribble under the gag and over your lips, trickling slowly down your chin to drip onto your chest. You heard Ben come back into the room, heading towards the speakers he’d set up and beginning to play the mix he’d created, music turned down low so it filled the background without distracting. Still you waited, trying to focus on keeping the tray of drinks balanced. Then suddenly, the buzzer, shocking you slightly and making your heart race. Ben answered, giving whoever it was access to the building and moments later you heard talking at the door, listening intently for who had arrived. “Ben!” “Lucy, looking lovely as always.” A pause, “Rami, great to see you buddy. Head on in, grab a drink and have a look. No touching yet though, we’ve got some rules to go through once everyone’s here.” You heard footsteps, a pair of heels clicking over the floor and the duller noise of someone in flat shoes, getting closer. A girly giggle as two drinks were removed from your tray. You prayed it wasn’t going to change the balance and tip everything over. They were both quiet for a moment. You could feel their eyes on you, looking you up and down. “You know I half thought Ben was joking,” Rami said quietly making Lucy laugh. “Glad he wasn’t.” She said and you heard her heels again as she began walking around you slowly, taking in every inch of your helpless form, “She’s very pretty. Always thought Ben lucked out with her.” “Alright, Luce, keep it in your pants,” “Can’t help it. You know I can’t resist a helpless, restrained toy. And you have to admit she looks like she’ll be fun.” “She definitely does. Almost can’t believe it’s Y/N. She always seemed so sweet and not one for this sort of thing.” “Are you kidding? I knew she’d be into some kinky stuff the first time Ben introduced her to us.” “What? No way,” “Well okay, maybe not the instant I met her. You remember when we were at the restaurant with them, I went to the bathroom with her so I could chat to her, woman to woman, and I caught a glimpse of her wrist. There was a very clear mark that she was trying to hide, looked like it came from too tight handcuffs.” You felt your cheeks grow warm at the memory. God, if you’d known then that Lucy had worked out what you and Ben had got up to that morning, you would have died from embarrassment. But now all it did was turn you on more, heat pooling in your stomach. “God, see that?” Lucy suddenly exclaimed “See what?” “Right there, on the inside of her thigh,” “Oh my god, you’re right, she’s dripping.” The warmth of the oven spread through every room but you couldn’t suppress a shiver running down your spine as they both laughed, continuing to talk about you as if you weren’t there. You heard Ben walk back through the room as the buzzer rang a second time. The door opened and you said a silent thank you that Joe and Gwilym had arrived together, your arms already sore from holding them still for so long. Ben greeted them and told them the same thing he’d told Rami and Lucy – grab a drink, have a look, don’t touch. You were briefly forgotten as the two newcomers entered the room, everyone more focused on greeting each other until Joe asked where they’d got their champagne from. “She’s got them.” “Woah,” “Right?” “Is that really Y/N?” “Go on, have a closer look. She’s absolutely loving this.” “What d’you mean?” “She’s wearing crotchless panties and you can see she’s completely soaked.” “My god,” Your tray lightened again as another two drinks were removed from it. “Where’d Ben go?” “He said something about giving us a chance to have a look around. I assume he meant her.” “Hope he comes back soon, I’m itching to touch her.” “Jeez Luce, didn’t realise you’d be so into it.” “Well excuse me for getting into the spirit of it all.”

They kept talking, the conversation a mix of catching up and comments about you. When Ben came back, his footsteps audible beneath the chatter, he was met by dozens of questions though he wouldn’t answer anything about you straight away. Eventually he took the last glass, leaving you to hold the empty tray despite the ache in your arms, and tapped it with his fingernail to get everyone’s attention. “Sorry, don’t want to interrupt for too long” he said as everyone quieted down, “I just need your attention for a moment. There’s a few rules we need to cover before the fun can really start." He paused and you felt the energy of the room change, an electric current running through everyone as they focused on you and Ben. “Firstly, just to be clear, this has all been set up with Y/N’s consent. Everyone has agreed to participate but of course you aren’t obligated to, and if anything that happens makes you uncomfortable, please talk to me about it.” There was a brief murmur while Ben paused but once he started speaking again it stopped. “Y/N and I can stop the scene at any time. Our safe word is red but obviously it may not be possible for Y/N to speak throughout the night so she also has a safe signal, three slaps against something. It could be the floor or a wall or her own thigh or whatever, but three slaps or the word red means everything stops instantly. There shouldn’t be any need for us to use them though, if everyone follows the rules, which are, one: you can touch or fuck Y/N just about however you want, as long as there is no anal play. You may have noticed she’s wearing a plug tonight but her arse is off limits to anyone who isn’t me.” You whimpered softly behind the gag but Ben ignored you. “Two: For the boys specifically I guess, you are not allowed to finish in her cunt, but down her throat or over any other part of her is fine. Three: We expect some bruises and marks, especially if you choose to use some of the toys provided,” he gestured towards the coffee table, “but please nothing that will leave permanent scars, no burns or blood. Four: Degrading names are fine but stick with things like slut and whore and bitch, nothing too personal. And finally, on a slightly different though no less serious note, five: no forehead kisses or anything that has a romantic connotation. That one is less for her sake than mine. Everyone understand?” There was a chorus of yes’s in response before Ben spoke again. “Good. We trust you, it’s why we were comfortable setting this up and inviting all of you, but my main concern is keeping this fun and safe for everyone, especially for Y/N.” If it weren’t for the restraints and the desire to be good that had practically taken over your brain, you could have melted at the way he said your name. It carried the same weight as the words good girl or the ‘my’ in my slut. But before you had a chance to really appreciate it he’d moved on. “I promise, this is the last thing I’m gonna say. Tonight this is not the Y/N you all know. This is a toy who happens to look like her. She is an object, a breathing blow up doll, here for your entertainment, for you to talk about or talk to or to use however entertains you most. Her pleasure is not the priority. Now have fun.”

