#unbuttoning your shirt and using your tie to tie his legs together ??

[minamotosousuke]

anyways I’m using my dyke powers to do a lesbian override... kou’s allowed to suffer from comp het 

[toxicanonymity]

No outbreak au where reader sends joel either nudes or a video because she's being extra bratty due to joel neglecting her for work. Cue a grumpy frustrated joel ready to come home give his girl exactly what she needs.

daddy Joel one shot

2.4k / joel miller x f!reader / master list

mood board by milla-frenchy 🖤

Summary: You've been bad. See ask.

WARNINGS: Big girthy age gap, brat-tamer-ish Joel (I do not write official kinks that follow rules), use of "daddy" and pet names, Joel is a little rough with you, hair pulling, hand swatting, manhandling, degradation, blow job, unsafe p in v, blindfold, dubcon breeding.  NO use of Y/N.

next: a day in the filth

You get bored and send Joel a sexy picture.  You don't have class and don't expect him home until 5:30 or later. He works at headquarters nearby most days. You can sometimes bait him home for lunch, but not lately, and it upsets you.  He’s working on a big project and says he just can’t get away. He’s warned you--he needs to focus.  

He texts you back. "What the hell are you doin’?" When you don't answer, he sends a video.  You squeeze your thighs together before you open it, anticipating a stern warning about what he’s gonna do to you when he gets home.  Usually, the video is from his office with the door closed.  Occasionally, it's from the bathroom if he wants to show you what you do to him instead of tell you what he'll do to you. 

When you open this video, he's standing outside in front of a chain link fence and cement is being poured in the background.  He’s wearing the shirt and tie he left home in this morning, but also a hardhat.  He has one hand on his hip with the sleeve rolled up.  "Tryin' to piss me off so I toss you around? That it, baby doll? 'Cause all ya gotta do is ask daddy real nice."  He points a finger at you.  "You better cut it out." A crane starts beeping in the background as he ends the video. 

You send your own video back. "I just miss you, Daddy." You're still on his bed, lying on your side, pouting.  Your nipples are poking through your thin, lace camisole.  Joel starts typing but stops and doesn't ever send anything.

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Around 6:00 when you hear Joel park in the driveway, you look out the window.  He comes around the front of his truck toward the house.  His face is tense, his tie has been loosened, his forearms are pumped up.  He’s unbuckling his belt as he walks, which sends a rush of need between your legs.  Downstairs, the door opens then slams shut. His boots thud across the floor until he takes them off.  As he makes his way up the stairs, his unfastened belt jingles and his feet land loudly with each step. 

The bedroom door is open.  His hands are clenched into fists when he enters and crosses the room.  As he reaches the bed, he stops and puts his hands on his hips. His body is tense. He demands, "'the hell is wrong with you?" He stands next to the bed and glowers at you as he unbuttons his pants. The intensity in his eyes goes right between your legs.  He continues, "You know how dangerous a construction site is? Gonna get me killed sendin' shit like that." 

You sit up. "Sorry, Daddy," you say quietly as you sit up. You reach out for him. "I didn't kno-" he firmly grabs your wrist then throws your hand away.  

His chest heaves. He grabs you by the hair and makes you look at him. 

"Course ya didn't. . .Don't think about anything but this cock, do ya?" 

Unsure if the question is rhetorical, you shake your head timidly, as best you can with his fist still holding your hair.

His face remains stern as he tugs you toward the edge of the bed. "On your knees." He releases your hair and you nod. 

You fall to your knees on the floor. One strap of your cami falls down, exposing your breast. You don't fix it. 

You reach for the growing bulge in his pants. He swats your hand away, then abruptly and firmly takes your chin in his hand to look up at him.  He gives you a small shake as he does it.

"Daddy's in charge. Daddy knows best." 

You nod. 

"Gonna be a patient little doll, aren't ya?"  You nod again. 

"Good girl."  He rubs the front of his pants, depriving you of feeling how hard he's getting for you.  He sucks in a chest full of air through his nose. With his free hand, he grabs your breast, pushing it and kneading it flatly into your chest. He growls.  You look straight up as he looms over you, massaging your breast and his considerable bulge at the same time. "What am I gonna do with you?" He looks you over and shakes his head in disapproval. "You're too bored, aren't ya? Lie here thinkin' about this cock all goddamn day.” You salivate watching him stroke his pants.  “I told ya, you need a hobby."

Maybe that's what you do some days--the days you don't have class. Better than being back with your family.

"I'm not bored," You shake your head. “just miss you sometimes.” 

"Now, listen. You wanna stay here? You better get pregnant or get a job. Are we clear?"

You swallow and nod hesitantly.

“Spoiled brat like you don’t want a job,” he adds.  "So I’m gonna be nice and help ya with the first option.”

He releases your breast and urgently unzips his pants. "’Cause I’ve waited long enough for it, baby. Daddy knows best." He pulls down his boxers and wraps his veiny hand around his commanding cock.   You nod.  You wet your lips and pry your eyes from his cock to meet his gaze. 

"Look at you. Already droolin', aren't ya?" His voice is dark and low. He's snarling.  "Open that dirty little mouth." You do as you're told. He puts one hand on the back of your head and steps forward to put his cock in your mouth. You long to lick and suck the tip, but you're not in charge. You open as wide as you can and he guides his cock between your lips. He keeps going until it's nearly to the back of your throat, then he lays it onto your tongue. "Go 'head, now."

You bring both your hands to his cock to hold it steady.  Having it in your mouth makes you throb with desire. You seal your lips around the smooth shaft and begin to suck. 

"Good girl."

He holds your head in both hands and guides you on his cock. You suck and lick the underside strongly. His hips rock into you.  When you try to let some of his shaft out so you can suckle on the tip, he grabs your hair as he pulls your head back toward him.  "Watch it," he says coldly. Instead, you suck from the back or your throat. The fullness of your mouth and throat prickles your eyes with tears.  You're so wet, you long to touch yourself.  You take one hand off his cock and start to reach down, but he catches your hand and brings it back to where it was.

“Nuh-uh.  Don’t you dare. Not unless Daddy says.” 

After a minute of sucking his cock, you begin to taste his precum, one of your favorite tastes in the world. He says, "That's all, baby." He takes it from your mouth and it hits your chin on its way down.  

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Joel steps out of his pants and leaves his stiff cock and balls hanging over his boxers.  You sit there on your knees awaiting instruction. He crouches down to the floor and firmly grabs you by both arms. "Get up," he growls and forces you to your feet with an emphatic shake of your arms at the end.  Then he looks you up and down and pushes you backwards onto the bed. You catch yourself with your forearms and elbows.

He wraps a big hand around his cock again and looks at your desperate, hungry face. He's still wearing his shirt and tie.  He leans over you to yank your sleep shorts down below your knees. Then steps one foot between your legs, pressing his foot down on the shorts to take them off completely.   He spreads your thighs, then kneels between them. He puts his hands down on the bed near your arms and hovers over you. His tie falls onto your chest. He supports himself with one arm while he unknots the tie, slides it out, and drops it onto the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, and you marvel at how the muscles of his supporting arm stretch the fabric. As he finishes the last button, you reach out for his bicep. 

He catches you by the wrist again.  "What are you doin?"  He throws your hand down. 

You're quiet. 

"Who’s in charge?" He stands up and takes off the button-down. Your desire throbs as his chest and biceps emerge in just a tight undershirt.

"I forgot," you say. “You just look so nice.” 

He fumes, "Forgot who’s in charge? Alright, know what?" He grabs the tie. "Let's remove temptation. C'mere. Sit up."

—-

You sit up on the bed, and he ties it as a blindfold around your eyes. “There ya go.”  His hand on your chest pushes you down on your back again. He sits up on his knees to look between your legs, and he marvels at your glistening cunt.  “Drippin’ all over the place, baby.”

He holds his massive cock above your cunt, gripping it loosely with just two fingers and a thumb on the lower half of the shaft.  He drop the smooth tip heavily onto your clit, then he rapidly moves his cock it up and down, hitting you clit and teasing you with the rhythmic contact.  You whimper, and tension swells in your abdomen.  You gasp and bite your lip.  You tilt your hips, trying to catch it with your leaking cunt.  

“Good girl,” he says, then notches it at your entrance.  He begins to push inside, and you gasp at the stretch.  He doesn’t wait.  He pushes in a little more.  Once he’s far enough in to stay in, he braces his hands on the bed above your shoulders then shoves his length into you with a drawn-out groan that makes you twitch around him before your walls have fully made room.  You can only imagine the look on his face.  He pushes furthe, as deep as he can, with all his weight behind his pelvis. Your body's still trying to catch up. "God damn," he sighs. "Loosen up for Daddy.” You try your best to relax. 

He slowly retreats then slams his thick length to the hilt with a low grunt.  "Good girl.”  He repeats the motion, sliding into you, splitting you open with the help of your ample slick. The smooth fabric of the tie feels nice, but you wish you could see how hot he looks.  His face of pleasure is one to behold. 

“Please let me see you, dadd-.”

"No," he replies coldly without hesitation. He punctuates it with a powerful thrust into your depths. “Not this time.” He pulls back most of his length.  

Your lip trembles and you bite it to keep from crying.

He sighs loudly as he fills you up again. "Keep takin' it like a good girl, and next time you can watch." 

He braces himself with a forearm on the bed near your head as he keeps pounding you. He urgently pulls down your camisole so  both your breasts are out.  He palms one hungrily as he thrusts into you and breathes heavily. He plants his mouth on your neck and sucks hard.  Then he aggressively kisses your lips and your mouth thirstily accepts his.   At this angle, he’s grinding into your clit.  Your hips lift and your back arches as he kisses you and presses against your most sensitive place with each thrust.  He feels you getting close and breaks the kiss with a moan.  

“Go ‘head, baby.   You can come.” He fills you with his cock a few more times, then you whimper as pleasure pulses outward from your clit, making you spasm around his length.  

“Oh, Daddy,” you whimper as you come.  “Ohh,” you moan. Your waves continue and your hips lift into his.  

He groans as your cunt chokes his cock.  Then his breathing becomes heavier, more desperate.   “That’s right, baby,”  he breathes.  You would give anything to see his face.  But even without the view, you can feel his climax approaching in his voice and breathing. He lays a massive hand on your lower stomach.  "Gonna fill you up,” he pants.  "Make this belly round."  He moans and his cock begins to twitch.  “Show everyone who’s Daddy’s good girl.” He slows his hips.

“Fuck,” he says between heavy breaths.  He retreats one more time then slams all the way into you and his cock begins to pulse massively.  

You moan, and your cunt twitches again.  “Oh, Daddy.”

He quickly puts you in a mating press before plunging to the hilt again, filling you with a huge load.  One more thrust as he empties his balls and you gasp and pant.  He stays in position and sighs, then begins to catch his breath.  “Good girl,”  he whispers.  “You can look now.”

You move the necktie up to your eyebrows and watch him hovering over you with his face pink, hair sticky, neck vein bulging. His eyes sparkle as he looks at you.  He lays a hand on your stomach again.  His chest is still heaving under his white understhirt, and his biceps stretch the sleeves. “Fuck, you’re pretty,” he says.  “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” he laughs.  His face darkens.  “‘specially if you don’t stop textin’ dirty when I’m workin’.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” you whisper earnestly.

“I forgive you. Know why?”

“Why”

“‘Cause you took this cock so good.” He rocks his hips into you one last time, making you gasp as he pushes his cum deeper.  Then he very slowly pulls out.  He puts a big pillow under your butt. “Don’t you move, now. ” He lays down next to you on the bed, head in his hand, and watches you look at him with affection.  He kisses your cheek and says, "that's my girl." He gently strokes your chest and fondles your breasts, occasionally kissing you. 

"Are you still mad," you ask. 

"I don't think I can stay mad at ya, baby." He closes his eyes and kisses you long and deep. “Take my cock too good."

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[l1tw1ck]

bottom!ftm!camboy!Hajime Hinata x top!male!teacher!reader

[Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Hypnotism, Recording, Teacher/Student, Daddy Kink, Nipple Play, Creampie

Hajime suddenly stops in his tracks, successfully hypnotized by you. You've been watching his live streams for a while and you recently found out that he's your very own student. You decided to take advantage of that. “From now on, you’ll do whatever I say.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He says, almost robotically.

After getting Hajime to log into his account, you started up his stream. He's sitting on his desk and looking up at you and your phone camera with a dazed expression. He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants when you ask him to. “Shit, you didn't wear any underwear?” You look at his pretty cunt in awe. He shakes his head. “Spread your legs and touch yourself.” You order. He does exactly that, sliding two of his fingers into his warm cunt. You watch him whilst using your free hand to jerk off. You look over to read the chat, most of the viewers are wondering who you are and why Hajime revealed his face. They also think he seems off. Hajime moans softly, getting close to an orgasm. “Faster.” You say. His moans increase as he speeds up his pace. Moments later, he's squirting. He doesn't stop fingering himself until you tell him to.

Hajime looks up at you, now lying down on the desk with his legs raised in the air. He’s completely unaware of the situation he's in. You slowly sink your cock into his wet pussy, taking in the wonderful feeling of being inside him. “God, you're tight, Hajime. I guess none of those dildos were big enough to prepare you for me, huh?” You look at his flushed face then down at his chest, his hard nipples poking through his shirt. “Unbutton your shirt.”

Hajime quickly opens up his shirt, his tie falling in between his chest. “Play with your tits.”

He holds his tits in his palms and uses his thumbs and index fingers to play with his nipples. You start slowly fucking him right after you bottom out inside him, too impatient to care about him. Hajime lets out the cutest moans, squeezing your cock like he doesn't want you to leave. You pick up the pace, roughly fucking him. He can't help but cry out in pleasure, coming for a second time. His enjoyment is clearly painted on his face but his eyes show that he's not all there.

Just as you come inside him, you say the command that snaps him out of his haze. Hajime quickly comes to and analyzes the situation before him. You look down at him with a smile. He feels himself getting aroused as he pieces everything together. His teacher, someone he finds very attractive, was fucking him. “..Can I have more?” He asks, wanting to go another round now that he's actually conscious.

[foxaftershocks]

I don’t know if you write smut and this is my first time ever requesting it so I’m a bit shy about it but if you do could you maybe write a sequel to “A Chance Encounter” where Lars gets the ‘reward’ they were talking about lol.

Don't be shy about it. Smut is fun! I hope you enjoy what I wrote.

The walk home felt as if it went on for about a thousand years. You were so aware of his hands on you, brushing over the bare skin of your hand, resting on your hip, fingers tangling with yours. His gaze was heavy when they rested on you. Luxuriating in the feeling of his unhidden desire, you slowed your pace, wondering if the anticipation would only make the whole thing sweeter.

He took the keys from you, opening the door to your apartment. The door shut and the electricity that had been building reached a crescendo. He reached for you, bruised knuckles brushing the apple of your cheek. You didn’t even have to think twice, reaching up, fingers curling around the back of his neck.

“Are you sure you want your reward now, ghost boy?” you asked.

“I’ve earned it,” he replied, dipping his head towards you.

Clearly he was still heated, that first kiss full of fire. He wanted you, that much was clear. He pulled you closer, no build up, kissing you so deeply he stole your breath. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair, blond curls there for you to tug on.

He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist. His hands on your body was always addictive, making your thoughts spiral. You loved when you were above him, leaning down to kiss him, used to being so much shorter in comparison.

Anticipation had been curling in your stomach the entire way home, the fierce look in his eye making heat melt through your veins. From the moment he’d thrown that punch, defending your honour, you’d wanted to get your hands on him and reward him for all you were worth.

He stumbled towards the couch, lips trailing down your neck. The little noise you made in the back of your throat only seemed to spur him on. He growled into your skin as he sat. Your knees fell either side of his hips, straddling his lap, feeling him beginning to harden beneath you.

Grinding down, his throaty groan was music to your ears. His hands slid up, pushing past the hem of your shirt, seeking out warm skin with calloused fingertips. Your lips were on his, tongues brushing together, exploring his mouth deeper as your hips rocked against him. He dragged his hands up, along your spine, taking moment after moment to make you shiver.

