#u cant see it but hes got his legs spread nicely and is all wet so yes how shall we ruin him <3

[endenope]

what shall we do to him? 😌🔥

[shoyoist]

now that i've read your sub julien fic i need a lil thirst for him to DOMINATE u in bed

I like to imagine him fuckin u in front of the mirror all messy <3 sorry but i cant act normal after his spread came out i love himm

──── 𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐊𝐄𝐘 : julien loki

content: gn!reader, dom julien + mirror sex, lots of praise and sweet talk, multiple orgasms, mind-break(?) a few generic french terms of affection. a/n: literally never passing up a chance to write for a dark-skinned poc lmaoo thank you for sending this in nonnie!

sometimes, you think julien is so fucking agonizing. but in the best way — if that makes sense.

he's got those gentle eyes, that low-voiced hum, those firm hands. all the right words and all the best moves. he hypnotizes you so easily, like he's a magician and you're a pretty little pet he's picked out from his audience.

he could bite right into you, and you wouldn't even know it. because he'd be murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin the entire time, and the tone of his voice is enough to tip you into a daze — you'd let him do anything he wanted.

like you're doing right now.

julien has one hand wrapped around your throat, like a pretty bow-tie that's just a little too tight. his other hand squeezes at your chest, holding your body pressed firmly to his, coaxing little whines out of you with feather-light, teasing brushes of his fingertips at your sensitive nipples. you're sat in his lap, bouncing like a bobble-headed doll while he fucks up into you.

"look, chéri," he nods to the full length mirror propped up by the bed, facing your bodies. he holds your throat a little tighter, kissing the side of your neck gently as he groans with you. "lovely."

you know he doesn't even mind if you don't look, knowing that by this point you're too high on the pleasure he's giving you to respond properly — but your eyes flit to the reflection waiting before you anyway, as obedient as ever for him.

julien sits at the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your legs spread nice and wide so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your messy hole. both your bodies glow with a sheen of sweat, and if you look close enough, you can see tear streaks lining your face. "j—julien," you whine. "'m close. getting close."

"yeah? gonna cum for me again?" he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to your neck. "so easy tonight."

he says that, but that's only because he's gentle with his words. magician's silver tongue. the way he's fucking you has you out of your mind — he's the one that's got you ragdoll-limp in his arms, and he's teasing you, calling you easy. "mh— julien."

your moan is sweet, but julien doesn't sound impressed when he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "ah, shhh. use your words, love."

the pace of his cock in and out of you doesn't relent, and you're only able to let out another moan in response. his hand slips down from your chest to the space between your legs anyway, touching you just the way you like it.

"hhn, please. nearly there." you let out, and his fingers press just slightly harder, pushing you to the edge immediately. he'd tell you to hold the orgasm and wait till he allows you to cum, but he knows you're past that point. there's no playing with you anymore, fucked out and dumb on his cock.

so he pulls the high out of you like a man at a magic show with a top hat and a wand, letting go of your throat so he can press at your chest and whisper in your ear to breathe deeper and slower, knowing the orgasm lasts so much longer when you're relaxed and dozey. "there you go, mon trésor... so good for me."

his voice comes out just slightly cracked, feeling you flutter around him, tight and warm and wet. you're really so damn good.

"you can take some more, can't you?" he hums, finally bringing his hand back up, cupping your face and turning your lips to him for a kiss. "make me feel good?"

"mmm," you nod, and julien knows you're doing it mindlessly. he sees the tears in your eyes, the blank look in them. he lets out a little laugh, grabbing your hips to adjust your body. he knows you're all his for the taking. as long as he keeps giving you kisses and talking to you sweetly, you'd let him do anything.

"alright, baby." he feels his cock twitch within you, ready to empty another load inside. his grip on your body tightens once more, turning you towards the mirror. "eye-contact with yourself while i fuck you, now. good."

[heeliopheelia]

Gojo's the type to kiss up and down your neck until you cant stop yourself from moaning, i need those fingers inside of me, he’d use them so well, teasing up and down your body until he reaches your clit, he’d rub it softly yet with just enough pressure to drive you fucking crazy, but when you try to squirm he’d use his strong hands to hold you down, he loves to watch u go fucking crazy while he does whatever he wants with your body because he knows you’d give it all up to him, then he’d look at u in your eyes while he eats your pussy so delicately, he’d use his tongue and those soft lips of his so well as he holds your legs in place otherwise you’d go insane, and every time u get closer and closer to orgasming he’d stop and just stare at u. He’d ask u to beg him to keep going and of course u listen to him because he’s fucking GOJO SATORU. Once he’s satisfied with your responses and sexual torture he’d unveal his dick, his legs and body are so lanky but he has a fucking third leg of a cock, 9.1762 inches long, uncut (he got circumcised but RCT’d his foreskin back once he was 19 because sex feels better with it), it’s a pale pink and so pretty, the most beautiful dick you’ve ever seen. He brushes it along your clit with a light pressure but bc you’ve been teased for so long that alone makes u squirm and cry for his cock. He forcefully shoves it in and u can take it bc your pussy is already dripping wet. He moans when it enters bc he’s so big and you feel so tight, he’d wrap his big hand and fingers around your throat and give u soft and smooth strokes, occasionally watching his dick go in and out of your pussy, the cream building up on his dick more and more with every movement. He loves watching ur face while he fucks you nice and slow, then starts speeding up, back and forth over and over. He then flips you over because he loves watching your ass bounce on his dick, and would spread your cheeks open so he can see that asshole as he slides his cock inside of you again. He starts fucking u faster and faster and you ascend to another universe and he tells u to keep begging him for it or else he’ll stop. You keep yelling his name saying please daddy give me more and he has a fucking evil smile on his face as he makes u his bitch. He grabs your hips and shoves his cock so far inside of you that it almost hurts but it feels TOO fucking good to hurt. as he gets closer to cumming he starts panting and moaning more and more and that’s how u know he’s close, he flips u over again and takes a short break to suck on your neck and your tits, looking up at u while he fondles your chest with his huge hands, then starts fucking u again. By this point you’ve already came 6 times but he won’t fucking stop. Eventually he finally nuts the fattest load inside of your pussy, moaning the sexiest moan any human being could ever produce, and tells u to stay in place bc he likes to watch his cum drip out of your pussy because he’s a fucking freak, and teases u all night about the way u beg for his dick in the moment.

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🧎

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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[spikesbimbo]

Ok i know you love sachirou 🥺 but imagine being sandwhiched between both hirugamis 🤤 tall giant men that just tower over you 🤤🤤

summary: your boyfriend lets his little brother fuck you for his birthday

pairing: hirugami brothers x f!reader

cw: threesome, oral sex, peeping/voyeurism, all holes fucked, daddy kink, squirting, anal sex, cum eating, creampie

wc: 2.3k

a/n: Happy birthday to my baby boy!!! < 3

When he spent the night at his brothers, he said it was just because his house was too far away, just wanting to sleep there. But in reality you were to only thing he wanted to see after a long day, hearing your sweet moans crying out daddy while his brother was fucking you affected him way more than it should have, fisting his cock at the thought of you calling him that too.

Even when he was home he couldn't get you out of his mind, porn not working anymore, just the thought of you bouncing on his cock was enough to make him cum.

And in the morning when you walked downstairs making breakfast, greeting him in little clothing, just his brother's jersey. The  “2”  being bold as ever, a somewhat claim on you, seeing you just in your panties as far as he could tell.  And you didn't mind, stating that you were family now after all, right?

But what he didn't know was his brother noticed how he acted around you, when you gave him a good morning hug or a goodbye one, he noticed how stiff he got, a light  blush rushing to his face. Furoko noticed the way his brother would stare at you, eyeing up your pretty body, but he surprisingly didn't mind. Getting a kick out of the fact that you had him swooning just from being in your presence.

He loved showing his pretty girl off, loving the way men would stare at you while you clung onto his arm, you short little skirt blowing in the wind, giving them a sneak peak of what was his. He also caught his little brother gripping his cock to you, knowing that you were the cause after you shoved him into your arms, thinking that he was fukuro, your chest being shoved in his face while squeezing him tightly.

You just laughed when you realized that it wasn't him, giggling out “You two look so much alike... but daddys bigger, and I couldn't feel his scruff.” Slowly letting go as you skipped into your boyfriend's arms with a fat innocent smile. Did he just hear you right, daddy? Was that a slip up or did you not care, he looked up at his brother also not reacting to it other than giving you a kiss. 

You left him there going to ‘take a shower’ as you said, not knowing what you did to him, or did you?

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His birthday dinner was going great until his parents brought up the fact that you and fukuro were so good together, jealousy festering inside of him but pushing it to the back of his head. Knowing he was acting immature.

But he couldn't help but  hink how you always get left home alone, waiting for him to come back from his job, thinking that he wouldn't treat you like that. Knowing that he’d give you all the attention you needed, fucking you when and wherever you wanted. Not realizing your boyfriend did the same, coming home in the middle of the night after practice then fucking you back to sleep.

Again he crashes at your place, going to his room adjacent to yours after you gave him another goodnight hug. Just in your tank top and little shorts, hugging you back and he felt your soft tits squeeze up against him. 

Fuck.

He can't sleep, not with your angelic moans distracting him as his brother plows into you, not even trying to hide it, The bed creaking loud as ever, while your voice gets higher and higher. He gets up eventually, going to the kitchen to get some water, but stops walking once he sees the door left slightly open, your bare pussy on display for him.

He leans against the wall, watching as you get your body felt up, tits being squeezed perfectly in his big hands. And he can't help but lean his back against the wall and stroke himself through the fabric of his briefs, the need to please himself greater than the need to sleep, doing anything to see your body again.

He finds himself watching the stroke of his hands on you as you whimper for him to fuck you already, his grip stiff as he pulls his briefs down, freeing his cock as he starts getting off to the thought of you and your pretty body. He’s so caught up in his own world that he doesn’t notice until your moans have stopped and fukuro had joined his hiding, until he jumps hearing his brother speak behind him.

“I could say this wasn't expected.” fukuro grinned, a hint of possessiveness in his voice as he locked eyes with him, resting his arm on his shoulder. “But i'd be lying.”

“She sounded so nice, didn't she?” kuro muttered, his tongue licking his lips as he looked back at you, hiro following his gaze. Their eyes grazing you with your ass spread in the air, clinging on the pillow with fat tears dried on your cheeks, not being able to control movements as you back up, arching more.

Hiro turns his head back and stares at his brother, disbelief coloring his features because is fukuro expecting them to have a conversation about how hot you sound while he was getting off to the thought of you, while his hand was still holding his hard cock.

He drags hiro into the room before he can say anything, almost throwing him onto you. His face landing next to your tits, nipples hard and wet, so inviting as he freezes pulling himself up closer to you. Fukuro sets himself behind you as he slips a hand into his own pants while grabbing your cunt with his whole hand, slick slipping between his fingers.

 He has no shame, if any less than hiro, he’s just being a good older brother is his mind and just kisses your forehead when you give him those eyes.“You two though...,” you feel your cheeks grow hotter as you get even more wetter under the pressure of their stares.“ I don’t mind sharing if it gets you like this baby” 

Hiro’s movement stutters as your hand reaches out to grab his neck, fingernails dragged across his collarbone. “Don't tell me you're a virgin” Fukuro said, as your eyes grew needier with every second, not wanting his baby to feel teased anymore tonight.

 “What! No, it's just that...” He couldn't express how he never thought this day would come, his puppy crush on you turning into reality for one night as your bare body laid underneath him, needy little hole begging to be fucked.

He looks at you, his cock growing harder as he leans up into your ear, wrapping his arm around you resting his hand on your tummy. “You okay with this baby? I don't wanna do anything you wouldn't like even if it is hot, not gonna lie, but...” He waits for you to respond, inviting you to get fucked by both of them and you eventually respond by grinding on hiro’s cock, moaning like you were in heat.

Mumbling out your consent while Hiro’s still in awe, just nodding as you continue you wrap your pussy against his length. “yeah” you whimpered out, faintly smiling as your hazy eyes grew darker while you opened your legs further. “I can give the birthday boy what he wants.”

“Fuck you're so wet” kuro said reaching around spreading your folds open, dripping onto the sheets beneath you. “You like being shared, huh?” he teased, gazing at the sight below him, moving his thumb down to rub your throbbing clit, so swollen and needy.

“You gonna let him fuck that sloppy little cunt baby, hmm?” You quickly nodded, trying to fuck yourself on him, getting impatient as kuro laughed at you for being such and needy baby.

Your breath is held as he lines himself up with you, catching on his name while his eyes meet your, staring almost into you. Still looking dumbfounded as he rocks his hips up into you, your wetness sucking him in while your croaky voices whines out.

“Fuck y/n. Jesus christ, you gotta loosen up, okay?” he groaned out, his cock never feeling so suffocated in his life while kuro was wondering why he did a 180. The way you cant even respond, being limp in their arms is proof enough that he’s doing a good job. Never caring about anyone before, just using them to get off if anything.

He bottoms out, resting for a minute before deciding that he had to get you comfortable manually. His hand wandering up from your thighs to your pretty tits that he's been wanting to hold for so long, so soft, so jealous that his brother gets to sleep on them every night as he flicks your nipples making you squeal.

He still holds that one, never wanting to let go while he lets spit fall onto your tiny little hole swallowing him up, acting as lube as his other hand moves up to your clit, gently rubbing it in circles with his thumb. Loving the way you were falling apart on him right now as he could finally start thrusting into you, not being able to take his time after easing into you.

 “Can I u fuck your ass baby” kuro said into your ear, his finger replacing hiro’s as you were quickly getting rocked back and forth.

 “Y-yeah, please daddy, hurry up, ple-” You mumbled out, words getting choked out as his thrust knocked the air out of you. Kuro kissed the top of your head before grabbing the lube on the dresser, putting an obscene amount, that was needed, onto his fingers. Stretching you out before sliding his cock into, mouth left open at the movement, always feeling like a virgin with him.