Everyone was still for a moment, not quite knowing how to start but then Lucy was coming towards you, the clacking of her heels almost ominous. “Can we get rid of the tray now? Maybe the blindfold too?” She asked. The general chatter started up again behind her but you focused on Lucy’s voice. “Sure thing,” Ben sounded more amused than anything, “You wanna leave her arms out or put them behind her back?” Ben took the tray and you let your arms drop, heavy with the strain of holding them up, a slight ache already in your shoulders. “Restrained I think” “Oi, Gwil, chuck us those handcuffs will you?” He called across the room before he turned back to Lucy, “I’ll give you the keys, Luce, let you decide how long she stays like that.” “Ben, you’ve just made my day,” They were both laughing as you felt your blindfold being tugged off and you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. “Much better,” Lucy teased, standing right in front of you, her voice low and pouty, “now we can see those pretty eyes.” A familiar hand gripped your wrist, pulling it behind your back, followed quickly by the other one as Gwilym joined Ben behind you and handed over the cuffs, the fluffy black cover in place to make it easier on your wrists. Lucy dragged her hand down the side of your face, distracting you from the two boys behind you. “Look at you, all dolled up for us. Don’t quite know where to start.” Her hand trailed lower, sliding along your jaw and down onto your neck. Your heart raced as the handcuffs clicked into place and Lucy opened her hand as if to choke you. Instead she lightly ran her thumb and fingers down the column of your throat, laying her hand flat once she reached your sternum. You jolted as Gwilym’s hands landed on your arse, grabbing you firmly and almost sending you toppling forward. Lucy continued to trail her hands down your body, squeezing your breasts and teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. You wanted to beg for more, for them to stop teasing you, but the gag prevented you. All you managed to do was let more saliva drip onto your chest. “She’s got a nice arse, can see why you want to keep it to yourself,” Ben laughed, “Can’t expect me to share everything mate.” “Nice tits too,” Lucy said before she reared a hand back and brought it forward to slap one of them. You whined behind the gag, and Lucy’s face lit up. “Let’s hear that again.” Her hand rose up into the air as Ben grabbed your arms, holding you still as she brought it down on your other breast. You whined again, partly because of the slap and partly because of the way Gwilym’s fingers were sliding along your cunt. Every noise you made only served to cover you in more of your own spit. “You were right about how wet she is Lucy.” “Why don’t you bend her over and fuck her,” Ben said as he let go of your arms, “that’s what she’s here for and I can promise her cunt is just as good as her arse.” He gave you a final tap on the hip as he walked off, winking at you from over Lucy’s shoulder before joining Joe and Rami in their conversation.

The next thing you felt was Gwilym’s hand on your back pushing you to bend at the waist as he grabbed your bound arms where Ben had just let go. You looked up at Lucy as best you could, eyes wide at the sound of Gwilym’s zip being pulled down and the shuffle of his clothing. This was it. This was what you’d been secretly dreaming about for years, or close enough anyway. Lucy bent down slightly, bringing her face to your level as your hip was grasped hard by the man behind you. “She’s gagging for it Gwil, drooling everywhere.” That was the only encouragement Gwilym needed before he was sliding into you through the opening in your underwear, not giving you any time to adjust before he was fucking you hard and fast. The plug in your arse increased the fullness and tightness you felt and you squeezed your eyes shut as his hips snapped against you repeatedly. When you opened them Lucy was gone. Disappointment washed over you, compounded by the fact that Gwil was doing nothing to intentionally push you into an orgasm. His thrusts were forceful and made you whine around the gag but he wasn’t angled the right way to hit your g-spot and he refused to touch your clit. “Slow down for a minute would you Gwil, wanna get that gag off her.” Lucy was back, pulling Rami along by the hand. Gwilym adjusted his pace, slowing enough for Lucy to remove the ballgag from your mouth, a long string of spit dripping from your lips as it was thrown to the side. You gasped out, “thank you,” as Lucy ran her thumb over your chin, pushing the drool back up to your mouth. “Liked it better when you couldn’t talk. Rami, sweetie, why don’t you put her mouth to good use.” You whimpered as Rami released his cock and Lucy wrapped her hand around it, pumping a few times before she threaded her fingers through your hair to hold your head still. “Good girl, keep that mouth open nice and wide for us,” she cooed as Rami eased himself inside. He must have given Gwil some kind of signal that you’d missed, too focused on Lucy’s voice, because both of them began thrusting into you at the same time. This time Gwilym started slower, matching Rami’s pace as he worked himself down your throat, gradually speeding up again. Every noise you made in reaction to how Gwilym was fucking you was lost in a wet gag as your throat was used. Complete contrast to the slapping noises of Gwil’s hips against you and the grunts from both men. You knew they were both going to cum and that, at the rate you were going, you wouldn’t be just yet, and that only made you more desperate to touch yourself. It was very very rarely you’d been able to get off from penetration alone and though you tonight could potentially prove to be another of those times, it certainly wasn’t going to happen this quickly. Lucy must have sensed your need because she began to trail her fingertips down your back as she walked away from your head, eventually bringing her hand to your clit. You moaned as you finally felt some kind of relief, the sound muffled by the cock jammed down your throat. “So needy,” Lucy commented to no one in particular, laughing as she