Your fingers tugged on his hair. Teeth nipped at your lower lip. Kissing Lars was one of the joys of your life. He always did it with enthusiasm and a thoroughness that came from his need to be perfect. Where he had been unsure at the beginning of your relationship, his confidence had grown when it came to making you melt.

Sliding your hands down, you were slow as you unbuttoned his shirt, tie loosened and flung to the side. Chasing each newly exposed bit of skin with your lips, he lent back, letting you map his skin with your lips. Tongue darting out, you tasted his skin, the salt and the warmth addictive. His fingers were tracing patterns on the skin of your back and his eyes were at half mast.

You pushed the shirt from his shoulders, his skin soft against your palms. Touching him felt like a privilege. You lent forward again, teeth closing around his earlobe, tugging on it. He groaned, soft in your ear, hands pressing into your spine to bring you closer. Your lips trailed down his neck again, finding where his pulse pounded against your kisses.

“Fuck, love,” tumbled from his lips.

You could feel his length pressing against you. You rocked against it, chasing friction for the throbbing between your legs. Pleasure was pooling and you wanted him in every way possible. But tonight wasn’t about you. It was his reward, not yours.

One large hand cupped your cheek, pulling you back into a kiss. Your hands were on his skin and you were rocking against him, wanting to feel all of him beneath you. Sucking your lower lip into his mouth, you moaned. His hips pressed up, finding your heat.

His fingers were fast as they tugged your shirt over your head, hands cupping your breasts. Your head fell back as played with your tits, fingers finding hardening nipples through your bra. He lent forward, tugging one cup down, lips closing over the hardened peak. The man had a smart mouth, his skill with it not kept purely to wicked words.

“Want this off,” he mumbled against your skin.

Hands reached around unhooking, giving him unfettered access to your breasts. His mouth was hot against you, sucking as one hand played with the other nipple. You were arching into him, offering yourself to him, wanting him to consume you. Your fingers were buried in his hair, urging him on as you moaned his name.

“Want you so fucking much,” he groaned.

He kissed across your chest, giving attention to the other nipple. Your hips were rocking again, grinding down on the hard length beneath you. He was moaning into your skin. You looked down, catching blue eyes already looking up at you. They were molten, simmering with heat, smouldering as he gave a harsh suck. The cocky bastard knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You loved it.

You dragged him back to you, kissing him, your tongue in his mouth and your moans muffled. His hands replaced his mouth, continuing to play with you, circling and squeezing and rolling your nipples. You wanted him closer.

You slipped off his lap, fingers reaching for his belt buckle. On knees, between his legs, you stroked his length through his trousers. His hips pressed up into your touch. Freeing him from his trousers, you took him in your hand, giving a slow stroke. Precum leaked from the tip.

The way he hissed your name as your thumb circled over the head was addictive. His fingers wound through your hair, half lid eyes watching you. You lent forward, tongue giving a small kitten lick to the tip, tasting the salt of him.

“Oh, fuck, love,” he groaned.

You looked up at him again, tongue dragging over your lower lip. You held his gaze for a moment, breathless anticipation hanging in the air. With deliberate movements, you licked him from root to tip. His hips jutted up towards you, a wordless plea for more.

Wrapping your lips around him, you were slow to take him in. His fingers tightened in your hair, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. Drawing back, tongue pressing against that spot under the head at drove him wild. His hips rose to meet you as you slid your lips down again, taking him as deeply as you could.

“Have I told you how perfect you are?” he asked, voice strained.

You hummed around him, watching the way his head fell back, fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you. Your cheeks hollowed, tongue teasing him. Worshipping him was the easiest thing in the world, and you could do it for hours on end if he let you. You were slow with him, taking your time, wanting him to feel every single moment of pleasure. It was his reward, after all. He should be able to enjoy all of it.

Touching him was one of the greatest pleasures in life. Warm skin beneath your palms, mouth working him, cupping and tugging and skimming fingertips until he was making those whining noises that were like a drug to you.

The fingers in your hair dragged you off him, pulling you up until you were back in his lap. Cheeks flushed and eyes dark, he kissed you until flames were consuming you and you were nothing but want. His hands ran down your spine, leaving your nerves lit up in their wake. His hands grasped your ass, pushing you against him until you hissed.

“This is your reward, ghost boy,” you said into his mouth.

“Don’t care,” he growled, “want you.”

You stood, long enough to strip your trousers from your legs, flinging them to one side. He shuffled his down his legs. Fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you closer again, right between his legs. You lent down, kissing him until your head turned dizzy.

“One moment.”

You stepped back, disappearing into the darkness of the bedroom. With the ghost of a memory, you picked your way across the room, rifling through the bedside drawer. Returning, you tossed the condom at him. He didn’t hesitate, tearing the packaging open. You took it from his hands, slow to roll it down his leaking erection, stroking over the hardened length until his hands had grabbed you, pulling you back onto his lap.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked as his lips trailed over your skin.

You huffed a soft chuckle, letting yourself arch into him, grinding unforgivingly against him, the hot throbbing between your legs driving you crazy. His hands kept stroking over your skin, touching you in every way you would allow and when he looked at you it was like he couldn’t believe you were there with him. That you were allowing him to have you. That somehow he’d gotten luckier than he ever could have believed he would be.

“Lars, please,” you begged, needing him inside you.

“Say it again,” he growled, pressing you more insistently against him.

“Please,” you whined.

He lifted you, lining himself up with your entrance. You pushed down, slow, taking him within you, an almost sob coming out with the relief of the feeling. You paused, adjusting to the feeling. His eyes caught yours, holding you there, lips kiss stung and eyes molten.

“You’re wonderful,” he praised, “you feel so good.”

In response you began to move, rising until he was barely in you before you lowered again. The soft groan that came from him was music to your ears. Doing it again, you lingered at the height of your movement. His fingers dug into your hips and pulled you down, his own hips rising to meet you.

“So good,” he groaned again.

You pace increased, watching the way his face changed. Pleasure rippled out and you felt the need to kiss him again. Biting down on the full lower lip that had been tempting you for so long, he gripped you harder.

“Can’t believe anyone would give this up,” he groaned, hands sliding around your body, cupping your breasts again. Thumbs flicking over hardened nipples before he began to roll them between thumb and forefinger.

“Lars,” you moaned, “fuck.”

Your head fell back, his name sweet on your tongue. He lent forward, sucking one into his mouth as you continued to bounce on his cock.

“Never going to let you go,” he mumbled into your skin, “mine. All mine.”

You dragged him back into a kiss, muffling your moans into his mouth. You could feel it, when he began to get close, the way his body began to tighten beneath you. One hand travelled down your body, dipping between your legs. His finger drew tight circles over your clit as he continued to pound into you. Reaching further, deeper in you, over and over he hit that spot within you only he had ever been able to find.

You weren’t in control of your body any more, moving on instinct. Chasing your pleasure, desperate to give him his, it was nothing but rutting against him.

He came, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he tried to muffle himself, going rigid beneath you. You made a high keening noise, continuing to move against him. His fingers were still moving over the bundle of nerves between your thighs even as he began to catch his breath.

His name was long and drawn out as your own pleasure crashed into you. Your internal walls were clamping down on him, keeping him within you. The way you kissed him was sloppy, tongue and teeth and mumbled praise.

You slumped against him, face coming to rest against his neck. His hand was stroking along your spine, the other arm curled around your waist, keeping you in place. You placed slow kisses along the skin in front of you, pressing closer as the chill of the air began to penetrate the cloud of pleasure you’d found yourself in.

“I’ve hurt you,” he said.

His thumb brushed over the imprint of his teeth on your shoulder. You looked down at it.

“It was kinda hot,” you said, “you’ve marked me. Everyone will know I’m yours.”

“And are you?” He looked up into your face, emotionally open, almost vulnerable, “mine, that is.”

“I’m completely yours,” you said, sitting up properly again.

Cupping both of his cheeks, you forced him to continue to look at you. His lips ticked up into a small smile, and you found yourself smiling back at him.

“Of course I’m yours, ghost boy,” you said.

“And I’m yours,” he said, softening before your eyes.

The way you kissed him this time was sweeter, softer, full of so much more emotion.

“So, did you enjoy your reward, ghost boy?” you asked when you drew away.

“I don’t know,” he said, “you might have to try again.”

You shoved his shoulder but you were laughing and his eyes were twinkling.

“Asshole,” you laughed.

You wondered if maybe he liked the name calling because the way he looked at you was with reverence. Like you were something wonderful he’d caught in the circle of his arms. It made you soften, knowing how safe you were with him, how he wasn’t going to hurt you like your asshole ex had.

“You know I always enjoy it with you,” he said, catching your chin.

When he kissed you, you melted against him, knowing this time was so different because he was so different. He was so much better.

[heeverseblog]

what my girl wants, my girl gets (lhs)

pairing: boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader

summary: you and heeseung have been living together two months and you couldn’t help but want his touch. luckily, your boyfriend was glad to help you in fulfilling your sexual fantasies.

genre: SMUT (MDNI i'm begging you)

warnings: masturbating (female reader), unprotected sex (but of course practice safe sex irl people!!!) fingering, oral (female receiving), reader has sexual fantasies and has a slight praise kink (?), y/n and heeseung saying “fuck” lots of times

note: the transitions and dividing of the scenes are bad ngl

*read more under the cut*

waking up in the morning with heeseung beside you was something you never thought would happen.

four months ago, you and heeseung have been talking about moving in together since you always drop by his place or vice versa. and in most cases, you miss each other a lot and don’t get to see each other often due to personal schedules.

so when both of you can finally afford your own place, both of you agreed to share rent in the apartment you’re living in right now.

and you couldn’t stop thinking how right you were in moving in with your boyfriend.

you brush your finger on heeseung face, tracing the bridge of his nose that you loved so much. heeseung scrunched his forehead and slowly opened his eyes, seeing your finger caress his face. he turns to your side and kisses your forehead.

“good morning,” he says with a groggy voice that sent chills down your spine until it went down your pussy. you try your best to maintain a sweet, innocent smile and hugging heeseung by his chest, pretending it’s not anything sexual but really, you’ve been craving for his touch for so long.

“my girlfriend is clingy,” heeseung teases and you look up at him and gave him your annoyed face.

“how about i make us some breakfast?”

“bacon and eggs?” you ask while pouting.

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

the sentence just made your pussy ache more but heeseung has always had a way in flirting with you or giving you praise.

you kiss heeseung by the cheek before he pulls himself up and leaves you in your bed.

you lie back down and recall the day you first felt neediness.

it was the day heeseung got home from work and he was loosening his tie quickly and unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt. he didn't do it on purpose but him slowly taking off his clothes made you feel sexually aroused.

so…you’re not the kind to have dirty thoughts but ever since that happened, you’ve been dreaming of how heeseung would be if you ever had sex.

there were times that you’d wake up with wet panties and you silently hoped heeseung didn’t catch you or else it’ll be an embarrassing moment for you.

now that you’ve become a girl with sexual needs, you’d search for porn sites and end up touching yourself in the bathroom before heeseung would come home. it was the only way to satisfy your cravings in a way.

though you still craved for heeseung but you just didn’t know how to tell him.

***

you were in the shower listening to some chase atlantic songs. you had a tiring day from work and you needed to release your frustrations.

you inserted your fingers in your pussy, digging them deep and you circle your clit. suddenly, the thought of heeseung taking you from behind while showering made you feel more wet.

“h-heeseung…”

you fasten your pace and kept circling your bud. the feeling and your thoughts were making you shake your legs. you placed your hand on the shower wall and kept rubbing yourself until you felt yourself cum on your fingers.

after drying yourself and putting on some clothes, you got out of the bathroom, still drying your hair with a towel.

you opened the door to you and heeseung's shared bedroom and surprised to find your boyfriend starting to undress himself.

“y-your home early.”

“my boss said we can go home.”

it suddenly felt like déjà vu with heeseung untying his tie then unbuttons the three buttons of his shirt. when you thought you were done with your orgasm, you felt your pussy becoming more wet thanks to the scene in front of you and your sexual fantasies of heeseung railing you.

“chase atlantic, huh?”

oh shit.

“it's not your usual playlist.”

heeseung says while continuing to unbutton his shirt. the sight of his bare back was making you hard to breathe. you turn around, drying your hair again to pretend you weren’t nervous.

“my friend at work recommended their songs to me so…”

you say as you sat on the edge of the bed with your back facing at heeseung’s direction.

“you take long in using the bathroom these days.”

you breathe in and out, and talk trying not to sound nervous, “i…i’ve been stressed and tired. needed to relax so…yeah.”

“but…i’m here.”

you hear heeseung whine, visualizing that he is pouting right now. and when you turn around, you were right. and damn he’s not wearing a shirt right now. nevertheless , you set your sexual thoughts aside.

“you’re right.”

you open your arms to heeseung and he walked to you, kneeling to reach your level before giving you a hug.

you wrapped around heeseung’s bare upper figure. unintentionally, you ended up sniffing his neck where you burried your face in.

you hear heeseung laugh and you pull up, “what’s funny?”

heeseung shakes his head while biting his lip, “nothing, it’s just…”

you shiver when heeseung places his hands down to your waist and they travel inside your shirt.

“you’re so cute when you get turned on.”

you blink your eyes.

wait.

you pull away from the hug and see heeseung with a smug on his face.

“you were sleep talking the other night. you kept calling my name and then you…”

heeseung looks down and you follow his gaze. our eyes grew when it landed on his crotch, realizing you might have humped him on your sleep.

“s-so…you heard me in the bathroom…a while ago?”

heeseung was still wearing a smug on his face and you knew that he knows about your sexual fantasies about him.

you groan, “let’s break up!”

you shut your eyes at the realization. just as you feared, heeseung finally knew your dirty little secret.

“oh god, this is embarrassing!”

you cover your hands as you continue whining but heeseung only laughed at your reaction.

“don’t laugh! this is exactly why i didn’t tell you.”

“babe, babe.”

heeseung holds your hands, brushing his thumbs on each of them.

“don’t be embarrassed about it.” 

you still couldn’t take your hands off from your face. first, you’re embarrassed. second, you’ve only been dating for six months and heeseung might think you’re only looking for sex. third, you were sexually fantasizing about your boyfriend that he might think you’re some perv.

heeseung leans forward and captures your lips. you kissed back and hold the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. you inhaled through your nose for air then let out a whimper as you exhaled.

heeseung opens his mouth, moaning at the sound you just let out. you took this a chance to insert your tongue until you felt his tongue battling with yours.

“y/n…”

hearing heeseung moan your name made you want him more. but you were also nervous that maybe heeseung didn’t want this and only said yes because of you. You stopped your movements and heeseung looked at you, worried.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“i just…are you sure?”

“i’ve been thinking about it too.”

you suddenly shot your head up and removed your hands from your face.

“w-what?”

heeseung holds your face, “how could i not when you’re all i think about?” he adds, “and i want it to be with you.”

this time, heeseung kissed you harder and both of you were catching your breaths. you grabbed him closer and pulled him until you were lying down on the bed with heeseung on top of you.

“now, what does my girl want?”

“i want you to…eat me out. touch me. fuck me.”

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

heeseung starts going down on you. you sit up and bite your lips as you see heeseung kneeling in front of you.

“gonna take these off okay?”

you nod and you stood up a little to help heeseung in taking your bottoms off. once your shorts and underwear were on the ground, heeseung looks at you with lust.

you sat down again on the bed and slowly watch as heeseung leans his face forward on your pussy.

you breathed out as you feel heeseung kissing your pussy. he was kissing it like it was your lips. the longer he did it, the more aroused you felt. then he began sucking you and took your clit whole like a lollipop and you started letting out breathy moans.

you grip one hand at the edge of the bed while the other is on top of heeseung’s head. you throw your head back as heeseung alternates his movements of kissing, sucking, and licking your clit.

