#yes mastrubate for me.

[vivvangel]

fantasize | sim jake (extended ver.)

synopsis: nerd jake who's known to be quite self reserved, but he cannot seem to get you and your skirt out of his mind. › pairings & contents: nerd!jake x classmate reader, dom!jake x sub!afab!reader. smut with plot ✧ warnings: kissing and teasing!! - perverted thoughts, jealousy, fist-fucking (jake), blowjob, doggy position, guided mastrubation, jake has a thing for skirts, heavy degradation.

can be read by itself, however, reading the headcannons is advised !

wc: 1.5k

ever since he jerked off to the imagination of fucking you in that pretty skirt — jake thinks he's lost his mind. jerking off so often, getting horny so often, that wasn't his thing before, but you absolutely ruined his brain wearing that skirt.

"ah, fuck" he hisses, rubbing his tip. every time he closes his eyes and strokes his cock just a little faster, jake can't help but fantasize about the ways you probably would swallow all of his cum, maybe even whimper his name,, how your pussy would be throbbing, dripping wet for him only. he didn't even know he could crave someone so much, so desperately, so fucking desperately.

with his swift hip movements, jake continues to thrust his cock into his tight fist, in desperate hopes of recreating the sweet tightness of your perfect cunt. he was mentally cursing at myself for fucking his fist so many times at just the mere sight of you, but nonetheless, he tightens his grasp around his cock to mimic the tightness of your, what he imagined to be your perfect pussy, his head falls against the bed's headboard of his bed, as literal shocks of warm satisfaction blurred his peripheral vision — "f-fuck", jake grunts, letting his eyes roll back.

this can't be this way. he has to have you, one way or another. he scoffs, thinking to himself that this is completely ridiculous. why would someone like you even look at someone like ... him? he brushes his thoughts off, and goes to his desk to finish some assignments off.

the day after went as bad as it could. he was sitting in his usual place, a row or two behind you, and what does he see? he glares at the guy next to you, with his arm around your shoulder. he wants to approach the guy in question, and do something he would regret. he groans to himself, and as the lecture continues, he grows more and more restless, and if it was even possible, even more jealous. once the lecture finally ends, he's the first to get out of the room, and to his other class. that night, jake didn't get off to you, resulting in him being extremely, ungodly, horny the next day.

he can't bring himself to approach you, knowing you might have a boyfriend, but he gets over his nervousness and goes up to you — and holy shit, you're wearing a short skirt again. "hey, uh y/n -- do you have-" he pauses, his eyes travelling down to your legs and thighs, but he looks back at you. "uh, yesterday's notes?", you tilt your head, as a smirk spreads on your lips, but you play dumb to his sudden question, you nod. "you could've just texted me, jake", you softly say, taking out your notebook out of your bag. he has no idea how he's keeping his cool, but you know his name? oh fucking hell. "u-uh, i could've but, i don't have your number" he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, making you chuckle. "give me your phone, i'll put it in if you need me next time" you smile, giving him your notebook. jake almost hurriedly takes his phone out, motioning it to you and letting out a dry chuckle, "t-thanks" god, he felt fucking stupid. how did you have him stumbling over his words? little did he know, you thought he was so fucking cute.

you grab his phone from him, putting your number in, saving the contact as "y/n baby💋" and when jake reads that, his eyes widen. "y/n baby?" he hesitantly asks, "yes?" you respond, the smirk never left your face, and his jaw drops. "no, i meant --" he's unsure of what to say, he's literally flabbergasted. you let out a chuckle, "i'm messing with you, i get it" — "don't you have a boyfriend, though?" he abruptly asks, his tone almost coming off as protective. "me? what?, no" you tell him, completely confused as to how he came to that conclusion. "the guy, yesterday, arm around your shoulder and all-"

"you were watching me yesterday, too?"

"that's not what i asked"

"so, you were watching me yesterday, too"

"for god's sake, y/n — wait, what do you mean 'too'"

you stand up, crossing your arms. "do you think i don't see you staring at me, jakey?" you smirk, and he's trying to form a coherent sentence. "i'm not-- 'm not staring, just.." he trails off, unsure how to end that sentence. you break the silence, "jake, i have another class in a bit, i'll see you later today? i'll text you! bye?" you wave, rushing out of the room to get to your class. all while jake stood there, dumbfounded.

jake has no idea how he was in deep inside you and you on the other hand, had no idea how someone that cute could be this hot. you felt almost stupid for thinking he'd be the submissive type. boy, were you so so wrong. you didn't know that that a mere skirt, and some teasing was all it took jake to smash his lips onto yours, and pulling you onto his lap — in his dorm, may i add. you were flustered, how could someone who looked so innocent be so . . . sexy?

and what exactly followed afterwards?

his hands explored your body under your crop-top, and you couldn't help but let out a moan into his mouth, in the heat of the moment, riling him up further. he pulls out of the kiss, slapping your thigh, making you whimper. "what a fucking slut, do you just let anyone touch you, huh?" you shake your head, signalling a no — you expected him to be nicer with your response, but you earn another slap on your exposed thigh. (you think to yourself, "maybe wearing a skirt is useful after al"l)

"wear skirts these days intentionally, don't you? you like the attention you get? what a desperate slut" he scoffs, resulting in you biting your lip. how was he degrading you so bad, but you liked it? "j-jakey.. please do something, anything" you breathe out, and he lets out a dry, almost dark, chuckle. "anything? mhm, you'll take anything i give you like the good girl you are, right baby?" you nod your head, feeling your panties drenching by the second. "hmm, 'm not gonna let you off so easily, earn it, slut" — your eyes widen,, "are you okay with this, pretty?" he asks, his tone coming off more kind and soft, it's almost like a whisper. "treat me like the slut i am, jakey" — "is that so?"

you don't understand why, but his voice makes your core keep tingling. you choke over your own words, making jake smirk. "on your knees, pretty girl" he demands, and you reciprocate immediately, getting on your knees on the floor, as jake slouches on the couch, you can see his raging boner under his sweatpants — and holy shit. your hands hurried pull down his pants, quietly gasping at his length, making him smirk. "too big for your pretty little mouth, mhm? too bad, baby". you wrap your hand around his cock, jake's own hand enveloping yours, "fuck slut, cmon, it's all yours" he uses your hand to stroke himself up and down, jerking himself off while you look up at him with glazed eyes. "f-fuck baby, your hand feels so good, mind letting me how your pretty mouth feels?"

you would never ever deny, wrapping your lips around his cock, your tongue eagerly licking and teasing his cock, making him grunt. "d-don't tease, baby". jake suddenly felt your lips sliding up and down the head of his length, feeling his cock hit the back of your neck. jake groans when you take him deeper, and deeper into your mouth. he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his hands then going to the back of your head, holding you as he starts thrusting his hips unintentionally. you almost gag, but you control it. as jake pushes his dick down your throat for one last time, he lets go. his cum filling your mouth, and dripping down your chin, "fucking hell, baby. you look so pretty my baby" he says, picking you up. you'd think as a nerd, jake wouldn't have time to work out, but you were so wrong. he was rather . . . strong, to your surprise.

taking you to his bedroom, he wastes no time. "i'm asking just to be sure, though you're clearly more than ready, but-- can i do this, baby? fill your cunt to the brim, baby?" he asks softly, putting you down on his bed. "please, jakey, please..." is all you could say, and that's all it took him to undress you, not taking your skirt off, you tug at your skirt, but he puts your hand away. "what?"

"want the skirt on" he simply answers,

"you have a thing for skirts?"

"just on you, i guess" he awkwardly chuckles.

"should wear them more often"

"that-- that, you should"

he kisses you, "day dreamt about this, baby, got off to the thought of you so many times" he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "on your stomach for me, please, pretty?"

what can he say? he can't get over the thought of fucking you in a skirt

and, let's just say, assignment completed !

viv's note 💌: thank you for waiting so patiently for this, lovies. hope yall like it. and before u complain about the ending!!! i wanna give you guys a separate smut drabble of that instead of having it here! hope you all aren't disappointed:/ love u guys sm<3

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Agent Peña

Summary: You and Javi are unpacking as you move into your new house, when you come across something unusual in one of the boxes. Surprise, it's Javi's old tac vest, and boy, do you need to show him how good he still looks in it.

Word Count: 5.3K (I'm surprised it's not longer, I could write a thesis about this vest)

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (no used of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) BOY OH BOY- unprotected p in v sex (be better pls), oral (m receiving), face fucking, mastrubation (f), big ole praise kink, creampie, cum play (ig??), soft dom!Javi (still being our consent king as always), Javi lifts reader up on the dresser and holds her hair, Javi's got a FILTHY mouth, THE VEST STAYS ON LADIES AND GENTS (gn)

A/N: ....Well.... Here we are. This idea has been rotting in the back of my brain for SO long, and I am finally ready to serve my time in horny jail 🫡 As y'all know, Javi's tac vest is deeply important to me, and it only feels right to support my namesake as such by sharing my deeply dirty thoughts of getting absolutely obliterated by this man in that stupid fucking vest. If you know me, no you DON'T, please do not make eye contact with me for the next 7-10 business days. 🤪

This can be read as a stand alone, or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!!

“Are you sure this is the last box?” 

“Yes, Hermosa, I’m positive.”

“Well, that was your answer 3 boxes ago, Jav.” 

You laughed to yourself, hauling what was supposedly the last cardboard box out of the back of Javi’s truck as you followed behind him into your new house. Your official move in day had finally come, and while you and Javi had been periodically transporting things from your apartment to the new house since it had been finished with construction, today was the last day on your lease, and the first day of your forever in your new home together. While you couldn't have been more excited to finally be in a real home of your own with Javi, you were much less excited about the 47 trips you had made in and out of the house, hauling boxes to and from Javi’s truck, and unpacking your entire existence into your new living space. 

You let out a little grunt as you set down the box into the mountain-like pile that had accumulated in your living room, Javi sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he planted a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“You promise this was the last one?” You giggled, your voice oozing with sarcasm as you gave Javi a playful nudge while he held you in his grasp. 

“Promise.” He laughed, giving you a squeeze, only making you squeal and squirm even more. “Hopefully unpacking shouldn’t take too long, I’ll start moving the heavier shit upstairs and in the garage, and I’ll come help you down here when I’m done.” 