removed her fingers and heard you whine. And then she was back in front of you, sucking on the fingers she’d touched you with as she watched more saliva drip off your chin. “Oh, f-fuck,” you heard Gwilym grunt, his cock twitching as he slowed his hips and pulled out of you. You barely had time to register the sudden emptiness and increased desire before you felt him covering your lower back with his cum. He tapped your arse in appreciation and walked away. Lucy leaned in to whisper something in Rami’s ear and with another two thrust he was cumming too, making you swallow every drop before he fell from your lips and tucked himself away. “Think I need a stiff drink after that,” he said as he headed off to find something, leaving you alone with Lucy. You let out a breath as you stood up again, the ache between your legs stronger after Lucy’s much too brief touch. “Think I could use a top up too actually,” Lucy said as she looked around, “I’ll be back in a minute and then we’ll find another use for your mouth. You whimpered as Lucy walked away as well leaving you alone, unable to move properly, dripping and needy, back itchy where Gwilym’s cum had landed. You could see Lucy talking to Ben as he topped up her glass of champagne, Rami and Gwilym standing with them. Turning your head, you found Joe, standing at the table where you’d laid out the toys that you and Ben were open to people using on you. He picked up the leather paddle Ben liked to use when you needed a punishment, tapping it against his palm a few times. Your instinct was to squeeze your thighs together but the spreader bar prevented you. Instead you watched, holding your breath, as Lucy joined Joe. You could see them talking and laughing, Joe still tapping the paddle against his hand absentmindedly. And then they were both walking in your direction, still talking, Joe still holding that damn paddle. You swallowed hard.

As soon as Lucy was in front of you, she wrapped her hand around your throat again, squeezing slightly as she took a sip of her drink. “I checked with Ben, he said this was okay,” She brought her lips to yours. Your first thought was that they were softer than Ben’s. Your second was that she tasted like champagne and strawberry lip gloss. Your third was how much it hurt when she bit your lip and pulled it. “Had to know,” she shrugged, looking at Joe. “Hey, no complaints here,” “D’you want to uncuff her, or should I?” “I’ll do it, you keep making out,” Lucy giggled as she handed over the keys. “Uncuffing me?” you croaked; voice rough from a mixture of not talking and how your throat had been used. “Only because I want your fingers. Gonna use them and that pretty mouth to get me off.” You whimpered and heard a chuckle from behind you as your wrists were finally released. “She hasn’t even heard what I’m gonna do to her yet,” “I was gonna let that be a surprise Joe,” You rolled your shoulders, stretching the stiffness from them, and confessed that you’d already seen the paddle. Lucy tutted as she undid the clasp of your bra, dropping it to the floor as she turned towards the couch and fell into it gracefully, “Might have to blindfold you again after this. Can’t have you ruining any more of our surprises.” She crooked her finger at you and you awkwardly followed her, the spreader bar inhibiting your movement so that each small step drew everyone’s eye. When you were close enough to grab onto the couch for support you eased yourself to your knees and shuffled as close as you could get. Lucy raised her dress slightly, hooking her leg over your shoulder. You could feel the heel of her shoe resting on your back as you were drawn towards her still clothed pussy, a large wet patch proof of how much fun she’d had so far. You hooked your finger into her underwear, pulling it to the side, just as Joe began to speak to the room at large. Lucy’s hand in your hair kept you focused on her, kitten licking along her lips, as Joe began to take bets on how many spanks you could handle before you begged to stop. You weren't sure who said which number, everyone’s voices bleeding into each other as they argued and defended their bets. The lowest you heard was a pitiful five, the highest you were sure came from Ben who put his money on twenty. After all, he knew he’d reached that with you before. You tried to keep your tongue on Lucy as the talk died down again and the nerves rose in your chest, everyone waiting for the first strike. The was a pause, almost silent, and then the paddle came down against your arse, splitting the air with a sharp slap followed by a chorus of voices counting the first strike. You let out a small hiss as you relaxed back into Lucy, drawing a gasp from her as you circled your tongue around her clit. You were a little more prepared for the second spank now that you had an idea of how Joe moved, how forceful his first one had been. It only made you jolt forward, your hitched breath covered by everyone calling out two! The spanks with the paddle came faster and harder as they progressed, making you gasp into Lucy’s cunt as you continued to lick along her folds, gradually adding your fingers one at a time. By the time they’d reached ten spanks you were fighting back tears, three fingers pumping in and out of Lucy, trying to distract yourself from the sting in your arse by listening to the moans and sighs falling from her lips every time you curled your fingers and lapped at her wetness. You could tell she was getting close, rhythmically clenching round your fingers, her heel digging into your back as you took yet another hit. You sucked Lucy’s clit into your mouth as you pressed your fingers in deep, curling them and making her moan. It didn’t take much more than that to have her cumming, though the way you whined as Joe spanked you again probably helped push her over the edge. You let her ride the orgasm out on your fingers, licking up her release until she pushed you away and let her leg drop from your shoulder. As soon as you were free you felt another spank, this one hard enough to push a sob from your throat and tears from your eyes. Everyone yelled out the number thirteen and you braced yourself for another.