“how does my girl feel?”

“s-so good…ah!”

heeseung’s pace quickens and you threw your head back again. you let out choked moans before screaming. your legs were starting to shake that heeseung had to hold your thighs down.

minutes later, you felt your pussy dripping but heeseung was still there, eating and licking every last bit of you while you grip his hair.

you never thought that you’d live to see heeseung’s silver hair in between your thighs. the sight was so arousing and beautiful to see.

“you taste so good,” heeseung mumbles as he continues to suck your clit.

you push your hips forward, wanting more even if you were dripping so bad, the sheets were starting to stain.

“f-fuck, heeseung!”

you heeseung groan and this time, he inserted used his fingers to massage your clit, circling it and you moaned when more essence came out of you.

“t-that’s good…”

you lie down at the bed, arching your back as you placed your hand inside your shirt to touch your breast.

you screamed more when heeseung places his fingers inside your hole and sucks your clit again.

“oh my god!”

heeseung kept pushing his fingers in and out of you, that it made you see stars. you tried standing up by supporting yourself using your elbows. your boyfriend looked so focus as he was watching your cunt dripping. the sight made you throw your head back and held heeseung’s wrist as you followed the direction of his movement.

your legs were shaking and your pussy was exploding but heeseung was so adamant to make you drip endlessly.

“i’m so close—FUCK!”

heeseung pulls his fingers in and out fast while eating you. minutes later, you came on boyfriend’s face. you were panting and brushing your hands on heeseung’s hair.

when he lifts his face up, you liked the sight of your essence on his nose and chin. you immediately pulled him and kisses him with an open mouth, groaning when you tasted yourself.

“we’re not done yet.”

heeseung grabbed your ankles and tossed you in the bed. you took off your shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor.

you eye heeseung taking his pants off before crawling on the bed. you open your legs, still feeling your cum dripping from your pussy.

when heeseung kneels in front of you, you whisper, “let me ride you.”

without hesitation, heeseung grabs the back of your knees and you wrap your legs on his waist.

you moan when you felt heeseung’s hard member under you.

“you ready?”

heeseung asks you and you nod. he lifts you up and positions his dick in your hole.

as you sink down, you moan as you let yourself take in heeseung slowly. he let out a moan too, making you feel less worried that it was only you who can feel him. your hole was sucking heeseung’s dick that it motivated you to begin moving.

you slowly bounced up and down, throwing your head back. feeling heeseung’s dick inside you was a dream come true. hearing him groan at your tightness was music to your ears.

heeseung was looking down, seeing how both of you are taking each other so well. the sight of you bouncing on him was something he didn’t know he would find addicting to look at.

“you’re s-so big.”

“y/n, you feel so good.”

you continue bouncing up and down faster that heeseung threw his head back at the head board. heeseung holds your back and rolls his tongue on your nipples that made you moan louder.

“g-god!”

your thighs were becoming tired but you haven’t reached your high yet.

“heeseung?” you say as you slowed down your movements.

“yes, babe?”

“can you…fuck me from behind?”

“fuck yes.”

swiftly, your stomach is now flat on the bed. you moaned when heeseung inserted his dick you without a warning.

“heeseung…you feel so good…”

you say as you grip your hands on the pillow. every time heeseung moved his hips forward, you’d moan until you rolled your eyes at the pleasure he was giving you.

“am i making your dreams come true?” 

“yes! oh god yes!”

heeseung leaned down, biting your ear and grabbing one of your nipples to play with. you instantly felt your pussy getting wetter.

“my girl is taking me so well.”

you hide your face on the pillow under you and bite it. you’ve been thinking that this feeling was so sensational but really, it was heaven and euphoric. your fantasies were becoming a reality and your boyfriend was so willing in making it come true.

“o-oooh!”

“feel good?”

you nod your head vigorously, “s-so good!”

“faster, heeseung!”

hearing your request, heeseung pounds you faster and you threw your head back, not minding if the stretch of your neck was hurting you. you forced to turn your head to face heeseung whose eyes were shut and moaning along with you.

“hee?” you tried to talk with a breathy, choked moan.

“yes, baby?”

“kiss me, please.”

heeseung leans down and kisses you, both of you trying to catch each other’s lips. you scrunched your forehead when you can feel heeseung’s cum starting to drip down from him.

“let’s cum together.”

you nod your head and heeseung pushes himself into you again and both of you were left a moaning mess.

you let out continuous screams as your body rocked back and forth along with heeseung’s movements. heeseung held your hand gripping on the mattress and you locked your fingers with his.

when both of you came, heeseung placed his face on your nape and kissed it as both of you slowed down. both of you were panting and heeseung kissed your shoulders to soothe you down. when he pulled out, only did you feel the burning feeling in your butt and in your hole.

you felt heeseung lie down beside you but your stomach was still lying flat on the mattress. heeseung hugs you and gives your bare back many kisses and the feeling was ticklish, it made you giggle.

you turn around to face heeseung and like you, he was a mess. a beautiful mess. his hair was all wet and some got into his sweaty forehead. you couldn’t help it so you lunged forward and grabbed heeseung’s face to kiss him. you opened your mouth in the kiss that heeseung followed. you were basically eating each other’s faces.

“y/n, y/n—”

heeseung held your shoulders and you giggled at his protests.

“what?” you say while giggling.

“nothing. just…that was amazing.”

you smile, brushing the hair blocking his eyes, “you were too.”

“didn’t know my girlfriend can be so wild.”

you slapped his chest and laughs at your reaction.

“you were too!”

you yelped when heeseung turned both of you around with him on top of you.

“see what i mean,” you say, raising your eyebrow at him.

“and i can be that again.”

heeseung leans closer to your face, “should we do another round?”

one of your imaginations include heeseung asking you for another round until both of you fucked each other’s brains out.

“yes, please.”

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

without warning, heeseung inserted his dick inside you and left you screaming the entire night.

[egotisticaleverything]

Good boy

Gideon Graves x F!Reader

WARNINGS/CONTAINS: dom/sub dynamic, sub! Gideon, dom! Reader, praise, degradation, name calling, swearing, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulated Gideon, begging, slight description of blood, oral (F receiving), face sitting, mentions of collars, light bondage, reader being a BITCH, P in V sex, PORN WITHOUT PLOT !!

AUTHORS NOTE: I’m BACK and better than ever, I’ve gotten tons of requests for subby Gideon so I might aswell deliver on all of those in one go !! This is also very self indulgent because I’ve always had a thing for subby guys tbh.. NSFW below the cut (as always) ENJOYY !

“Please…” the desperate man sunk to his knees, gripping at my leg “pleasepleaseplease- I-I’ll do anything! I’ll be a good boy okay- you won’t even need to use the collar please-” Gideon pressed his head into the side of my leg, pulling at the sheer leggings I had on under my dress.

“You’re going to rip my tights get off me.” I kick him off me in one sharp motion, causing him to stumble back and let out a loud whine “good boys don’t embarrass me like you did” I scoff turning around and starting to walk off,

“Please- please god I’m sorry, please please forgive me baby I need you-“

knowing he was about to get up I stop myself and say- “stay on your knees. If you want me, crawl.” Before turning around and folding my arms over my chest,

“I-…Yes ma’am” he complies, making his way towards me and stopping at my feet to look up at me with puppy eyes.

“Someone’s finally learning to behave hmm?” I place a hand under his chin, guiding him to look up at me “god you’re pathetic”

He nods, leaning into my touch “please- please I’m nothing without you~ my love please-“

“What is it? Use your words Gideon.” I spit out, tightening my grip on his jaw,

“Pleasepleaseplease fuck me-“ he whines, almost clawing at my dress as the scrapes on his knees from the hard wooden floors begin to bleed and stain his expensive pants.

“God you’re fucking desperate,” I grab him by the tie, dragging him to the couch “you are gonna behave, okay? I’m gonna ride your fucking face until I cum then, and only then I’ll ride you for as long as I want, understand?”

He nods frantically as I throw him down on the couch,

“That means you’re gonna have to be a good boy hmm? Lie down you pathetic piece of shit.” I shove him down onto his back,

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou-“ he whimpers as I take off my tights and underwear and he places his glasses on the coffee table,

I get onto the couch, knees on each side of his head “ready?” I ask and he nods again

“Please” he whines, grabbing at my thighs.

“God you’re needy-“ I lower myself down onto his face and almost immediately feel the vibrations from his drawn out groan travel through my body as I do so, his tongue instantly darts to my wet folds as his hands grip my hips to bring me closer, I begin riding his face as his nose begins to bump against my clit, I tangle my hands in his hair. “Fuck- Gideon- good boy… mh-!” I groan as I slowly approach my climax, I speed up and Gideon’s grip on my thighs tighten as they clench around his head. I throw my head back in ecstasy letting out a loud groan, as Gideon continues to eat me through my high.

I pull myself off his face and look at the mess I created as he attempts to catch his breath, I slowly bring myself down to straddle his hips and unbuttoning his shirt as I go. I take his tie as I undo it and grab his wrists bonding them together as he lets out a whine in response.

“You’re lucky I even let you hold my thighs you desperate prick” I scoff, shoving his hands behind his head

“Yes ma’am… sorry ma’am” he whimpers

“Good boy” I leave a small peck on the side of his mouth, slowly trailing down his chest “keep behaving, m’kay?” I tilt my head teasingly

“Mhm!” He nods desperately as I unbutton his pants and palm him through his boxers,

“God you really are pitiful…” I chuckle darkly as I haul down his pants swiftly moving to position myself above his erect cock,

“Please- I’ve been trying to be good for you please I’ve behaved and-and done everything you asked” Gideon began to ramble in desperation as I hovered above him “god please- I’ll do anything, god I’ll buy you anything if that’s what you want- I’ll have everyone I embarrassed you in front of killed so no one knows what happened- god I’ll do anything I’ll give you anything-“ his monologue was cut off by me lowering myself onto his cock, causing him to let out a loud moan, his hands still bonded by his tie as his back arched in pleasure.

“God you’re so pent up it’s laughable” I place my hand on his chest and begin to move and gain a pattern, Gideon’s eyes squeeze shut as his breath becomes heavier along with his hands becoming fidgety.

“Please- holy-holy fuck please I need to touch you” he begs as I pick up my pace,

“Maybe you could touch me if you weren’t such an embarrassment to me today…” I spit slightly angry “now for the last time” I suddenly slow down to a painful pace “behave.” He whines and I speed back up

“F-fuck- oh fuck- ‘m gonna cumm-“ he sputters out as his back arches forward again “please c-can I cum-?” He mewls out

“I don’t know.. can you?” I tease

“F-fuck- m-may I cum?” He cries defeated “please please- I’m fucking desperate I need to cum in you-ah” his eyes roll back in his head as his body stiffens and I feel his warm release seeping inside of me,

“Good boy, using his words” I tease as I continue to ride him, not caring to slow down the pace.

“Fuck s-slow down for a sec” he complains “please m-s-sensitive..!” He cries as I speed up,

“I told you-I’m gonna keep goin’” I whisper into his ear mockingly, seconds later his second release occurs as he lets out an ear piercing whine.

“Please I can’t- I’m sorry I can’t not anymore-“ he starts tearing up “s’too much-!”

“Gideon- fuckin close just- just shut up” I grip his shoulders, nails scratching at his pale skin as I continue my frantic movements, leading up to my climax.

“F-FUU-uUCK-..!” Gideon practically screams out my name as his third orgasm destroys him, his body shudders as the teary eyes had turned to full cries of pleasurable torture as the blubbering man below me practically sobbed in painful ecstasy, seconds later I came to my climax shuddering and collapsing onto his chest as we both struggled to catch our breath.

“Am I forgiven?” He chuckles

“Maybe”

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[blueicequeen19]

Tag Team

Warnings: dub-con with JB & JJ, restraints, orgasm denial, over stimulation, use of toys 🔥

I read the text again from John B, telling me to meet him at the Chateau well past midnight. We'd been messing around for a while and my body was excited. The anticipation was killing me. We'd done everything except fuck and I don't think I can wait any longer. I knew what he was packing and I was desperate to feel it inside me. My pussy pulses as I step inside the dark house. That was weird. He always left a light on for me.

"John B?" I call out his name just as he emerges from the hallway, his expression blank. A small smirk plays at my lips as I stop in front of him, resting my hands on his chest.

"Why is it dark in here?" I whisper, leaning up to kiss him. He lets me, not kissing me back.

"Are you scared?" John B murmurs, his hands finding my waist and pulling me closer. I kiss him again and he licks his lips.

"What's going on? Why won't you kiss me?" I scoff, my body suddenly on high alert. He gives a small smile before cupping my face and kissing me softly. I reach down and palm his cock through his shorts as he backs me up towards the kitchen table.

"Strip." John B says in a husky voice, his cock growing in my hand. I quickly kick my sandals off and bare myself for him. He spins me around and pushes me to bend over the table. My legs shake in anticipation as his warm hands slide down my back and over the swell of my ass, squeezing as he goes.

"John B." I moan his name as his fingers glide over my pussy in a light teasing touch.

"Such a pretty pussy." I hear him murmur. "I want to tie you up so you can't escape me. Is that okay?" He asks, using two fingers to circle my clit. I buck and moan as I nod desperately.

"Please, John B. Please touch me." I moan as he ties my legs open with soft rope to the legs of the table. He moves in front of me with more rope in his hands.

"Keep begging. I love hearing you beg for me." John B murmurs, carefully tying my wrists together then securing them to another leg of the table. I was stretched tightly, unable to move or escape him. He could use me anyway he wanted like this. I was so wet.

"John B, please, use me. I need you." I gasp, hunger running through my veins. He slowly unbuttons his colorful button up, revealing delicious abs and light chest hair.

"Is this what you want?" John B whispers, dropping his shirt to the floor as he teases me.

"More." I plead, watching as he strokes himself through his shorts. He was so hard.

"Are you my good little slut? Do you want me to fuck your pussy or your mouth?" John B rasps, that voice making me shudder.

"Both." I cry, licking my lips as he unzips his shorts and pulls himself free. His cock was beautiful and hard with a slight curve. Begging for attention.

"You need all your pretty holes filled?" John B whispers, stroking himself just inches from my mouth. My mouth was practically watering with the need to taste him. I nod. A wicked grin forms across his face as he bends at the waist so we're eye level.

"Did you think we wouldn't find out?" His voice is low, eyes ablaze as I try to wrap my mind around what he just said. We?

I yelp in surprise when another set of hands grab my ass, digging in their fingers as another clothed cock is pressed against my pussy.

"Did you think you could play us both?" My eyes widen at the sound of JJ's voice, his hands sliding up and down my body. Panic started to set in as I yank on my restraints. I was trapped and exposed to them. Both of them. They were both here. They figured it out.

"You tricked me." I say breathlessly as I glare up at John B. They both laugh.

"Tricked you? We're going to give you what you want, slut. We're going to fill all your little holes with our cum. We're going to use you how you've been using us." John B smiles as JJ molds himself to my back, kissing and biting my skin. My body was buzzing. I was so turned on I could hardly breathe.

"But we're going to have a little fun first." JJ growls, retreating back down my body and I hear him drop to the floor. A second later his mouth is on my pussy. I cry out as he devours me, thrusting his tongue inside me then sucking on my clit.

"We're going to leave you like this for a while. Leaving you wanting and desperate for release." John B says but I can't focus on his words. My body is trembling uncontrollably as JJ eats my pussy. The man could use his tongue. My orgasm was so close. So close. My toes start to curl, my body growing taunt when he stops. I cry out in frustration as JJ laughs, getting to his feet.

"Poor little slut. So desperate to be filled." I gasp when JJ's thick cock presses against my pussy, coating himself in my arousal.

"We will fill you. Eventually." John B swipes his thumb over my parted lips then shoves two fingers to the back of my throat. "Suck." He demands. I close my mouth around his digits as JJ thrusts against my slit, letting his head catch but never going inside. I'm becoming a wet, blubbering mess as they tease me. I use my eyes to silently beg but John B doesn't care as he keeps making me gag on his fingers.