“What, are you saying I'm not strong enough to carry the heavy boxes? Rude.” You teased, spinning around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest, one eyebrow raised. 

“You know that’s not what I’m trying to say, you dork.” Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at your utter lack of seriousness in response to his comment. 

“I don’t know… Sure seems like it to me… I just don’t think that- HEY! PUT ME DOWN! STOP, STOP, YOU MEANIE!” You screeched, flapping your arms in hysterical laughter as Javi slung you over his shoulder, trapping you in the only way he’d figured out how to get you to stop with your never ending sass- tickling you until you were close to tears. “Fine, I- Javi! Stop! You win! You win! Let me go, you butt!” 

“Did you just call me a butt?” He snorted, setting you back down on the ground, smirking at the goofy grin on your face as you tried to recompose yourself, post tickle torture. 

“I would have come up with a better insult if I wasn’t close to almost peeing my pants.” You grumbled, sticking your tongue out at Javi, the two of you trying your best to keep from bursting into laughter again. 

“Will you just go start unpacking, weirdo? The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can go break in the new bed.” He smirked, biting down on his lip, his eyes looking you up and down with a mischievous sparkle. 

“Oooorrrrrr… We could just go break it in now and unpack later?” You shrugged, placing your hands on Javi’s chest, grabbing a fist full of the soft cotton of his worn t-shirt as you pressed up on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his pouty lip. 

“As much as I want to,” He paused, pressing his lips back into yours, feeling the smile of his smug grin, “If we go now, there’s no way all of this is ever getting unpacked.” 

“Ugh, fine. You win again, Mr. Reasonable.” You frowned, giving him one last quick kiss before pulling away to search through the endless sea of cardboard to sort where each box needed to go. You reached down, hoisting up one labeled “bedroom” and resting it on your hip, pointing to the scratchy scribbles of Javi’s handwriting. “Look! I’m already going to the bedroom, soooooo…” 

“Osita…”   

“Fine, fine. You better move those boxes fast. Rude to keep your wife waiting like this, ya know.” 

“Will you please just go unpack, Hermosa?” He sighed, laughing and shaking his head, hiking up two boxes, heavy enough to make his biceps flex and the veins in his forearms incredibly noticeable. You could almost hear yourself audibly gulp as you watched him walk up the stairs, the muscles of his back flexing and straining deliciously against the gray cotton of his t-shirt. 

“Jesus fucking Christ…” You muttered to yourself, in awe of your husband’s sheer broadness. So in awe, in fact, that you hadn’t even realized you had let your box slip from its place resting against your hip onto the living room floor, making you jump and startle yourself, scrambling to try and pick it back up in hopes that Javi hadn’t noticed. 

“You okay, baby?” Javi shouted from halfway up the stairs, peeking his head over the railing to see what had happened. 

“Yup, yup, totallyyyyy fine, all good, just going to unpack, nothing to see here.” You mumbled, darting down the hallway, eyes peeled in whatever direction was the exact opposite of Javi. 

Oof. You better find a way to become the world’s fastest unpacker. 

Thankfully, you and Javi seemed to make an unspoken pact to unpack in separate parts of the house to avoid distracting each other, Javi now working on organizing things in the garage while you worked on sorting all of the things that belonged in your master bedroom. Clothes and sheets had been easy to put away compared to all of the pots and pans you had unboxed in the kitchen before this, working your best to put things away as fast as you could with keeping the metal clashing and clanging to a minimum.

 As you dragged the last box labeled “Master Bedroom” into your room from the hallway, you were curious what kind of contents could be inside, considering you’d put away all of yours and Javi’s clothes, and whatever bedding belonged in your room. You spun the box around to each side, looking for any more clues, until your last turn, where you found “Javi DEA” printed on the upper corner. 

You paused for a moment, letting your fingers drum across the tattered cardboard, questioning whether or not you should leave it for Javi to deal with, or open it up for yourself. You gently chewed on your bottom lip as you internally debated, trying to rationalize with yourself before quite literally opening up a box into Javi’s past.

You had heard about the good, bad and ugly that had been Javi’s life in Colombia before returning home to Laredo, so you would be shocked to find something in this box that Javi really didn’t want you to see. 

It’s not like there was anything he’d be trying to hide from you in there, right? Probably just a bunch of badges and paperwork, anyways. 

With a little sigh and a shrug, you carefully ripped down the seam of the tape holding the box together, slowly lifting the cardboard flaps to reveal the contents inside. As you peeked into the box, you let out a little huff of relief to find out that your suspicions were correct- nothing but file folders, old badges and ancient coffee mugs with DEA symbols slapped across the front. 

You began making your way through the box, sorting its contents into piles for Javi to go through once he was finished in the garage. Even though majority of the items inside the DEA box were less than thrilling (unless you had a thing for reading 50 page long contracts full of legal jargon), you did get a kick out of Javi’s old badges, giggling at his grumpy frown that seemed to be plastered across his face in every picture he took from the time he started, until he retired. What cracked you up even more was finding the badges from the first few years Javi must have started working for the DEA, still sporting his signature pout, but with a clean shaven baby face you had only had the pleasure of seeing from the photo albums of Javi's youth that his father, Chucho, had so lovingly offered to share with you.

You gave the picture a sweet smile before setting it down with the rest of the badges in the growing pile, mindlessly reaching back into the box to pull out what you assumed would be more file folders full of paperwork. Except this time, you felt your fingertips graze against what felt like tough and worn fabric, dragging your hand further along the cloth until hitting a patch of scratchy velcro, making you cock your head in confusion. You scooted yourself over closer to the box, peering under the few manilla folders left inside to spot an army green strap popping out from in between them. 

Now very much intrigued, you dug your hand between the sea of papers, yanking on the mystery item to reveal a deep olive green vest, followed by a few crinkled pictures that must have been stuck inside it, gently fluttering to the floor in front of you. You set down the much heavier than expected vest to pick up one of the photos face down on the carpet, only to turn it over and feel your jaw practically drop to the floor and eyes bulge out of your skull. Because in that picture, was not just any photo of Javi from his time in Colombia, this was a photo of Javi, in the very vest that you had dug out from the bottom of his box. 

And holy fuck did he look hot. 

Frantically, you picked up another photo that had fallen to the floor, feeling your heart legitimately skip a beat to find it was another shot of him in the vest, his dark curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat soaking his skin and the light blue button down underneath it, hands resting on the hips of his dark gray khaki pants that left very little to the imagination. You flipped over one last picture, only to find the same, breathtaking visual of him in that damn vest, his biceps straining against the sweat-stained cotton of his army green shirt, the veins in his forearms prominently on display as he held the gun he was carrying pointed at the ground. 

While you had never seen these photos, or even known about this mystery vest until today, there was a part of you that was glad you hadn’t- the way Javi looked suited up in that vest had your head reeling in a way you weren’t sure you’d ever recover from, because Jesus Fucking Christ, it was the hottest goddamn thing you’d ever seen. 

Your eyes darted back and forth between the three photos, each picture somehow looking better than the last every time you found a new detail to drink in that made Javi look even more delicious.

Holy fuck.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander even further than it already was, picturing what Javi would look like with it on now, the broadness of his shoulders filling out the vest even more than he would have the last time he wore it. 

You were so entranced, so lost in ogling at how attractive Javi looked in the vest, that you hadn’t noticed the sound his familiar footsteps trudging down the hallway, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom and watching you as you sat cross legged on the floor, hunched over the now nearly empty box. 

“Hey, Hermosa, I’m almost all done in the garage if you wanna-” Javi’s voice quietly trailed off as his eyes wandered, looking at the items from inside the box spread across the floor, stopping at the long forgotten sight of his old tac vest propped up against the cardboard.

He couldn’t help but quietly laugh to himself, simply out of shock that you had even found the vest in the first place, considering he hadn’t even remembered it had been living inside a box that hadn’t been touched since it was shipped back to Laredo with the rest of his things post DEA.

“Where the hell’d you find this? I haven’t seen this thing in fucking years.” He chuckled, reaching down to pick up the well worn armor, letting his thumb run along the seams of the rough fabric as he held it up in front of him, blocking your blushing and bright red face from his view. 

“It was uh- it was at the bottom of the box.” You gulped, trying not to stumble over your words, biting down on your tongue to try and keep your embarrassingly sheepish smirk at bay, Javi’s eyes now meeting yours as he lowered the vest from his view. He tilted his head in confusion at your clearly flustered state, reaching out his free hand to gently grab your arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin, his touch only making you more riled up. 

“Hermosa, are you okay?” 

“Yeah I’m- yes, I’m- I’m fine, it’s stupid.” You muttered, making no attempts to cover up your clearly blatant lie, darting your eyes away from Javi and shifting your gaze to the floor to try and hide your hot, flushed face, embarrassed that you were this worked up from 3 old photos and a piece of police gear.

But unfortunately for you, Javi knew you like the back of his hand, and knew all too well when you weren’t telling him something that was on your mind. 

Letting his hand slide up your arm and across your collarbone, he stopped at your chin, forcing your gaze back on him, giving you a smug shrug and raise of his eyebrows, silently waiting for your real response, the one he knew you were hiding behind your bashful facade. 

“What’s going on, baby?” 

With your eyes locked on his, thumb resting under your jaw, you had no choice but to swallow your own pride, the sweet dark brown of his glare coaxing your sheepish secret right out of you. 

“There were- there were pictures of you in the vest in the box. You look- Jesus, Javi, you look really fucking hot.” 

“That’s it?” He laughed, softly swiping his thumb across your cheek, still feeling like he hadn’t quite gotten everything out of you. 

“Well I was thinking... that uh- if- what-” 

“What, baby? Talk to me, it’s okay.” 

Oh, fuck me. 

“Would you, um, would- would you put it on?” 

“Put it on?” He chuckled, lifting up the vest, gesturing towards it. 

“Mhhmmmm.” You nodded, letting your tongue run against your teeth before biting down on your bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat rapidly creeping through your body. 

“Like, right now?” 

“Like, right now.” 

Realizing that you were completely serious about your request, Javi let out a playful scoff, running his hand over the back of his neck, almost as flustered by your ask as you were at the thought alone of seeing him in his vest. 