 “Shh…. we got you baby, don’t we?” he said looking up at his younger brother who was again in his own world. Pinching your nipple as he was watching you cream all over his cock, swearing that he's never seen something so entrancing in his life. Fucking into you harder and harder, trying to make you see stars as your cried out his name over and over again, just how he dreamed of.

 “Daddy!” you cried digging your nails into hiro’s chest, his cock almost stretching you out as much as your boyfriends, ramming into your cervix with each thrust like he was trying to prove a point.

 “I feel betrayed baby, he fuckin you that good? Kuro chuckled out, holding back a groan as your tight little ass clenched around him. He looked down at your tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. Never feeling this full in your life, both your greedy holes being fucked at the same time, only one being left as he read your mind, shoving his fingers down your throat, making you gag, so pretty.

“m-m’gonna make a mess.” You cried, his dripping wet fingers leaving your lips as your mouth stayed open, drool escaping down your lips onto your chest, running down your nipples. Looking like a blessing before his eyes.

“You are? Show him what you can do baby.” he said bringing his fingers back up to your clit rubbing harsher, wanting to show you off.

“Lemme cum- please-”

His mind racing with what his brothers done to you to have you begging like this, asking permission to cum. He responds quickly, it being the only thing on his mind since he’s first saw you. “Yeah love, cum just like this,” He grunted out, sweat falling onto you as you gripped onto his arms. “Cum round my cock baby c’mon.”

Your back arches in a quiet, mouth opening scream as your orgasm hits, vision going white while hiro speeds up, getting rougher as he seeks his own release. Your cum getting everywhere, making his abdomen and kuro thighs a soaking mess. He lets out a “fuck” as he brings it up to his mouth with his free hand, sucking on his digits, tasting heavenly.

“You gonna take his cum like a good girl? Kuro’s warm breath mouthed out in your ear as you clung onto him now, back still arched, spread so pretty for him. His thrusts making you jiggle in this position now, the sight of your thighs and tits bouncing sending him into overdrive.

“Yeah” you shook your head nodding into his shoulder, wanting to be even more stuffed full. “That’s my girl”

You shake as he continues to abuse your aching cunt. Kuro gripping your hips, curses leaving his lips along with him warning his brother. “don’t knock her up hiro, that’s my job.” Your tears crying out so weakly until his hips stutter and stop thrusting completely, shallow pushing himself deeper into you as you milk his orgasm for all it’s worth finally letting you go limp.

You collapse in their arms after he pulled out, hiro resting his weight on your chest, you already half in your dream world, dozing off. His eyes about to close too until kuro pushed him off, complaining that he was too heavy and that his baby needed beauty rest.

“Go shower and sleep” he uttered out.

He took one last look at your fucked out body laying in him, before walking out of the room. The thoughts of you still plaguing his mind, knowing that nothing would ever top this, this was his best birthday yet.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 17]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, intercrural sex, lots ‘o teasing, dirty talk/the absolute tiniest bit of degradation, some cum play/cum eating, seungcheol having a kink for thighs/thigh highs 😳😗 welcome to the weekend my bbys!! I hope yall are having a good day/night!! Also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow(also an updates post)!! 💕 Might be a regular thing for the next 4-ish weeks ‘cause I have been so busy this month 😭 and I can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters of CB left!! 😭😭 some bangers on the way tho LMAO 🤣 As always, thank you so much for the love and support!!💕💕 Have a great rest of your weekend and enjoy ch 17![cheol voice] seventeen right here 😌💕🍒 

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Seungcheol doubles over in laughter, tears blurring his vision as his laughs turn into quiet wheezes.

“God, this is so embarrassing.” Seokmin mutters; cheeks burning crimson when he glances over to Jeongguk who shrugs back. “Maybe I really should quit…”

Jeongguk scoffs jokingly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied. No offense, but all the staff here probably have at least seen her before and you just so happened to lie to her actual boyfriend. That’s honestly really lucky if you ask me! You should buy a lotto ticket!” Seokmin whines back, shifting on his heels as he watches Seungcheol start to wipe the tears away.

“Hyung, can you please take this Edible Arrangements I got you so I can go ask Namjoon-hyung to fire me?” This only causes Seungcheol to laugh harder and this time, Jeongguk can’t help the giggle that bubbles past his tightly pursed lips.

“Please!” Seokmin begs, shaking the basket of skewered fruit at the older male. “I heard the diner across down is still hiring, I can still save the rest of my dignity if I leave now!”

Seungcheol shakes his head, eyelashes wet with tears when he takes the gift from Seokmin’s hands to place it on the countertop of the concession stand. “Hate to break it to you but she works there and one of the staff is also one of her regulars so I think your best bet is workin’ here. Embarrassment and all.”

“So, okay… But you’re not mad?”

Jeongguk peels the cellophane off of the basketed fruit, looking to Seungcheol for permission before he takes a skewer. “Go ahead. And no, I’m not mad. If anything I should apologize too, I shouldn’t have let you keep lying when I already knew. But also, to be fair, we weren’t really… official ‘til recently.” Seungcheol shoots the younger male a sheepish smile; cheeks a pretty pink of their own. “And it’s kinda been nice meeting you guys too. It’s great to know you’re not all weirdos.”

Seokmin laughs lightly, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool, ‘cause this place pays really well and I’d hate to stop working here and you guys are a lot cooler than the coworkers I had before.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, leaning up against the countertop as he picks off a strawberry from the basket.

“Don’t even get me started on this coworker I had at the last place. His name was Mingyu, I think? Suuuuuch a kissass. I had to move to manning the register at all times just so I could avoid him pickin’ his nose in the backroom and then pretending like he was doin’ shit.”

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

Seokmin’s inquisitive voice has Seungcheol turning; setting the rollerskates in his hand down onto the bench. “Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re, like, watching your girlfriend?” He tilts his head in thought, eyes blinking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to overstep or something if it’s weird, y’know? I’ve been thinking about what Jeongguk said earlier...”

Seungcheol grins back at him, eyes twinking. He’d also thought about that before too, when he first found out that Jeongguk had also watched your streams.

“I don’t really mind ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you watching me fucking my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad he took it… well?” You giggle, tugging the white thigh high up your leg.

Seungcheol pulls off his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed; tossing the wrinkled material onto the floor as he laughs under his breath.

“He did give me an Edible Arrangements while I laughed so hard I cried. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

xcaliburDK: good news, i didnt quit!!

chwenon: i was gonna say

chwenon: u literally started like last week

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

therealchan99: u look rly pretty in ur white set!!!

“Aww, thank you! It’s one of my favorites~ And ‘xcaliburDK’, I’m glad you didn’t quit!” You wink at the camera, giggling softly in Seungcheol’s lap as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

A shiver runs up your spine at his gentle touches and you easily melt under his soft kisses and roaming fingertips. He ghosts them across your breasts, teasing you through the thin lace as you mewl and squirm against his cock that’s pressed firm against your ass. “A-ah, S--Seungcheol…”

tangerine_kwan: she looks so happy now that she can call ur name out lol

alphagyu97: now i cant pretend its me tho

gentleman_josh95: i mean i guess but are u even built like him

alphagyu97: well

Your body slowly starts to fill with warmth; soft stuttered breaths falling from your lips when he drags his fingers down your torso until they play with the hem of your panties. “M-more… tease me m-more…” He grins against your shoulder; hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties and tugging it away from you before letting it snap against your skin.

“‘Cheol!” Whining, your legs snap shut on impulse as you feel a gush of wetness soaking into your panties.

“Ah, ah, ah, part those legs, princess. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

kitty_junjun: no thats what the shibari stream is for right? Right? 😩

artist8hao: is that really happening bc i want to see it

alphagyu97: u guys should do it and think of it as like a rebrand of the channel ykwim

hoshi_tiger_xx: jdfkjhf like a grand re-opening under new management

therealchan99: what is this, a restaurant?

chwenon: u guys should come up with a new channel name too or sth

Seungcheol manages to read off a few of their comments; committing some to memory knowing that your eyes were still sealed shut as you focused on his soft touches.

He drags his fingers down further, humming when he can already feel how wet you were getting. “Hmm~ Already soaked through your pretty panties, baby~” Your head rolls back against his shoulder, nodding gently as you start to grind against the fingers that he uses to press into your clothed, wet folds.

“F-feels good w-when you, ah, t-tease me…”

Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol smirks, eyes twinkling at the camera. “You really like it, huh? When I just touch you gently like this. Not enough to get you off but just enough to get you soaking wet until you’re begging for my cock.” He pauses; pressing a soft kiss to your skin. “I wanna try something with you, pretty baby~”

You gulp as you raise your head from his shoulder and he retracts his hands from your body as you shift your body and slightly turn to the side to face him.

Seungcheol’s eyes are blown wide with lust and you can already feel his cock throbbing against your lower back as he smiles dreamily at you.

“I think you’ll like it too.”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips as Seungcheol’s cock slides past your tightly clasped, yet shaky, thighs.

“O-oh, ‘Cheol, this--this is…” The words die on your tongue as your head falls forward and Seungcheol is quick to reprimand you, just as he draws his hips back.

“Baby, I want you to watch yourself on the screen. I want you to see your cute face while I tease your pretty body.” He moans; thrusting between your wet thighs as your hazy eyes peer at the laptop’s screen. Your lips are swollen and your pupils are blown wide when you catch yourself and you can see the head of Seungcheol’s cock only just breaching past your clamped thighs when he thrusts forward.

You let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he alternates between thrusting between your thighs and letting his cock slide against your soaked, panty-clad mound. 

He hadn’t bothered to undress you at all, but you didn’t mind. The material of your panties only added onto the pleasure with every drag of his cock against you.  

Seungcheol teases you even more; dragging his hands down to your thigh highs and letting his fingertips play right underneath the hems before pulling the material away from your thighs and letting them snap against your skin, much like he’d done with your panties.

“Ah, fuck, m-more! P-please…” He repeats the action a few more times, playing with the sheer fabric of your thigh highs before he draws his hips back. Except this time, when you expect him to thrust back between your legs, he wraps a hand around his cock instead, guiding himself until the head of his cock is rubbing up against the sheer fabric.

“Fuck, you’d look so pretty with cum all over your pretty thighs. I should cum all over your panties and your white ‘lil thigh highs and get them all soaked. Don’t you think they’d be cute? Sticking to you like a second skin? Translucent ‘n soaked through with my cum?” He laughs under his breath, watching through the laptop screen at the way you bite your lip and furrow your brows at the thought.

“I--I want t-that… I want S--Seungcheol t-to make, ngh, a m-mess…”

angelhan: i kno we say this all the time but can u upload some pics of that later

angelhan has donated $75

universe_WZ: seconded cuz thatd look so fuckin hot

universe_WZ has donated $50

alphagyu97 has donated $75

alphagyu97: fuck, like a lil angel covered in cum

Seungcheol teases you and himself at the same time; rubbing his cock against your fabric-clad thighs. He spreads precum onto the material, licking his lips when it already becomes translucent and sticks to your skin.

He positions his cock back between your thighs once he’s had his fill and quickly finds himself doubling his pace when he sees how wet you’re getting his cock without even having taken your panties off. “God, look at you. I don’t even need to fuck you to get you this wet. You just need to rub your ‘lil cunt against my cock and it’s enough for you, huh? I should make you sit on my lap, rub your pretty ‘lil pussy on my cock ‘til you’re cumming over and over again.”

“Ngh, yes! Fuck, Seungcheol! I--I can feel your c-cock throbbing between my l-legs… Please, please c-cum, mmh, all over my s-skin…”

“That’s right, baby. So fuckin’ desperate to be covered in it too. And always so fuckin’ pretty when you are.”

You let out a whimper as you try to focus on watching yourself just like Seungcheol had asked you to. Your lips are parted in soft breaths and you can’t seem to unfurrow your brows as Seungcheol chases his pleasure behind you.

angelhan: what if

angelhan: seungcheol in thigh highs lmao

universe_WZ: sub.cheol

sleepy_wonu: sub.cheol

universe_WZ: jinx

sleepy_wonu: fuck u 

You lick your lips at the thought; although you knew Seungcheol would have a hard time relinquishing his dominating nature.

But your mind wanders as you continue to think about it; various images of Seungcheol tied up underneath you while you fucked yourself on his cock running through your mind. You let out a shaky moan, to which Seungcheol hums.

“What are you thinkin’ about, princess?”

“Um… ah, n-nothing…” He thrusts between your legs hard, making you jolt forward as you yelp.

“Princess...”

“I--ah! J-just thinking a-about… y-you tied up, ngh, to--to the bed and m-me fuh--fucking myself on your c-cock… ‘n me u-using, mmh, my toys o-on you...” Seungcheol smirks, pulling his cock from between your shaky thighs as he slightly pushes you over until you're on your back.

He spreads your legs as you look up at him and he’s quick to wrap a hand around his cock as he jerks himself off above you. “Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be so cute trying to be the domme for a night.” Seungcheol teases.

You find yourself clenching around emptiness as you think of the possibilities. You definitely wanted to try it if Seungcheol was willing.

“Fuck, but first, gonna cover your pretty body with my cum.” He groans; thrusting up into his palm as he chases his high.

“C-cum all over me, Seungcheol…”

The donations and comments sound off in the back as you maintain eye contact with Seungcheol who’s brows furrow when he starts to feel himself about to cum. He scoots back a little; growling when his cock throbs in his grasp and he cums all over your, already, soaked panties.

You let out a moan when rivulets of cum hit your lower abdomen and you’re quick to reach down and scoop some up to bring to your mouth, smearing the warm substance against your puckered lips before licking it off. Whimpering, you dip your fingers into your mouth; this time pretending they were Seungcheol’s instead of your own.

He guides his cock until the head is aimed at your thighs; streaks of cum settling into the sheer material of your thigh highs. “God, you’re so damn pretty...” Groaning, he milks his cock for every drop of cum before he’s stopping to catch his breath.

“You came so much but I didn’t cum yet, ‘Cheol~” Pouting, you turn your head to the side to face the camera. “Tell him he has to make me cum now~”

kitty_junjun: well u heard the lady!!

hoshi_tiger_xx: make her cum and let her cream her cute lil panties even more

therealchan99: oh fuck yeah, get her off without fucking her cute cunt

Seungcheol leans over your body until the two of you are almost face to face, eyes twinkling with playfulness when you feel his sticky hand playing with your thigh highs again.