"God, she's so wet." JJ growls behind me, the head suddenly catching my entrance and I moan loudly.

"Don't fuck her. Not yet." John B snaps, making JJ growl in frustration. I wiggle my ass in a desperate plea but JJ laughs, slapping my ass hard.

"Just the tip, then I'll stop."

"JJ." John B warns, removing his fingers from my mouth like he'll have to physically stop JJ. I could feel JJ's cock pulsing against my pussy. His restraint was wavering. I wiggle my hips again and JJ slaps my ass, pulling his cock away with a curse. Tears start to fall from my eyes when I hear him spit between my cheeks and his finger is pressing against my asshole. I tense but I can't pull away.

"What's wrong, slut? You didn't think this hole was off the table did you?" JJ taunts, pushing a thick finger in without much warning. I cry out. God, it hurts. It burns. But as soon as he starts to pump it slowly, I'm on the brink of cumming again.

"She likes that."

"I know she does." JJ stops again and I sob, my body starting to hurt from the restraints. John B lowers himself in front of me so we're eye level, wiping my tears while JJ rummages around behind me. What was he doing?

"What was your goal? Ruin our friendship? Did you think we'd fight over pussy?" John B says, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip.

"It is a nice pussy." I hear JJ say as something small and oblong suddenly ran through my slit. I jump, panic setting in again. I open my mouth to make a smart comment when the toys comes to life, vibrating me to my core. I scream and my panties are suddenly shoved in my mouth at the same time the toy is pushed inside me. It's curved and a piece on the outside is pressed directly against my clit. I cum hard and fast from the sudden stimulation, my whole body convulsing despite their taunting laughter. If this is how I die, I'll take it.

JJ moves in front of me, letting me see them both as tears flow freely. One orgasm turns into two and my body convulses violently, my muscles screaming against the restraints.

"Do you think it's too much?" John B looks at JJ with fake remorse. JJ pursues his bottom lip and shrugs like he doesn't have a care in the world.

"Nah." My eyes fall closed as they both stare at me with wicked grins. "We can always turn it up from your phone though. Or down." JJ says, smirking back at John B.

"Oh, we forgot something." John B steps away and I don't even bother trying to plead with JJ. I knew he liked shit like this. I hear John B rummaging like JJ was earlier and I know something is coming. JJ looks to his best friend like he's trying to avoid getting caught while quickly freeing himself from his shorts. My eyes widen as the glistening tip of his cock is brought to my cheek and he smears it from one side of my face to the other. I grunt through my gag, glaring at him as he smears his precum all over my face.

"Might want to relax." JJ's condescending voice says, smirking down at me. A moment later something cool and metal is being pressed inside my ass. I scream into my gag as I cum just from being filled. I hear their laughter as I jerk against my restraints, my body threatening to give out. John B appears again with a satisfied smile just as JJ tucks himself away.

"Be good for us. We'll be back.. eventually." John B jerks his head at JJ, signaling their departure but JJ hesitates, his hungry gaze washing over my naked and exposed body.

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun." JJ murmurs under his breath, licking his lips, before following after his best friend.

It was going to be a long, wet night.

[norel-ravenclaw]

Mine

Sanji • One Piece

Fandom: One Piece Live Action (OPLA)

Featured characters: Sanji

Genre: BDSM Erotica

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1900

Description: Requested by @kellerific93 … Dating Sanji has been a whirlwind romance. But now that you’ve been together for a while, he wants to introduce you to… new pleasures.

(I’ve only ever seen the live action One Piece, none of the anime or manga sorry!)

WARNINGS: | mxw | bdsm | collaring | light choking | begging | praise and reassurance, pet names | all the normal sex stuff | unsafe sex | not proofread |

“Finally, a break!” Sanji tosses our bags by the door of the lovely seaside cottage we’ve rented for the weekend.

The other strawhats are spending time in town, but we decided to spend some… quality time together.

And… something new.

As soon as the door is closed behind me, Sanji pushes me up against it.

“Oh!” I squirm against his much larger body as he presses himself fully against me.

He smirks down at me, leaning in close. One hand unbuttons his suit jacket. “Are you ready for this?”

I nod, my heart racing. “Y-yes sir.”

That’s all it takes to spark the flame in his eyes. “Good girl.” He strokes my hair and cheek tenderly, whispering, “I promise I’ll take good care of you. I won’t hurt you. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

“…Mhm.”

“Remember the safe word?”

I chuckle. “Oregano.”

“Good girl.” He starts kissing down my neck as he unbuttons my shirt. “Tell me at any time to stop, and we can just do what we always do, alright darling?”

“Mhm.”

He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them against the door. “What was that? You will call me sir or master. Understood?”

“Ah!” His expression is dark and hungry like I’ve never seen. I see why he wanted me to try this with him. As much as we love each other, gentle lovemaking will never quite satisfy all of him. I agreed because, somehow, I wonder if I need the same thing.

He needs to dominate and be rough, and I need to finally listen to the secret urges within me - the need to surrender, to be forced and controlled.

“Yes master.”

He purrs, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he rips open my shirt and squeezes my breast. I’m not wearing a bra today, as he requested. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stealing my breath.

I arch against him as he shoves a deliciously muscular thigh between my legs, forcing me to grind against him.

“Mmph! San- Ah! M-master!”

He briefly breaks the kiss, the air electric between us as he looks into my eyes, both of us already breathing hard.

“Keep your hands there,” he orders. Lunging in again, he kisses down my throat, impatiently pulling my pants down. His tongue and lips follow downwards between my breasts and lower as he kneels to pull my shoes and pants off.

They’re tossed aside carelessly, and his large hands rub up my thighs and hips, squeezing and massaging. Blonde hair tickles my chin as he stands.

I gasp as he roughly pushes my shirt off my shoulders. He throws it aside along with his jacket.

His eyes lock onto mine as he unbuckles his belt, slowing a little as he approaches again, taking my wrists and binding them with it.

“How’s this, hm? Gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you my captive?” His lips ghost over my ear, making me shiver. “I am a pirate after all. You’re my treasure.”

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes sir.”

Again his lips are on mine, and suddenly he’s throwing me over his shoulder. He carries me to the bedroom, and I catch only a glimpse of the phenomenal view upside down before being thrown down on the bed.

He kicks off his shoes, never breaking eye contact as he tugs off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Those predatory eyes watch every movement, every change in my expression as he crawls onto the bed.

Giving in to instinct, as he had encouraged before, I back away from him. He smirks dangerously.

“Trying to run? How cute.”

He moves up to straddle my hips and makes a show of taking off his shirt, filling my view with his broad shoulders. Out of his pocket, he takes out an object I’ve seen before.

Sanji used it to propose this whole… game.

A collar.

We picked it out together in a red light district market. The sight of it makes my heart race even more.

In contrast to his domineering and rough treatment thus far, his touch is gentle, tender, as he brushes my hair aside enough to slip the collar around my neck.

Voice raspy and low, he hums in approval. “Gods you’re so pretty, kitten. Look at you.” He ties a thin ribbon to the collar ring, and gives it a tug. “All mine to do with as I please. Surrender to me completely.”

I mewl as he tugs me up for a kiss. Wrapping the leash around his fist, he uses his other hand to take off his pants. Little sounds come between us as I’m pulled about.

Then his hand is snaking up my thigh to pull down my panties. At last I am completely bare beneath him.

Sanji sucks in a breath. “…Fuck.”

Leaning down, his tongue latches onto my nipple.

“Ah! Master…!” I squirm as he touches and kisses me. He knows all my soft spots.

“Stop moving,” he orders. “If you don’t, I’ll just take you here and now.”

Keening under his ministrations, I desperately try to keep still. My body jerks and shudders with every touch, every hot breath, every brush of his hair against my skin.

“Such a naughty little pet, aren’t you?”

I whine, shrinking back. “I-I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t punish me. I’m trying to be good for you…”

Sanji bites his lip. “I know you are, darling. But you need better training, don’t you?”

I nod. He grins, finally taking off his underwear. Already hard and leaking pre, I can see exactly how much he’s getting off on this.

A gasp is ripped from me as he tugs on the leash. “I suppose since you’re just getting started, I’ll have mercy.” His long fingers brush between my legs, dipping into my slick entrance. “So wet for me already, hm? You like being manhandled and ordered about like this, do you?”

I bite my lip and arch against his hand. “Yes sir! Ahh…!”

“Mm… That’s it. Let me hear everything. You can scream and no one will hear you here.” He smirks and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “No one will come to save you.”

Moaning as he pushes three fingers inside me, he bullies me relentlessly. Twisting, rubbing, curling inside me, he loosens me far less gently than normal. His thumb rubs circles on my throbbing clit.

He shifts, using his thick thigh to push mine apart. Moving between them, I can feel his hardness against my leg.

The sounds my body makes as he works me open grow louder, and he watches with glazed eyes as his thick fingers sink into me over and over.

“I can hardly wait to have a meal of you, kitten. But I’m starving for more after such a long trip getting here.”

He removes his fingers and holds the up to my lips. When I hesitate, he says, “Go on. Clean them for me.”

Slowly, I obey. Opening my mouth, he presses his wet fingers against my tongue. I shiver as I lick my essence off, running my tongue between his fingers and sucking.

He shudders. “I have so much to teach you, my pet. I so look forward to your training~”

Impatient and in the mood to punish, he moves over me, aligning himself with my already dripping entrance.

I hold his intense gaze, my heart pounding out of my chest as he slowly pushes himself inside me. He doesn’t give me nearly as much time today to adjust to his thick girth, but seeing my discomfort, he strokes my hair.

“So good. Taking me so well, aren’t you? I knew you could do it, kitten.” He sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, groaning loudly. “I love you so much. Fuck, so much. So good for me.”

His large body cages me in, tugging on my leash as he arches into me. Pulling back, the tight muscles try to repel him before sucking him in deeper.

We moan and keen in each other’s ears as he quickly settles into a rather desperate rhythm.

“Finally. I’ve been dying to be inside you for so long.”

I choke a little and writhe beneath him as he fucks me, my tied hands resting between us on his chest.

“M-master! Agh! Mm!”

While his pace is faster than he usually starts with, he’s not brutal in the strength behind it, allowing my body the chance to adjust a bit to the large intrusion.

The bright room is filled with all the maddening sounds of sex, and I am just losing myself to the cadence of his thrusts when he pulls out entirely.

With a sound as much of pleasure as frustration, he looks down at me, his wet cock throbbing. “I have so much planned for you, little one. I hope you’re ready.

I am left to his mercy as he manhandles me into a different position. My leg is hauled over his chest, leaving me open and dripping before he pushes back in.

Tugging the leash again, Sanji starts back up.

I moan and gasp, grasping desperately at his arm as he goes faster, pounding into me at a new angle that makes me see stars.

“S-Sanji! Ah! Master…!”

He curses under his breath. Adjusting the way his hips hit mine, his pelvis rubs against my clit enough to send me closer to the edge.

I can see through the tears pricking at my eyes enough to see his smirk. “Go on, I want you to cum for me, girl. I’m going to overstim you for the rest of the night until you’re begging me to stop.”

Suddenly his thrusts are mercilessly fast. Holding my leg against his chest, he keeps me from being able to move my hips away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.

The sound of wetness and his panting is enough to propel me over the edge already.

“I’m g-going to- I’m coming!”

Looking up at his face, half hidden behind his hair, he nods. “Cum for me.”

The feeling of the collar cutting off a little of my air is a novel sensation, and I gasp and moan, surrendering to the sheer feeling of it all.

Hot pleasure seizes me as I cream all over his relentlessly thrusting cock, squeezing him so hard that he has to push a little harder to keep his tempo.

A loud moan echoes through the room along with the sound of my wetness. Sanji curses and flips me fully onto my stomach, pulling me into his lap. Hardly breaking his rhythm, he continues ruthlessly.

“Ah! W-wait!”

He chuckles darkly. “You’re mine to do with as I please, right? You’ll have to beg much, much better than that to persuade me to do anything, kitten.”

I whimper into the sheets as he leans down to pepper my trembling shoulders with kisses.

“I look forward to seeing just how much you can take, my love~ When we’re done in a bit, let’s go to the beach. I’ve always wanted to try fucking in the ocean~”

[healmyhrt]

⌗ a kiss goodnight, m. sturniolo

boss!matt x fem!reader

summary: you’ve had this uncontrollable tension with your boss, matthew, but you know nothing could ever happen because—well—he’s your boss. but could his feelings be deeper than you may have determined?

disclaimers!: flirting, fluff, kissing, cursing, use of y/n

a/n: there’s a lot of time skips ik 🧍🏽‍♀️ just SHHHHHHHHH and read the story babe :3 | also i call him “matthew” at first bc he’s her boss obviiii

my heels echo the hallway as i make my way toward matthew’s office. i stop in front of his open door, and see him sitting at his desk, glasses on, very focused.

i knock twice gently, and he peers over his computer screen to look at me. “sir?” i say with a sweet smile.

matthew removes his glasses, and shuts his laptop.

i now get a better look at him.

he looked exhausted. his tie was untied. and hanging over his minimally unbuttoned shirt. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and had tiny stains of black, probably from pen ink.

“oh—yes. sorry, i lost track of time. what time is it?”

i glance at the watch on my wrist, and back at him. “12:03.” i say, seeing his eyes widen. he begins to stand, and gather his belongings—until he stops. he sighs, and falls back into his chair. “sir,” i start. “are you okay?”

he runs his hands down his face, and looks at me.

“have a seat, miss.” he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. i quickly walk over to them, smoothing out the back of my skirt as i sit. i dust off the front of my skirt, and look up at him with a smile.

we sit in silence, and he stares at me, arms crossed.

“you are aware of the company dress code, yes?” he glances at my skirt. normally, my skirt is down to my knees or past it. but my normal skirts were either dirty or in the dry cleaning, so i had to wear a different one.

this one had a slit up half of my thigh on the left side.

“i didn’t have any clean skirts, and this was my only other one, which i use for clubbing…” i look at the floor.

“you go clubbing?” he says in a sarcastic tone.

i scoff. “don’t sound so surprised, sir.” i fold my arms. he laughs, and, stares at the slit on my leg. “im actually going tonight.” i say. he smiles, and continues to stare.

i sigh, interrupting my thoughts. “may i go?”

matthew snaps back into reality, and nods rapidly, still staring. i stand, and begin to walk to the door. i glance back at him, and he’s holding his head in his hands, looking at his desk. i stop at the door. “um—sir?”

“yes?” he sits up, holding intense eye contact with me.

“would you like to… come with?” i question.

he stares at me for a moment, like i had just asked the most stupid question imaginable. “sure. why not?”

matthew parks the car on the side of the street, and puts the car in park. he unbuckles his seatbelt, and looks over at me. i stare back, and purse my lips together.

interrupting the staring contest, i speak.

“you didn’t have to drive us, y’know?” i look out the window. he shrugs with a smile. “it’s the least i could do since you invited me out tonight.” he opens the door.

i begin to unbuckle my seat belt, and as i place my hand on the door handle, matthew was already opening it.

he places a hand out for me to grab, and i share a small smile, placing my hand on top of his hand. his long fingers tighten over my hand, and i step out of the car.

“thank you.” i say, stepping onto the sidewalk. he nods slightly, and gestures toward the open pavement.

“well, lead the way.”

i hold my handbag against my skirt, my heels clicking on the concrete with each step. we arrive at two tall black double doors, and the security guard outside smiles at me.

he steps aside, opening the door, and i glance back at matthew, his eyebrows raised. “why did he not ask for your ID?” he follows me to a table.

“i come here quite a lot.” i say as matthew pulls out my chair for me to sit. as i seat myself, he does the same across from me.

he stares at me, and that awkward silence between the two of us starts again. i sigh, “my friend should be here any moment, sir.” he chuckles.