“Really? I mean, uh- yeah, okay.” Working in a quick and determined silence, Javi began slipping the vest over his head, pulling it over his broad shoulders and unfastening the velcro sides before readjusting them, tugging the flaps tighter against his stomach to hold them in place, quietly grumbling to himself. “Used to be able to pull these a lot tighter…” He groaned, flattening the last strap against the velcro.

As his focused shifted from his vest to you, he couldn’t help but smirk at the dumbfounded look on your face- the image in front of you leaving you so completely stunned, you felt like you needed to wipe the corner of your mouth to make sure that there wasn’t any drool coming out of it. Your brain was so short circuited, at a loss to form any sort of coherent sentence, the best you could muster out was a low, shaky, “Holy fucking shit.” 

“Didn’t know you had a thing for tactical vests.” Javi grinned with a devilish look slowing spreading across his face, seeing the complete and utter mess you were becoming as he slowly stepped towards you, the looming image of his broad body in that fucking vest making your heart race and your palms sweat. 

“Well, I- I didn’t, um, I didn’t-” You stammered, your breath trembling as you tried to respond, your brain going blank as you watched Javi approach you. Before you had a chance to even try to and concoct some sort of answer, Javi’s hand was back under your chin, fingers wrapped around your jaw with a much tighter and demanding presence than just a few moments ago, sensing the undeniable shift of palpable tension in the room. 

“Didn’t what? Use your words, sweet girl.” He rasped, teasing you with his knowingly smug smirk, his words shooting straight to your core, making your stomach flip in anxious arousal. 

You could feel your words bobbing in your throat as you swallowed, your tongue darting out of your parted mouth, desperate to taste Javi’s lips now barely ghosting yours, patiently waiting for your response, relishing in the needy mess he could sense you were quickly becoming. 

“Didn’t realize it until I saw you in it. You look- fuck- you look so hot.” You whispered, feeling his warm breath against your skin as he sucked at your pulse point, his teeth nipping at your neck as a ragged moan escaped your mouth. “Javi…” 

“Not gonna give you what you want 'till you tell me. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” You could practically feel his satisfied smirk as his kisses worked their way down your neck towards your chest, each press of his lips taunting you, only making it harder and harder for any part of your brain to function. 

“I wanna- fuck- I wanna suck your dick. Fuck, I need to taste you.” You whimpered, reaching out to run your hand across his vest, letting it trail from his chest, down to his stomach, your fingertips grazing his belt buckle before a firm grasp wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand in place and stopping it from traveling any further. 

“Nuh-uh.” Javi tutted, rasping in your ear. “Be a good girl and ask first. Tell me how badly you need it.”  

“Please, Javi. Fuck, please let me suck your dick, baby. Please.” You moaned, sounding more desperate than you had intended, but fuck, there was nothing you wanted to do more than drop to your knees and worship him in the most sinful way you could.  

“Jesus, you’re so fucking pretty when you beg for it. You need me that bad, Hermosa?” Javi grinned, feeling you nod your head frantically, the hand he was holding in his grasp reaching for below his belt. “Okay, baby, show me how bad you need me, huh?” 

In an instant, you were dragging your hands down his vest, sinking to the ground as you frantically worked to undo his belt buckle, the quiet clang of the metal singing a song of sweet relief as you shuffled his pants down his legs before hooking your fingers around the elastic waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to meet his pants. pooling around his ankles. His cock sprung free as it was released, already painfully hard and weeping with precum as it slapped against his stomach, the sight alone making you lick your lips. You kissed the inside of his thighs, trailing your way up to his shaft in long, languid movements, dragging your tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock before sinking just his tip between your lips, swirling it in your mouth. 

You had barely touched him, but you were already so worked up that what had started as just a wet patch in your underwear had now turned into the fabric becoming completely soaked in your slick, leaving your cunt aching and throbbing. With your mouth still sucking and flicking at his tip, you couldn’t help but let your hand snake down your front, sneaking between your skin and the waistband of your pants as it dipped into your underwear. You let your fingers slide through your folds, before sinking them into your heat, your hips instinctively grinding down on your hand to find any sort of temporary relief as you fucked yourself with your fingers. 

Looking up at him with batted lashes, you sunk your mouth deeper down on his length, hollowing your cheeks as you took him inch by inch, watching his eyes go wide as you took the hand that had just been inside your pants back out to reveal the shiny slick covering your fingers, then wrapping them around his base, covering his shaft in your arousal. 

It was taking everything in him just to say fuck it right then and there, to toss you onto the bed and fuck you until you were begging him to stop, but watching the way you worked around his cock so needily had him so stunned, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but let you work your magic. 

“Jesus, fuck…” Javi muttered to himself, already feeling his balls beginning to tighten as your head bobbed along his dick, sinking down just enough to let the deep, musky scent of the curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nostrils. 

It wasn’t long before his hand was buried deep in your hair, his fingers cradling the back of your head as his hips began to buck towards your face, trying to hold himself back from full-on fucking your throat, until your fingers wrapped around the back of his thighs, bracing yourself as you gave Javi your silent nod of approval to keep going. Letting a low groan rumble in his chest, his second hand met the one already palming the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock as he thrust deeper into your throat, tears welling in your eyes and saliva spilling out the corners of your mouth. His tip brushed against your gag reflex, making you dig your fingertips further and further into his skin. 

“Oh fuck- this what you wanted, Quierda? To get on your knees and let me- shit, shit, shit- fuck that pretty little mouth of yours like the good girl you are?” Javi hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep himself together as he watched his length slide in and out of your mouth, tempted to let himself go and spill deep down your throat, watching his spend drip down your lips. But he knew he’d be kicking himself if he wasn’t finishing buried in the depths of your cunt, your warm, wet walls milking him of every last drop, clenching around him as you came. 

That was enough to pull him back to his senses, guiding his dick out of your mouth, the two of you catching your breath as you wiped your hand with the back of your mouth in confusion, wondering what had made him back off so quickly. 

“Javi, are you okay? Did I do something wr-oh!” You gasped, stumbling as Javi forcefully pulled you to your feet, manhandling you towards your dresser, your mouths becoming a mess of tangled tongues and teeth as your back bumped against the wooden edge. Javi’s hands were under your legs, grabbing you and hosting you up to sit on top of it, ripping your pants and underwear down off your hips and tossing them to the floor. 

“I need to be inside you. Fuck, I need to feel you when I fuck you full of me.” He mewled, reaching down to stroke himself as he lined his dick up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, coating it even more in your slick before sinking himself deep into your pussy, flushing his hips against you as his cock bumped against your cervix. Even though you were already soaking wet, you couldn’t help but whimper at the sweet sting of how full Javi’s stretch made you feel, gripping around the shoulder straps of his tac vest for dear life as he began to thrust in and out of you, already setting a punishing, desperate pace. 

You wrapped your legs around the small of his back just under his vest, whimpering and moaning into his shoulder as your buried your face in the crook of his neck the lewd noises of muted moans and slapping skin filling the room as Javi punched into you, his cock splitting you open in the best way possible. 

“Javi, oh fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good, oh shit-”  You whined, your brain going blank, babbling between moans, already feeling a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine while Javi’s hands gripped around your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you hard and deep. Your cunt was starting to clench around his cock, pounding into that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars and screaming his name as you could feel yourself coming undone around him. 

Rutting your hips against him, the hairs at his base rubbed your clit, the friction giving you just enough stimulation to send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a ferocious intensity, flooding every inch of your body with pleasure. 

“That’s it. Give it to me, Hermosa. Fuck- cum all over me baby girl.” Javi hissed through gritted teeth, his words humming deep in his throat as he fucked you through your high, his hands holding you in place as you melted into him, your body going limp as you came. “You gonna give me another one, Querida? Be a good girl and give me one more before I fuck you so full of me, I’ll be dripping out of you for days.” 

You were so lost in your pleasure, you couldn’t find any words, simply nodding your head as you moaned into his neck, only starting to come to when you suddenly felt an emptiness in your cunt, Javi pulling out to scoot you off the dresser, guiding your feet to the floor as he turned you over, splaying your chest across the wooden surface and pinning your arms behind your back. Gently nudging your feet wider, you could feel his broad body looming over yours, his hot breath dancing across your neck as he nibbled at your ear. 

“You still okay, Osita?” 

“Mhmmmm” You whimpered, your body trembling as Javi’s hands ran across your hips, feeling his hard length pressed against your ass, wiggling your bottom half against him, desperate for him to ease the emptiness between your legs again. 

“Lemme hear you say it, baby. Tell me how bad you need it.” Javi grunted, now dragging his cock through your folds, teasing your dripping entrance, waiting painfully patiently for your response. 

“I need it so bad, Javi, please, please baby.” You moaned, rolling your hips and pushing your ass back on him, doing anything to try and feel him inside you again. 

“My needy girl. Shhhhh, it’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” Javi smirked, flushing his hips against your ass as he bottomed out inside you, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure.

He slowly began thrusting in and out of you, dragging his cock along your heat, each stroke punching against your g-spot, so wet that you could hear each rut of his hips as he buried himself deeper and deeper into your hilt. 

You were so blissed out, barely hanging by a thread as you felt heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, that you were resting your head against the dresser, closing your eyes as you felt yourself coming undone. That was until Javi’s firm grasp shifted from pinning your hands behind your back to sliding up your neck, resting his hand under your jaw and forcing your gaze into the mirror on top of your dresser. 

Your eyes locked with Javi’s, the reflection of him in his vest towering behind you as he thrusted into you over and over, watching the brown pools of his eyes darken with lust as he watched you slowly begin to come undone under him. 

“Eyes on me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face when you cum all over me.” 

The image of him was all consuming- His wide shoulders spilling from the sides of the vest, his dark, damp curls sticking to his forehead from the sheen of his sweat that had begun to pool in his brow, the wrecked look painted across his face making you weaker and weaker as you could feel the heat creeping up your legs and through your core. 

Reaching back, you grabbed on to the side of his vest, burying your fingers into the thick fabric for dear life as his pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming faster and sloppier with each snaps of his hips as he felt your pussy fluttering around his length, watching you turn into a puddle below him. 