“D’you hear that? Let’s give them what they want, baby.”

The sounds of donations and comments once again get lost as Seungcheol finds himself on his knees between your legs.

“Ready?”

When you slide into bed after your camshow’s ended and Seungcheol has properly taken care of you, he’s quick to tug you into his chest. 

The two of you let out soft sighs at the warmth that envelopes you both as you finally start to settle in for the night.

After a few minutes, Seungcheol clears his throat, catching you just before you drift off to sleep.

“This is so random but have you considered, I dunno, rebranding your channel… with me? I was thinking about it and kinda wanted your opinion...”

You blink up curiously at him, urging him to continue. “I mean, yeah, of course! I don’t really know where to start though since it’s always just been me. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to either so I never brought it up.” You snuggle into his warmth, yawning as the sleep threatens to take over.

“But let’s talk about it later, ‘cause ‘m tired now, ‘Cheol. You really didn’t have to make me cum twice…” You mumble, “I can still feel my legs shaking...”

His soft laugh reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to press a kiss against your hair as he tugs you in closer.

“It’s ‘cause I like to spoil you. And okay. I’ll remind you when you’re more conscious.”

“G’night, ‘Cheol...”

“Goodnight, baby.” 

[brelione]

Consideration (JJ X Reader X John.B)

Warnings:Voyeurism, choking, fingering, masturbation, John.B

@batcat46​ is back at being the official John.B whore but this time add a little ✨JJ✨

“Please John B at least consider it!” JJ pleaded as he got off the boat as he went fishing with John B, “JJ cmon you know how weird it is youre basically begging to fuck my girl right now?” “Cmon dont think of it like that, it'd be once, Unless she liked it'' JJ smirked.

 John B stopped in his tracks, slowly turning first his head then the rest of his body following  “You did not just say that, JJ. Im gonna fuck you up” He spoke loudly as he quickly brought JJ closer, face to face. JJ wiggled out of his arms and laughed as he ran away with the day's catch in a cooler in his hand up to the house, leaving John B to tie up the boat. 

John B starts to consider, would (Y/N) actually be into that? Now John B was a very protective and jealous significant other. The more he thought about it the more he considered letting JJ hook up w (Y/N). He tied the knot deeply thinking. John B knew one thing, there were gonna be rules, and they were gonna be strict. 

John b walked into the house coming up behind JJ and flicked him upside the head. JJ immediately swatted his hand away. “Fine, you can, but i'm gonna have rules and they will be strict. She cant moan your name, You gotta use a condom, i have to watch, You have to make her finish, She isn't allowed to suck your dick, and you can't eat her out, If i want it to stop all of it will.” John B stated each as he put a finger up counting them one by one. 

Flicking JJ in the back of the head again as he walked away. JJ looked bewildered as this is the last thing he expected John B to agree to. (Y/N) was his pride and joy. As if on queue you walked through the door, holding a few bags containing groceries. 

You walked up to the counter, placing the bags down. Although you were the only reason there was space too, you kept this place afloat.  You walked over to John B standing up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek lightly. Smiling at JJ brightly, you noticed he blushed; he doesn't usually do that.

 “So...do you remember when you used to like JJ?”John B asked, surprising you. He was more of the possessive type, did not like talking about past relationships because it didn't even matter now that you were his.

 You glanced over to JJ, seeing a cocky smirk on his face. “Yeah, used too. ”You shrugged, hoping your voice didn't sound strange. You would never admit it but you could still easily have a thing for JJ. Something about the blonde troublemaker stirred something inside of you.

 “Right…so how would you feel about something new?” John B asked, not really adding too much detail. “And you don't have to say yes.” JJ chimed in, wanting to feel included. “But it would be nice if you did.”He spoke, looking back over to John B, the brunette already glaring at him.

 “What the fuck are you guys talking about?”You laughed, trying to ignore your speeding up heart rate, and the pit in your stomach .John.B grinned, looking over to JJ.It was like second grade again when JJ had sent John B to talk to a girl he liked at the time. 

“We were thinking about a deal.”JJ was tapping his fingers against the table, trying to control his excitement. “For the love of god-can you just explain what the hell you’re talking about!”You exclaimed, annoyed. “JJ wants to fuck you and I said he could.” John B blurted out, causing your eyes to widen.

 you would be lying if you said you had not got off to the idea countless times. Both the boys blushed, looking down.  You could see JJ hit the back of John B’s forearm like he was asking to to retrieve and answer. “Baby this isn't like you, what in the world let you agree to this.” John B looked up and simply replied “I wanted to watch.”  You bewildered reconsidered the idea. 

“You know, okay” you smiled at JJ and JOhn B coughed to cover his scoff. JJ looked at John B asking to touch you with his eyes. John B hesitantly nodded. JJ swiftly moved past him and put one hand on your face and looked you in the eyes as content. 

When you blinked twice signaling a yes, he kissed you, so rough and full of pure lust you didn't know what else to do but kiss him back. He tongue slipped into your mouth swiping across yours. Your hands went to his hair,as he picked you up, setting you on the counter. 

One hand resting on your high thigh on your hip. John B cleared his throat, a rock hard growing in his pants thinking about how he could do this to you x10. There were so many things JJ wanted to do to you in this moment.He had thought about it countless times. He would destroy you in every way possible if John B wouldn't be watching. 

He wanted to know every kink you had, everything you liked and didn’t like and overall just wanted to make you feel better than John B ever had. He knew he could too, dragging sloppy kisses down your neck. John B went to the corner of the room a large mount in his shorts.

 “I'm gonna take good care of you, princess.”JJ pressed a kiss to your lips before throwing you over his shoulder and setting you down on the bed, getting on top of you. He removed your top, and as you weren't wearing a bra he just admired, but quickly moved to your bottoms. 

Once you were fully stripped he started from your jaw sucking light hickies so John B wouldn't kill him. Working his way down your neck, breasts, stomach and right around where you wanted him most. Up and down your inner thigh. Right next to your heart he sucked hickies in the shape of two j’s just so you would know tonight you belonged to him. 

John B sat in the bean bag chair in the corner of your shared room, under the window. His hips slowly moving around as if feeling the air for friction. JJ got down to your panties, the sea through black flowery lace making his cock pulse harder. He finally got this, he finally got to make you feel good. 

The endless dreams he had of everything he could've done to you. He looked you in the eyes, you looking over to John B, whose eyes were dark with lust. You noticed his unbuttoned shorts and the veins in his next pulsing. His hands clenched as if he was waiting for you two to start. 

He slowly nodded signally a yes and you turned back to JJ nodding slowly. He slowly dragged them down your legs. Hands running up and down your thighs he spread your legs, looking up at you again you looked over at John B whose shorts where next to him  his rock hard cock standing in his boxers begging to be touched looked up and stated lowly “you make the calls as long as you follow my rules.” 

You looked back at JJ who leaned over you bringing his fingers to your mouth. You coated them with your saliva as he bent back down; he pushed them both inside you. You automatically gasped as you weren't sued to how rough he was. Sure John B was rough but JJ just had this need for him. 

He needed to make you feel good at his own hand, you could feel it radiating off of him. You could hear how wet you were as he rapidly plunged his fingers inside of you, curly them as he did. You could feel the knot in your stomach building, you squirmed.

 “Cmon princess don’t stay quiet now” JJ coaxed you on. You had to hold back his name shrieking John B’s instead. John  B grunted in response. You quickly looked over to see him holding his length pumping it slowly.  JJ stopped when he could tell you were getting close. 

You felt his fingers pull out, leaving you feeling slightly empty. He stood up dropping his boxers rolling a condom on. You immediately blushed, looking over a john B still slowly pumping. “Don't do it if you don't want to love.” you looked back to JJ smiling, he got closer letting his tip slip between your folds, you gasped.  

Not used to the feeling, it started to hurt the pressure becoming too much too fast “JJ, JJ stop i need a second.” he immediately stopped his face expressing concern. Had he just ruined his one chance, what was he doing wrong? “It was just too fast to ease into it please” JJ’s eyes softened he immediately slowed down inched in and out till you gave him the go.

 You opened your eyes as it started to feel better, you clenched and he let out a low growl. He started going faster and harder. He wanted to make you feel good. You struggled to open your eyes to look over to john b who you had never seen pumping his cock harder. 

He stiffly opened his mouth as you could see the red tip from across the room. He let out puffs of air you could tell he was getting closer, his moans in sync with JJ’s. you snapped back to jj as the pit was forming again in your stomach. His hand went to your throat, you reached up and squeezed his wrist twice as okay. 

He gripped your throat so hard it brought you to the verge of your climax. The sound of John B about to cum all over himself brought you over. You screamed with pleasure as you came all over JJ's members.

 JJ was next to cum pulling out and heading to the bathroom down the hall. John B stood up and walked over to you. You wrapped your hair around his dick quickly pumping adding your mouth in as she quickly spurted the hit liquid down the back of your throat humming as he did.

 JJ came back with shorts on, by that time John B had his back on also and you finished pulling on one of the boys’ hoodies, whose? That you weren't sure. JJ wrapped his hand around your waist and smiled “so when's that happening again.” John B brushed passed “I second that question.”

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[asphalt-cocktail]

For the Sake of Content- Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Live Music is Boring

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: Hi lil cuties! Back at it again with a new chapter for FSC. I know I said a new chapter was coming tomorrow, but I wanted to post it tonight because I can. Anyways, it’s starting to pick up from here on out! I’m hoping to build a lot of sexual tension over the next few chapters for what I have planned. Like always I really appreciate all of your lovely comments, likes, and reblogs! Seeing your interest is what helps motivate me to write! Also if you would like to be tagged please send me an ask, the comments get lost and then I feel bad when i cant find everyone :/

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, masturbation, sexual tension, some friendly banter between roger and reader, really corny dirty talk, it makes sense when you read it, not proof read, short chapter but don’t worry it gets better.

Word Count: 1.9k

18+ if you are a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing.

Roger sat in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal, dressed only in a tasseled vest and leather straight legged pants while you shuffled out in your old worn college sweatshirt and a pair of sleep shorts, “Are those my Golden Grahams?” You asked, stopping at the entrance of the kitchen.

Roger glanced up at you, his under eyes were always slightly droopy and puffy, a stark contrast to his surprisingly wide blue eyes that glared up at you, “Yeah, what about it.” He answered confidently.

“Stop eating my shit, I barely have enough money to support myself let alone you.” You said grabbing the box from the counter and shoving it into the cupboard that held your food.

Roger shrugged, loudly slurping up his spoonful of milk, “Maybe you should get a job then.” He leaned back in his chair “How do you even afford rent anyways?”

You froze, your back still facing Roger. For the last few weeks you had made a decent sum of money camming and selling photos, not that you would tell Roger of all people. “It’s none of your business.” You reminded him while you walked over and pulled out your leftovers from your dinner with Freddie and popped them into the microwave.

“How did you even meet Fred,” He asked suspicious that his friend, Freddie, would dare to have other friends.

You turned towards Roger and leaned against the counter, “College,” you answered pointedly, “We had a digital design class together and he liked the shirt I was wearing.” You answered, you might still have that shirt buried in your closet somewhere, “Where did you meet him?”

Roger continued eating your cereal, “We used to live together, went to different universities, but he needed a roommate.” You had been to Freddie’s home during college, but never met Roger. It was a nice place, but always a cluttered mess, “Now we run the shop and play together.” That’s right, Roger helped sell clothes at the second-hand store.

“What do you play? The guitar?” You scoffed momentarily, “God, I hope you can play something other than Wonderwall.” You joked.

A small smile graced Roger’s features, if you hadn’t had been looking you wouldn’t have seen it, “No, I’m a drummer.” He gave you a confident smirk, the kind that would have caused a girl’s knees to go weak, “But I do play guitar,” He quickly followed with.

You nodded your head, “Ah, a drummer,” You said pulling your food out from the microwave and stabbed your fork into the left-over chicken breast.

“You’ve never been to any of our shows, have you?” Roger pressed.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Nope,” you answered, popping the ‘p’ at the end of your short statement.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I don’t really like bar concerts I guess.”

Roger scoffed and made a skeptic face, “Where do you see concerts then? The back room of a coffee shop? Some of the best concerts I’ve been to have been in the back of shoddy bars.” He sounded defensive now.

“I just don’t get the point of concerts, I can listen to music on vinyl or Spotify so why should I go to a concert!” You answered back, just as defensive.

“I’m going to call Fred and tell him that you think our music is too boring to see live.” He said reaching for his phone.

You felt your blood run cold, Christ Fred would have your head on a stick if he heard you said that; which you didn’t. You lurched forward, gripping Roger’s wrist, “No!” You shouted, “Don’t call, Fred.” You struggled against his grip

Roger used his free hand to jab his finger into your side, causing you to squeal with laughter and jerk against him “Let go!” He couldn’t hide his own laughter.

You clutched his hand against your chest with your back to him “Promise you won’t tell Fred?” You said, not aware that your shorts had been pulled taut against you and hugged your skin while the crease between your ass and thigh threatened to pop from underneath them.

Roger swallowed thickly, maintaining eye contact with your upper thighs, “Promise you’ll come to our show tonight?” He asked, his voice sounded husky and sent an involuntary shudder through your body.

“Fine, I promise.” You said frowning and feeling your stomach clench at his tone. You quickly released his hand and turned to face him.

Roger’s pouty lips hung slightly ajar and his face was lightly dusted pink, you assumed it was from the struggle prior. “Promise.” He agreed, “But I’m going to tell Fred you’re going.” You groaned knowing Fred would want to doll you up for the occasion.

Thankfully you still had several hours before their 10pm show, so with plenty of time to kill you found yourself seated in front of your computer starting your live stream for the day.

You were dressed in a blue baby doll lingerie that had black lace trim, it was simple and not too revealing; just what you liked. Your colored lights lit up your room and the backdrop you had hung up disguised it for the sake of safety and the camera was perfectly positioned to only show your chest on down. By now you were regular professional.