“call me matt.”

i raise my eyebrows, a smile forming on my lips. he definitely notices. “okay, matt.” i grin.

i hand touches my back, and i look up to see my best friend, carmen. “carmen!” i shout, leaning into the hug.

she grins widely, looking over at matt. i look at him, and he gives carmen a small smile. “this is my boss, matt.”

her eyes widen at his name, and she holds her hand out. “carmen. a pleasure. ive heard a lot about y—.” i slightly nudge her side with my elbow, and she purses her lips together.

“im gonna get a drink. want anything?” she asks, placing her purse in a free chair. matt stands, straightening his shirt.

“i’ll get drinks, you two catch up.”

carmen smirks at me, and moves her purse, sitting. “well, okay mr boss man.” she laughs. i roll my eyes.

“i’ll have a martini.” carmen smiles. matt nods, and looks over at me. “and for the lady?” i push my tongue to the inside of my cheek with a little beam.

“just a beer. drinking light tonight.” matt looks at me for a moment, studying me, and finally shrugs.

“you’re the boss.” he says before walking away.

carmen places her hands on my shoulders, turning me toward her. “girl! that’s your boss you always tell me about?” i shrug.

“he’s a hot little thing, huh?” she says, staring at him from her seat. i sigh. “unfortunately.” i reply.

she turns back to me. “oh, you like him.” she smirks.

“what? no—i don’t! besides, he’s my boss. nothing could ever happen between us.” i stare at him.

“mhmmmm.” carmen eggs on. i roll my eyes, as matt approaches our table again. “alright,” he starts.

“a martini for carmen, a beer for y/n, and a root beer for me.” i stare at him while his veiny hands untwist the top.

“a root beer?” carmen questions. “designated driver.” matt says, after a swallow of his drink. i sip my beer, holding eye contact with him.

“okay… well i’m gonna go holler at that guy over there, you guys keep doing whatever you do.” carmen inputs, standing.

i leave the women’s bathroom, and matt’s standing there holding my purse and his coat. “ready to go?” he asks.

i nod, as he opens his coat, letting my slide my shoulders under it. he places a hand on my shoulder, guiding me to the door.

we walk down the sidewalk, matt holding a tight grip on me so i don’t fall. i did not infact drink just one beer. carmen and i had about eight and it wasn’t pretty.

he opens the car door for me, helping me into my seat and buckling me up. i groan as matt enters the other side of the car, and smiles at me. “you good?” he says through a chuckle.

i nod, and smile, staring at him. matt smiles back at me, and starts the engine to warm up the car.

the car comes to a stop outside of apartment building, and i sigh heavily. “according to the waze, this is you.”

i give him a look, and he just stares at me. we continue to stare at each other for a long moment before i decide to break the silence. “you’re so pretty.” his eyes widen.

“holy shit.” it was like me saying that had snapped me into sobriety. i quickly gather my things, and place my hand on the car door handle.

“y/n, wait.” matt’s words were silenced by me shutting the door. i hear another door shut as i step onto the sidewalk.

i keep walking up my steps, all the way to my door.

“y/n, please.” he places a hand on my forearm. i slowly turn around and look at the pavement. “i’m so sorry.”

matt sighs, placing a finger to my chin, tilting it up at him. he stares at my lips, and leans in. i quickly wrap my hands around his neck, matt wrapping his hands around my waist to pull me in closer.

to anyone on the street this would look like a movie scene or a really romantic couple. but in reality, i was a drunk mess kissing my boss, whose probably embarrassed of me now.

i quickly pull away, and he gives me a confused look.

“what’s wrong?” i sigh. “this isnt real. im just drunk, and you’re just my boss who feels sorry for his drunk and embarrassing coworker.” i open my purse, fumbling my hand around for my keys.

i try to open the door, and matt places his hand on mine.

“this is real, y/n. drunk actions are just sober thoughts, right?” he attempts to comfort me. “but you’re not drunk.” i reply.

he kisses me again. “exactly.”

[hotluncheddie]

I'm currently thinking about Eddie mildly teasing Steve about his weight gain!!! like he notices Steve has to sit with his legs spread wider than he used to in order to accommodate his big belly that sits in his lap now..... and he's like Steve can you even sit with you legs together anymore ? 😏 and Steve is like Yes !.... cue Steve wiggling and shifting and having to heft his belly up so he can get his legs together... then he's sitting and he's like There. See? and Eddie managed being a brat for two seconds cause now he's like 🥺 aw you're uncomfy no come on spread out take up as much room as you need, baby. can I get you anything? can I unbutton your jeans for you? can I touch your belly?

Anonnnnnnnn!!!! Yessssssssss!!!

I wrote this in a daze first thing after waking up this morning lol

U really gave me the brain worms so ty for that! Mwah!

(Also if you’ve sent me an anon before promise that I will get to it - I have one on the works also about Steve with a big belly that rests in his lap so, do not fear, it will be answered)

have some hurt/comfort belly kink wg steddie ;3c

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Maybe Steve had holiday he needed to take, and it coincided with Eddie having a few days of, and some shorter shifts.

Steve spreads it out, some long weekend and 4/5/6 day stretches where he has time off. They stay in, Steve stays in, and Steve eats.

He eats near constantly, during his holiday time. only moving to go from bed to couch or couch to bathroom. Eddie bringing him meals to eat and snacks inbetween. He’s not stuffed to the brim, (he does that when he get home from work - going to bed with Eddie fawning over his groaning belly) but he spends the whole time full, always food in there, always comfortably bloated.

And by the end of the month, or so, where he has most of the time off, shifts only here and there, he’s noticeably bigger. His belly pushing out against his T-shirts again. And pale fleshy roll slipping out of the bottom of anything that’s over six or so months old.

He’s bigger when Eddie watches him bending over to tie his shoes and return more red faced. And when he has to pause cooking in the kitchen to rest his belly on the counter with a sigh, taking the weight off his lower back. How he gets a little winded at the end of a flight of stairs. How he grunts a little louder when he flips from one side to the other in bed. Big pale belly spreading on the mattress between them.

Eddie notices. Eddie knows Steve notices -he must do.

But Steve doesn’t say anything.

Even when Eddie lovingly pokes fun at these new little actions. When he traces the strip of skin that escapes his too small clothes. When he pauses in bed to cover Steve’s big belly in kisses. Steve doesn’t point out how he's bigger, if he feels it, feels how his belly gets in the way so much more now.

And he used to, is the thing. Use to say it and get them both all riled up, get them in the mood in a few short words. Both turned on and amazed by his changing body.

So Eddie’s confused. So he does what he does best - is a little bit of a brat about it.

Steve is sitting on the sofa after work, he went to the diner with Robin so he’s already ate. But Eddie’s going to offer him desert, especially if he can get him to be good and admit what’s going on first. Just wants to feed him and dote on him and watch his belly round and stretch pink.

Steve is already noticeably a little full, drinking a coke and watching a basketball game. His belly thick and wide and he’s started spreading his legs to accommodate it, letting it sit across his lap and sink between his chubby thighs.

Eddie doesn’t really think it through, he just goes for it, leaning over with both hands leaning on Steve's knees. Smirking, eyes dark, ‘can you even sit with your legs together anymore big boy?’ Goading.

And Steve downs his coke, gets that competitive little glint in his eye that Eddie loves - that makes him hold Eddie down and fuck him extra deep. But the set of his jaw is strained.

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes. ‘What would you know, Munson.’ And he smirks, both of them playing the game. But Steve’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Eddie stands back up straight, waving his hand as if to say; well, go on then. And steve huffs, scooting back a little and pulling his thighs together. Wiggling and then having to lift his belly with a grunt, moving under it and settling it back on top of his clamped together legs. It mounds out before him, moving with each breath and a strip of stretch marked skin is peaking out at his hip.

‘There, see.’ Steve says, a little breathless, cheeks flushed and eyebrows scrunched.

He looks. Big… ‘that looks.. really uncomfortable.’ Eddie says, not really playing anymore.

Steve grunts again, shifting slightly, pushing at the side of his tummy. ‘No. ‘Sfine.’ He argues, visibly annoyed, not playing either.

Eddie sinks to his knees, ‘Steve.’ He says eyes big and pleading. Nudging Steve’s knees to get his to spread them back open.

Steve looks away, doesn't move his legs, cheeks ruddy and eyes a little glassy.

‘Please talk to me baby.’ Eddie says softly, hand resting on Steve’s thighs. They’re shaking a little from the tension, from being held together so tightly.

‘I was- I’m scared Eddie.' Steve sniffs. 'That I’ve gotten too big. Too big for, for you.’ Looking down at Eddie again. He looks, he looks so sad.

���Oh baby no.’ Eddie says instantly, suprised, disappointed in himself. ‘No no no. God Stevie, I’m so sorry if I made you feel like that. This.’ Eddie splays his two hands on steve belly. Palms cupping the lower curve. ‘Is prefect, your perfect Steve. Prefect for me at any size.’ Eddie doesn’t break eye contact, needs steve to know how much he means this.

Steve sniffs, eyes big and wet but a little smile is curling at the corner of his mouth, some of the tension leaving his body.

Eddie nudges Steve’s legs with his elbows, shuffling forward so steve had to spread them, has to let Eddie in.

‘That’s it.’ Eddie coos shifting Steve's belly gently now that it's got more room. He rucks Steve’s shirt up to it sits below his soft chubby pecs, palms cupping and lifting the roll as his hips. Stroking the soft buttery part below his belly button, scooting impossibly closer, knees against the couch. making Steve spread and shuffle to he's splayed out and comfortable again. Sinking into the couch cushions with a sigh.

Eddie places a kiss on the top most crest of tummy, then cradles Steve’s soft cheeks in his hands. They’ll have to talk about it, what got steve so in his head, where the insecurity came from. But not now, right now his baby needs to rest, needs looking after.

‘You want a snack sweetheart, want dessert?’ Eddie strokes the soft skin under steve eyes with his thumb.

Steve nods, little sigh leaving his pretty pink lips. ‘Please Eddie, ‘m so hungry.’ He pouts, playful glint back in his eye. Hand resting over Eddie’s on his gut.

There he is, his Steve. Eddie smiles, leaning up and kissing Steve breathless.

wg taglist (message to be added or removed) : @scoops-aboy86 @cheesedoctor @chickensinrainboots

...also, maybe, @tangerinesteve idk if ur into this but i see u in scoops' tags and u wrote that cozy thing with Steve on eddie's soft thighs and belly... sorry if im wrong

[coolyiooo]

BILLY HARGOVE X READER (SMUT)

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️ public, car, pulling hair, biting , hickeys ,creampie, scratching, degrading

You and Billy just went to a fancy restaurant for a date,fancy as in dresses and tuxedo's, somewhere a bit far away from Hawkins and went to a city, y'all have been dating for a year now so he wanted to make things special and take you on a fancy date because you deserve it, you were wearing a pretty red dress and he wore a tux without the tie and some buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, the date was really good and fun and even walked around in the city but when y'all were on your way back y'all ran into some heavy and slow traffic and it started to thunderstorm as well, y'all got bored and just started to talk about random things but his anger got the best of him from the slow traffic so he started to honk the horn of the car non stop "Billy stop! Like that's gonna help the traffic go any faster" he hit the wheel in anger, laid his head on the seats head rest and took a big breath to sigh "sorry princess you know my patience is slow" "I know ...it can get annoying " you said jokingly, he looked at you "almost as annoying as you just in general" you hit him slightly on the shoulder making him smirk "if I'm so annoying why are you still here" "eh...your hot" you rolled your eyes, he snickered softly "I'm kidding princess that's not the only reason why and your not annoying....most of the time" you hit him on his shoulders a couple of times making him smile, he grabbed one of your hands and kissed it, you scoffed "why did God make me fall for an asshole like you" "hey it takes one to know one" "then I guess that's why we belong together" "you say it like it's a bad thing.. and on our one year anniversary " "I'm kidding obviously..you know I love you or whatever " he put a hand on his chest "awwww princess.. I love you too" you rolled your eyes with a smile

The traffic still hasn't moved one bit, it was night and raining with thunder in the background, the only lights on were from the cars headlights, it was honestly really relaxing with music quietly coming from the radio but you did get bored so you had an idea, you looked at Billy, he looked so tired, you started to rub his thigh with your hand seductively, he looked down and then at you smirking "you have something to tell me princess?" You smirked back "I mean...this traffic hasn't moved in so long so I had an idea to give us something fun to do" he got closer to your face "and what's that?" You looked at him seductively "taking a nap" he looked stunned for a second, you laughed "after me and you have some fun in the back seat of course" he smiled "you shouldn't play with my feelings like that princess" you smiled widely "it was funny" he rolled his eyes "your not worried about anybody looking at us?" "They'll definitely see and I don't care I mean.. it's not like we're ever gonna see them again, we don't even live here " he smiled "I love how that pretty little head thinks"

You then started to get in the backseat and he did too after you, you both smiled and laughed, your back was against the seats and he was in between your legs, his hands on your waist, your hands behind his neck, he then started to kiss you passionately, he started to grind against your crotch, you both already breathing heavily, one of his hands went to your back then to the back of your head to kiss you deeper, one of your hands was on his arms and the other was touching his hair, he then started to unzip your dress from your back, pulling it down your body, after he got it off of you he started to unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants, you could see his beautiful body and already hardened member "God your so breath taking" he said, he went back to kissing you, his tongue twirling with yours, he started to rub your clit in circles as you started to moan silently into the kiss, one of your hands went down his torso, feeling his biceps and abs, then onto his cock, you started to stroke it up and down slowly, he groaned into the kiss "your really desperate for my cock aren't you?" You didn't say anything, he looked at you "say it" he said strictly, you stared back "I want you inside me Billy" he smiled "yea?" "Yes ..I want you to make me cum with your dick" he smiled and took his fingers away from your clit, you took your hand away from his cock

He then aligned himself to your wet cunt and slammed himself deep into you, you both moaned from the satisfying impact, he started to thrust into you fast, making the car already rocking back and forth, everybody must know what's going on, he started to groan "yea! You take in my cock so well princess..you like it deep in you don't you?" You moaned "yes Billy you feel so good!" you tilted your head back, tightly sucking his dick with your cunt as it hit you in the g spot over And over "your gripping on me so tightly..you love my cock that much princess?" You and him started to feel eachother twitch and tremble "yes! you hit all the right places" you moaned loudly turning him on, he started to go faster, the car started to rock back and forth really quickly, he pulled your hair as you moaned louder "your just my little dirty slut aren't you? You want everybody to know your getting railed by me?" You couldn't form sentences, you just moaned loudly he chuckled softly and started to leave hickeys and bite marks on your neck, making you pull his hair slightly and scratch his back, he groaned loudly "your my good little slut right? You belong to me and only me..scream my name" "Billy!" You moaned, "louder" "BILLY!" He started to go inside you deeper "you want my cum so bad?" "YES BILLY!" your eyes shut tight with your head all the way back from the pleasure being so good, he groaned loudly "FUCK! you feel so fucking good I'm going to cum inside you just like you want" "yes please!" He started to go just a bit faster, his cock rubbing into your cunt, going in and out of you desperately wanting to cum as it hit the good spots, you moaned his name loudly the other cars could definitely hear and he groaned loudly, his hands gripping onto your hips tightly, going to leave marks for sure "FUCK! I'm going to..take it all in princess!" He then came inside you, deeply groaning into your ear, making you cum hard on his cock and moaning loudly, you felt his hot cum reach the deepest parts of you and it felt amazing.

The rocking of the car stopped but the windows were fogged up, you were both panting heavily and sweating, he then started to kiss you slowly "that's the best one year anniversary gift" he said, you rolled your eyes, he pulled out of you but put his head in between your legs and started to lick your sensitive cunt, you grabbed his hair and moaned silently "what are you doing?!" He groaned a bit and sucked on you for a bit and pulled his head away, wiping away some fluids from his lips "I didn't have a towel to clean you up so I did it myself" "oh" he got up and hugged you, he chin on your shoulder, you hugged back ofc,you could see the traffic still hasn't moved much but you started to see other cars rocking, you chuckled "we're bad influences huh?" He looked at you confused but followed where your eyes were and started to chuckle "yes but we do it better"

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

“A baby.”