“I know you’re close, baby. C’mon Hermosa, oh shit- give it to me.” Javi grunted, letting his hand drop from your jaw to snake down your body, the pads of his fingers circling your clit with just enough force to have you screaming his name, clenching your cunt around his cock as you came. 

“Javi, Javi, oh fuck, fuck, fuck-” You babbled, your eyes practically rolling in the back of your head as Javi began to follow suit, rambling incoherently, chasing his own high. 

“I know, baby, I know. Such a good fucking girl, taking me so well. Fuck, oh shit- I’m close, too. Oh, fuck me- Jesus Christ, I’m gonna-ahhhhhh-” With only a few more thrusts, Javi was spilling inside you, his spend pulsing against your walls as he milked himself of every drop he had, his body slumping over yours as your chests rose and fell in sync, trying to catch your breath. 

Your legs trembled as the warm mix of your spend trailed down your thighs, only to be caught by his fingers, slowly dragging your combined arousal back up your skin before taking it and pushing it back into your entrance, languidly pulsing his digits in and out of your dripping hole, making a ragged moan fall from your lips as he nipped at your neck, softly sucking at your pulse point. 

“Gonna keep you full of me all night, sweet girl, all fucking night.” 

“Holy fuck…” You whined, finally catching your breath enough to speak before pushing yourself back up to stand, turning around to grab Javi’s face, pulling him in for an electric, passionate kiss before letting your hands rest on the worn army green of his vest, quietly laughing to yourself in disbelief. “Jesus fucking Christ, Javi.” 

“You okay, Osita? Sorry if I got carried away, I just- fuck, seeing how worked up you were, I-” 

“Javier Jesús Peña, you better not be apologizing to me for being the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in that goddamn vest. I swear to God, I’m never letting you take that thing off. Well… On second thought, if you don’t take it off I don’t think I will ever be productive ever again because holy shit.” 

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh to yourselves as Javi wrapped his arms around your waist, his thumbs tracing soft circles against the bare skin of your hips, looking out at the scattered sea of pants and underwear on the floor that had been quickly left behind during your horny antics. 

“Well, if you let me take it off,” Javi grinned, pressing a chast kiss on your cheek and then peppering them towards your lips, “then we can go take a shower to clean up,” he paused again, feeling his smile against your mouth, “we can go break in the bed, and I can return your little favor from earlier since someone was too eager to get dicked down to let me.” 

“Oh, shut up, can you blame me? Don’t have to ask me twice.” You giggled, raising a playful eyebrow at Javi. “Just promise me one thing, okay?” 

“Of course, Hermosa. Anything.” 

“Don’t you ever get rid of that fucking vest, Agent Peña.” 

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[star-hoon]

INTERMISSION — (l. heeseung)

"THE WAY YOU THINK ABOUT ME, I THINK ABOUT YOU"

pairing: idol! heeseung x idol! fem reader (drabble)

includes/warnings(18+):  SMUT (MDNI), mutual mastrubation, dry humping (on leg/at his feet), profanity, dirty talk, praise kink (kitten, sweetheart,baby), semi public sex (let me know if i missed anything!)

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: you and heeseung do a tiktok challenge at an award show and both cannot deny the tension between you. he sneaks into your dressing room during the intermission and use the time quite *efficiently* hehe

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. this does not represent any true events involving heeseung and does not depict real life behind-the-scenes of idol culture/award shows.

— MASTERLIST

"swee eee eet sweet venom" you lip synced, finishing the tiktok dance with the signature hand gesture, followed by waving goodbye to the camera in front of you and giving your best charming facial expressions.

you tilted your body, leaning slightly towards heeseung who was next to you. the fabric of his jacket brushed against your arm and it sent a chill up your spine.

you tried to ignore the feeling as you and him went over to the camera man to monitor the video to give the staff the okay that the video was to both of your likings.

he was the quite the bit taller than you so he was able to stand behind you and still see the screen. you could feel the warmth of his body behind you.

he leaned down to "see the screen better", his breath tickling your ear. you felt your breath hitch at his close proximity.

thankfully all of the staff was so absorbed in reviewing the video, he was able to catch some sneaky glances of you. your outfit was cute and suited you perfectly, the dainty skirt and crop top making you look all the more adorable. and your makeup enhancing your features perfectly.

is this guy crazy? being so close to you with staff and potentially cameras around?? you thought to yourself.

you didn't realize how lost in thought you were until you heard a staff member's voice bring you back to reality.

"y/n? y/n? is the video good?- you look pale, do you feel sick? someone get her a water and a fan!" the staff member shouted and waving with urgency.

"no no, i'm okay! really! sorry i apologize for spacing out. yes, the video looks great. thank you!" you bowed stepping away. heeseung looked over at you, smirking.

"yeah the video looks great. thanks so much everyone!" he also bowed, waving at the staff, signaling the majority of them leave and attend to their other duties.

there were just a handful of stylists left in the room, touching up each of your makeup and hair respectively. you both periodically glanced at each other from across the room—the chemistry between you was undeniable at this point.

you knew it, and heeseung knew it.

he couldn't wait another second to be alone with you.

somehow by the grace of god, he was able to come up with some shitty excuse of 'using the bathroom' to sneak into your dressing room.

he calming opened the door, locking it behind him. but after that it felt anything but calm. he took two long strides towards you, pressing your body against the nearby wall.

his hands went to grab your hip and upper thigh. his touch making you bite your lip to suppress a moan. his fingertips trailed higher and higher, but eventually hitting fabric much to his dismay.

"stupid safety shorts" he said under his breath. he would have much preferred to see you in the cute skirt without them, or without anything underneath for that matter.

he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing yours. you could tell his pupils were blown out even with his colored contacts. his deep plum hair and black jacket making his look that much more alluring.

he's waited so long for this—after countless award shows and music shows having to be so professional around you, acting like the sight of you did nothing to him. never getting a chance to be alone with you. but this was his chance and he wasn't going to waste it.

"h-heeseung, my makeup..." you put your hands lightly on his hard chest as he leaned in fully for a kiss. you couldn't risk getting your lipstick and lipgloss getting all over his lips. this was already all too risky as it is. you both knew it.

as much as you and him wanted this, you both weren't about to risk your entire idol career on this. the sound of footsteps and muffled voices from the hallway a dreadful reminder of the situation.

"fuck c'mere princess, get on your knees" he lighting tugged your wrist, leading you over to the couch as he sat down. it was like you were possessed and obeyed his every word without hesitation.

he smirked at your obedience as you stared at him between his legs with twinkling eyes. your flushed cheeks and glossed lips made him want to do nothing more than to have you choking on his cock. but that was for another time.

"what a good little kitten for me..." he said as he pets your head and leaning down to whisper in your ear "...who would have guessed y/n of [girl group name] could be so naughty? what would all of our fans think?"

you whimpered at his words, his deep voice tickling your ear making you clench your thighs for some relief. you continued looking at him, but now with a confused expression as to what he wanted you to do.

it was as if he could read your mind. "well sweetheart, just like you said, you can't ruin your makeup." he said with a cocky expression, smirking and quirking his eyebrows "...so get off on my shoe then. take off your safety shorts."

as you removed your safety shorts, he groaned at the sight of your white lace panties. he didn't miss the sight of the darkened patch on them. he unzipped his slacks and took his now hard cock out of his boxers just enough to jerk himself off.

his cock was big and looked so perfectly red and veiny, just begging to be sucked. the sight alone made your panties even more soaked than they already were.

you moved to straddle his sneakers, your hands grabbing on to his leg and knee for stability. you lowered your core and moved on top of his foot.

your started grinding on him, your grip on his leg tightening. the hardness and texture of his shoes finally granting relief to your aching core. you let out a soft moan at the sensation, your eyes fluttering closed.

"does it feel good princess?" he looked down at your fucked out state as he jerked himself off.

"y-y-yeah it feels so fucking good"

"yeah? i bet it does. touch your clit for me."

you reached into your panties to rub your clit, the feeling of your wetness causing you to gasp. the soft squelching sounds of your wetness boosting heeseung's ego even further.

"you're so wet for me y/n. all that just from grinding on my shoe? fuckkkk" his hooded eyes had an intensity and darkness to them that you had only ever seen on stage to please the adoring fans. but now it was only for you.

he fisted his cock, increasing his pace. he wished he could feel your tightness, your wetness. imagining his fist was your pussy instead.

you switched back to rutting against his leg, your release already close. he could tell from your messy rhythm you were close to cumming.

"you close? fuck i am too kitten. come on, come for me."

"h-heesung i'm gon-gonna come. f-fuc-" with only a few more rubs and you finished in your panties. you whimpered letting out soft whines resting your forehead against his knee, riding out your high.

he grabbed the tissue box on the table next to the couch, finishing not long after you. he leaned his head back on the couch, taking in the euphoria.

he handed you a tissue to clean yourself, kissing your cheek softly.

"so, when's the next award show?"

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[badbtssmut]

Taehyung and Jungkook are best friends and roommates, they often watch porn together and masturbate to relieve stress of studying at the university. One day, a reader catches them doing this and wants to join them. At first she just masturbates too and then they all have sex together

How do you tell your friends that you have seen them jerking off? It was a question that you asked yourself countless times but you just never knew how to bring it up to them.

But today, it was different. You stood at the door, hoping that they would see you, but they were too distracted. Jungkook had fully taken his pants off while Taehyung’s pants were pulled down to his knees, both of their hands stroking their hard cocks. You could see the pre-cum that they were smearing over their shafts, making the movements smoother.

You had been standing there, watching them, for what felt like hours, when in reality it was probably only about five minutes. You cleared your throat to get their attention, causing both of them to jump and scramble to put their cocks away.

Both of them were bright red, not just from their arousal, but with embarrassment as well.

“Y/N, sorry, shit, I didn’t see you there—“ Jungkook was quick to apologize, but you gave them a reassuring smile.

“Can I join you? If you want me to, I can leave and act like this never happened if that would make you more comfortable." You spoke softly, not wanting to seem intimidating.

"It's okay, Y/N, you can join us. Come sit with us." Taehyung motioned to the space between them, so you moved to sit down.