You finally broke, crying out to stop at number twenty-two. Mascara stung your eyes and left black lines down your cheeks in the wake of tears you couldn’t stop. As chatter filled the room once more, discussing your performance and claiming Ben shouldn’t win any money since he clearly knew how long you’d last, you heard footsteps approach. Ben’s hand was warm against the back of your head and for a moment you let yourself drop out of the scene, leaning your forehead against his leg and breathing deep to control your tears. “Hey, that wasn’t too much was it?” Joe asked, eyes flicking between you and Ben. “No, not at all. Y/N knew how much she could take and you stopped when she said so.” “Okay, good. Just wanted to check. You seemed a little tense towards the end there.” “Mate, you’re fine. Just not the easiest thing to watch my girlfriend in that position when I’m not the one controlling how hard or how often she gets hit.” “Yeah, Joe, that was great,” you said, looking up at him through watery eyes, “Broke my record.” “And won me fifty quid,” “Good luck getting everyone to pay up,” he chuckled. For the briefest of moments, it felt like the three of you were just hanging out, joking around over a beer down the pub, until Ben leaned down to ask if you were alright to continue. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded, sitting back on your heels and hissing slightly as they came into contact with your red, stinging arse. Even the pain wasn’t enough to dull the ache between your legs. “Then why don’t you be a good whore and give Joe a proper thank you,” he turned to leave, stopping long enough to tell Joe not to be afraid to be rough. “Well come on, thank me. Haven’t got all night,” Joe towered over you as you hurried to unzip his pants, setting his cock free as you slid them down over his hips. You wrapped your hand around him, thankful to be able to use your hands, as you leaned in to drag your tongue over his tip, collecting the precum that had already begun to accumulate. Clearly he’d enjoyed spanking you. From the way he bucked his hips as you took him between your lips, running your tongue along the underside of his cock, you’d say he enjoyed it quite a lot. He let you set your own pace, bobbing your head as you took him deeper before pulling off him entirely, pumping your hand over his length. Your own need was too much to ignore and you trailed your free hand over your thigh, desperate for some sort of relief. You didn’t get very far though before Joe noticed. “Didn’t say you could do that,” he says as he knocks your hand away with his foot. “Please, Joe, need to cum so bad,” “Things like you don’t need anything. You just want it. Maybe you can convince me though.” He pushed on the back of your head and you took the hint, taking him back into your mouth. He left his hand resting lightly on your head but you could feel the weight of it, aware of how easy it would be for him to hold you down and make you choke. It did nothing to alleviate your desire. “That’s better,” he grunted as you hollowed your cheeks. You picked up the pace, the mere possibility of an orgasm spurring you on. He let out a string of muttered curses as you let him sink deeper, reaching up with your free hand to squeeze his balls lightly. You looked up at him when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, eyes meeting as he snapped his hips towards you, making you gag. When he brought his other hand to your hair you knew you weren’t in control anymore. All you could do was brace your hands on his thighs and try to relax your throat as he thrust into you again and again, heedless of your comfort, your breath, your choked moans. You knew he was getting close by the way he sped up, grunting as he held you down. And then he was out of your throat, covering your chest with his cum while you desperately sucked air into your lungs. You were still gasping when he pulled you back to your feet. He lazily trailed his fingers down your stomach, stopping right before he reached where you wanted him most. “Joe, please,” “No. Didn’t convince me. But maybe someone else will take pity on you.” He withdrew his hand, walking away.