AO3

Part 2

Summary: Annabeth maybe doesn’t choose the best day to tell Percy they’re having a baby

If younger Annabeth could be here now, she’d be freaking out and cursing the gods. She wouldn’t know what to make of what 25-year-old Annabeth was facing right now. Her left hand with a shiny new diamond engagement ring and holding a positive pregnancy test. A decade ago, Annabeth never would’ve thought she’d be planning a wedding and starting a family with Percy Jackson.

Sure in her wildest dreams, she thought about it but despite her mentality of being six steps ahead of everyone else she never clocked in on his feelings for her. Too absorbed in hiding, and at times suppressing, her own. At least until they were fifteen. Ever since they were inseparable. Of course, their friends would disagree because Annabeth and Percy had always come as a pair.

The bathroom door was locked and she was meant to be applying her makeup. Percy was probably playing games on his phone in their living room. But Annabeth couldn’t force herself to put the test down. She kept staring at it like the test would say “April Fools, no baby!” but it never changed.

They were meant to be going on a date but Annabeth knew if she stepped out of this bathroom and told Percy, they’d never make it to the restaurant. He’d probably pick her up and spin them around the living room. They’d cry happy tears together.

Damnit, she wanted to go on this date. She was already dressed up and in heels. So, she wrapped the test in some toilet paper and put it in a drawer. Annabeth grabbed her favorite eyeshadow palette and got to work.

Percy knocked softly, “Beth, you almost ready?”

“Mascara and lipstick then I’m done.” She unlocked the door and opened it. “We won’t be late, I swear.”

Percy was wearing a navy button down and a gray tie. He looked good. Almost good enough that Annabeth wanted to say “screw it, let’s just stay home.” It’s not like she could get more pregnant.

Then her stomach growled.

“Someone’s hungry,” Percy said, walking away laughing to himself.

Under her breath, Annabeth murmured, “yeah your kid.”

They made it to their reservation on time.

“Since someone,” he looked pointedly at Annabeth, “hogged our only bathroom, I’m going to use theirs. Order me whatever to drink.”

Their waiter came while Percy was gone.

“Two waters, a coke, and can you make me some sort of fruity mocktail?”

Anytime they went out to dinner, Annabeth usually got some sort of speciality cocktail. She didn’t want Percy to get suspicious though knowing him as she did, he likely wouldn’t notice. On the off chance he did Annabeth didn’t want to risk it.

When Percy returned, their drinks were already there.

“What looks good?” He asked, “besides you of course.”

“You will not get inappropriate with me right now.” She blushed.

“What? Stop being lewd. All I meant was you look beautiful tonight.” He leaned closer, “though you do look good enough to eat…out.”

Annabeth could feel how warm her cheeks were.

Thankfully, they both turned their attention to the food, quietly looking over the menu and ordering. Their food came out quickly.

“I’ve been craving this potato leek soup all week,” Annabeth told their waiter when he asked how things had come out.

Briefly she wondered if it was too early on to be having cravings. Thankfully Percy couldn’t see her hands, she pressed her palm against her still toned stomach.

She was going to tell him when they got home.

Of course, Percy had other plans when they got home. Annabeth immediately found herself pressed against the front door, wrapping her legs around his waist, and Percy kissing her like it was his last breath. He carried them upstairs. Somewhere in the hall she kicked off her red heels and threw his tie to the floor.

Annabeth was in the midst of unbuttoning his shirt when Percy dropped her onto their bed causing several buttons to snap off. She barely heard them fall because Percy was kissing his way down her neck.

“Now can we be lewd?” Annabeth asked.

From between her thighs, his fingers tucked under her panties, Percy grinned.

It was nearing ten pm when Annabeth finally found the right moment. They were sitting on the couch, she had a mug of green tea in her hands.

“Good news and bad news,” she said.

“Bad news first,” Percy answered.

“Well, you know how we were looking to book that Montauk venue for the wedding next August?”

“They filled up!” Percy exclaimed, “the guy I talked to swore they didn’t book up until the end of November. I’ll call tomorrow and…”

“No Percy, they’re not booked up, it’s just we’re going to have to postpone a year.”

“Wait, why?” He asked, “I thought we decided we didn’t want to wait too long.”

He grabbed her left hand and straightened her ring. Honestly, Annabeth wasn’t really used to it yet. It was only a few months old but it didn’t feel odd being engaged to Percy. She had known for years now that someday they’d be right here, together.

“I know but there’s been a change of circumstances,” she replied, “good news is I’m pregnant.”

“Haha,” Percy said, dropping her hands, “very funny Annabeth it’s April first you got me good.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Sorry I figured it out too quickly. Look being with you has made me smarter I think.”

“No? Percy, I’m pregnant.”

He shook his head, “c’mon, give it up.”

Annabeth stood up and ran upstairs to the bathroom. She quickly pulled out the drawer and unwrapped the test. Percy was standing at the bottom of the stairs. So, she held up the test.

“I’m pregnant,” she said, quietly.

Percy froze and just stared up at her. “You’re pregnant.”

She nodded, smiling as she watched his face change. From shock to delight. He tripped up the stairs, Annabeth caught him on the last step.

“A baby?”

Percy pressed her face into his chest and squeezed her. They were rocking back and forth hugging for a long time before he pulled back to kiss her sweetly.

“I love you,” he said, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too.” She was tearing up.

“When did you find out?”

“Right before dinner.”

“You had a drink at dinner!”

She shrugged, “Mocktail.”

“A baby,” he kept saying.

Like repeating it would make it feel more real.

In the kitchen, washing their mugs. “A baby.”

Brushing his teeth, through the toothpaste foam, “a baby.”

Curling up beside Annabeth, lightly tickling her neck, “a baby.”

She thought Percy finally fell asleep because he had gone silent. Until she felt his fingers tapping her belly.

“You know, I thought Hera hated us.”

Annabeth chuckled, “I guess she got over it.”

[comphy-and-cozy]

unforgettable - jt compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f)

Word Count: 3.1K

Author's Note: This is fully the most self-indulgent and personal fic I have ever and will ever write, so if no one likes it I'm still not gonna be sorry. This is wildly contrived and barely passable as realistic. It is quite literally Y/N's Story (C's Version). You'll know what I mean when you read it. Thanks to @smileysvech for listening to me be unhinged about this for like two months straight - you a real one. And in case you are wondering, this is the fic in question.

Warnings: Suggestive/adult content (18+ recommended), discussions about sex/sexual implications, alcohol use/consumption, full insanity. Like a medium burn/banter that's basically foreplay but no actual sexy times.

series masterlist | nhl masterlist | part 2

November 2021

Meeting a personal idol is always a special experience, full of excitement, nerves, anticipation; hopefully making a connection to tell them how much you admire them or what they mean to you. Even if it’s the intention, it feels a little embarrassing to be at a fan event put on by the team, like you’re too old to be at a function for the sole purpose of meeting professional hockey players, and the concept of being perceived is, frankly, almost overwhelming.

But then they turn out to be kind, funny, and courteous; not at all what you expected. They smile at you, ask you your name, thank you for coming, engage with you like you’re a regular human being. Like they’re a regular human being. (They are, of course, but it’s difficult to comprehend that when you’re used to them being little men on your television screen with ice knives strapped to their feet.)

When you get to your favorite TV Ice Man, he’s beautiful, and it takes you a moment to get rid of the shakiness in your voice when you hear him say your name for the first time. The warmth of his hand on your back when you pose for a photo together lingers long after he pulls away, smiling at you as he says, “Tag me in that on Instagram.”

It’s exhilarating, enough to have you bouncing from cloud to cloud as you leave, heart soaring. Still, after walking out on shaky legs with the most precious memories and photos tucked safely into your phone, you’re in need of a drink to settle the nerves that have been floating in your belly since the night began. 

As soon as it touches your tongue, the drink helps to calm you down, and you’re in a dreamland as you reflect on the evening behind you. A real conversation with JT Compher, the man you’ve had a crush on for years—and he talked to you! He is aware you exist! And though you’re sure it’s a figment of your imagination, you’ll remember the warmth in his eyes when they connected with yours for the rest of your life.

Luck is on your side, it seems, when you catch a group of tall, muscular men walking in out of the corner of your eye; the aura of the room instantly changes in their presence, like the room automatically got ten degrees hotter. In the middle of the pack is the unmistakable red hair, styled meticulously, only now he’s lost his tie in favor of unbuttoning the top button on his shirt. He looks good, dressed down in a way that makes him look even more delicious than before.

His aura is different now that the event is over, like he’s able to remove the mask he put on for the public at a work event; now, he’s just a normal guy out on a Friday night with his friends. Other than the Gucci belt and Tom Ford suit, one would have no idea that he’s got an extra digit at the end of his paycheck, and he loves that.

Until he sees you. You, who knows exactly who he is, who is fully aware he’s unwinding from a long and tiring fan event with his friends. He’d have to be an idiot to forget your face, the one that made him pause when you told him your name, his breath hitching in his throat just for a moment.

When he sidles up next to you at the bar, the last thing you expect is for him to greet you, let alone remember your name. You look at him in surprise when he offers to buy your drink, gaping for a little too long until you’re nodding shyly. 

“Have fun at the event?” he asks after sliding his card across the bar to open a tab, leaning up against the ornate marble as he faces you. 

“It was incredible,” you reply with a blissful smile. “They—you guys—are always so nice.”

The corners of his lips curl upward, just slightly, pleased at your positive review. “I’m glad to hear that. The fans are so important to us, so I—we—like to be able to give back when we can.”

“It doesn’t get exhausting? Talking to all those people?”

Something shifts in his eyes, and briefly you wonder if he’s toying with the line of talking to a fan versus just a stranger, contemplating if he should drop a layer of his public persona. Eyeing the extra sliver of creamy skin peeking out from his unbuttoned collar, you’d say he’s already halfway there.

“It can be a lot,” he admits. “But it really is fun. And very humbling.”

Your drink is placed on the bar in front of you, and the bartender nods at JT when he asks to keep the tab open. Your heart does a flip, but you remind yourself he’s here with friends.

“How long have you been a fan?”

“I’ve been watching hockey since I was a kid,” you say, and he nods in understanding. You tell him of the photos of you as a toddler, standing in your neon windbreaker next to the Stanley Cup; you note the way his eyes glitter when you mention it, like he’s wistfully envisioning the day he’ll lift the trophy himself. You note the way you like it.

“Let me guess. Your favorite player was Joe Sakic.”

“Actually, you might hate this, but my favorite player was Steve Yzerman.”

JT’s eyebrows raise as he shrugs. “Hard to argue with that, even if he did beat the Avs. Are you a Wings fan?”

“I went to U of M, so I went to a lot of games when I lived in Ann Arbor. So I think I am by default.”

You can see his eyes shift at the mention of his alma mater, like something’s permanently altered in the dynamic between you. He doesn’t need to tell you that he went there, too, but he does anyway. “Go Blue.”

With a smirk, you raise your glass and clink the base against his as you say it back. Your eyes flick to the group he arrived with, upstairs in the VIP area, surrounded by pretty girls in tight skirts.

“Do you need to get back to them?”

JT takes a sip of his own drink, an Old Fashioned, then licks his lips again like he knows it’ll catch your attention. Then he shrugs, nonchalant. “Would rather stay here with you. Have to make sure the drink I paid for doesn’t go to waste.”

He’s too smooth, you think, warning yourself to keep an eye on him or you’d be swooning at his feet. Not that you aren’t already ready to, your own willpower barely holding up under his gaze and your Amaretto Sour weaving its way into your senses. 

“What’s a Wings fan doing in Denver?”

It’s a simple question, the logical one, but you’re still surprised that he asks, that he wants to know more about the one of many fans he met tonight. Still, you answer, explain that you’re visiting friends who are big Avs fans. You don’t have it in you to tell him that you’ve had a crush on him for years, that you timed your visit to coincide with the event. That you’re having an internal meltdown just existing in his presence and trying desperately hard to remain cool and composed. 

And you can’t tell if he’s flirting with you, or if he’s just being nice, which makes you panic even more, gulping down the remainder of your drink in an attempt to calm your nerves. Do his eyes keep shifting down to your cleavage, or is that your imagination? Is he letting his cheek brush against yours when he speaks into your ear, or is it just an accident? 

Another round of drinks later, and he’s still here, and now you’re sure he’s at least some kind of interested. His friends are upstairs, loud, rambunctious, and he hasn’t even given them so much as a glance, instead focused on you and making you shiver under his attention.

The conversation has been steady, making its way through hockey, past childhood, and college, and jobs, and now you’re onto hobbies. And you may have accidentally let it slip that you like to write. 

It’s against your own will that your mouth announces, out loud, to a professional athlete, that you write hockey fanfiction. Or, wrote. Have written. Either way, it’s the alcohol’s fault, and you’re tempted to dump the remaining contents of your glass on the ground to avoid saying anything else.

His eyebrows raise in amusement, a grin breaking out onto his face. “Oh, now you have to tell me more.”

You’re shaking your head no, face sweltering hot when you realize what you’ve just admitted. “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe I just said that. I think this conversation is done.”

“Aww, come on, tell me,” he prods, nudging your knee with his. “Was it about someone I know?”

You draw your lips tight, shaking your head to tell him your lips are sealed. 

“It was!” he exclaims, his eyes lighting up. “I bet it was about Gabe. Wasn’t it? All the girls love Gabe. He’s a dreamboat.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you shake your head at him again. This cannot be fucking happening right now.

“No Gabe? Hm…” he looks around, as if he’s searching for the subject in front of him. “Oh! Josty. He’s got a whole following of fangirls.”

Part of you wants to laugh, and the other part of you wants to die immediately on the spot, buried beneath the ground without another word. He isn’t wrong, but he is dangerously close to discovering the truth.

He sees your reaction, inferring that no, it wasn’t Josty, and he takes another sip of his drink as he racks his brain. You can practically see the gears turning in his head, mulling over the options like he’s mentally running through an encyclopedia of NHL players. Then, his eyes shift, a glitter returning to them before they’re landing back on you, and suddenly you feel hot all over, sensing the end of your life hurtling rapidly towards you.

“It’s me, isn’t it?”

Face scorching hot, you can’t help the defeated smile on your face as you cast your eyes away, mortified beyond belief. Why did you have to say anything? Things were going so well, and now you’re preparing for him to make a quick exit and dash upstairs to laugh at you with his teammates, a story that would surely make the rounds through the league. You’re contemplating which path to the door is quickest, which will get you out of there fast enough to avoid dying of embarrassment on the spot.

But instead of making a run for it, he just laughs, a surprised expression on his face. “Oh, my God.”

“I’m just gonna go now—”

“No, no,” he’s quick to say, waving his hand to show he isn’t bothered, and maybe an air of, please, stay. “I’m flattered, honestly. I didn’t think anyone liked me like that.”

Oh, they do, you think, but your semblance of self-control has taken over again, covering your mouth before the thought can verbalize; at least you can shut the fuck up sometimes. Instead, you shrug playfully, then take another sip, thinking that at the very least, you can drown out your humiliation with more alcohol.

“You gonna tell me what it was about, or you playing hard to get?”

His question is subtle but clearly twofold in meaning, and you nearly choke on your drink again. Is this real? This has to be a dream. 

Forcing yourself to get your wits together, you say, “I’m gonna need another drink if you want to even remotely convince me to share that.”

“I can do that,” he grins. “Say no more.”

It’s only after he returns with another drink in hand that you notice the flush in his cheeks, the way the warm mahogany of his eyes have turned a little more molten. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe—unlikely—it’s you. Probably the former. Surely the former.

He keeps the conversation light, allowing you to ask about life as an NHL star, about his favorite part about Denver, about who his funniest teammate is. He’s surprised, though, when you ask what he misses the most about life before the NHL; what he wishes he could have amidst the fanfare of being a professional athlete.