You were a bit too shy to get undressed just yet, so you instead slid your hand into your panties and started rubbing yourself, watching the porn the boys put on the TV.

The three of you mastrubated in a comfortable silence, but you soon couldn't help but to let out quiet moans and gasps as you rubbed circles around your clit, pushing your fingers inside of yourself every now and then.

The woman on the TV was currently on her hands and knees, getting fucked by two men. The men were rough, pounding into her and slapping her ass, while she was a mess of moans. Which turned you on.

Jungkook whispered against your ear, "Do you want to do that, Y/N? Want me and Tae to fuck you at the same time?"

"Mm, yes please," you whispered, feeling Taehyung's hand brush over yours. He pulled your hand out of your panties, before he pressed kisses against your knuckles.

"Lay down for us, pretty girl," You did as you were told, laying back against the back of the sofa. “Can I have a go first, y/n?” Taehyung asked, and you nodded eagerly.

You watched him strip out of his clothes, his erection standing proud. Taehyung then settled himself between your legs, kissing you softly as he did. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He slowly pushed into you, letting out a groan. He stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust. Once he was sure that you were comfortable, he started moving.

He thrusts were slow and sensual, making love to you. In the meanwhile, Jungkook stood on the sofa and lined his cock up with your mouth. You opened your mouth, allowing him to slide his length into your mouth.

The two men fucked you into the couch, your body quivering as the pleasure built. You moaned around the cock in your mouth, which made it vibrate and caused him to moan in return.

Taehyung sped up, thrusting into you harder. His hips slapped against your thighs, the sound echoing in the room. The three of you moaned together, and didn’t say a word, simply enjoying how you felt.

Then, the two boys switched positions, you were laid down flat on the sofa as Jungkook got in between your legs, while taehyung was on top of you, making sure to not crush you under his weight.

You wrapped your legs around jungkook, pulling him closer to you, and you took taehyung into your mouth. The two boys entered you at the same time, making you let out a loud whimper, your body shuddering at the sensation. Taehyung started to move his hips faster, leaning his hands on the armrest as he started to facefuck you, causing you to gag slightly.

“Mm! Mm!” You muffled moans sounded as you felt Jungkook pounding into you, his hands resting on your hips.

Fuck, it felt so good being used like this.

You started to drool around Taehyung’s cock, the saliva dripping down your chin, as he kept hitting the back of your throat. The pleasure built up in your lower stomach, and soon you were seeing white, letting out a cry as you tightened around Jungkook.

Then for the last time, the boys switched positions, and you were now on Taehyung’s lap, your back against his chest. He held you by the waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock while he fucked up into you.

Your mouth hung open as the overstimulation coursed through your veins, but you loved it. You didn’t even have to do anything, Taehyung was in full control of your body as he slammed it down on his hard cock for you.

“Yes, yes, there, right there!” Your head fell back, leaning against his shoulder as his cock hit the sweet spot deep inside of you, and you saw stars. You could feel him twitch and throb inside of you, his orgasm approaching as he continued to hit your g-spot.

He grunted against your ear, his fingers digging into your skin.

Then he came, shooting his cum inside of you. He gave a few final thrusts before he finally pulled out, and the two of you panted heavily.

After a short break, you were on Jungkook’s lap, and he was the one fucking you. You bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a blissful smile on your face, their cocks were stretching you out, filling you up so well.

“You ride cock so well, such good pussy, taking us so well, Y/N-ah, such a good girl," Jungook groaned, wrapping his arms around you firmly, before he started to kiss you.

You let out a soft mewl as the pleasure overtook your body, making your legs tremble. You held onto his shoulders, moaning into his mouth.

His hands then moved to your breasts, kneading into them roughly. The feeling made your toes curl, and you clenched around him.

It was getting too much for you, your body was so sensitive from having two cocks inside of you today, it was intense. You didn't want him to stop though.

You rolled your hips, your body waving back and forth as you rode him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting heavily.

You ran your fingers through his hair, fucking yourself on his cock, chasing after the climax that was fast approaching.

Then you were sent over the edge, your body tensing as you let out a loud whine, holding onto him tightly as the orgasm hit you. Your eyes were clenched shut as the pleasure washed over you.

He followed shortly after, spilling his seed inside of you, and the two of you were a sweaty, panting mess. You sat there for a few more seconds before you slid off him and sat back on the couch, exhausted.

The boys and you cuddled on the sofa, sharing sweet kisses amongst them, coming down from your high.

[austinbutlerslovers]

Hard at Work

Label Mature 18+

You and Austin have been away from each other for 3 weeks as he films the Bikeriders. It’s agonizing for you both unable to physically be together. After pulling some strings Austin is able to have you stay for the weekend and even visit him on set. You finally reunite in his trailer and he immediately uses you to relieve his sexual urges.

Established relationship girlfriend

Fingering•restraint•orgasm•oral sex male•cum eating

Inspo: Anon request 💝 “Austin missing you and not being able to see you or have sex with you but you get to visit him on set one day and he wont have sex at work because he’s professional but he’s so stressed he makes you give him oral instead lots of oral description on Austin and how he uses you for stress relief”

~*Hard at Work*~

It’s been 3 weeks since Austin left to Ohio to film the Bikeriders. After being apart from him so long all you can do is fantasize about him. His giant house is empty the staff cleans while you run errands and work out. You comfort yourself in the evening after your shower going through the walk in closet pulling one of his white tees and smelling his scent, vanilla orange blossoms with musk you wear one to bed.

Every night you have facetime sex with him, he has a full goatee now and his voice sounds incredible as he tells you how to pleasure yourself for him as you watch him mastrubate on camera. Every time you close the laptop you feel a twinge of pain you crave his company his touch his everything.

You lay back on his empty king size bed and hug a pillow until you doze off.

You over sleep the next morning the maid knocks on the master bedroom door and you sit up in bed eyes squinting as you wake up . “Just a minute“ you say picking your phone up from the night stand to check the time. It’s blown up with texts and missed calls from Austin.

Austin 8:16 - Baby pack a bag I’m having you flown out

Austin 8:49- Baby where are you? I got approval to have you stay at my apartment ! Please answer

9:09 Missed Call

9:15 Missed Call

9:29 Missed Call

You immediately press call back

You: “Austin oh my gosh baby I overslept I’m so sorry we were on face time so late last night and l I was just missing you so much”

Austin: “Not for long your staying with me this weekend I’m kidnapping you and holding you hostage ”

You smile

You:“Austin I will be the most willing hostage for you “

You both laugh

Austin: “I need you, I’m missing you so badly baby. When I’m alone in the apartment at night after we face time I’m just gutted I want you to sleep here with me . I begged the coordinator to have you stay and they said they’ll allow two days at first to see how it affects my work and if all goes well you can come back longer for the weeks when I’m needed in less scenes. Now that it’s happening I’m just so grateful I’ll get to have you here..”

His voice trails off he misses you so much

You: “Aww Austin I’ll be there soon, I'm so excited you have no idea. I always assume you’ll be away the entire time you work this must’ve been a really big ask”

Austin:“Yea I think it was, I requested 3 weeks ago before I even arrived here and they just granted this morning. Oh! and its freezing here I’m wearing my hoodie and socks right now in the apartment, pack everything warm!”

You: “Okay I will, do you need me bring you anything? Do you need more hoodies?

You giggle

Austin:“Yes! More hoodies and more you!”

You both smile on each end of the call.

You: “Okay let me know all the details. I’m already mentally packing a bag to be there with you ”

You put him on speaker and open your notes app and he explains the dynamics of the trip what time you are arriving who will pick you up. He sends you his door code plane tickets and NDA paperwork to email back signed. Once everything is complete you say your I love yous and hang up.

You let out a shriek of excitement as you run to the walk in closet packing your weekend bag full of sexy lingerie and skimpy outfits to go see Austin. Then you smartly pack your jeans and jackets with his hoodies.

Ohio

It’s just before noon the sun is trying to peek through the overcast clouds covering the city of Ohio. Austin booked you an early flight to maximize his time with you. As you leave the airport after the 5 hour trip you rest your hand on your chin and close your eyes a little tired.

You are wearing black leggings and one of Austin’s black hoodies. His driver adjusts the rear view mirror as he speaks to you. “Austin would like me to make a quick stop at his apartment to drop off your things then promptly bring you to the filming location for the day, I have your passes. “Thank you” you say kindly then remember to text Austin. You snap a photo attaching it to the message

You: “I’m here”

You look out the window and yawn trying to be more alert .

Your phone buzzes

Austin: “Fuck you look so good,I’m so excited you’ll be with me soon. I get a break in my trailer in a few hours I want you there.” He sends a picture of he and Jody comer in their costumes throwing up peace signs making you laugh.

“I’ll be there baby” you type.

You put your phone away and rest you eyes a moment more.

The driver pulls up to a condominium community the camera scans his car sticker in the window the gate opens. He pulls to a stop at the side entrance of the building popping the trunk the sound waking you up.

He opens your door and you exit the car following him as he takes your luggage. He wheels it in as he scans his key fob entering the building. He takes the elevator with you to the second floor exiting into the hall and stopping in front of door B17. Entering the code the lock wizzes open. “Here is my card if you need anything I’ll be waiting for you downstairs” “Thank you” you say again. You giddily enter Austin’s place.

It’s dark inside all his shades are drawn. You click on a light stepping into the living room area and he was right it’s freezing. You check the thermostat its on but clearly not heating the place.

The apartment is a one bedroom Airbnb style set up, amenities with contemporary decor. There is a beige couch and beige curtains on dark hard wood floors. A shelf full of fake decorative vases a television and a desk set up against the window with a computer and a laptop.

You walk over to the desk. Austin has a pod cast mic set up next to his laptop a stack of books and a script. He also a framed photo he snapped of you laying on his bed.

You look back recognizing the chandelier and the bookshelf of vases in the living room realizing this is where he has the face time sex calls you have together making you blush.

You head to the master bedroom, there is a queen sized bed with two night stands, ornate lamps and a bookshelf, his outfit is already laid out on the duvet covers a black hoodie, gray sweat pants white socks. You enter the bathroom he has his skin care products neatly arranged on the counter it’s so cute you can’t stand how organized he is.