The red light of your camera blinked and your computer screen loaded before you finally went live. Your regulars were alerted of your stream and soon people began to trickle in and soon your room was filled with a generous number of people. The tips flowed as you interacted with your regulars,

Tank3939 tipped you 50 tokens!

You smiled a sickeningly sweet smile “Thank you tank, you know these tips get me nice and wet.” You sensually said, rubbing your breasts and pushing them together. Tank was a regular, often generously tipping you, “If we reach 1,000 tokens in the next hour, I’ll let you watch me fuck myself on this fat cock.” You said holding up a decently sized dildo, you tried to ignore how much the fake sensuality in your tone caused you to cringe. The way you had to act in order to score tips was perhaps the most annoying part of the gig.

Bigboy64: shit baby how much I got to tip u to do that to me

Tank3939: beautiful sugar

Mojo_Man tipped you 1,000 tokens!

You stopped, doing a double take on at the little red mark on the screen, “Th… thank you, Mojo. I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” You gave the camera a wink, “Always nice to see that men know what women want.” You said leaning back and spreading your legs, quickly swiping your fingers through your wet folds and letting out a breathy moan.

The tip bell continued to ring, and your moans threatened to get louder before you stopped, a sultry laugh left your lips “I got to be careful guys, my roommate is in the room next door… wouldn’t want him to hear me,” You gave a naughty giggle, “Or would I?”

Mojo_Man tipped you 500 tokens!

Bigboy64: u ever fuck ur roommate?

Bigboy64: Id fuck u if u were mine

You couldn’t help but grin at the comment, “No, I couldn’t do it, don’t think he likes me very much.” You answered honestly. “Thank you again Mojo, I guess I better get started now that you’ve got me all warmed up. I’ll be right back.” You said, blocking the screen so you could get set up, suctioning the dildo onto the hardwood floor beneath you. You turned around, exposing your ass to the camera and twisted to take the little post-it-note off the camera, “Remember, that little bell makes my tight little pussy wet.” You said once your screen came back into focus.

You sighed, lowering yourself onto the thick cock and sat for a moment allowing it to generously stretch your walls. God, even this fake dick filled you better than Harrison ever could. You leaned forward, sticking your ass out and arching your back and rotated your hips around the dildo, whimpering as you did so.

You readjusted your legs, spreading wider and leaning further forward. Your cheeks spread and put your pussy on display for all 523 people in your live stream. You moaned, pistoning your hips on the plastic cock. Your wet pussy easily glided up and down while your hands reached forward, gripping onto your bed in front of you for balance. Your hips burned while pornographic moans left your lips and your ass bounced with your thrusts. The tip bell rang, one after another, ensuring that you would be able to not only pay rent, but also buy another box of golden grahams for yourself.

Once you finished you gave your signing of speech, “Thank you so much my lovelies!” You said slightly out of breath, “I had so much fun with you all tonight especially my biggest donor for the might Mojo_Man,” you moaned his username out and for good measure kneaded your breasts in your hand before you continued, “Remember to subscribe to my OnlyFans and Snapchat for more content on days I don’t stream! I’ll see you again next Sin Saturday!”

You leaned back against your bed after you sighed off and looked through your stats for the night, 2500 tokens tipped by this Mojo_man, wow he must have really liked your work. You scoffed a bit, poor sap, you thought before you dressed yourself in normal clothes and left to shower and clean yourself off.

A knock on the door alerted you from your shower, your peaceful alone time, “What!” You shouted over the white noise the running water provided.

Without warning, the door opened,“Fred’s going to be over with an outfit for you!” It was Roger.

You rolled your eyes and slicked your hair back and out of your face “Couldn’t you tell me once I got out?” You frowned.

The door quickly shut, “No!” You could hear Roger’s voice growing more distant as he walked further away from the door and sure enough within minutes of your shower ending Freddie was knocking at your bedroom door and soon letting himself in.

“Fred,” You whined, “I look like a slut in this!” You shouted.

“I know!” He countered, “It’s my favorite look on you, you know that!” He straightened out the fabric of your shirt and skirt he had picked out for you.

You looked in the mirror, feeling stupid, “It’s just a bar, Fred. I don’t know why I can’t just go in some jeans!” you protested looking in the mirror.

You could see Roger’s reflection in the mirror, he once again changed his outfit. This time he was wearing an open floral print button down and tight black pants with flared legs, “I think it’s a nice change from that old jumper.” Roger always had to add his own two cents in.

You rolled your eyes, “Why’d you change again? Was your ‘lounge around’ tassel vest not sufficient enough for the show?”

Roger looked at you through narrow eyes, “’Course not, unlike you I care how people see me.”

“All right you two, that’s enough. We have to go over to John’s for the pregame.”

“Wait-” you protested, “You didn’t tell me I was going to meet everyone.”

Freddie scoffed at you, “Of course you have to, you’re a regular Queen groupie now!”

You groaned as Freddie wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you through the apartment, “Why can’t I be a roadie? I can lift stuff.”

“Not dressed like this!” Fred countered, “Enough, come on now we have to get dinner. It’s the most important meal before we go out!”

You tugged the leather miniskirt Freddie had dressed you in down and frowned, reminding yourself that you were only doing this to get a break from your mundane routine.

[fics-not-tragedies]

The ties that bind

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It’s another request time. Today we’re having this one, as requested by @baphometwolf666​​, but I twisted it juuust a tiny little bit.

SUMMARY: John brags how great he is at solving knots, so he challenges you to tie his hands behind his back and blow him, making him cum before he can undo the knot. Words:  2065; Warnings: smut, some nice bondage and a blowjob;

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You were comfortably sat on the couch, book in your hand got better with every page you turned, glasses on your nose were quite uncomfortable, but you knew you wouldn’t manage it without them and the plot was getting thicker when John disturbed your peace when he sat desperately close to you.

“I want to try something new” he breathed out, his hand moving to rest on your knee.

“Haven't we tried anything last weekend?” You looked up at him from the book, fixing the glasses that were resting atop of your nose.

John let out a soft giggle, his fingers gently moving further up your leg, “I have a bet for you.”

“A bet?” You asked him, placing the book you were holding onto the coffee table.

“Yes… a bet” he rasped, the spark in his eyes telling you that this was something rather unusual. Then he placed a rather long piece of velvet rope on your lap and you raised your eyebrow at him.

“Well you know how good I am at tying people” he started and a blush crept onto your neck when you remembered what the two of you’ve done the last time he had the whole weekend free, “but I want to try and challenge you this time. You have to tie my hands in the back and I have to undo your knot.”

“Wait wait… let me get this right…” you fiddled with the rope he just handed you, “I am the one who ties your hands behind your back and you have to wiggle yourself out of the knot?”

“Yes love, you’re right” his fingers grazed your collarbone, “but there’s a catch… a little one… You’d be sucking my cock. And the whole idea of the bet is that I have to undo your knot faster than I’d cum in your mouth.”

You wiggled the end of the rope in your hand, raising your eyebrow at him and let out a small giggle.

“Love, you know how good you're with your mouth, so I feel that a fair challenge” John moved his fingers under your chin and gently pushed it upwards, so you could look straight into his eyes.

“Alright baby… what if I lose?” He smirked a little, his hand sliding down onto your neck, giving it a little squeeze just to elicit a soft moan from your lips.

“I haven’t thought about this option yet…” his mouth hovered over the skin on your bare shoulder.

“I might be having an idea for that case” you breathed out as his lips grazed your collarbone and he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“Tell me about it” he looked up at you, his eyes already dark and filled with lust.

“If I lose then you can tie me to the bed, get the riding crop and use me anyhow you want” John sucked in a ragged breath, his nose scrunched a little.

“Does this mean…?” His eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape and he wiggled his eyebrow making you laugh.

“Yes, this means anal too” your eyebrows wiggled in response and he rubbed his beard.

“Well there’s much to gamble for…”

“Better tell me what’s in the store for me if I’m the winning one” with your hand pressed flat to his still clothed chest you could feel his heart racing like it was about to jump out of his chest soon.

“If you win then I’m getting tied to bed and you can use me… yes, the strap-on is in the picture too.”

“Uuuuuh…” you slowly climbed onto his lap, wrapping the rope around his neck and pulling him closer, “Both options seem absolutely delicious.”

“Are you in then?” His hand were all over your back now, kneading and sliding here and there.

“Of course I am. When do we start?”

“Now” he rasped, smashing his lips with yours into a heated kiss.

“Love, I…” he mumbles, softly but his voice trails off into a soft sigh when you lean in to press a kiss to the side of his neck, sucking lightly on his skin. He hums and tilts his head to the side to give you better access.

He smells clean, fresh out of the shower with that hint of spicy cologne and the glass of bourbon he just had.

Your fingers move to undo the buttons of his shirt before you can push the fabric to the side as you kiss your way down over his collarbones, leaving a wet trail of kisses down his chest.

“Stand up baby” you tell him and he quickly obey your words, jolting upwards onto his feet. Then you follow his movements, standing on your tiptoes to kiss the nape of his neck when you disappear behind him, slowly dragging his arms behind his back.

His breath are more ragged now and when you wrap the rope around his wrists several times he let out a set of gasps that he tries to cover behind a cough.

After you’re sure the ends are neatly tied and fastened together you walk back to his front. John watches you carefully as you slowly sink down to your knees in front of him.

“Oh, love…” he mumbles, swallows hard as his eyes are still locked with yours, making sure to take in your every move. As you undo the button, then the zipper on his pants, letting them drop to the floor, you just send him a little smirk, like you wanted to show him that you were more than sure you’d win this one.

You tilt your head, tugging his boxer briefs to his ankles, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his already semi-hard cock, holding on to his thigh, nails scratching lightly across his skin.

As you give John a few slow tugs he lets out a sigh of relief as you move your hand slowly teasing, building him up to ache for more, knowing that you have to be quick, but not too quick, he likes to tease you, and you love to hear him struggling for words when he’s desperate, teasing him when he needs it so badly he can’t even tell you properly.

“Mmm, baby, let’s see who win…” you purr, smiling softly and gripping him harder, your hand moving a little faster down his length, just toying with him, smirking when his hips buck forward into your touch and he sighs, eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh, l-love…” he moans loudly and you can hear the sound of the rope brushing against his wrists, as he desperately tries to wiggle himself out of it.

His breath is shaky, growing uneven and his chest is rising and falling quickly as he tries to remain calm, but you know he can’t for long, and you don’t want him to be, you want him to lose his mind.

“Oh fuck me, love…” he chuckles shakily, his voice trailing off into a moan when you start pumping him faster.

You slowly guide him past your lips and he groans, legs trembling as soon as the warmth of your mouth envelops him and with a buck of his hips, he suddenly comes alive.

You close your lips around his cock, feel your stomach jolting as he pushes forward, pushes himself deep inside your mouth and you flatten your tongue to let him slide all the way inside until his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow hard around him.

He moans loudly, trembles, hips bucking towards you once again and you let out a soft hum, sending vibrations up his body before drawing back to take a breath, letting him slide back out of your mouth again.

When you let him slide his length all the way into your mouth again you’re struggling to breathe for a moment, hold on to the back of his thighs to sit and hold your head upright so he can angle his hips right to push it and out and he starts fucking your mouth, picking up a steady pace, groaning, only growing louder each time his cock hits the back of your throat and slides all the way inside your mouth.

You let him move the way he pleases, bring your hand up to jerk his cock where your lips don’t reach, gasping for air when he pulls out for a moment, and you continue to stroke him quickly, licking your lips before taking him into your mouth by yourself again, looking up to see his reaction.

Sweat is forming at his collarbones, his defined chest glistening as he breathes hard, biting his lip, eyes fixated on your face and his wiggling his hand more harshly now as he’s pushing his cock deeper into your mouth again and you tighten your lips around him to give him more friction.

He groans, breathes heavily as he hits the back of your throat again and your eyes water as he holds himself there, you tighten your throat around him again, reveling in the low, primal sounds falling from his lips.

You keep your eyes locked with his, don’t want to miss a second of seeing him like this. And this is what you both wanted.

“F-Fuck … you’re so-…” his voice trails off into a loud groan when you swallow around him again before lifting off his cock again, giving him a few tugs, spreading your spit up and down his shaft, “Fuck, love, don’t you dare stop…”

You moan loudly, taking him into your mouth again, starting to bob your head faster as you suck him needily, drooling around him as his hips start to rock forward again.

“Oh, f-fuck, love, keep sucking… fucking d-don’t stop… good girl…”

Usually he likes to tease you, likes to drag this out for as long as possible and hold out on you, wait for you to beg for him, beg for him to let you suck him off, but now he’s at your mercy, tears sparking into your eyes again as you relax your throat, then swallow around him, swirling your tongue around his shaft.

You smirk at him,  just suckling on his tip for a moment, not opening your mouth properly but keeping your eyes locked with his, then part your lips properly, letting him slide all the way back into your mouth. You suck him faster, tongue swirling around his length, teasing, suckling on his tip for a moment before letting him sink in past your lips again, bobbing your head as you pick up the pace.

“F-fuck … love, I’m gonna… oh, f-fuck…” he’s struggling to speak, can’t help but close his eyes, his features scrunched up and he bites his lip, his glistening chest rising and falling and you grip his ass to hold him right there, letting him slide all the way into your mouth and swallowing around him once again, holding your breath.

He’s all breaths and obscene moans as he lets go, praises of your name rolling off his tongue and he throws his head back, hips bucking forward continuously as his release coats the back of your throat and you swallow it all down, swallow around his tip and he’s trembling, legs shaking as he tries to catch his balance, stumbling forward.

You hum, pulling back slowly and licking your lips, watching him stand over you, looking back at you, the look in his eyes softer.

“F-fuck, love, that was fucking amazing…” he mutters, stepping back and pulling you up slowly.

“John…” you can barely take a breath, barely find your own balance when you stand up, but you have his face already cupped into your hands, pressing a deep kiss to his lips, pulling him close. Your swollen lips melt into his and he kiss you back needily.