Mulling over your question, he takes another sip of his cocktail, and you seize the opportunity to admire his face, up close. The neat landscaping of his beard, the perfectly styled coiff of his hair, the deep mauvey-pink shade of his lips. God, he’s handsome.

His laugh pulls you out of your daydream, and he raises his glass toward you. “Thank you.”

You’re confused for a moment, until you realize that your thought wasn’t an internal commentary at all, but something that slipped out of your mouth by accident. You have quite literally turned into a stuttering, bumbling fool in his presence. He doesn’t seem bothered, though, swiftly moving past the moment to answer: “Honestly, I think what I miss most are conversations like this. Where I don’t have to be ‘on,’ where I can just be a normal guy with a pretty girl at a bar.”

“A girl telling you she wrote smutty fanfiction about you is ‘normal’?”

JT’s face shifts, and all at once you realize the additional descriptor you used, immediately groaning at the accidental admission. Why do you keep doing this? Why does it have to be him?

“Smutty? Like, it’s spicy?”

“No,” you lie, but the speed of your reply is a dead giveaway, and suddenly he’s grinning.

“You wrote—” he drops his voice to a whisper, “—sexy times about me?”

Your non-answer is an answer in itself, and the smile on his face is so wide, he might as well have won the Stanley Cup. Your face burns, could probably fry an egg on your cheeks, ready to slink into a hole and never come out.

“Oh, come on, now you have to tell me!” he says. “I won’t judge. I swear.”

“I’m sorry, that information is classified. It’s firmly secured under lock, key, and shark-infested waters with lasers attached to their heads.”

“Okay, fine, I can play this game,” he grins, pretending to crack his knuckles. “Was there… a blowjob?”

“Jesus, JT. Coming in hot, are you?” Then, “No.”

“That hurts, but I understand,” he places his hand over his heart. “What about… cunnlingus?”

“I am shocked that you know what that word means.”

“I have an elite education. You should know.”

“The leaders and best,” you say with a raised glass.

“Stop deflecting. Did I eat you out or not?”

The intimacy and bluntness of the phrasing makes your heart flutter, along with the area in question. The devil on your shoulder is whispering, fuck around and find out. So, with an internal shrug, you do. “You may have.”

JT beams. “Excellent.”

He rapid fires off more categories—spanking, handcuffs, edging, foot fetish?—all of which make your cheeks burn the more he inquires, as casual as asking you about what you do for a living.

“Threesome?”

“No.”

He hums. “Good. I didn’t want to share.”

The admission catches you off-guard, and judging by the way he eyes you for your reaction, he said it intentionally to rile you up. You hope he can’t see the rapid way your heart beats in your throat, the idea that this professional athlete would ever be possessive over a fan with a crush.

His last question pulls you from your thoughts and also makes you nearly snort your drink out of your nose. “Anal?”

“Jim Tim, I’m really gonna need you to cool it with topics I’m wildly unprepared to discuss.”

“That sounds like you’ll be ready at some point, though.”

“Maybe if you call me in about 100 years, I will be.”

He hums, then swirls the ice left in his glass. “What about the time it takes me to cash out and Uber back to mine?”

Your brain completely shuts down at the invitation, the proposition striking you in the face. He couldn’t have seriously been flirting with you this entire time, could he? Surely, he was just being silly with a girl—a fan—who he’ll never see again?

But he’s looking at you, and it feels like the time has long since passed if he was going to announce that it’s all been a joke. He’s waiting for your reply, for a confirmation that all of his hard work and perfect banter has not gone to waste.

So you nod, letting out a loud sigh as soon as his red hair disappears back into the crowd to pay his tab. Your hands are shaking, your heart threatening to leap out of your throat, and you glance around like everyone is going to start laughing at you for believing that JT Compher would want to take you home.

-

JT’s skin tingles as he signs his check, nodding a ‘thank you’ at the bartender before pocketing his wallet. This wasn’t what he expected when he prepped himself for the event tonight; he anticipated photos, nervous fans, hand aching from signing so many hats and jerseys—and afterward, decompressing at the bar with the guys, having a few drinks, guffawing along as Bo surely makes a fool of himself. Instead, he feels like he’s been smacked in the face, in awe of the girl he met and promptly learned he can’t get enough of. It’s only been a few hours, but he’s hooked on her smile, on her quick wit, on the way she makes his cock twitch in his pants when she laughs. 

He yearns to be with her, now, to try his chances at feeling her pretty lips on his, to get a better glimpse at the jeans she painted on over the tempting curve of her hips. Though he’s confident—she wrote fanfiction about him for Christ’s sake—it’s far from a slam-dunk, but he’s eager to embrace the challenge ahead, and equally content to just spend more time basking in her presence. 

But when he returns to the spot he left her at, she’s nowhere to be found. He scans the crowd, searching for the eyes that have captivated him so deeply. A tinge of nerves blaze through him, the thought of being ghosted flitting through his brain, but then he remembers the way she looked at him, the way her breath hitched when he leaned in close to her. 

So, he searches for her, sure she’s just stepped away for a moment. He checks the bar, the restroom, the front door, the back door—nothing. And then he finally accepts the truth: She’s gone, disappeared without a word, far too good to be true.

JT Ubers home alone, left to quell the burning in his gut in the somber solidarity of his bedroom, wistfully wondering if your paths will cross again someday.

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Tagging: @somuchf4rstardust @laurenairay @senditcolton @fallinallincurls

[muiitoloko]

heyy i love your writinggg!! could you please post something fluffy/smutty for harry hart?? thank uuu

Author Notes: Thank you so much for the requests and 50 followers! 🥳

Title: Just Married

Summary: After a patient wait, Harry Hart finally claims his beloved Lady Hart.

Pairing: Harry Hart ( Kingsman) × Fem!Reader.

Warnings: Loss of Virginity, Smut, Shyness and cuteness.

Harry Hart, codename Galahad, had always been the epitome of composure and grace. But today was different. Today was his wedding day. He stood in the luxurious hotel suite, his black tie undone and his jacket hanging over a chair.

You were the love of his life, and he couldn't wait to make you his own in every sense of the word. You had shared your vows, exchanged rings, and danced the night away with friends and family. Now, it was finally just the two of you.

"Come here, my love," Harry beckoned you with a crook of his finger, a playful yet eager smile on his face.

You, still the shy and innocent woman you had always been, took a hesitant step closer. You held your arms around yourself, a blush coloring your cheeks. Harry couldn't help but find your innocence incredibly endearing, but his desire was growing by the second.

As you stood before him, Harry gently reached out and took your hands in his. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. He gazed into your eyes with an intensity that made your heart race.

"You look absolutely stunning, my lady," Harry murmured, his voice filled with a mix of love and longing. "But now that the wedding is over, it's time for us to celebrate in our own way."

Your eyes widened as Harry slowly began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his well-toned chest. Your breath hitched, and you felt a surge of desire mingling with your shyness.

Harry watched you closely, his gaze never leaving your face. He wanted you to know that there was no need for embarrassment or hesitation, that he cherished you just as you were.

"Sweetheart," Harry said softly, "I've been waiting for this moment for so long. You're mine now, completely and utterly."

With his shirt now unbuttoned, Harry stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. He could feel your rapid heartbeat beneath his fingertips as he held you close, your bodies pressed together.

You let out a trembling sigh, your inhibitions slowly melting away in the warmth of Harry's embrace. You could feel his desire pressing against you, and it sent a delicious thrill through you.

"Harry," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I...I want this too."

Harry smiled, a genuine and tender smile that made your heart swell. "Then let me make you feel cherished, my love."

With those words, he began to kiss you, his lips moving against yours in a passionate and consuming kiss. You responded eagerly, your body surrendering to the desires that had been building between you.

As Harry continued to kiss you, he gently guided you towards the bed. You allowed yourself to be led, your inhibitions gradually fading away with each touch and kiss from your new husband.

Harry and you sank onto the soft, luxurious sheets of the hotel bed, your kisses growing more fervent with every passing moment. Harry's hands roamed your body with a gentle touch, tracing the delicate curves of your skin beneath the satin of your wedding gown.

He slowly unzipped the back of your dress, the fabric pooling around you as it slid off your shoulders and down your legs, leaving you in nothing but delicate lingerie. Your breath hitched as you felt Harry's warm hands caress your exposed skin, his fingers dancing with a delicate touch that sent shivers of pleasure through you.

Your bodies pressed against each other, the electricity between you palpable. Harry's lips left a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone, igniting a fire within you. Every kiss, every touch, was a testament to your love and longing.

Your fingers found the buttons of Harry's pants, and you deftly unfastened them, revealing his strong, chiseled form. Your hands explored his bare chest, your touch gentle yet filled with desire.

Harry continued to shower you with kisses, his desire burning hotter with each passing moment. As his hands reached for the clasp of your bra, you instinctively reached over and covered your breasts, your inexperience in these matters becoming apparent.

Harry, ever the patient and caring lover, could see the mixture of desire and uncertainty in your eyes. He gently lifted your arms, whispering in that charming accent of his, "My love, there's no need to hide from me. I want to make this experience wonderful for you."

You blushed, your cheeks a rosy hue, but you slowly lowered your arms, revealing your trembling anticipation. Harry's eyes never left you as he unclasped your bra, letting it fall away, exposing you to his hungry gaze.

"You're so beautiful, my love," Harry murmured, his voice filled with admiration and desire. He leaned down to kiss your exposed breasts, his lips and tongue tracing tender circles, causing you to gasp with pleasure.

As he continued to explore your body, Harry knew he had a responsibility not just to claim you but to ensure your pleasure as well. He whispered sweet words of encouragement, guiding you through the sensations, teaching you what you needed to do to please him and yourself.

Your intimate connection deepened with each passing moment, a blend of love, passion, and guidance. Harry was determined to make your first time a memorable and pleasurable experience, just as he had waited patiently for this moment throughout your courtship.

Your desire grew as Harry's hands and lips moved with expertise, and you, once inexperienced, began to respond with newfound confidence. Harry's heart swelled with love for the woman who was now completely his, and he relished in the thought that he would be your first and last lover.

Harry's desire for you burned fiercely as you continued your intimate exploration. With care and patience, he removed your delicate panties and his own underwear, positioning himself between your legs. You instinctively tried to close your legs, a mix of curiosity and nervousness in your eyes, but Harry gently held them open.

He leaned down, kissing your forehead softly, and whispered, "It's okay, my love. I'm here with you." His voice was filled with reassurance, and it eased your anxiety.

With his free hand, Harry reached down to grip his shaft, giving himself a few strokes as you watched him curiously, your face flushed. You couldn't help but comment, "You're big," your innocence shining through.

Harry smiled kindly at you, his eyes locked on yours. "Yes, my dear, I am. Would you like to touch me?"

You nodded, your hand extending hesitantly. Harry guided your hand, allowing you to touch him, your intimate connection deepening with every moment. You felt a surge of desire as you explored him, your touch causing him to shudder with pleasure.

Harry, now fully aware of your desires and your readiness, slowly advanced, positioning himself between your legs. He could feel your tightness and cursed lightly with pleasure, which sent shivers of desire through you.

You shuddered in response to his curse, the anticipation building as Harry continued to move forward, inch by inch, until he reached your barrier. Harry held still, gazing into your eyes with love and longing, waiting for your consent, knowing that this moment would bind you together in a way unlike any other.

With your silent nod, Harry understood your unspoken permission. He moved forward with slow and deliberate care, breaking your barrier with a gentle push. You gasped in pain, your eyes brimming with tears, but Harry was right there, hugging you tightly and kissing away your tears.

He kept his movements slow and measured, feeling your discomfort gradually give way to a growing sense of pleasure. As the initial pain subsided, your moans of pleasure began to fill the room, your nails digging into Harry's back, urging him on.

Harry's self-control was a testament to his love and devotion to you. He resisted the urge to pump hard and fast, instead maintaining a slow and steady pace, savoring every moment of your intimate connection.

As your moans of pleasure mingled with his, Harry couldn't help but let out a whispered, "You feel incredible, my love." His voice was laced with desire, and he reveled in the way you blushed at his words.

Your connection deepened with each passing moment, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Harry couldn't resist the temptation to talk dirty, wanting to drive you to even greater heights of pleasure.

"Oh, my love," he whispered seductively in your ear, "You're so tight and wet for me. I love how you moan for me, how you claw at my back. You're mine, all mine."

Your blush deepened as Harry's dirty talk intensified your arousal. You responded with passionate moans and whispered words of desire, unable to contain your pleasure.

Your bodies moved together with increasing urgency, your love and desire reaching a fevered pitch. Harry's thrusts grew harder and faster, your moans becoming a symphony of pleasure, your connection reaching a climax that left you both breathless and utterly satisfied.

As you lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of your love, Harry whispered sweet words of love and devotion to you. Your wedding night had been a culmination of your deep love for one another, and you knew that your journey together had only just begun.

After their two-week honeymoon filled with unforgettable memories in Miami, Harry and you returned to your cozy home in England. You had a feeling of contentment, knowing that your journey as a married couple had officially begun.

One sunny afternoon, you decided to unwind and take care of some post-wedding tasks, like unwrapping your wedding gifts. You sat together in your living room, surrounded by beautifully wrapped presents from family and friends.

As you excitedly opened each gift, your gratitude for the love and support you had received during your wedding celebrations grew. There were elegant dinnerware sets, luxurious bedding, and even a few quirky, personalized gifts that brought smiles to your faces.

Once you had unwrapped most of the gifts, Harry had a spontaneous idea. He turned to you with a playful grin and said, "You know, my love, we haven't set up our answering machine yet. How about we do it together? And let's make it fun!"

Your eyes sparkled with amusement, and you nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a great idea, Harry. Let's make it memorable."

You gathered the essentials for recording and sat down in front of the answering machine. Harry took the lead, his voice exuding charm and humor as he began the recording.

"Hello there! You've reached the Hart residence," Harry said in a cheerful, almost telemarketing-like tone. "Congratulations! You've reached the most interesting answering machine in England. We're not available right now, but don't despair. Your call is very important to us!"

You couldn't help but giggle at Harry's playful tone. You leaned closer to the microphone and added your own shy but sweet contribution, "Yes, very important. Um, please leave a message after the beep, and we'll get back to you as soon as we can."

Harry continued with his amusing lines, saying, "If you're calling for the secret to a happy marriage, press 1. If you want to chat about our honeymoon in Miami, press 2. And if you just want to say hi, press 3. We look forward to hearing from you!"

You chimed in again, your voice soft but endearing, "And, um, thank you for calling. Have a lovely day!"

You both burst into laughter as you heard the answering machine beep, signaling the end of your spontaneous recording. It might have been a bit unconventional, but it perfectly captured your playful and loving dynamic as a newlywed couple.

With your answering machine recording set, Harry and you continued to unwrap your wedding gifts, cherishing each one and the well-wishes that came with them. You knew that your journey together as husband and wife would be filled with laughter, love, and many more memorable moments like this one.

[kiminachi]

Lewandowski smut??🙈

Lewandowski x Reader SMUT

Warming Sensation

A/N: Im sorry that this took a while to publish, but Happy New Years! I hope you enjoy <3

Continue With Caution 🫣

Includes: Slight swearing, sex, slight foreplay, honestly it’s kinda vanilla

The warm shower dampened your body with richness as you lathered yourself with soap. There was music that hummed through your ears, making the steamy moment just right. You were excited for your lover to come home from a long interview. You missed him dearly, wishing to collide your body with his. It has been a while since the last time you guys made love.

Robert was a man of elegance, but a fun, elegant man. After sometime, you shut off the water, feeling well-cleansed enough. The healthy minerals have been absorbed by your body, leaving you soft for tonight.

Stepping out the shower, you grab the most luxurious towel and dried your body off. You then take off your shower cap. You did not have the time to dry your hair, but you also washed it yesterday. It still had its pleasing smell from the shampoo. You wrapped the towel around your body, exiting the bathroom and into you and Robert’s bedroom.

“There you are, (Y/N).”