You bring your suitcase to the bedroom and undress, adding your plane outfit to his laundry basket and rinsing off. You exit the shower and dry off trembling the air is frigid in the apartment.

You pull your white mini skirt and stretchy black long sleeve v neck top from your suitcase adding boots a scarf with a black trench coat. You know how much he loves you in mini skirts.

Underneath you have a delicate lacy bra and panty set that he loves to feel the texture of on your body, the bra also makes your tits look amazing. You smile looking in the mirror peeking at your outfit thighs and breasts on full display then you tie the trench coat tight covering it all back up. He’s going to devour you.

You make sure to bring the gifts you picked up for him. Dark chocolate, ‘Essential Oils: Stress Relief Kit’ and one hoodie for on set.

As you exit the building the driver opens your door and you climb in with your gift bag feeling refreshed and excited to finally see him.

It takes 25 minutes to drive from the apartment to the filming location for the day.

The driver rolls down his window showing his ID badge at the first security check . You look out the and see the signage for ‘Edge Water Motorsports Park’. As you roll in the grounds are littered with tons of people dressed as bikers, there is a camera crane, camera crew, dozens of set coordiators standing around, extras makeup artists stunt men and personel with clip boards making sure everyone is where they are supposed to be. There is one person in charge with a megaphone progressing the production.

Your stomach is in knots this is such a big ordeal. It always impresses and intimidates you how Austin can just turn on and be in character with all of this chaos going on around him and that all of these people are here for the movie he is the star of. You’ve never been invited on set before and now you are feeling the apprehension as to why.

You drive through the final check point of security the leading cast trailer area. You look in awe seeing the doors with the names Hardy and Comer stopping at Butler .

Two security approach the car one speaks to the driver the other opens your door as you exit withyour gift bag. He hands you your lanyard with a VIP marking “You keep this on you at all times on set, Austin is expecting you, he’s in his trailer” he says gruffly and you thank him.

The Trailer

You approach the long air bus that reads Butler and smile. You walk up two steps and knock “Come in” you hear his familiar voice say.

You are so happy your heart begins pounding in your chest. You pull the handle opening the door to his trailer. Austin stops reading and places his script on the table eyes lighting up immediately as he sees you he watches you step in and close the door behind you.

He picks you up so quickly in his strong arms lifting you into a hug. He looks handsome in a different grungy sort of way with his goatee and his biker outfit on “I’ve missed you so much baby” he says eyes shining with excitement “I’ve missed you too Austin“ you admit lovingly. You arms are draped over his shoulders gift bag swinging behind him in your hands as he holds you to him squeezing his arms around your torso.

He lowers you back down and plants a kiss on your lips you tiptoe up wanting more. His eyes light up as he plants another softer longer one but it isn’t enough for you, he smells like diesel and motor oil driving you crazy. “Austin have you been riding a motorcycle today?” Your voice almost a hush from arousal. “Yea I did film a riding scene how did you know?” he smiles curiously.

You lean in to him just at the place under his jaw at his neck inhaling his scent again “Mmm because you smell just like fresh motor oil “ you admit and it sparks your passion for him. You trace your finger over one of his biker patches peeking up at him through your lashes “Austin I need you” you whisper running your hand down the leather vest of his Benny costume.

He smiles bringing his hand to hold your face “I know I need you too, but we’ll fix that later right now I was only able to request a one hour visit” he winks at you and making you smile you tell yourself to be good with him in this setting.

You hand him his gift bag and he looks delighted that you thought of him and immediately digs through it taking out his favorite brand of dark chocolate first “ yes” he says confirming the choice smiling up at you .

Then he sees the stress relief essential oils and chuckles to himself “I hope this work”he says making you giggle. He sees his hoodie at the bottom and thanks you with a kiss. He sets the bag down on his table and unseals the dark chocolate taking a bite.

“Come in and get comfortable “ he says as he motions you in and locks the door behind you. He guides you to sit down on his brown leather couch.

You open your coat revealing your outfit as you sit, breasts on display legs crossed showing your upper thighs in the mini skirt, he pauses dumbfounded until he regains his thoughts putting his chocolate bar in the fridge and pulling out a glass jar of filtered water. He continues staring at your body as he pours you a glass and sets it on the low table in front of you.

He pulls his chair from the high table to sit across from you his legs wide apart resting in his chair wondering how he's going to stop thinking about fucking you in his trailer and just enjoy your company while he's on break.

"You look so good" he says already faltering eyes lingering on your exposed thighs in the mini skirt. You intentionally uncross your legs spreading them wide apart showing him your panties. He sits up in his chair full attention on you. He hasn't had you in so long he's craving you now.

You see his unfaltering gaze between your legs and leave the couch climbing onto his lap straddling him as you kiss him. He accepts you hugging his arms around your waist kissing you back slowly.

Your taste your smell your sounds his cock begins to swell being reminded. "Austin I missed you so much I couldn't think straight" you say taking your lips from his. “It was the same for me" he breaths as he caresses the nape of your neck.

He pushes his cock against you and pulls your neck to his lips kissing along your throat his tongue sliding out to taste your skin getting more aroused by your neediness for him as you grind your clothed heat back on to him.

"Just show it to me” he whispers. You stand immediately and lift your skirt pulling your panties down they cling to your wetness before you pull them all the way off placing them on the table.

You go to lay on on the couch and let him fuck you but he quickly grabs ahold of your wrist quietly laughing.

"no no I can't take you here" he says whispering "I'm at work....but l'll give you something else" his eyes stare at you daringly.

He pulls you back on to his lap with your legs spread apart pussy completely exposed to him. He pulls your skirt up to the hips looking in your eyes watching your reaction as he reaches his hand between your legs and slides his fingers back and forth on your wet pussy folds. "Mmmmm Austin!" you cry out finally feeling his touch. He loves watching you get off, but he cups his hand on your mouth reminding you to be quiet as he continues.

"You're already so wet" he whispers. You get wet so easily for him it makes his cock start to get hard when he feels it seeping out of you. "Fuck" he whispers again and slips his long fingers all the way inside of you making you moan loudly . Even though his hand is muffling the sound against your mouth he stills his fingers inside of you.

"I want to make you cum...but if you can't be quiet I will stop ....and I don't want to stop" he says a glint of sexual deprivation in his eyes. "Are you going to be good for me and stay quiet so I can watch you cum"

You nod frantically with his hand covering your mouth wanting him to finish and fight yourself to remain quiet for him.

He begins again gently sliding his fingers in and out of you as your walls grip them tightly. Not having him in so long intensifying your pleasure making you fight the urge to moan so badly it's transcending you to another consciousness. Your face flushes pink and your body writhes against his palm beneath you as you make tiny muffled noises against his other hand cupped over your mouth.

He just stares at your beauty loving his large hand covering your mouth holding back your moans as his fingers derive pleasure out of you pushing you over the edge making you fall apart. He's feeling drunk from your arousal for him, speeding up his movements loving the feel of his fingers squeezing inside of you as his knuckles wetly smack against your entrance. He wants to enjoy his favorite sight of watching you cum for him.

You can't believe you're doing this in his trailer on set with security and staff right outside the door. It makes you want to rush and and try to cum faster your body begins tensing from anxiety as your heart races faster and he can already tell something is wrong.

"Just relax for me" he whispers, slowly removing his hand from your mouth placing it on the back of your neck holding you closer. With the hand that is fingering you he places his thumb on your clit so that with each push of his fingers inside of you his thumb glides on your clit too. It’s such a skilled move you stare at him in awe feeling the pleasure amplifying in your core as your eyes fill with worship for what hes doing to you. He just smiles at you and pulls your neck to his mouth kissing and sucking his favorite place just below your jaw

You give into him completely exhaling small whimpers as he kisses your neck and expertly fingers you into an orgasm, your panting heavily in his ear, rocking and clenching on him. As you start to climax he whispers his praises "You've been so good for me being quiet, I want to make you cum for me now" you nod profusely feeling the tightness in your core ready to snap at any second.

He pushes his fingers up toward your naval and curls them down pulling in a “come here” motion that has you lose all resolve he fingers your gspot faster and harder until he’s rocking your entire body in his lap. You grip onto his shoulders for dear life as an extreme rush of pleasure floods your core and it snaps as you orgasm for him holding back every loud moan that tries to escape your throat.

When he removes his fingers you whimper, and spread your legs wider wanting more. It gets him so hot knowing you need a second orgasm being without him for so long. He rewards you immediately slipping his fingers back in and pressing his other hand down across your naval plunging his fingers deeper, it feels like he's squeezing the life out of you as you gasp overwhelmed with so much euphoria your vision goes blurry.

He pulls his fingers out and waits until you whimper “Austin please” you beg, his fingers teasing just near your entrance. “ You want more?” He whispers “ Yes Austin Please!” you beg almost raising your voice from how much you need it. He then slips his fingers back inside of you doubling his pace watching your facial expression change as your about to cum again. He's getting off being able to finger fuck you and see you orgasm a second time for him.

When he curls his finger against your gspot while pressing his hand on your naval it makes your body constrict so tightly you can’t breathe you clench on him so hard until you feel overwhelmed and a burst of pleasure erupts in your core releasing liquid all over his fingers as he wetly pounds them between your legs. He stills his fingers when you shudder and collapse against his chest trembling, the double orgasm wrecking you.

"You came so beautifully for me " he whispers in your ear as he pets down your hair, he loved watching how he made you cum twice so much. He carefully pulls his fingers out of you fully covered in your slick. He planned to suck them but the taste of you always turns him on too much and he has to get through more scenes at work.

He decides to make you do it for him. “Open your mouth for me I want you to taste what I cant have until later” he whispers and you suck him clean from his knuckles to his finger tips”

His lips part and pupils dilate wide watching you, it arouses him so much you feel his cock getting brick hard beneath you . “I have to get up” he whisper's slightly panicked and you giggle leaving his lap quickly and letting him stand. “Get dressed “ he says eyeing your painties on the table.

You pull them back on as he tries to straighten himself out. The outline of his erect cock is prevalent in his jeans there’s nothing he can do to hide it.

You drop down on your knees in-front of him already undoing his belt freeing access to pull down his zipper. His body is tensing not wanting to cum at work, especially not on set, especially not in his character costume, but he doesn’t stop you hes already consumed with the thought of cumming in your mouth.