He draws back with a sigh, ”You need some help with the rope, handsome?” that little smirk isn’t leaving your face as you move behind him.

“Better explain yourself young lady… where did you learn to tie things like this?” he asked you, truly impressed by your tying skills.

“I was a scout when I was a kid and got a badge for that” you quickly undid the rope from around his wrists and he scooped you into his arms.

“When do you want your reward then?” His lips are back to your neck, gently kissing it.

“Now.”

[princeprince81]

Adventure #40: Long BPL Soccer Night

It has been a long time since we enjoy the BPL soccer night. I was checking out the fixtures on Friday night during our dinner.

"Wow, tomorrow got quite a few good matches leh. Merseyside Derby, followed by Manchester City vs Arsenal and Newcastle vs Manchester United." I told Joey excitedly.

"Aiya, nowadays every where also close early and not showing live matches leh. We watch at home always switch channels or end up dozing off in the living room one leh." Joey replied.

"Ya lo, see how tomorrow lo." I replied as we continue our Friday dinner.

Come Saturday morning, Joey told me that she received a text from her colleague and they jioing to go one of the guy's house (the one in Toa Payoh) for soccer night. What a coincidence.

"How? Should we go? They asked you along since they know u like soccer too." Joey asked. Joey told me, there will be another 2 guys from her team joining, since limiting to 5 persons only.

"Ok lo, let's go lo. At least more fun to watch soccer like that." I replied since also had nothing much to do.

The house owner, A was in his 50s, staying alone. Another 2 of her team mates are in their 40s. A ordered some Jap food for dinner for everyone, B, C and us will be bring alcohol and snacks.

We arrived at A place at about 7.15pm, in time for the Merseyside Derby. By the time we arrived, everyone was already seated on the 3 seater sofa, with the food, alcohol and snacks all lined up on the coffee table. (There was quite a bit of alcohol, ranging from beer, soju, sake and whisky). Joey and me went over and sat down on the carpet, on the floor by the coffee table, opposite the sofa.

"Come, come let's eat now. Don't wait. Joey, you sit this one ba. Easier to eat." A greeted us as he passed Joey a small stool.

(Joey was in her black lacy spaghetti top, short denim shorts, black bra and her pink thongs)

Everyone started the food and drinks while enjoying the match. Was rather entertaining match and half time came as we finished up the food. Throughout I noticed that Joey will need to bend forward each time she is eating her food or drinks. Good view for the 3 guys opposite, especially they are seated higher on the sofa. And with the small stool, Joey will need to open her legs apart in order to reach forward. From my angle I can see the pink thongs through the denim shorts opening clearly. (Not sure if the rest can see from their angle.)

"Come, I clear and pack up a bit" Joey stood up and bend forward to clear the dinner away from the coffee table and bring them to the kitchen to throw. Her deep cleavage was in full view to the guys, although it's only less than a minute.

"Now got space liao. Come come, try some of the sojus that I brought over. Quite easy to drink and I end up buying too many last time." B offered his drinks as we were discussing about the first half highlights.

As the night passed, we cleared the sojus and sakes. By the time the Manchester City vs Arsenal match started, We were already high and C was already dozing on the sofa.

"Who do you think will win Joey, then we bet small small. At least more exciting." B asked.

"Don't know leh, maybe just Man City?" Joey replied.

"Win ah. Or give ball. Since you always like to give ball. Hahaha." B teased Joey openly, to A and my surprise. "Ok I buy Man City give ball."

"Idiot leh you. Drunk liao right. You want give ball you give lo. Haha. Lose not my problem ah." Joey replied loudly. From the way she replied, she must be high too.

Throughout the match, we were clearing the whisky, while A and B were enjoying Joey zao geng and teasing her. Each time Man City was attacking, Joey will be excited, and ended up showing her cleavage and thongs even more.

After the first goal, we were all celebrating. "Ok 1 more goal, Joey we need your help now, put more balls. Haha. Cheers." A said jokingly.

"Yeah, got chance. Ok later I go toilet adjust and put more balls. Haha." Joey replied as we drink up.

Fast forward to the end of game, pity Man City only won by 1 goal. By then, we had cleared almost 3/4 of the whisky. B and C decided to grab home together since they stayed nearby, leaving A, Joey and myself for the Newcastle vs Manchester United match.

"Come, make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Now got space liao." A told me as he cleared up the coffee table. Me and Joey shifted up to the sofa. (I was seated in the middle, while Joey was seated next to me on one side.) By then, Joey was already drunk and adjusted to sleep on the sofa, with her legs curled up and head on my lap.

A came back to join me, "Alamak, gone liao ah. Never mind. Let her sleep lo. I can sit on the floor." A told me as he seated himself diagonally in front of us, on Joey's side.

In her position, the spag top was already quite stretched and showing more of her squeezed boobs and her shorts was hiked up even more. Each time when A needs to turn back to speak to me, I am sure he had a few view of her cleavage, butt, thongs and maybe even pussy.

While watching, I was feeling bit horny from the night of watching Joey got teased. I slowly slid my hand through her spag top and played with her nipples gently, with A back facing us. Then I slid my fingers from the shorts opening adjusted the thongs aside and ran my finger along the pussy.

Joey was getting wet but she was still deep in her sleep. Was rather exciting cause each time when A was turning back, I had to quickly take my hands out.

There was once Joey let out a soft moan as she adjusted herself. That caused A to turn back and I thinked he must have seen a glimpse of pussy from the misaligned thongs. He looked shocked and paused for a while before asking if she needs anything. Match ended with Manchester United wining 4-1.

I woke Joey up and we drove home immediately before dozing off until the next day afternoon. Was super tired. Washed up and we were still dressed in the night before clothings. We continue to laze in bed.

"So shagged ah you. Yesterday Man Utd match you never watch leh. Dozed off all the way. Sleep until don't know pink thongs and pussy got exposed to A or not. Haha" I teased her. "So high some more. Give ball to people hor. How about give 2 balls." I pulled down her spag top and bra at one go, exposing her 2 boobs staring back at me.

Before Joey can react, I sucked hard at her nipples. "Hmm nice. Ah ya. 2 balls for you." Joey moaned, apparently she is also in the mood.

"B and C need to play with your 2 balls." I continue sucking one nipple and pinching her other nipple.

"Ahhh. Hmmm Come score 2 goals ah B and C score 1 each ah.. ... Hmm" Joey continue with the role play with her eyes closed. Probably imagining the scenario.

Next I pulled down her shorts and thongs together, spread her legs wide, knees bent towards her chest, with her wet pussy fully exposed. "Now it's A turn to have a taste of this." I dived straight into her pussy and licking up all her musky horny juices mixed with sweat and pee. "Wow chee bye so wet. Your pussy smells horny. Horny for the whole night already right, so wet. You enjoyed it ya. Very tasty."

"Ahh.. Ahh.. Yes very wet liao. Ahh I haven't. Ahh wash.. Ahh bit.. Dirty. Ahh and horny liao. Yes.. Ahhh." Joey moaned loudly as she played with my hard cock from outside my shorts. "Going to cum.. Ahh.. Ahh"

I removed my clothes and knelt next to her and finger her hard with 2 fingers while she continue massaging my dirty cock. As she was getting fingered hard, she leaned over and sucked the cock hard, without any invitation.

"Wow, you so horny liao ah Joey, even my old dirty stinky cock you also want. How is the taste? Is it turning you on again?" I asked as I am enjoying the blow job.

It doesn't take long before she was cumming again and started moaning loudly again. She came and squirted a patch on the bed.

After so much teasing and foreplay, I cant take it, and fucked her hard for another 5 mins before cumming together and the usual washing up. What a long tiring soccer night it was.

[meshkol]

Twitter Threads (or That One Time Tony Dialled It Up to Eleven)

Summary: Social media is hard and full of trolls, and Tony has poor impulse control.

Notes: I hate this so much. Less cracky than I wanted it, because I suck at writing humour. Fill K-3 for the Tony Stark Bingo 2019: Gossip Press. Unbeta'd as per usual. Any relation to existing twitter handles is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: Social Media, Twitter, Homophobic Language, Sexist Language, Ableist Language, Internet, Trolls, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Goes On A Rampage

No one can say that Tony’s ever had good impulse control, especially about people he loves.

@1234ideclareathumbwar posted: I donno what it is about dr strange but he must suck dick like a pro if hes got iron man whipped god knows theres nothing attractive about him except those dick suckin lips #drstrange #ironman #wtfisstarkthinking

 @100percentDONE-xxx replied: yeah its not like he can give a decent handjob ffs must me the lips or maybe hes just tight every1 knows stark loves a tight whole hes prolly cheating neway poor cripple

 @itsawrapandimreadytoparty replied: Probably just lays there and thinks about the wizard gods just to get that $$$...I’d think of England even for a nymphomaniac drug-addicted sugar daddy too, tbh.

 @BlessYouThor-ness replied: still can’t believe he chose strange over THOR like everyone can see the chemistry between them and tony is such a bottom he’d take thor’s cock so well fuck yes

 @they-did-the-thing777 replied: is it just me or does strange look like an alien maybe there’s no magic at all just aliens and he’s got a tentacle dick and stark just wants to mark off another box on his worlds-biggest-slut checklist #tonystarkispathetic

 @snowflakes_makeme_lol replied: hes just fkn ugly i s2g stark id spread 4 but strange??? that bitch be ugly asf n not worth gettin my dk wet prolly get aids

 @YouKnowWhoIAm replied: You guys are the pinnacle of our evolution and I am in awe of your genuine kindness and polite generosity (and grammar). Wow, I can’t believe Stephen Strange saved all of your jerkass lives TWICE for this shit and you know what? Everyone knows I’M the cocksucker in this relationship, dumbfucks.

 @kiki_blow_this_popsicle_stand replied: HOLY SHIT LMAO

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t bother looking up from his tablet, backing away from that thread because he has no interest in seeing the replies, and hunting for the next war he can wage. “Destressing,” he replies gleefully, clicking on a thread that mentions Pepper. He can feel Rhodey behind him – and, what’s more, he can feel the disapproval seeping out of his pores too now that he’s peeking over Tony’s shoulder – but he’s on a roll, and fuck impulse control when he can sass and bitch on twitter. Some people just need to be removed from the genetic pool of the human race and not be allowed to procreate, honestly.

Somewhere in bumbfuck-nowhere, Fury is having a coronary and Stephen is rolling his eyes so hard they’re permanently lodged in his cranium.

@rudethatyoureallamatwink posted: Does anyone else think that Pepper Potts only got the job at Stark because she’s got awesome legs and a great twat and Tony Stark wanted to stick his dick in? #idfuckher #pepperpotts #starkindustries #idfuckhimtootbh #tonystark

 @MyNameIsGoFuckYourself replied: lol ur gross shes like 35 or smth but wvr u want crusty ol lose pussy u do u bro #oldchickgross #getbotox

 @shredderinmymetal3-14 replied: @MyNameIsGoFuckYourself lmao wtf?? He started fucking her when she was like twenty or something so she was still nice and tight back then. I mean I’d still fuck her right now cause she’s one hot cougar and I bet she’s learned a thing or two from the Slut Extraordinaire. And anyway, how tf do you know what her cunt’s like?? The only hole you’ve fucked is your mom.

 @queeen-bee-says-hi replied: Wow, you guys are pigs. Pepper Potts is a strong, independent, beautiful woman who is worth a thousand of all you, and your mothers would be ashamed of you all.

 @gags_are_the_best_fight_me_bitch replied: @queeen-bee-says-hi hey look theres the feminazi if you want i can replace that stick up your pussy with my dick you know you need it ill fuck you real good show you what a real mans like

 @truthisanillusion replied: I’ll fuck @queeen-bee-says-hi AND @OfficialPotts_CEO at the same time fucking feminazi cunts, god knows you bitches would be grateful for my prick in your gaping lesbian pussies

 @YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Wow. So. Uh.

1. That’s revolting and my AI just delivered the IPs of @gags_are_the_best_fight_me and @truthisanillusion to the authorities for premeditated violence, rape, and hate crimes. You’re welcome, and feel free to send a cash donation to the charity of your choice for my thoughtfulness. I’d recommend something for women’s or LGBTQ+ rights, and I’ll match it with a multiplier of 1000x.

2. @queeen-bee-says-hi, good for you, and I can see from your profile that you’re a student. Consider your crops watered and your schooling paid for, all the way to your twelfth PhD if you want it.

3. @OfficialPotts_CEO can and will murder you with her pinky nail. I’ve taken on Thanos and I’d rather go ten rounds with him than piss her off. THAT’S why she’s CEO, not because of her admittedly awesome legs.

4. I hate this hellsite. If I buy it, can I kill it?? Rhodey says “technically” so I’m gonna look into that now.

 @i_stan_one_legend_named_virginia_p_potts replied: IRON MANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! DEFEND THE QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!! #PEPPERPOTTS4PRESIDENT

 @iaminlovewithcapandimunashamed replied: lmfao incels be fkd when #ironman comes to town

 @truthisanillusion replied: Hey @YouKnowWhoIAm No one trusts you or likes you, you fake ass super “hero” taking it up the ass like a faggot stfu and die already, kthxbye

 @queeen-bee-says-hi replied: whAT OH MY GOD THAT IS NOT NECESSARY

 @OfficialPotts_CEO replied: Tony, stop picking fights and threatening to buy twitter or I’ll ground you. And just accept the gift, @queeen-bee-says-hi - after all, he’s already done it.

 @YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Shut up Pepper, you aren’t the boss of me.

 @YouKnowWhoIAm replied: And jokes on you @truthisanillusion because I’m already dead inside come at me bitch I’ll be the one in the multi-billion-dollar suit of armor surrounded by Avengers

 @OfficialPotts_CEO replied: Actually, I am. Don’t make me take away your toys. Or call @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel. He’s on speed-dial, sweetheart, and he likes me better than you.

 @YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Rude.

 @Sorcerer_Surpreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: The last time you threatened someone, your house got blown up. Please refrain from egging on internet trolls or I’ll dump you for Rhodes for my own sanity.

 @YouKnowWhoIAm replied: ALSO RUDE.