Startled, you turned to look at Robert, who was sitting on the bed. He was dressed in his white collared shirt that hugged his firm abs, with a black tie that hung from the collar, along with his dress pants that fit snug on his legs. “Robert? I didn’t hear you come in,” you walked in your closet to go find clothes, “how was the interview, dear?” you questioned.

“It was tedious, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” He confessed, then getting up to walk towards you, “you don’t have to get changed (Y/N).” You stopped reaching for your clothes and faced Robert confused to what he was saying, but turned on at the same time. You were about to speak until Robert put you in his arms, and carried you to the shared bed and laid you down. “Let us have some fun butterfly, it’s been a while” he deeply said into your ear. His polish accent made you turned on even more as you rubbed your legs together, agreeing to his words.

Robert then softly grabbed the towel that was wrapped around you and unwrapped it slowly to reveal your tender body, one step at a time. He loved your luscious body, and handled it with grace. He looked you up and down and smirked, “you’re so beautiful” after saying that, he takes ahold of your lips and kissed you lovingly. The back-and-forth lip locking was up to perfection. The two of you were flawlessly rhythmic, despite the long break of sex. You mindlessly grabbed onto his tie, pulling him down to further deepen the kiss. Robert sneakily took one of his fingers and entered it in your vagina. He curled it in ways that sent blood rushing throughout your entire body, but then eventually he let go. You were a little upset to the sudden stopping, but you let him do whatever he desired.

Robert tried to steady his breath as he let his tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt, he let it fall off of him revealing his prominent abs. You leveled your hand to his collar bone, and ran your hand down till you reached his v-line. “Take my pants off, don’t be shy” he caressed your cheek and bent down his head to kiss your neck. You hurried to unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants; you pulled his pants down as he kicked it off. You could see his hard cock shining through his boxers. As if it was a gracious snack, you helped yourself by rubbing your hand against his bulge. Robert groaned and bit your neck, making you moan, “R-Robert”. He loved hearing you moan, especially his name. He then positioned his clothed cock and grinded on your wet area. You quivered in pleasure, moving your hips to fit his motion. The warmth that you felt from his made it feel even better. You could stay like this, however you wanted more.

“Robert.. I want- no need you inside of me, you turned me on well enough, please, I don’t want to wait anymore.” You said with a heavy breath. He let go from your neck with a bruise left on it. He kissed your forehead,

“Don’t cum too quick when I enter you.” He could tell that you were in a very horny state. Robert stopped grinding and you shifted your hands to pull down his boxers. His stiff cock appeared out his boxers; you missed seeing his great length with a girth that satisfied you pleasurably. It was also slightly curved which enhanced the pleasure. Robert grinned, feeling confident and rested his tip with pre-cum onto your clit. “Condom or no condom?” He questioned,

“It doesn’t matter, I have Plan B in the cabinet.” You replied. Robert was happy to hear this as he could fully feel the pleasure from your insides. He took the opportunity and slid his cock down to your entrance. You wrapped your legs around his body and he slowly entered his hardened cock, making you adjust to his size again. You clinged onto his back, gently digging your nails into him and squirming in delight as he now fully entered your pussy. “F-fuck, Robert, oh my goodness, start fucking me, please.. please” he complied and slowly began to thrust inside you. Each thrust was divine and sent jolts of electricity through your body. He picked up the pace and you tensed up with sensational pleasure. His curved cock smooched your cervix making you scream in glee.

“You feel so good (Y/N), you make me feel so fucking good” groaned Robert. Your moaning and his soft groans mixed in the air. Your head was thrown back into the pillow and Robert began to suck on your tit, while fondling the other. The stimulation made you dizzy, but it felt amazing. You could feel him thrust faster as the bed was now squeaking. You rolled your eyes back, almost having your limit be reached.

“Robert, I’m going to cum,” it was hard to talk being bewitched, “c-cum inside me”.

He was now ramming into your pussy and his groans got louder. You guys were on the same brainwave,

“I’m cumming, fuck! (Y/N)!” He yelled out your name, pushing 3 last thrusts and cumming into your vagina. You climaxed with him and felt his warm cum deep into your body. You twitched with each breath, relaxing your muscles. Robert couldn’t support himself and rolled off of you, “Hah, (Y/N), you’re magnificent” he turned to look at you, running his fingers through your hair, “I love you my dear” he expressed.

“I love you too,“ you tried to get up, but you were too sore, “uhmm, could you get the pill please Robert?”

“Sure thing my love.”

[edelweissbarnes]

Utter Devotion

DemonPrinceStolas x f!reader

Tw: (gentle)dom vibes, praise kink, heavy smut, shapeshifting, choking kink

It's a long one folks... I just want to try something new...

You took a deep breath before knocking at the great prince rooms' door.

"Come in" you heard his voice saying and with a compose move you make you entry with a tray in your hands.

"Your evening tea, your majesty" you murmur with a soft tone, directing yourself at the low table near the sofa, where the prince is laying.

With a measured gesture you place the tray on the table and perform a small bow.

'mmm..." he sniffs the light aroma from the teapot, closing lighty his glowing ruby eyes "chamomile and lemon balm...my favourite blend..oh y/n dear...thank you...you are always so attentive...my best student" he praises you before sitting down. The feathers on his face are ruffled, as if he is stressed by too many thoughts.

"You look tired my lord...can I do something for you?"you murmur with hesitation in your tone. You're a mere human on the Ars Goetia infernal court, you were chosen for your particular interests in herbs, poisonous plants and stars, sciences under the dominion of the great prince of hell before you.

At your question, the owl demon turns its head towards you, intrigued.

"Any ideas on how to lighten a head full of thoughts, little one?" he murmurs in his calm voice, his tone gentle. Since your arrival at the infernal court, you have been the most curious and capable student in the last 500 years of the great prince's life. Your pleasant appearance was also an added bonus when choosing to confirm your permanent presence at the court.

"You taught me, my lord, that when your head flies too high that is when you must keep your feet firmly planted on the ground," you reply as a small, shy smile adorns your lips.

The prince's ruby eyes watch you, a nod of the head is the only gesture that intimates you to continue.

Nodding you move to the cabinet where you know the prince keeps the ingredients for his herbal lessons, with a confident hand you open the doors and grab a couple of small bottles, a small bowl and a dark jar.

You feel his gaze burning on your back as you mix the carrier oil together with the scented extracts in the small bowl with a steady hand.

Once finished, you turn and approach the prince, kneeling gracefully at his feet, letting the crimson dress you wear surround you,like an ethereal blood halo.

"May I touch you, my lord?" You ask in a whisper.

His gaze has never left you, even now that he has clearly understood what your intentions are.

He chuckles, a soft sound reverberating inside your ribcage, slowly sliding downwards, towards your core, like honey.

"Oh little one...maybe you'll find it easier with this look..." he murmurs, lowering the volume of his voice before changing his appearance to the one he usually uses in the mortal world, the one you first met him with.

His dark hair is pulled back, his alabaster skin stands out, pale as if kissed by the moon while his eyes, icy blue with the irises circled in red, betray his demonic nature.

"Go on..." he whispers with a small smile on his lips while he took off the lace tie he wears around his neck, then unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt.

At that vision you blush as a wave of arousal pools in your core, causing you to lightly clench your thighs. Carefully you let your hands grasp the silky fabric of his long socks, sliding them down his calves, one leg at a time, until they are bare. Once uncovered, you dip your fingers into the small bowl of oil and perfumed essences, before gently rubbing your hands together, warming the oil before touching his pale skin. You let your fingers press gently but firmly, sliding down from calf to ankle, several times, earning faint moans of relief from the prince, who now leans his head back against the sofa.

You can't help but find it extremely sexy.

"I hope this pleases you, your majesty," you whisper, continuing the massage. You then move from the ankle to the sole of the foot, first caressing the sole entirely with the palm of your hand, then letting your thumb trace a path down its centre from the heel to below the toes.

You see him arches his back and pushing his head back while a low growl escapes his gracious plump lips.

Suddenly he compose himself and his hand grips your chin, obliging you to come closer to him and watch him in the eyes.

"surely you have your ways, little one..." he whispers while his lips graze yours. His smell of rosemary, juniper and amber fills your nostrils and it intertwines with your desire, leaving you dizzy.

"Having you like this, between my legs... in your devious crimson dress... wondering if this pleases me...' he whispers against your jaw. His other hand grabs your wrist bringing your hand to his clothed crotch. You feel how hard he is and you close your eyes, uttering a soft whimper as you surrender yourself completely to him.

"Is my aswer clear enough?..." he asks, his voice deep and devouring.

You let out another soft whimper and you rub meekly his clothed manhood with your fingers.

"May...may I worship you my Lord?" You ask him, pure devotion in your tone.

"So meek and eager to please your master.... such a good girl you are, little one...' he muses as his hand descends on your throat squeezing lightly, slowing your breathing, without any opposition from you. The idea of your complete surrender, of your absolute devotion, ignites the spark of his lust.

"You'll be a pleasurable diversion...but not here..."he murmurs before snapping his fingers and taking you both to his bedroom, he sitting on his bed and you still between his legs.

"Your dress is lovely but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor" he purrs, his hand leaving your throat.

With an elegant move you stand and turn, giving him your back before shoving your long hair to your left shoulder so you can open your dress and let it flow from your body to the floor, revealing a tight laced crimson and black corset and a pair of long black stocking laced with black silk ribbons.

You turn calmly, feeling him exhales abruptly when he notices your bare sex.

"Your every wish is my command, my lord..." you whisper waiting for him to asking you what he want.

"Come here..." he murmurs signalling with his hand to come closer.

You come closer and kneel gracefully in front of him again. This time his hand cups your face and you feel a thin metal collar around your neck before his lips crash on yours. His tongue pushes lightly against your lips gaining entrance into your mouth. You moan into his mouth and without thinking about it your hands go to his thighs, tightening your grip as he devours you without hesitation. He groans in response of your touch and suddenly he broke the kiss, his eyes glowing darkly.

"Take me in this pretty mouth of yours..." he growls.

You let your hands slide up his thighs, until you reach the flap of his trousers, unbuttoning it and releasing his huge erection. You gasp and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Don't worry, little one... I know you can do it," he whispers reassuringly.

You bend down and let your tongue lick the tip and the crown, tasting his flavour. At that contact you feel a flush of heat emanating from his chest and a low growl, as if he wants to spur you on. You then open your mouth as wide as you can, welcoming his member and hollowing your cheeks to suck him as best you can. Your tongue encircles him, teasing the most sensitive and exposed spots. He moans while his hand caress your hair.

"You are taking me so well..." he praises you, panting.

You let him go deeper, touching the back of your throat with the tip of his cock and at his praise you clench your tights trying to control your arousal.

He moans loudly before tightening his grip on your hair as he leaves your mouth, leaning you back so that your mouth is exposed to him.

"Oh Y/n you're making me so proud...i think you may need a reward..." he whispers darkly with a mischievous smirk, his thumb grazing your lower lip. Slowly he encourages you to lay on the bed and he cups your sex and he let his long digits taste your heat.

"I'm going to fuck this little, sexy, needy" he pauses and hums at the obscene squelcing sound of his fingers on your arousal "cunt of yours into oblivion..."he whispers against your ear while you can't stop moaning from his ministration. His fingers are touching one of your most sensitive spots inside you while the other is circling your clit but you stiff as you want to resist the urge of your body to release.

"Don't resist my dear Y/n...you know, when someone grant me the kind of devotion you have for me, it pleases me over everything else to see them thriving in pleasure...and that's exactly what i expect from you tonight...I want to see you come as many times as your heart desires, screaming my name while every fiber of your body tremble in pure ecstasy" he murmurs softly forcing his fingers to claim your orgasm with expert gestures. The sensation of the orgasm coiling into your belly is becoming unbearable and you let go every resistence.

"There you go...now, scream my name...I want everyone in the palace know your pleasure is mine..." he whispers slyly coaxing the orgasm from your body.

"STOLAS!" You scream, closing you eyes and clutching the silken dark sheets in your hands as your body trembles.

"You're beautiful when you come my dear...as expected..." he murmurs, adoration in his voice. He brings his fingers, dripping with your juices, to his mouth, licking and sucking like it was a delicatesse " but your taste is far more sweeter than I imagined..." he whispers subtly before leaning between your legs.

His hands grips your thighs, gently scratching the delicate skin, leaving you open to his mouth to devour you as he pleases. He blows on your overstimulated clit, making you shudder with relief, but shortly afterwards you feel his tongue teasing your folds. You instinctively want to clench your thighs to resist that indulgent stimulation but his firm grip prevents you from resisting, leaving you no choice but to enjoy yourself to the full.

You arch your back and you feel his lips sucking hardly your clit, you moan loudly, thrusting your hips into his mouth and instinctively you bring a hand to his hair, tightening your grip as he devours you.

"Yes...yes, little one....be consumed by the pleasure I can give you...let it go and let your instincts rule you..." he huffs against your swollen sex. His eyes glow red, delighted, as he watches you give in to pleasure again.

"My lord...I'm...I'm cumiiiing..." you whimper and you feel his grip on your thighs tighten, bringing you even closer to his mouth to let him drown in your release.

He licks your dripping cunt voraciously, caressing the exposed skin of your thighs, which he now brings closer to his face. He moans under his breath, moving his lips over the thin sensitive skin close to your heat, sucking slowly before planting his sharp teeth into your soft flesh, marking you until your blood mixes with the sweet taste of your pleasure. He then proceeds with small kisses to the hem of one of your stockings and with an elegant gesture unties the silk bow holding it up, then lets his fingers, followed by his mouth, slide down your leg, to your ankle, freeing you from the garment, then doing the same with the other stocking.

You feel the blood boil in your veins along with a desire you have never felt before.

He sheds the elegant white shirt he is wearing, leaving you to admire the lean physique of his human form. A small tuft of light-coloured hair overshadows his chest and further down, below his navel, a darker stripe points the sinful way to his erect cock. You gasp at the vision and he chuckles darkly.

"What do you want, my dear Y/n?" He asks slyly while he start to grind his erection between your wet folds. Your legs are resting against his chest. His hand caress the brocade fabric of your corset and he let his finger slide mischievously in the space between your boobs then grabbing the hem of the corset to assert his dominance.

"You, my lord...I want you..." you breathe shamelessly.

"Use my name little one...I crave the sweet and adoring way you can say it..." he whispers before snapping his fingers and get rid of your corset, having you completely naked under him as he thrusts inside you.

"FUCK!" you murmur breathless, your eyes widening at his sudden intrusion. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

"Language" he scolds you by hitting your exposed clit with a light slap but stopping his movement inside you to give you time to stretch and get used to his size.

"I'm sorry..." you whimper meekly, a couple of tears forming at the edge of your eyes like it's too much to bare.

" if you won't say my name willingly...I'll have to coax it from your sweet and tempting lips my dear Y/n..." he says with a devilish smile on his face as he starts to move inside you. His arm tightens your legs against his chest so that he can reach deep inside you, drawing a hoarse moan from your lips. He teases your sensitive spots but as soon as he notices your approaching orgasm, he slows down, inflaming your desire for release.

"Stolas...please..." you beg him.

"What do you want little one?" He answers you, resuming his torture of excitement and denial.

"Please...please...make me cum...Stolas I beg you..." you murmur your plea with a broken voice.

"As you beg me so kindly, my dear....I cannot not oblige gladly your request" he reply with a grin as he thrusts deeply and finally you feel the wave of the orgasm coiling into your belly and washes over you. You repeat his name like a prayer as you ride your high, shuddering. Hard spasms let your walls clench around his cock. He groans, grabbing your tights as he moves at an erratic pace searching for his release.

"Please Stolas...mark me with your seed..." you beg candidly.

Your words and your blissful expression are his demise: with a low growl he tighten the grip on your tights, leaving on your pale skin bruises, and he came, roughly and copiously.

Panting, he leans slightly towards your face.

"Oh little one...I'm going to have so much fun with you..." he whispers with a devilish smile on his lips as his eyes glow bleakly