His brain starts trying to take over “Baby I can’t do this at w…” he starts but you finally release his hard veiny cock in your hand making his body jump “You can’t do what baby?” You ask looking up to him poised to suck his cock. He can’t resist the urge his eyes faltering looking down your top and seeing your breasts in a lace bra and your thighs exposed in the miniskirt riding up to be more like a belt. He wants in your mouth so badly he gives in “ baby suck my cock ” he begs.

You look at his length pulsing in your hand, bigger and redder than the last time you’ve seen it. He’s been waiting to have sex with you this entire time. You feel a surge of arousal making you wetter rubbing your thighs together wanting to fuck his brains out.

You hold the base and slowly guide him in your mouth a desperate moan escapes his throat when his tip hits the back of your throat filling your mouth all the way up.

You twirl your tongue around the tip and he grips the edge of the table to keep himself steady. You love the sound of him gasping and making small whimpers above as you hollow your cheeks and begin to suck. His eyes are shut tight and he’s panting he needed you so badly "It’s so good baby” he breaths.

You reach your hand up guiding it underneath his shirt trailing your fingers tips on his rock hard abs. He wants his release down your throat and begins gently thrusting his length in your mouth letting you know he’s ready to cum. You hold firm to his hips tracing your thumbs on the bones there knowing he’s going to go so hard when he orgasms.

He holds your hair in a makeshift pony tail ready to use your face “You gonna swallow for me baby?” he asks through ragged breaths fucking your mouth faster. You lock eyes with him and you nod with his heavy cock in your mouth making slurping sounds as he’s ramming it in, he presses deeper and your throat clenches around his tip. “ UGHH” he cries loudly from the intense feeling.

He grips your hair harder holding your head steady to milk his cock “Here it comes ..suck it out of me” he says making you moan on his length twirling your tongue over the head sucking hard on his tip until you hear him grunting loudly as his silky cum squirts across your pallatte, you relax your throat and swallow it right out of the tip of his cock

“OH FUCK” he yells so loudly doubling over. He loses all his strength as you drain him completely dry and he struggles to recover. You are sure everyone outside the trailer heard him.

You release his empty cock from your mouth and catch your breath. Both of your thoughts interrupted by a harsh knock on the trailer door.

You quickly get up and adjust your clothing as Austin zips and buckles his belt checking that you are decent. He opens the door with a causal innocence “Everything alright Mr. Butler? “ the staffer asks. Austin smiles running his hand through his hair knowing he was too loud. “Yes just rehearsing lines” He says with a cool cadence gained from his profession as an actor.

“I’m sorry to bother you but you have 10 minutes until take. The golf cart will be here soon do you need anything else before you head back on set?” The staffer asks. Austin looks over at you and you shake your head no “Were all good “ Austin says nodding to him as he closes the door.

He wraps you in his arms as soon as it shuts nuzzling his nose against your neck planting sweet kisses up to your ear “You are such a naughty girl making me cum in my trailer” he whispers and you giggle “But man do I feel great now” he smiles. “I can tell” you say affectionately.

“Yea my stress level has been through the roof … I was so distracted all the time, now I’m so clear headed I probably won’t even need as many takes today” He confesses as he holds you tighter and presses his pelvis into yours

“The fact that you’re going to watch on set today is going distract the fuck out of me, but I’ll probably get my best takes ever thinking about how I get to strip you out of this outfit when I get to the apartment later” He says tracing his fingertip along the lace of your bra peeking out of your top, he takes a hold your jaw tilting your face up and gently kisses your lips in appreciation. He’s so much sexier after you make him cum.

He takes your hand and pushes the trailer door open leading you outside just as the golf cart arrives you both hop in and take a seat behind the driver. He peeks over at you once you’re both settled and smirks watching you smiling dreamily staring off in to space without a care in the world from the orgasms he gave you. He puts. his arm around you pulling you closer enjoying having you back with him again.

You are just lost in bliss daydreaming about the ways he made you cum in his trailer and how he’s going to have his way with you so many more times over the weekend in the apartment . You place your hand on his thigh and squeeze it in anticipation, ready to go see him professionally work hard on set this time.

~*End*~

Masterlist

[meikomeow]

pairing || sub!sunghoon x femdom!reader || nsfw || minors dni !!

contains: sub!sunghoon, mastrubation, panty sniffing, unprotected sex, riding, praising, degrading, hair pulling, nipple play, crying, pet names, mommy kink, spit kink, breeding kink

word count: 800+

sorry this is lowkey rushed :((

poor sunghoon, he just couldn’t wait for his mommy to help him with his boner… he was too needy.

from the moment he woke up and opened up his phone to a screensaver of you, he was done for. your pretty face, beautiful body, god, you drove him crazy. waiting for you to get home was torture. he knew that if he touched himself it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as your wet pussy, and he knew you’d be mad at him for being impatient.

but he’s only a baby, and he can’t help himself. sitting on the bed, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, revealing a huge boner. his cock was leaking through his underwear, leaving a big wet spot.

he removed his underwear and immediately starting stroking himself. his fist tight around his thick cock, he whimpered your name uncontrollably. it felt good, yes, but it wasn’t you. he needed something more.

so he went into your dirty laundry and found your pretty purple panties. they were used and smelled like you. perfect.

he put your panties on his face as he played with his balls. his cock was getting harder by the moment. “y/n…” he moaned.

he was getting closer. he started to lick your panties so he could get just a bit of your taste. when your flavor was gone, he wrapped your panties around his dick.

“fu-fuck, ohmygod, fuck…” he moaned. sunghoon was so loud and horny that he didn’t hear you open the door to your guys’ house.

you heard him and went straight to your room. you opened the door just slightly so that you could see him and not disturb his activities.

sunghoon had his hand and your panties wrapped around his cock, he was beating himself so hard and fast, chasing his high. his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his tongue was sticking out just slightly. his chin was covered in drool.

and then he saw you. he saw you leaking through the crack of the door. “fuck, mommy, mommy i-i need you now. *hic* please… i’m so close!” he whined.

“oh, baby, mommy would help you but…” you walked closer to him, his eyes were teary and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. “you were so impatient. you couldn’t wait for me to get home? you’re a whore.”

he started to cry. your words stung, but you were right. every day, every night, he was thinking about you and your pussy. he was a whore.

“please! please, i need you. i need your pussy, you feel so much better than my hand. please, mommy,” he sobbed. his hand grabbed onto your wrist. “you’re the best, i love you so much, please forgive me this one time. i won’t touch myself ever again.”

“okay, baby.” you gave in.

you were riding sunghoon so hard his vision went blurry. your pussy tightened around him, clenching onto his dick while he sucked on your nipples. “sunghoon, fuck! that feels so good. you’re such a good boy, y’know that?” you moaned.

he sucked harder and jerked his hips up into your pussy. his eyes rolling to the back of his head again as he got closer to his orgasm. he could feel it in his stomach — he was going to cum.

you grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. “open your mouth, baby,” you asked him.

he obliged, opening his mouth wide. you spat on his tongue and watched him swallow it. “good boy, so g-good. fuck, i’m gonna cum!” you were practically screaming.

“ohmygod, ohmygod you’re so hot. can i cum inside?” he started bucking his hips faster, his hands gripping your waist so tight.

“yes, yes sunghoon, make me a mommy!” you couldn’t say no, not in this moment.

“oh f-fuck, i’m cumming! i’m going to fill you with my cum!”

he grabbed your waist and slammed your pussy down on his dick. strings of cum spurt out of him, he’s never cummed so hard.

as his came, tears fell down his red cheeks, his legs were shaking and he was whimpering a string of swears.

“fuck!” you moaned while your orgasm hit you as well.

he was still bucking his hips into you, he just loved your pussy so bad. he couldn’t imagine a world without it.

“i love you,” sunghoon was out of breath. “thank you for forgiving me and treating me so good. now your pussy is filled with my cum. i’ll be such a good daddy, promise,” he smiled.

you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have such a pretty boyfriend, with a big heart and a big cock.

[1wingedtraveler]

Heyyy 💙 I absolutely adore how you write subby Scara 💙💙 I especially love the one where he dreams about Ei and then reader “takes care” of him (lol trying to be tame in the description).

I have a request for a similar fic if you’re interested in writing it. I was thinking Scara x afab reader where he has a breastfeeding/lactation kink and after a stressful day dealing with harbinger duties he relaxes by nursing, but of course Scara is a greedy little menace so he ends up wanting even more attention from reader and either fucks them or gets fucked via strap on. So yeah that was the idea I had if you’re open to writing something similar, feel free to change it up if you want. A bit of a “taboo” kink so if you’re not interested in writing for it then no worries 😊

A/N: Hellooo!! The one you're talking about was a commission from a friend acually. She gave me the idea. I don't mind writing lactation i read my share of fics about that😤 anyway thank you for the support❤️❤️❤️ hope you like it

SCARAMOUCHE X AFAB READER

Smut, MDNI

Warnings: lactation, degradation, reader has titts, no pronouns mentioned for the reader, spanking, strap on, spit as a lube, mastrubation, scara barking for you, brat taming

it all started when he came back from work, mad, extremly stressed and sore. You offered to cuddle him to which he agreed.

He climed into a bed with you, burring his face into your breasts. You started to run your fingers through his hair. His muscles relaxed a little. A memory crossed his mind

He once saw a mother and child together. The baby was sucking on its mother's breast. Scaramouche knew nothing about human infants so he thought it was just another thing he didn't understand. He looked up at your face

"(reader)..."

"Yes?"

"Why do human infants suck on their mothers breasts?"

You looked at him with suprised expression. That question came out of nowhere. He did ask things about humans. You assumed it was his subtle way of trying to understand you better. Maybe he was just curious?

"Well, the main reason main reason humans breastfeed is to feed their child"

"Feed? Humans produce food through their body?"

"Humans are mammals so we produce milk to feed our young. It also helps to relax the baby and put it to sleep"

The last part made him think. His harbinger duties are pretty stressfull, there's not too many things that can pull his mind off work. Only you were able to do it. Your touch, voice, scent, face. Almost all his senses were overwhalmed by you. But he wanted all that you can give him

"Can I try it?"