“You know, I’m not even remotely bi-curious and I would totally tap that,” Rhodey says absently, though his lips are quirking into a smirk.

Tony rolls his eyes. “Hands off, you little shit, or I’ll tweet about that one time in MIT when you ate that—”

“Fuck you.”

“Been there, done that,” Tony quips cheerfully. “Not remotely bi-curious my ass—”

“You know what’s better than picking fights with twelve-year-olds on twitter? Kicking your ass right here. You come at me, Stank.”

Tony opens his mouth to reply but then gasps, already losing himself in another thread after sending a middle finger emoji into the last one.

@mwahahaha-666 posted: You guys can wax poetry about Tony Stark all you want, but screw that basic-ass rich boy - everyone knows Doctor Strange is the smokin’ hot one. #takemenow #mybodyisready #drstrange

 @ukulele_jedi_master replied: PREACH!!! stark may be loaded but stephen is the one that looks like a prada model giMME THAT MAGICAL DICK

 @xxx-foreverfit-xxx replied: Fuck both of you. I just wanna be a fly on the wall when they’re fucking each other...or better yet, DIRECT them on how to ruin each other #ironstrange #otp

 @highpercentageofuselessnessachieved replied: i wonder if he can clone himself like can u imagine?? being fucked from all ends by #drstrange cock?? what i wouldn’t give to be tony stark omfg i don’t even want the money just the hard dickin from that fine piece of ass

 @its_a_fact_that_captain_america_has_a_big_dick replied: He’s got Iron Man wrapped around his little finger so he must have the biggest dick and the know-how to use it properly. Yes pls and thank you very much, I’ll take that monster dick pronto.

 @TGBYHN_4_LYFE replied: dude i tell u what i would do what @xxx-foreverfit-xxx said: sit in the corner w a ridign crop in 9’’ stilettos rubbin myself while directing them 2 do what i want...make em touch n stroke n suck n bite n fuck each other til they cant walk anymore n then cuddle w them n stroke their hair

 @catcatcatcat-cat replied: I would give my college education, my life, my cow, and my internet access away for the rest of my life for a sex tape

 @xxx-foreverfit-xxx replied: @TGBYHN_4_LYFE omfg fuCK YES CAN YOU IMAGINE listening to them moan as they lost themselves in each oter, so fucking desperate to get off that they’re begging you to let them cum even as they try their hardest to obey, covered in precum and sweat and hot as fuck

 @bigfoot_is_nessie1987 replied: I s2g the amount of fanfiction I write about those two alone should have me committed but I literally can’t stop the two of them are so fucking hot together that it should be illegal god bless Iron Man and Dr Strange and their sexy, sexy chemistry and sexy, sexy bodies #killme

 @one-upon-a-time-in-asgard2 replied: They are the hottest couple in the history of the universe and so fucking pure I love them both so much also @bigfoot_is_nessie1987 I demand a link to your fics cuz I’m always looking for more ironstrange porn #otp #ironstrange

 @YouKnowWhoIAm replied: @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel Hey, they think you have a big dick. Little do they know that they’re totally right and that you also have the added bonus of actually BEING a big dick too! #dontthreatentoleavemeforplatypus #orilltagyouinthirstposts #awesomethirstposts #stephenhasabigdick #andiloveit #goodshit

 @mwahahaha-666 replied: OH MY DUCKING GOD

 @its_a_fact_that_captain_america_has_a_big_dick replied: Well, I’d be mortified that Tony Stark is replying to this except Tony Stark is acTUALLY REPLYING TO THIS BLESS YOU IRON MAN

 @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: One of these days I’m going to murder you with your own bravado and not lose a night’s sleep over it. And fine, I won’t touch Rhodes...I’m sure Rogers is free anyway, and he’s always so polite when I visit.

 @bigfoot_is_nessie1987 replied: Please don’t read my fanfiction I will literally combust in embarrassment also I am dying over here in Copenhagen omfg

 @YouKnowWhoIAm replied: BRO CODE, DUDE. YOU’RE VIOLATING THE BRO CODE. I HATE YOU SO MUCH AND I WANT A DIVORCE.

 @catcatcatcat-cat replied: ...oh my god what does that mean you guys are MARRIED??!?! BLESS THE WIZARD GODS!!!!

 @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: Rhodes, I know you’re reading over his shoulder, so if you could please take away his phone now before he ends up on the cover of the Times...or breaks the internet. Again. Thank you in advance.

Tony reacts immediately, trying to make a break for it, but Rhodey’s already tackling him into the couch, a hundred and ninety pounds of lean muscle and pretty Class As. Tony hisses breathlessly, the wind knocked out of him, and he struggles valiantly to keep his hands on his tablet while Rhodey does his best to rip it away. He doesn’t have a very good position so he makes a hair-brained, split-second decision to throw his body weight to the side, making them both roll off the couch. Rhodey’s a jerk though, and manages to react fast enough so that Tony takes the brunt of the impact, and he can’t even help but groan in a mixture of mild pain and disappointment as he feels the tablet being removed from his lax fingers.

“Sucks to be you, Stank,” he says breathlessly, fingers flying over the keyboard, and Tony cranes his neck until he can read Rhodey’s reply (and on Tony’s fucking account what in the hell!):

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: I think I broke your hot mess of a husband, Stephen. Come collect him before he murders me with his eyes or gets his hands on another electronic device. We’re in the lab.

Three seconds later, Stephen walks through a portal, looking oh-so-fucking-gorgeous in his battle robes, and wearing a scowl of irritation that bodes well for rough, mock-angry sex in the near future.

Tony grins unapologetically, and abandons the lure of social media in exchange for his pseudo husband.

It’s an easy choice.

Also read on ao3.

Feel free to prompt me things on my Bingo Card!

[ivyfics]

Needed Reminder - Kinktober 2018 # 1

Giving away that they know each other is the last thing they should be doing. Actually, Kuroo rubbing himself against Kei while several high ranking lords of the region wine, dine and drown in debauchery rooms away from them is literally the last thing they should be doing.

Kinktober prompt: Angry sex/ Costume/ Almost getting caught

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Paring: Kurotsukki Additional tags: Porn with feelings, grinding, handjobs, established relationship. 

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“I literally,” he grits out, “cannot believe you.”

“U-huh.”

“I can’t believe this. Or me. What do I see in you?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Of course, you aren’t listening to me. You’re too busy jerking off while we’re undercover,” Kei hisses, turning his back to bear his teeth at his partner.

“Can’t help it. You look too good in that.” Kuroo cants his hips against Kei’s backside harder, pushing him against the wall with more force.  “Ah. Push your ass out a little more,” he says. Doesn’t wait for Kei to do so, but uses his hands to pull at his hips and reposition the curve of his back into a deeper arch. “Yeah, like that.”

Kei rolls his eyes before he gets the distinct feeling of something hot and hard grinding against his flesh through the flimsy see-through layers of fabric that adorn his hips. His face goes as red as the strips of chiffon adorning his body. He’s trying his best to be unaffected by this whole 'slamming you against the wall and fucking you with our clothes on' thing Kuroo’s got going on right now, but it’s hard. Really hard.

Maybe, if they weren’t in the middle of a mission to recover intel on a ring known to abduct mages and force them into service, he’d be very much more okay with dark-corridor groping.  Or if Kuroo wasn’t pretending to be a trader on the darker side of things looking for a good deal and a gold payoff. Or if Kei wasn’t pretending to be a stuck up royal bitch with a wealthy patron paying for exclusive rights to groping and other various things in order to avoid someone else thinking they could claim that privilege.

Giving away that they know each other is the last thing they should be doing.

Actually, Kuroo rubbing himself against Kei while several high ranking lords of the region wine, dine and drown in debauchery rooms away from them is literally the last thing they should be doing.

Kuroo’s reaction to his attire is over the top.

The outfit—if it can even be called that—is a traditional first dancer’s costume, one that Kei has only worn once before when he was trying it on. The top barely covers his nipples. It focuses more on the ribbons crisscrossing over and around his arms, from shoulders to palms, covered in detailed and intricate beadwork that solidified his false claims of being a dancer legacy needing shelter. The bottom is wide and flowy, the opacity dwindling to nothing but sheer red when it reaches his ankles.

After weeks of living in close quarters with the other dancers, they finally trust him and his “natural abilities” (as Yamaguchi calls him faking his way through everything) enough to let him don it for an event. They made him share first line with the annoying redheaded shrimp and the vain lead with floofy hair for his first official dance with the troupe.  

Nevermind that said vain bitch is also undercover but pretending not to be. Kei can spot someone lying low a mile away. As long as there’s no trouble—or worse yet, a leak—it’s none of Kei’s business who is who and what they’re doing.

Wet trailing over the bare skin that peeks out from his matching undergarments breaks Kei out of his daydreaming. He did not. He did absolutely not!

“Kuroo, is that your bare dick on my ass? Don’t you dare get this dirty. I won’t be able to look Yachi in the face ever again.”

He really wouldn’t. There’s something about Kuroo’s cum that marks clothing forever. Kei’s had to magick clean two borrowed outfits before, Yachi’s knowing eyes haunting him forever. He can’t go through with a third one, not without sacrificing the smallest bit of dignity he has left.

Freaking cat spirits and their need to mark everything.

Just as he’s about the say something along the lines of ‘This is not a great idea’ Kuroo’s hips gain traction. His hands spread Kei’s ass as much as they can and his cock fits against Kei’s hole in a way that has him unable to bite back the loud moan that escapes him. Kuroo’s thrusts get harder and Kei’s feels lucky that his costume doesn’t have bells attached like Hinata’s or they’d be caught immediately.

Seeing as this far south dancers are property of the High Lord, it wouldn’t do them any good to have someone walk in on them and have Kuroo arrested and publicly humiliated, no matter how much Kei wants to wring his neck at the moment.

It’s not like Kuroo is the only one suffering from the distance. Kei is having a hard time too. He’s sharing quarters with two dozen other people, there’s no time or place for him to let off any steam. He hasn’t been able to come at all since he went undercover, most of his time spent trying to gather information to report back. In the spare moments he has time to think about anything other than the mission, he’s wallowing about being so far away from his mate. He’s feeling the stupid cat-spirit-mate-bond separation bullshit too but he doesn’t go about humping people against walls in the middle of a banquet when they’re supposed to be gathering intel.

Kuroo hips haven’t stopped and now Kei is hard against his very tight undergarments meant to conceal this very thing. Fuck.  

“You can fuck me when we get out of this. You are aware of that, right?” He asks, because on missions like this sometimes Kuroo forgets there’s an end to them. That it will stop, and he and Kei will be back to sharing a bed, and a life, and fucking entirely way too much for the comfort of the people sharing a campsite with them.

Kuroo grunts. “Not the same.”

“How the hell not?”

“Now is now, then is then. I’ll fuck you then, anyway.”Kuroo’s hips jerk, pull a muffled moan out of Kei. “Get my cock in that tight hole of yours. Fuck into you until our bed is filthy. Wake up next to you smellin’ like me.”

Kuroo is frantic. His fingers sink into the meat of Kei’s hips and sting. Claws have come out, unbidden by the looks of it, summoned by sheer desperation. It doesn’t hurt. It makes Kei ache a little over how bad it’s gotten on Kuroo’s end. “Kuroo—”

“This is the last one. I’m gonna get you a place, a real one. Nice, too. Stop wandering around looking for trouble. Going to fuck you every day. Live with you—”

Kuroo’s voice is raw. He needs this, needs physical evidence that what they have is reality. “Tetsu—”

Any tenderness sprouting from his heart dies at the sound of a guard's boots against the stone floor. Around the corner, if his hearing is right.

Fear kills his boner and spikes his anger.

Shielding them is easy, doing it in a way that doesn’t trigger the alarms for anything more than low-level magick is a lot harder. Kei keeps it at a level that would be easy for a dancer to have out of sheer skill and the single afternoon he practiced for something like this.

Not quite like this, but some time where he’d need more than wit to get by. Round and wavering, it blinks into existence around them and shimmers with instability for three exact seconds that Kei doesn’t feel his face and feels every inch of the bare cock against his ass.  It settles, a barely-there yellow shine to the borders that will keep any sound inside it hidden from the outside. Anything even a hair more than this will trigger the charms he’s heard of from the maids gossiping and lead every guard around the perimeter right to them.

Kei is angry at everything. At the lot of them. At the guards who keep the status quo and look the other way. At the dancers who stopped fighting, who gave up. At the High Lord for thinking himself above the lives of others.

At being the one who’s wed to a man that couldn’t leave this alone.

He’s angry at himself, for being unable to keep out of this, to not be able to do as everyone else does and look the other way. He wishes he didn’t care. That he could see this happen and feel nothing, have no impulse of his legs to help, no twitching of his magick calling out to right a wrong.

He’s angry that he loves it; the mystery, the tricking, the outsmarting. The moment when can taste victory.

Kei is angry at all of this, and all of that, but there’s no solving it. Instead, he focuses all of his energy in the fact that he’s angry at Kuroo for making him think about it all, for breaking his will to not feel any of it. Kuroo is right in front of him.

Twisting his body, he untangles Kuroo’s hands still on his hips. They’re face to face, Kei’s back pressed to the coolness of the stone. Kuroo’s face is focused on the bend of the corridor and not on his hard, leaking cock out for everyone to see.

Kei’s thumb grabs his chin and swivels it with force. “Get over here.”

“Tsuk—”

Kei covers Kuroo’s mouth with his free hand. Does it hard, enough for the sound to echo around the bubble Kei’s put around them. He doesn’t know how long the shield will last before he’s forced to shut it down.

Kei leads Kuroo against the wall and grabs his cock, feels the shock and the moan vibrate against his palm. Makes a fist and jerks slow and hard. Strokes mean. Pours all his frustration into it. Every instance he’s had to sit there and think about Kuroo. All the times he’s had to suck it up for the sake of what they’re doing. All those moments where he’s scared, and lying, and alone.

They have put so much on the line, put themselves in harm's way.

He’s had to deal with the fact that Kuroo could die any day pretending to be something he’s not with people who oppose everything he stands for and Kei wouldn’t even know. He wouldn’t hear about it for days, stuck in a room with people in shitty situations and no hope left in their gaze.