Once again you were going to take matters into your own hands when you were stopped, this time by Ben who was clearly keeping a close eye on you. “Uh uh uh, that’s not allowed.” he said as he grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your dripping cunt, “if you don’t play along properly we’ll have to stop the game, and then you definitely won’t get to cum.” You whined as he pulled the black bandana from his pocket and tied it round your eyes again. “Didn’t expect you to lose this so quickly, let’s see how long it lasts before Lucy takes it off again.” You nodded, vision removed once more. “Now, are you going to be good or should I tie your hands up again?” “I’ll be good.” “Good. Can’t have you misbehaving in front of everyone.” He gave your arse a swat, making you whimper, as he walked off, leaving you alone and unable to see. It didn’t last long, the being alone part at least. One of the guys, you couldn’t tell who, trailed his fingertips over your collarbone, raising goose bumps and making your breath quicken. He remained quiet, giving you no hint to his identity, as he moved up your neck, fingers coming to rest where it met your jaw. He tilted your head to the side as he leaned in to attach his lips to your skin. You could feel your pulse beating hard under his tongue, a moan dropping from your lips as he kissed his way down your throat. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder before he left chuckling at the way you’d cried out. About a minute passed and then another set of hands were on you, rougher than the last. He, whoever he was, grabbed your wrist pulling your hand out so he could spit into your palm before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

This was exactly how your fantasies normally went – just you and a series of anonymous people using your body however they wanted, rutting into your hand, squeezing your throat as they pinched and pulled your tits, bending you over so they could shove their cock into your mouth or examine the bruises forming on your arse. You could hear snatches of conversations as you were pulled around by numerous hands, never quite sure who was touching you at any given time. On your left you could hear Joe telling someone about the road trip he went on with some friends last month. The juxtaposition of such a casual conversation while you were being fingered to within an inch of your life made your head spin. It was the third time you’d heard the story during the night. Right before he got to the part about almost being left in a truckstop bathroom you heard the familiar click of Lucy’s heels. She was the only one you were certain of when she came close. Well, her and Ben – you had no trouble picking his footsteps or scent from everyone else’s. Perhaps you could have worked out the others except that thinking was becoming harder to do. Your body was covered in splatters of cum at various stages of drying, making you itch, your arse smarted, and you felt like if you didn’t cum soon you were going to combust. You’d been close more times than you could count but never quite got there before those who were fucking you pulled out and left you with their cum straining your underwear or dripping from your lips. You moaned as the fingers still pumping into you sped up. “C’mon Gwil, be nice and let her cum, she looks desperate,” So that was who was tormenting you at the moment, Gwilym was the reason you’d been saying nothing but the word please for the last three minutes. “Think you mean pathetic,” he made no move to alter his pattern “Well if you wont, I will,” her fingers drifted down towards your clit, circling you slowly as Gwilym continued finger fucking you. It only took a few seconds for her to have you moaning out your release, coating both their hands in your juices as you rode the orgasm for as long as they let you. “Thank you,” you said breathlessly as both of them removed their hands from you. Gwilym tapped his fingers against your lips until you let him push them into your mouth. Leaning into your ear he softly said, “I’m going to fuck you again before the night’s done. Properly.” You heard him retreat but then Lucy was grabbing your hand, placing it between her own legs. “Fair’s fair.” She was wet, her cunt welcoming you with a squeeze as you let two fingers slide into her. You began to build a steady pace, searching for that spot that would make her knees buckle. She threw her arms over your shoulders for support as you added a third finger, her nails digging into you as you let your thumb land on her clit. Her moans were muffled by your neck as you pushed her closer to her release, curling your fingers and stroking until she came on shaking legs. “I’m going to have to ask Ben if I can borrow you for a night. Chain you to my bed and play with every inch of you until I can’t cum anymore.” You lost track of how long you’d stood there, being repositioned over and over. Sometimes you had less than a second before one cock was replaced by another, sometimes you were left alone for what felt like hours, listening for any hint of someone approaching but only hearing the conversations happening around you.

When Ben announced that dinner was ready everyone moved toward the table, replacing chairs they’d moved around during the night, a couple of people giving you a last squeeze or slap as they passed. Ben knelt down to release your feet and you almost collapsed against him as he led you towards your designated seat. It was one of the chairs taken from the table everyone sat at, pulled off to the side so you were still within view without being the center of attention. He pulled your arms behind the chair, securing you in place with the handcuffs so you couldn’t move. You could smell the roast Ben had spent the afternoon preparing, along with all the accompanying sides that you’d helped him make. “Is Y/N not eating with us then?” Lucy asked. “Toys don’t need to eat,” “She’s probably full anyway,” Joe said matter-of-factly, “y’know, from how much she’s swallowed tonight.” There were snorts of laughter amongst the tinkling sounds of cutlery and glasses, followed by the melodic buzz of talking, sometimes discussions that involved the whole table, sometimes just kept between two or three people. Occasionally you heard your name mentioned making you jump and focus on the conversation. More often than not it was Ben mentioning you in passing as he talked about the day trip you’d taken to the beach last week or something else equally mundane. But the few less innocent comments you heard made you squirm. Hearing Rami describe how incredible your tits were was enough to have you whimpering, and hearing Gwil talk about how hot you sounded when you came had you clenching your thighs together in your chair. “Fuck, look at her now,” Joe said, accompanied by the sound of someone shifting their chair for a better look, followed by a louder, “you alright?” directed towards you. You whined, knowing you sounded completely desperate but beyond caring, as you tried to get some sort of relief. “Needy whore,” “Wants to be fucked some more,” said with an accompanying laugh. “Someone should do it. Dinner and a show.” “Nah, let her squirm a bit longer,” “If you boys are quite done, I think I have an idea,” “She’s all yours,” You whimpered as Lucy pushed her chair back, listening as the sound of her shoes went past you and then returned a few seconds later. You got a whiff of her perfume, floral and sweet, as she leaned down, hands resting on your thighs. You could feel something pressed between her palm and your leg but couldn’t work out what it was, not with her talking to you so softly, her breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver through you. “You wanna cum again, don’t you? Poor thing.” All you could do was nod, whimpering out a soft, “please.” You were already trembling as she knelt between your legs, caressing your thighs softly before she hooked her fingers into the band of your thong and slid it off you. She lifted one of your legs onto her shoulder so she could push the unknown object into you before she let your leg drop back down and stood up again. You were panting, unsure why she’d teased you so, as she took her seat again. “What’d you do, Luce? Nothing happened,” Rami barely finished speaking when you felt the egg vibrator come to life and a small oh slipped out of your mouth. The vibration increased sending you hurtling towards the orgasm you so badly wanted. You clenched your legs together as you moaned through your release, Lucy reducing the power of the vibrator as you came down. You had maybe five seconds to compose yourself before it was being turned back up again, pulling a string of moaned expletives from you as you fell into another orgasm much more quickly than you ever had before. “There’s your show,” Lucy laughed over your whines as your sensitivity grew. “Pass me the controller for a minute,” Joe said, “how do you use it?” “Just spin that wheel, up makes it vibrate more,” “Like this?” You jerked in your chair as it got stronger, whimpering when he turned it down again. “Oh, easy. Think I’m a little scared of you now Luce.” There was laughter as you tipped over the edge again.

They didn’t let up until they’d had their fill, finishing their dinner to the sound of your heavy panting and moaned requests to stop as you unsuccessfully tried to squirm away from the constant vibrations. The controller was passed from person to person, each one changing the settings according to their own whim. For a while you were left with a low-level buzzing as the controls sat by Gwil’s plate, untouched, giving you as much respite as you could hope for under the circumstances. But then it was back in the hands of Joe who delighted in making you scream as he turned it up high. By the time everyone had eaten their last bite and complimented the meal, the controls were in Ben’s hands. If you’d hoped for leniency, for a kind word of praise as he set you free, you’d hoped wrong. Ben did halt the vibrator, turning it off as he walked towards you and removed your blindfold again, but he also twisted his hand through your hair so he could tug your head up, forcing you to look at the table. Four pairs of eyes were fixed on you as Ben spun the controls to the highest possible setting, watching as your hips bucked and your back arched as much as your bound position would allow you. You couldn’t even scream as you came again, your voice catching in your throat as all the air was pushed from your lungs at once. When he was satisfied with your performance, Ben turned it off and reached between your legs to pull the egg from you, pocketing it as he began collecting dirty dishes with the help of an insistent Lucy, leaving you twitching in the chair. You closed your eyes for a second in an attempt to settle your pounding heart, opening them to find Rami standing in front of you. “I know you lost count of how many orgasms you just had,” he said softly as he kneeled between your legs, “but I’m going to take another one from you.” He pushed your legs wider, probing at your entrance with two fingers as he rubbed your clit with his other hand. You didn’t think you could cum again but his unhurried movements built you up despite how sensitive you felt. He watched your every reaction as he changed the angle of his fingers until he found your gspot. You shook as you tipped over the edge again, unable to resist his steady strokes. “Good girl, knew you had another one for me.” he said as he wiped his hands on his pants.

“What do you think Rami?” Joe asked as he and Gwilym approached. “What do I think about what?” “Best way to play with a girl’s nipples,” “Oh, I guess, like this,” Rami reached out with one hand, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers before tugging it away from your body, making you loudly whine. “Is that really your favourite way?” “It’s a classic. Simple. Easy to control. You can add a twist,” he twisted your nipple until you tried to jerk away, “for a little extra pain if she’s into that.” Joe scoffed, “You cannot beat sucking on a nipple. It’s clearly the best way,” he lowered his head to your chest, his breath fanning out over your sensitive nipple as he moved closer. He took it into his mouth, tracing his tongue around it and sucking gently. Your eyes fluttered closed, releasing a soft moan at how good it felt until he suddenly clamped his teeth down, making you wince. “See? Nothing beats a little bit of tongue and teeth. Well okay Gwil, since you clearly disagree, you wanna demonstrate for the class?” “I don’t necessarily disagree. It just depends on what you want to achieve.” Joe raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, inviting Gwilym to go on. “Well if you want her to moan then yeah, either of your methods is great. But if you’re looking for something a little more painful, maybe more of a punishment, you can’t beat the flick.” Without any warning he dropped his hand towards your other nipple, flicking it quickly, making you jolt. “It’s especially good if you surprise them with it after you’ve been fairly gentle. And the more you do it, the more it hurts.” “Show me again?” Gwilym repeated his flicking motion on both your nipples at once, and then again, each one sending a shock of pain through your chest. You whimpered as his fingers were replaced by Rami’s on one nipple and Joe’s on the others, both testing the flick for themselves. “Okay, that’s pretty good.” “I’ll expect your cheques in the mail soon,” “Wonder what Ben thinks,” Joe said, heading off to find out, followed by Rami. Gwilym stayed behind. “What say we get you out of those cuffs now?” Gwil said as he picked up the keys from where Ben had left them near you. You nodded, expecting there to be a catch, but he leant down behind you and unlocked your restraints without another word. You brought your arms to your front, rolling your wrists, but didn’t have time for anything else before he was dragging you from the chair to the table and pushing you down over it. “Told