And they’re going to risk it, for what?

For a quick backroom fuck?

Kuroo’s fangs come out. They nick his palm just enough for it to sting and Kuroo laps the blood with a whine. The neediness from before translates into Kuroo’s face, in the pinch of his brow. He uncovers Kuroo’s mouth to wipe the single tear tracking down his cheek.

“Kei—I’m,” Kuroo stammers.

Kei goes harder. Put his thumb against the head of Kuroo’s cock, purple and slick, and slides it hard. Keeps him on edge just a tad because he knows how. He’s the keeper of that knowledge and Kuroo needs a reminder.

He’s not about to give this up so easily. They’re stronger than that.

Kuroo comes all over Kei’s hand with a choked groan and stuttering hips.

Kei owns this. No amount of resigned dancers or piss-poor High Lords snatching people up is going to take this away from him.

Kuroo stands there. His chest is expanding quickly, cheeks flushed and rosy, sweat glistening in the low light.

It’s not enough.

Kei holds up his dirtied hand to Kuroo’s face.

Kuroo’s tongue is rough. Little pricks scrape Kei’s fingers, lapping up every drop of white slow. He goes about it carefully, reverently, going over every finger, his palm, to that stray drop running down Kei’s arm until his skin is pink from the attention.

Kuroo finishes with a slow kiss to Kei’s palm. His eyes are closed, his breathing even.

It’s cathartic. A reassurance that they’re together right now. Still each other’s, even if they have to pretend otherwise in front of everyone else. He hopes it’s enough for Kuroo’s heart to settle back down.

Kuroo sighs against him. “Thank you. Sorry.”

He rolls his eyes and tucks Kuroo back in his breeches. “Let’s go, before we get murdered.”

Kei keeps his anger away in a box. Wraps strings around it tight, until there’s nothing in his heart but calm. He’ll use it when the time comes. Fuel his magick with it, with Kuroo’s desperate face. Now there’s no place for it.

Kuroo fiddles with his dancer’s costume—and that’s what it is to him, no matter how genuine it might be—until it’s clear that he’s stalling. He gives Kei a lopsided smile that is more half real than not and takes a step back. Then another. Kuroo steps back until the very edge of the bubble. The distance between them is a proper one. A respectful one between a fine standing merchant and taken dancer. One to prevent misunderstandings.

They’re excellent at what they do. Kuroo transforms, his eyes detached.

Kei hates it.

“Tetsurou, I love you so much,” he says. Lets the shield drop immediately after.

Kuroo’s indignant expression at his inability to respond makes him hate the space between them a little less.

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[areyoureddie]

Stormy Nights (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Richie and Eddie are both teenagers (roughly 16) and both of their family lives are getting worse, particularly Richie’s. One night Richie cant take it anymore and sneaks through Eddie’s window to stay the night.

Warning(s): Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, cussing, FLUFF/ANGST??? fuck i love reddie

A/N: Hello all! My main account is @edsrich and I wont be posting my imagines for IT here anymore is based around marvel-  but I created this one here! And I livE AND BREATHE for Reddie.  Yes, this takes place whilst the Losers Club are all in their teen years, frankly because I find it easier to write certain things that aren’t as cute and innocent (despite Richie & the other boys being fAR from iNNocent). I hope you enjoy! Feedback, positive and negative is appreciated!

Eddie laid in bed watching ‘Little Shop of Horrors’, whilst wearing a navy shirt and oversized sweats to keep him comfy. It was currently 9PM on a random Wednesday in the middle of Summer, today was a basic day; it involved hanging out with Bill and Richie for the day as Stan, Ben and Mike were busy. 

Ever since the incident that happened back in 1989, some had became distant from the group more than others. Beverly moved away the day after the losers defeated Pennywise itself, whilst Stan slowly distanced himself and Mike seemed to be working a lot. Ben was just busy on this random day and couldn’t hang out with the other boys.

Eddie rumbles a grunt in the back of his throat, sitting up and adjusting his white pillowcases in a more comfortable position and he places his smaller frame back down onto his mattress and continues to watch ‘Little Shop of Horrors’. 

Ripples of lightning sliced through the cloud smothered sky, alongside with the summer showers that poured down upon the town of Derry, which alone created a moody atmosphere for Eddie. Eddie flinched as the crackles from the rumbling thunder shocked him every now and then. Branches tapped against his window as the wind swirled them against the glass repeatedly, too startling the teen.

Suddenly, a large bang- much larger than the small twigs- impacted the glass of the window, causing Eddie to squeak.

The startled boy frantically looked to where the noise was, only to see large bulky glasses and brown curly hair. Richie.

Eddie, at first, thought he was seeing things-  which caused him to raise his hands and wipe his eyes from the sleep that stuck in his inner corners, but to no avail- it was Richie, soaked for that matter.

Eddie stood up, walking over to his window and slowly and silently opened the window- careful not to wake his over protective mother, he quickly helped his best friend into his room with a soft grunt and no noise from Richie.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie whispered a bit, rain splatting his pale cheeks before quickly shutting the window before any more rain flew inside.

“It’s nice to see you too, Eds.” Richie mumbled, for once not making a snarky remark.

Eddie went over to his door, shutting it before looking over his shoulder. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The corner of Richie’s lips tugged up into his signature smirk at Eddie’s signature remark to his own, as he removed his thick rimmed glasses, attempting to wipe away the droplets that stuck to his lenses. He pushed his fingers inside of his wet shirt and rubbed the material against the glass, his attempts failing.

“Here, hold on.” Eddie sighed, walking up to the taller boy and taking the glasses away and using his own shirt to smear away the droplets, this time much more successfully.

Richie watched, his tongue poking his cheek with his thoughts all over the place- but continued to keep remotely silent unless he was spoken too.

Eddie finished cleaning his friends glasses, before holding them up and putting them on Richie’s face for him, a confused look remaining on his face as he watches Richie’s eyes grow larger due to the lenses that were suited for his eye sight.

“What happened, Richie? Why are you here- I-I mean, I’m not complaining but this is just fucking unusual.” Eddie rambled a bit, a voice crack slipping into his sentance 

This caused Richie to smirk despite the emotions he currently was feeling, Eddie knew his background and what his family was like. He knew his Mother was an alcoholic and that his Father was just plain cruel to him for no apparent reason. Both parents had in fact told him this very night that they would’ve rather had a daughter than for him to even exist. Sure, his Mother was drunk; his Father was beyond stressed, but he was sober and agreed with every word that his Mother slurred.

Not to mention, ‘a drunken mans words is a sober mans thoughts’, even if his Mother wasn’t a man.

“It was them again, Eds.”

Eddie chose to ignore the nickname that he had a love-hate feeling for, instead becoming concerned, “Who?” 

Richie sighed, “Mom and Dad, as fucking usual. I fucking hate them.” His cusses had a bite to them, the brown hairs of his eyebrows furrowing more and more.

Eddie quickly realised the situation, “Oh shit, alright- fuck, um, do you want some of my clothes to sleep in?”

Richie smiled genuinely, glad he had Eddie as his friend. “Yeah.”

Eddie nodded, turning and kneeling as he dug through his pyjama’s drawer, nervously shoving away the porno magazines that were messily tossed at the top of the pile. He as a teenage boy had his needs, but that wasn’t what he was embarrassed about showing or even Richie seeing- he was embarrassed incase Richie saw that his porn stash wasn’t full of lewd pictures of women, but of the opposite gender.

Richie looked around the familiar bedroom, seeing posters of movies that Eddie was fond of and even photographs of him in his childhood and with his friends, being Bill, Stan and himself with Eddie dangling on the end next to Richie.

Richie’s eyes then snapped to the cheap TV, smirking to himself. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really? This is what you come home to and watch for fun?”

Eddie frowned, without looking at Richie. “Little Shop of Horrors is in fact, one of the best movies of all time.” 

“No, Eds, it’s one of your best movies that you like. Hell, it’s a damn musical.” Richie snickered.

“Actually, Richie, it’s labelled as a Science Fiction and Romance movie, which to me is quite entertaining.”

“But it’s funny because you’re watching a movie with ‘Horror’ in the title.”

“Now why is that funny?” Eddie spoke stubbornly, standing up and turning to look at his friend with a shirt and sweatpants in his arms.

“Because you cried in fear watching Jaws, Eds.” 

Heat rose to Eddie’s cheeks, scoffing as he didn’t push the subject any more and dropped the clothes onto his bed.

“I’ll just turn around whilst you change, you can’t leave this room just incase my Mom comes in and see’s you.”

“Your Mom has already seen all of me, Eds.”

“That’s so not funny.” Eddie grumbled angrily, his nose lightly scrunching up at Richie’s words.

Richie rolled his eyes smugly, smirking towards his friend. “Whatever Eds, I’m sure you’ll be tempted to turn around.”

The heat flared even more on Eddie’s cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing and turning around. “Whatever, shut up and change.”

Richie stared at the small boys frame, his eyes wandering for a second as he began to strip and too turning away to look out the window. Awkward silence filled the air, the two boys hearts pounding profusely for each other, without the other knowing it yet.

Richie holds up the shirt once the sweat pants are slid on in front of his bare chest, tilting his head. 

“Now, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

Eddie turns around, again- his heart pounding in his throat and his blush spreading to his chest. “Put it on, asshole!”

“I don’t like sleeping in shirts dude, you know this.” Richie partly whined this comment, stomping his bare foot lightly against the creaking wood beneath him.

Eddie hesitated his words, “Fine, but don’t be fucking creepy about it.”

Richie hummed in satisfaction, plotting his rear on the bed that belonged to his best friend, bouncing on it for a second. “Your bed is comfy.”

“Oh, thanks?” Eddie tilted his head in confusion before sighing and going to his VHS system, “Since you’re a huge hater on Little Shop of Horror’s, what do you want to watch?”

Richie stood up, walking behind the smaller boy with one hand on the upper side of his body and looking over his shoulder at the selection of VHS tapes to choose from, causing Eddie to stiffen up at first, only centre-meters were between Richie’s bare chest and Eddie’s back. “What do you have for me to choose from?”

“U-Uh, I got Star Wars, Dirty Dancing- um, Back to the Future, Batman-”

“Hold up, did you say Dirty Dancing?”

“Yes, I did. It is a beautiful romance musical about dirty dancing, what more could you want?” Eddie spoke with annoyed sarcasm, frowning, “Just because it’s in my collection, doesn’t mean I watch it dumbass.”

Richie grinned at Eddie’s temper flaring slightly, “Calm down, Eds. Its fine if you want to watch dirty dancing at 1AM, we all understand.” Richie teased, “How about we watch Batman?”

Eddie ignored Richie’s teases once again, before nodding and grapping the VHS tape that was labelled ‘Batman’, taking out Little Shop of Horrors and sliding in the new tape.

The rain poured down heavier and violently pitter pattered against the window, the cold air chilling the two boys equally.

“Nice weather we’re having, don’t you agree?”

“Fucking lovely.” Eddie retorted, chuckling a bit and responding with equal sarcasm.

The two eventually laid down side by side on the bed side by side with the lights off and Batman playing in front of them in low quality. Their arms grazed each other every now and then, as well as their legs too.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents.” Eddie whispered over the film’s sound.

Richie took his eyes away from the screen, looking down at his friend. “Don’t be, they’re assholes.”

“They are, but you don’t deserve that shit.”

“Yeah, neither do you though. Your Mom’s a bitch too.” Richie sighed this out, inching closer to Eddie.

“I know but, both of your parents… you know-”

“Hate me, yeah I get it.” Richie mumbled, “I’m not surprised, I’m a shit son. I’d hate me too.”

Eddie sits up lightly, frowning at Richie’s harsh words that were stabs at himself. “Not everyone hates you Richie.”

“I’m annoying, I put up this stupid act and I make unnecessary dick jokes all the time.”

“I don’t hate you…” Eddie trailed off, blushing a bit but hoping it was hidden by the dark room. 

“It’s actually weird to hear someone say that to me, considering I get it all the time.” Richie chuckled dryly, sighing and tilting his head back. “Thankyou, Eds.”

Eddie didn’t even care in this moment that he was called ‘Eds’, but instead rested his head against Richie’s bare chest. Richie was at first startled with wide eyes, his cheeks becoming red instantly. But soon settled, his heart beating heavily and resting one arm around Eddie. His only hope was that Eddie couldn’t hear his heart.

Batman continued to play lowly in the background, but the boys only solely focused on each other and nothing else. Both becoming sleepy as the night carried on and it became later and later, both laying with each other like never before.

Eventually, Richie used his free arm to take his glasses away from his eyes and places them on the side table of Eddie’s bed quietly, yawning whilst Eddie snuggled a little closer sleepily, with lidded eyes.

“You know, Eds? I’m really fucking glad I have you in my life.” Richie whispers to a half asleep Eddie.

Eddie just about lets out a dazed smile with closed eyes, “I love you too, Richie.”

Richie’s cheeks steam up, his eyes widening a bit and he slowly shifts his eyes to the boys well kept head of hair, rubbing his fingers into his shoulder and pulling him closer as Eddie, unknown of confessing his feelings, drifts into a sleep.

Richie then, noticing that his best friend has fallen asleep- leans down carefully, without wakening him, and then presses his chapped lips that had a small taste of cigarettes and candyfloss against Eddie’s temple.

“I love you more, Eds.”

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Y/N knows better. 

She does, truly, and usually she’s a very good girl – Harry’s always sweetest when she’s good, and he gives her what she wants, like burying his face between her thighs, holding her hips down and fucking her into the mattress, letting her suck him until he cums and she swallows it down. It’s always been like that…”If you’re good to Daddy, Daddy’ll be good to you, isn’t that right sweetheart?” 

But who could truly be good all the time? Especially today, when he’s wearing a shirt that defines his biceps with the first few buttons undone showing off his chest, and from where she sits besides him she could see down it some at the rest of his torso. Jeans tight enough that she can see the outline of his cock and it makes her mouth water, and the denim stretches so nicely on his thighs that its tempting to crawl on his lap right there. He’s got this serious look in his eye, which was expected – this dinner was important – but it only catered to the fire in her belly, and was making it harder and harder to be good. 