you I was gonna fuck you again.” Your nails scratched over the smooth surface of the table, looking for something to cling on to as he bottomed out. The best you could manage was to grasp the side of the table, knuckles turning white and plea for him not to stop, as he fucked you. You clenched around him, reaching your peak and falling into an underwhelming orgasm right as he pulled out of you. Before you could stand up again he was pulling you backwards and pushing you to your knees. “Mouth,” he grunted and you had a few seconds to register the way Gwilym was pumping his fist over his cock before he was coating your lips and chin. You had just enough time to swallow what you could lick up before Rami pushed his cock between your lips. It took you by surprise, not having realised the others had returned but you tried to stay relaxed as he thrust into your mouth a couple of times before Joe replaced him. Your hands flew up to grasp their shafts as you alternated between them, sucking one as you jerked the other. Suddenly your hair was being tugged on as Lucy spun your head towards her. She used her free hand to remove her underwear and you obediently leaned in to suck her clit, still jerking Joe and Rami. Lucy pushed you closer to her, your nose nudging her clit as your tongue wandered lower, pulling a few softly spoken expletives from her. You felt like you’d just found the perfect rhythm to please the three of them when you were grabbed under your arms and pulled away. You were dropped on your feet in front of Ben, who sat on the couch. He spun you round and you squealed as he swatted your still sore arse but you bent over for him all the same, trying to relax as he carefully removed the plug he’d wiggled into you that morning. The lube was cold as he squirted a generous amount onto you, using his fingers to make sure you were ready before he pulled you backwards, spreading your cheeks as you slowly sunk down onto him. “Breath,” he said into your ear and you realised you’d been holding your breath, “You good?” “Mmhmm,” you tilted your head back, eyes closed as the stretch settled into a deep fullness. Ben leaned into the back of the couch, almost lying down, and you felt your legs being spread. You barely had time to react to Rami plowing into your cunt, the moan getting caught in your throat as Joe filled your mouth with his cock. Somewhere to your left you could hear Gwilym and Lucy laughing about you being sealed airtight but the joke barely registered in your brain, much too concerned with how incredibly full you were. Joe timed his thrusts to match Rami’s, the force making you rock on Ben’s cock even as he stayed relatively still. Your eyes fluttered shut, stray tears clinging to your eyelashes as you tried not to let the mix of sensations overwhelm you. You felt the couch dip a little as Lucy knelt beside you, grabbing your hand and placing your fingers at her entrance. She rocked against your hand, chasing the release she’d been close to getting from your tongue. Gwil grabbed your other hand, wrapping it around his cock, but you hardly noticed his rutting as Ben suddenly thrust up into you. Your whole body felt hot, a fire spreading through you as you were fucked from every angle, a fuzz settling in your brain as the pleasure took over. You shook as an orgasm rolled through you, Rami pulling out of you and jerking himself off onto your tits. As soon as Rami stepped back Joe took his place, pushing deep into you as Lucy brought your head to her chest. She arched her back into you as you sucked a nipple into your mouth. Joe and Ben were so in sync as they thrust in and out of you, filling you more completely than you’d ever felt before. “Fuck,” Joe grunted as he pulled out of you, cumming over your stomach. You whined as Lucy pushed three fingers into your overly sensitive cunt, your head being pulled away from her breasts so Gwil could fuck your throat. Your own choked moans echoed in your ears as your whole body buzzed and your vision slipped in and out of focus. You felt like you were floating between them, unable to find anything real to cling on to or ground you. You were vaguely aware of Lucy’s rapidly increasing ohs as she rubbed her clit and reached her own release on your hand. She continued to pump her fingers into you, curling them until you were seeing stars. The moan you made around Gwil’s cock had him cursing as he filled your mouth with his cum, watching it drip over your lips as he pulled out. You hastily sucked in a breath of air, it going some way to making you feel less lightheaded, but the breath was quickly pushed from your lungs again as Ben grasped your hips and began to slam you down on his cock repeatedly. It didn’t take him long to reach his own climax, pulling out as he released his load so that it dripped down between your legs.