So after some thinking, and after some casual staring – watching as he swallowed his water, talked, chuckled, ran his hand through his hair to pull it back from his face – she placed a gentle hand at his thigh. Closer to his knee than anything, and he obviously hadn’t thought anything of it as he continued to chatter among the group. 

Or at least he did, until she drew her hand up a little further on his thigh, slid towards the inside of it where she knows he’s sensitive. The untrained eye wouldn’t notice the way his jaw tensed, but Y/N saw it. She saw it and she felt him place his hand atop of hers, calmly and inconspicuously removing it from his leg and settled it back in her own lap. This accompanied with him turning to face her, leaning in and hiding his mouth behind her ear some as he whispered, “Behave.” 

Y/N huffed and stopped, though that didn’t mean she was finished entirely at that point. He’d barely paid a lick of attention to her the entire night and normally she was okay with it, but tonight she was needy for it. Wanted him to at least talk to her but he’d been so caught up with what they were discussing that he hadn’t even so much as said anything but ordering her to behave and asking her to pass him the salt. 

The waiter had been trying for her attention all night, called her Sweetheart and Babe, gave her these real cute boyish smiles. This is where Y/N went wrong – flirting back with him when he came to ask if they wanted refills. It wasn’t terribly obvious what she was doing, at least to the others, but Harry had some clue, and he wasn’t happy about it one bit. She felt him draw taut as a bow, the sip he took from his drink swallowed more thickly, and he grabbed by the inside of her thigh and dragged her a bit closer to him, so their legs touched for the rest of their time there. Where she goes for his leg again, gets told to behave again, only this time she ignores him until he let her keep it there. 

That’s how she ended up in the position she was now. Face down in the mattress with her bum spanked sore and stingy, and the warm palm of his hand keeping her pressed down by her lower back. This was very much for punishment rather than pleasure – Y/N often liked to be spanked, but not these ones. These spanks meant Harry was pissed off and teaching her a lesson…these spanks meant he wasn’t playing around tonight. 

“Wha’ happened tonight?” He questioned, but he wasn’t looking for an answer, she knew, “Being such a brat for no reason, hm? Jus’ tryna get a rise outta Daddy, weren’t you?” Another slap down on her bum makes her wince and whine – he’d kept his rings on this time around, giving a pinch more pain to each go at her, “Now’ve gone and had to spank your pretty bottom. Shouldn’t even let ya’ cum t’night, with how you were acting.”  

Y/N digs her fingers into the sheets, tugging at them for some sort of grip but Harry doesn’t even allow her that when he notices. Takes both of her hands and pulls them back behind her, holding either wrist in one hand. There’s something about being held like this that leaves her feeling more vulnerable and open, even more so when he pulls her lower cheeks apart, keeping her spread with a few fingers while the others place at her drippy hole. Harry makes a knowing noise when he sees how wet she is, and when she clenches around nothing as his fingers ghost over her. 

“So this is it,” he hums, “This is what had you being a little brat? Wanted some attention?” 

She nods, though she isn’t even sure if he’s looking at her. 

Tutting his tongue, he dips his finger in for just a second before drawing it back out, dragging it up the skin of her bum and circling it around her other hole. She’s wiggling beneath him, but he settles his arm down on her back, still holding her hands, “What? What is it? M’giving you attention aren’t I?” 

Y/N whimpers, “Please?” And when he doesn’t respond, “Touch me!” She huffs, laying her cheek down against the mattress so her words weren’t muffled, “M’not a brat, I just wanted you to touch me.” 

Harry gives her another firm swat and she chokes over a moan and a whine at the pain of it, “Don’t know who told you to talk back.” He takes his hands away from her entirely, “You’re a brat until I say otherwise. Get in the center of the bed for me.” 

Y/N presses herself up on shaky arms, crawling off of his body and to the center of the bed as she was told to. She turns around to face him, sitting on her knees because her bum was too sore and pouting her bottom lip out. Y/N didn’t like being treated like this – she was a good girl, she was almost always a good girl, so when she was bad and he did punish her she didn’t much like it. “Ahh, wha’s that lip for?” He asks her. 

She doesn’t respond, because she knows he isn’t looking for an answer really, so she just watches him amble across the room and dig into his drawers, pulling out an olive green silky tie. Wraps it around his hand a few times and gives a good tug on it as he walks back, and Y/N holds out her wrists for him before he even asks. His brows raise, unraveling it from around his palm and kneeing back up on the bed, wrapping it snugly around them and tying it tight. “Give me a tug, Babes.” He murmurs softly and she does as told, gives a good one to show that she can’t get out of it. “Alright, on your bum.” 

Her bum is stingy still but she sits down anyways without a pout or a whine, because she just wants to prove to him that she’s the good girl she always is. “Trying to redeem yourself?” He questions her, ushering for her to move back into the mound of pillows and she nods, her own brows furrowed. 

It makes Harry smile fondly at her, pulling apart her thighs far apart and fitting himself right in between. He skims over her slit through her panties with the knuckle of his index finger as he stares down at her body, drinking her in with his gaze so slowly it makes goosebumps prickle at her skin. There’s a small wet spot at the center of the cotton polar bear underwear she’d been wearing (she hadn’t been planning on this tonight) that he stops to thumb at before drawing away from her, fanning his fingers out on her thighs and its not until he’s pulling them back apart that she realizes she shut them. 

The next few moves Harry makes confuse her. She’s being punished, but Harry grabs at the waistband of her panties and drags them down her legs, helping her unhook them from around her feet. The pad of his thumb lays directly and flat on her clit, the rest of his fingers extended and sprawled on her mound as he rubs tight little circles on the swollen bud. A moan gets caught in her throat, and it’s almost like Harry can read her mind, “Go ahead n’ moan for me.” He encourages and it makes her even more suspicious. 

Y/N decides not to think too hard on it though – if Harry’s idea of punishment was making her cum and letting her moan she wouldn’t complain.  

Only it’s proven that that wasn’t his idea at all. No, not one bit, because Harry brings her to the edge and he knows it. He also knows that as soon as her orgasm starts to wash over her, taking his fingers away would ruin it and it’d be unsatisfying and small. 

So that’s exactly what he did. 

“No!” Y/N whines, her hips giving a halfhearted buck towards his hands, “Please.” 

“Oh, did you think I was going to help you?” He taunts, stroking at knee as she twitches with the remnants of the non-fulfilling orgasm, “Brats don’t get m’help. Not until they learn their lesson,” he places his thumb back on her and her whole body jerks as he rubs quick, small little circles into where she’s sensitive, “N’ I don’t think you’ve learned it just yet.” 

So he does it again – rubs her till she tips right over the edge and takes his hands away from her. And then he does it again. And again. And again, until Y/N is teary eyed and body trembling, skin warm as sun kissed brick buildings. Her bottom lip had been so worn by her teeth it feels puffy and swollen, and her thighs are shaking so intensely its hard to keep them up and spread apart for Harry. Harry who is enjoying this all too much sat on his knees in between her legs. Without warning he slides his arms beneath her knees and around her thighs, tugging her closer to him so that where she’s sensitive and wet for him just barely touches at the bulge in his pants. Enough so that she whimpers softly – worn out and needy to cum, but taking it all in stride. Even when he gives a gentle few slaps over her clit. 

Canting his hips, he presses into her a little harder with the swell of his cock and her eyes flutter, “Oh, Button,” he coos, and Y/N feels her lips twitch to a smile…he’s using pet names again which is good – she loves when he does, it makes her feel like honey inside, “Y’tired a bit?” She nods, “S’exhausting getting teased like tha’ innit?” Another nod and Y/N’s focusing her eyes in on him, trying not to drool at the thought of him finally fucking into her, “But you were being so good for me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, and she suddenly clenches up taut as a bow when two of his fingers dance around her hole, slipping in easily, “Shh, shh, relax for me. Such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Sweat beads at her torso that’s mottled with bruises Harry’s sucked into her skin. His fingers are curled up against her spongy spot, stroking against it softly as he bends down to give a tender kiss to her lips.

“Yeah? M’best girl?” He murmurs as he draws back up and straightens himself out. 

Y/N gives a pitiful, punched out murmur of agreement as he begins fucking into her with his fingers, twisting and curving and doing just about everything in his power to get her all worked up again. She wishes for his cock but she says nothing; he’s finally begun the descent from punishment and is touching her with careful hands all over. Like he knows she’s sensitive and any one rough grab would send her over the edge. 

His hand is big and warm and splayed out across her stomach, stroking the skin and she wonders if he can feel her heartbeat from there, because she can feel it thumping all over. “This feel good, Babes?” He asks and she nods, eyes screwed shut, “But you want a little more don’t you?” The fingers that were inside her come out completely as he smears his thumb over her slit, rolling over her swollen bud, “Need something bigger, yeah? Something thicker and warm?” 

“Please?” Her voice is sticky with want and speckled with unadulterated need. To her own ears she sounds pathetic but she couldn’t care less about it right now, not when she’s so close to getting what she wants. 

Harry keeps her close as he unzips over he lump in his pants, popping the button with one hand while the other stays wrapped around her thigh. Dipping past the elastic band in his boxers, Harry pulls out his prick for the first time all night and Y/N’s mouth waters. It’s nice to see that he’s just as affected by all this as she is – the tip an angry, biting red and wet with precum, the base hidden by the fabric of his jeans and underwear but Y/N had some clue that his balls were swollen full and round. His fingers still decorated in rings (it made each slap sting a little more) and still wet from her wrapping around himself, squeezing tightly. 

A moan puffs out from his pouty pink mouth, brows furrowed in pleasure, and Y/N watches helplessly and tied, sniffling lightly. His eyes open slowly at her, a small smile dancing at his lips, “Are you ready for me?” Nodding, Y/N’s leg not held by him stretches out, the pad of her feet digging into the mattress as she increasingly became impatient.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants, struggling to keep her hips still, “Please.” 

Harry finally gives in. He parts from her just for a moment to rid himself of his clothes, only showing off that she was right about the rest of his prick and if not for the state she were in now she would want to get her hands and mouth on him. 

He knees himself back up on the bed and fits between her legs again, guiding his stiff cock down with a few fingers, rubbing around her drenched hole teasingly before finally beginning to sink in. Almost painfully slow, so she could feel the stretch and subtle burn accommodating his size. “Oh fuck,” he groans, his hands in fists at either side of her head as he rolls his hips into her precisely, “So bloody tight – think I need’a fuck my shape into you.” 

Y/N nods, her legs squeezing around his waist as he draws out and pushes back in, changing his angle just a bit and hitting at her spot head on (literally) and Y/N’s whole body reacts – curling in on herself, her arms even moving from the spot they’d been above her head. However with firm hands, Harry grabs the tie around her wrists and tugs them back up, keeping one hand over both wrists and leaning down onto his elbow. 

There skin to skin now, finally, and Harry’s body is warm and flushed pink, and feels so good. All of her nerves are on edge so she feels every, single, little thing he’s doing to her as he keeps his hips steady and punctual, while placing tender kisses on her cheeks and down her jawline. “See, Daddy’ll always give you what you want, long as your good, innit that right, Pet?” 

“Yes,” she mewls, leaning in to peck at his lips when he’s close enough, and she nips at the bottom playfully, “S’right. Please, keep going, m’gonna cum… can I cum?” 

“Hmm, I dunno” he murmurs, slipping a hand between them so he can get at her clit with his thumb once again, “You gonna try to distract me at important dinners?” 

Y/N shakes her head, whole face in a pout because he’s making it even harder to listen, and she doesn’t doubt that he would pull out and ruin another one of her orgasms, “No!” 

“Gonna flirt with waiters who wouldn’t be able to handle you?” 

“No!” She repeats, “I promise, please!” 

He looks down at her, his gaze sweeter than when they first started, his hips still pounding into her, the pressure he had on her clit unrelenting, “Okay Baby doll,” he murmurs, “Cum fo’ me.” 

She doesn’t waste anytime.

It washes over her like a tsunami tide; a white hot glow enveloping her body as she finally gets the fulfilling orgasm he’s been teasing at. Prickles of heat rush over her as she squeezes and pulses around his cock that’s still moving inside of her sensitive, drippy hole. The sound of her heartbeat is loud as a kettledrum in her ears, and distantly she can hear Harry moaning, watches as he slips out of her and runs a quick hand over his slippery prick, before he’s cumming all over her soft, warm belly. 

The both of them are breathless by the time their orgasms fade and fizzle away into exhaustion. Harry kisses at her mouth a few times, small little pecks before rubbing the tips of their noses together in such a sentimental way it makes her heart drum up again. “Le’s get you cleaned up.” He murmurs, about to peel away from her but Y/N whines. Musters all the strength left in her and grabs his bicep to keep him still. 

“Don’t leave.” She orders, almost desperately, and she hates how she gets like this after they go a little harder and a little longer than normal – all needy and whiny, but Harry said that that’s the best part to him, “Jus’ wanna sleep.” 

Harry settles back down, smiling, “Okay, okay, m’not going anywhere, Baby.” He bends over to the bedside table, plucking a few tissues off the box of kleenex so that he could wipe her stomach off, before crumbling them up and slapping them back down onto the nightstand. 

Carefully, he reaches up to her hands and unties them, slipping the silk away and rubbing at the marks on her arm. Even pulls them towards his mouth to leave light kisses all over them, “Poor thing, you were really fighting against these weren’t you?” He tuts his tongue, “M’proper good at tying knots aren’t I?” 

Y/N giggles as she nods, and as soon as Harry flops down besides her and moves his arm out so she can roll over onto it, she does. Her head at his shoulder, tangling her body up against his and still trying to catch up on her breathing. 

“When we wake up, we’re g’na take a nice warm bath,” Harry murmurs, “And I’ll make us some breakfast, before we have a nice lazy day. Sure know you’ll need one, you’re to be sore t’morrow.” 

Smiling, Y/N nods and lets her eyes flutter shut. 

It sounded perfect.