You still felt floaty and dizzy as Ben picked you up and lay you down on the couch with a pillow under you head. “She’s done guys,” he said to the rest of the group, nodding his head to the table as an invitation to join him. Everyone stayed a little while longer, sitting around and talking over coffee and cake like it was a regular dinner party, like they hadn’t just collectively fucked you into a different realm. You stayed curled up on the couch, dozing on and off as you gradually got the buzzing in your body to stop. Your dazed state stretched on as everyone left, snatches of goodbyes floating to you from the doorway. When you thought back a week later you could distinctly remember hearing Gwilym say he’d love to do that again if you were ever going to repeat the experience. Once the door was shut and the music stopped, Ben knelt down by your head, brushing your hair away from your face. “Y/N?” He said softly. You blinked your eyes open and smiled up at him. “That was fun,” you felt groggy and tired but you laughed as Ben pulled you into a tight bear hug, “You shouldn’t hug me Ben, I’m covered in cum and smudged makeup and lube and whatever else, gonna ruin your clothes.” “Clothes shmothes. As if I’m not gonna hug you after that. You were fucking incredible.” You buried your face in his neck, breathing deeply. “How do you feel?” “Like I need a shower.” “How about a bath?” “Even better.” Ben kissed the top of your head before he let you go, wrapping his arm around your waist as he led you to the bathroom. You picked up a facecloth as Ben ran the bath, using it to clean the mascara tear tracks and smudged lipstick from your cheeks and chin. “Let me help,” Ben said softly, dropping to his knees and unhooking your stockings from the garter belt, sliding both down your legs and throwing them into the laundry hamper. You ruffled his hair in gratitude, the tiredness you felt only getting more pronounced as the seconds slipped by. The tub wasn’t full but you needed to sit down, carefully stepping over the edge and easing yourself into the hot water. Ben quickly shed his own clothes, adding them to the hamper, and climbed in behind you. You stayed sitting just long enough to turn the water off before the tub overflowed, and then leaned back against Ben. “How do you feel?” he asked again as he picked up your soap and washcloth, “now that you’re in a bath I mean.” “Tired and a little sore. And kinda feel like crying but I’m not sure why.” He ran the washcloth along your shoulder and down your arm, beginning to scrub your skin clean. “Well I’ve booked you in for a massage tomorrow afternoon, so that should help with the sore. As for the tired, I am gonna make you stay awake a little longer, but you can relax while I take care of you and you can sleep in tomorrow.” “And the random crying?” “Just your brain rebalancing. It was flooded with a bunch of endorphins and different emotions. Cry as much as you need to, it’s cathartic and it’ll make you feel better.” You nodded, tilting your head back to look at him, “did you have a good time?” “Absolutely. That was so unbelievably hot. Definitely gonna keep me going next time I’m away,” You both laughed softly as he gently pushed you forward so he could wash your back. He pushed your hair out of the way and traced his finger over a mark on your shoulder. “You got a few souvenirs from tonight,” “Is that the bitemark?” “Yeah. Do you know who left it?” “Not really. At the time I thought it might be Rami but I’m not sure. What else have I got?” “Couple red spots where people slapped you. Quite a few scratches.” “Lucy,” you both said at the same time with a chuckle. Ben kept talking to you as he shampooed and conditioned your hair and while he wrapped you in a big fluffy towel. He kissed you on the forehead again and told you to go hop into bed, that he’d be with you in a moment. “And don’t go to sleep yet either. I’ll be quick.” You did as he asked, having just enough energy to slip into one of his tee shirts and a fresh pair of undies before hopping under the covers. You snuggled down deep, closing your eyes as your head landed on the pillow, ignoring Ben’s request to stay awake. But, try as you might, sleep wouldn’t come. Your body was too amped up, still kind of horny despite everything, leaving you simultaneously dead tired and wide awake. Sitting up again you reached for your laptop, figuring you might as well watch some Netflix or something. And then the tears started, virtually out of nowhere. When Ben came back, in fresh pyjamas straight from the clean washing yet to be put away, he found you hunched over, clutching your knees to your chest and crying uncontrollably. He placed the items he was carrying down on his bedside table before he joined you in bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you leaned into his chest. He rubbed your back and mumbled soft words of praise until you managed to stop. “Sorry,” you said as you wiped at your eyes, “it just hit me,” “Nothing to apologise for babe, I told you to let it out. Do you feel better?” “A bit, yeah,” “Here, brought you something,” he handed you a glass of water and a plate of food, everything from the dinner you’d been unable to eat, put aside especially for you, “wanted to make sure you ate something and drank some water before you slept,” You nodded already biting into a warm potato. “What d’you want to watch?” “Don’t care, as long as I don’t have to think.” He picked an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine at random. You’d both seen it before so it wouldn’t matter if you fell asleep while it played but it was funny enough to keep you entertained as your brain and body relaxed. After you’d finished eating Ben offered you a row from a block of chocolate claiming it’d help your body balance itself and feel more normal. You didn’t know if that was true but you ate it regardless. Finally he was ready to let you settle down. He got up to turn the light off as you packed away the laptop and once again snuggled down under the covers. You hissed slightly as he slid in behind you, coming into contact with your bum. “Shit, I’m sorry babe, should have got a cold compress on that earlier,” “‘s alright. Do it tomorrow, it’ll be fine.” your eyes were much too heavy to be worried about how you’d bruise. Ben agreed, pulling you against his chest carefully. “I love you Y/N, so much,” he said softly as he leaned his head against your neck. You were already asleep.

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #borhap cast smut #borhap cast imagine #rami malek x reader #lucy boynton x reader #joe mazzello x reader #gwilym lee x reader #my writing #(it took a little longer than 10 mins to get up #cause i had some problems with formatting #but its here #its long (maybe too long lmao)#its filthy #god how did i get here?

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