"Wha-?"

"Don't make me repeat myself. You heard me"

That convesation went somewhere you did not expect it to. The eager look in his eyes told you that he was being serious. You weren't against the idea, who knows it might even help sooth his nerves.

"O-Okay, just don't bite me or something"

His hand went up to your loose tank top and pulled it down, revealing your naked chest. He went on top of you, laying down on his stomach. His lips lowered towards your tit before finally taking it into his mouth, making you slightly gasp

Warm tounge wrapped itself around your nipple, kneading it gently. Scaramouche's mouth was instantly flooded with warm substance. He let out a quiet breath of satisfiaction through his nose.

It was so sliky and sweet, it remainded him of dango milk. Hand wrapped itself around his hair again, bringing him closer. You resumed petting his hair. This affectionate made him feel at home, like exactly where he belonged

"You're so cute like this Scara"

Your soft voice rang through his ears. He felt too good to argue, his eyelids felt heavy. The warmth filling his stomach, your touch lulled him into peacfull slumber

After that, it has become a routine. First thing he did when he came back from work was jumping on your lap, pulling your boob out and sucking on it. Then he also started doing it before sleep claiming its the only way he can fall asleep. But more than two times a day? It was getting ridiculous. Your titts were sore

Besides you had some paperwork to do. Deciding to ignore his whining you left the room and headed to your office.

Oh, Scara was not letting you off that easily. He decided to go after you, opening the door to your office. You noticed him come in but you disregared his presence and sat down on your chair, starting to write.

Short man sat down on a small couch, few feet away from your desk. First he just stared at you with bored expression for few minutes. You quickly forgot he was there after getting pulled into spiral of work. Then you heard quiet shuffling if clothes

Scaramouche started to run his hands through his body. Rubbing his shaft throught his short while rubbing his nipple through his think tank top. Breathy sighs were starting to leave his mouth

(You've gotta be kidding me, he's absolutely shamless) you thought to yourself. Staying focused was getting much harder

Your sneaky looks didn't get unoticed by Scara, he smirked and decided to go further. He pulled off his pants along with underwear slightly, making his cock spring out. He brought his hand to his mouth, proceeding to wrap his slopply lick his finger. When spit covered most of his hand he began to jerk himself off

(i've had enough of this brat's shit) you thought, slamming your hands on the desk. You pulled your biggest strap out of cabinet, quickly tearing your pants off and putting it on.

"I will give you what you want, cunt"

your angry voice boomed through the room making Scaramouche shiver. The fingers that once caressed his scalp, wrapped themselves in his hair pulling him off the couch on to the floor

"Annoying brats like you should be fucked on the dirty floor where they belong"

"OUCH-FUCK!"

He yelled, pushing himself up from the ground. You pushed his head back down smashing his cheek against tiles.

"You're not getting up untill I tell you to. You wanted attention im going to give you some"

You pressed your giant strap against his unprepared ass earning cries of pain from him. Taking some pity on him you spat on the toy and spread it around. Finally you were able to push the tip in

"H-HURTS! UGH!"

"Shut up and take it, slut"

With strong thrust you pushed it all in. A bulge formed in your boyfriends flat stomach. His eyes rolled back and mouth opened in silent scream. After giving him some time to adjust you started slowly moving.

"Mhmmmhh"

Scara's moans were muffled by the ground under him, his nails scratching against it. Your hips were slapping his ass harshly, making his whole body shake. He felt every bump of your cock deep in his gut, his mind was filled with nothing but that. His tounge started to hang out of his mouth, drool leaking out of his mouth

After few minutes, he started to move his hips along with your, fucking himself on your cock. Your hand slapped his plump ass loudly, leaving a red mark. It made his cock twitch

"A-ah!"

"Stop moving, whore. You're so fucking dumb, you can't follow simple instructions and stay still"

Your pounding quickened, making it harder for Scara to stay still. He felt a know forming in his stomach.

"OHH A-ARCHONS IM GONNA COME-"

"Oh fuck no" you pulled out, leaving his ass gaping

"You better beg for it, dirty dog"

"PLEASE! please, let me- let me come"

"Hmm how about you bark for me? like a bitch in heat you are?"

"W-woof, WOOF!"

"Thats a good boy"

Giggling you started to fuck him in extremly fast pace. His body went limp, letting you do what you wanted with him, you could hear slurred barking still coming from his mouth.

After one harsh you pushed the button on the remote making the toy cum inside Scara's ass. The feeling of cum filling him up triggred his own orgasm making him come all over the floor

"Mhh wo-woofff.... woofff"

[flowerandblood]

A Winter Beauty (6)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: mention of kissing and mastrubation, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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Lady Stark was intrigued by the figure of Prince Aemond from the very beginning. As the entire royal retinue rode into Winterfell on horseback, he was the first person she noticed, of course because of his blindfold. She watched the guests arrive from the open window, along with her servants.

"He really doesn't have one eye. I heard he sold it to a witch, to get a dragon when he was a kid." One of them said, looking at her lady curiously. Lady Stark didn't answer, intrigued. This was not how she imagined him.

She thought she was going to see a terrifying, muscular youth. Meanwhile, being well built, he also had a very interesting face. His jaw, nose and eye were all tense, his expression was stony. He had beautiful long white hair that was partly pinned back. Y/N thought, amazed at her own discovery, that he was handsome.

"My Lady, shouldn't you be there?" One of the girls asked her, and Lady Stark smiled calmly.

"Yes, indeed."

***

Y/N entered the hall knowing her mother would be furious with her. She smiled amusedly at her brother, who immediately reciprocated her grimace. She did not look at the king or his family. She decided that her father had to introduce her anyway. She sat down next to Cregan, and he immediately confirmed what she had been thinking a moment ago.

"Our mother is furious." He said kissing her hand tenderly. Before she could answer anything, she saw the frustrated face of her mother, who leaned towards them.

"Where have you been? How could you miss the king's greeting?" She said with displeasure, but tried to keep her voice as low as possible.

Y/N smiled calmly. She knew how easy it was to upset her mother, but also how easy it was to calm her down.

"Forgive me, mother. I couldn't decide what gown to wear. But as you can see, I chose the one you gave me for my name day." She said warmly, her mother looking her up and down contentedly.

"Indeed. It fits you very well.” She said pleased and stepped aside, returning to her conversation with her husband. Her brother looked at her with amusement.

"You couldn't choose a gown? Really? That's all you can afford?" He asked, taking a sip of his wine, and she looked at him, her expression pleading for mercy.

The music suddenly started. She and her brother looked at each other happily. They loved to dance together, they both knew how to do it very well, and as brother and sister they did not have to be afraid of surprised looks and accusations of immorality.

Cregan extended his hand to her, and she accepted it gratefully. They were about to head downstairs when her father's voice stopped them, remembering that she still had a daughter to be introduced. Y/N flinched, only now realizing who she was facing.

With the last of her strength, she refrained from looking at the king's children. She was afraid of what they thought of her and that she would see disapproval in their eyes. She knew her dress was bold, and Prince Aemond and the Queen were very devoted to the Seven Gods and Septs.

The queen's words pleased her and dispelled all doubt. She moved with her brother to the dance floor and gave herself completely to music. She knew they were both excellent dancers. She flinched as her brother leaned over her ear.

"You have caught someone's attention, sister." He said, and she turned around, curious. She met Prince Aemond's intense and dark gaze, that made her shiver. He turned away immediately, embarrassed, and she danced on with his brother, her heart thumping a few more times.

She knew he was initially going to marry one of Lord Baratheon's daughters. However, she had to admit, after looking at him from a closer distance, that he was even more handsome than she had previously thought. The lack of one eye didn't take anything away from him. Involuntarily throughout the feast, she hoped he would ask her to dance.

She flinched in excitement as she saw someone on their side stand up. She felt a pang of disappointment when she saw it was his brother. Nevertheless, she moved to dance with him as well. Prince Aegon was an astonishingly good dancer, and he enjoyed close contact bordering on decency, which she had noticed.

"You dance beautifully, my Lady. But it's hard for me to concentrate when I see your beautiful arms." He murmured into her ear during one of the spins, and she turned with a smile, slightly amused.

Her gaze met Aemond's again. He looked like he was furious. The thought that he had been watching her the whole time made her hot. To her disappointment, he never asked her to dance.

She resigned herself to the fact, that perhaps she had only thought she had caught his attention. She decided with dignity that there was nothing wrong with it and spent the evening in cheerful conversations with her beloved brother. At some point, both of them felt tired after weeks of preparation, thanked everyone and went to rest in their chambers.

***

Lady Stark, already in her nightgown, felt a pang of disappointment. She thought maybe he looked at her that way because he found her dress too provocative and her dancing with her brother too sensual.

She pursed her lips at the thought, feeling ashamed of herself. Here in Winterfell, the days were often cloudy and short, and the joy of life was allowed to be found in other ways, through laughter and dancing. Perhaps people at Kings Landing were more measured.

She remembered that her beloved grandmother also celebrated Name Day that day. Often, when she was a child, she would tell her stories. Her grandfather, her father's father, Lord Benjen Stark, fell in love with her at first sight when he saw her riding on horseback through the forest with her beautiful long hair down.

She told her that her grandfather begged her to cut off at least a piece of her hair for him, fearing that he would never see her again.

Y/N warmed to the memories of all those stories. She lit a candle, threw a thin nightgown over her other gown, and girded herself around the waist. She looked out the door and saw no one was there.

Silently, she made her way through the cloisters, knowing her castle like the back of her hand and knowing which way led the fastest to the crypts. She jumped and stopped when she heard the door slam. She froze as she saw a shocked Prince Aemond before her.

She knew she should say something, but she didn't know what. His question of whether she should walk around the castle alone at night surprised her completely, but also made her laugh.

She invited him to accompany her, but she saw immediately on his face how bad that sounded. She corrected herself immediately, explaining to him where she was going and what she wanted to do. He shocked her when he nodded, agreeing to go with her. She was sure he would refuse.

Heart pounding, she led him downstairs, praying no one saw them. She hoped he wasn't like his brother, but he didn't seem to be. She easily found the right statue of her grandmother. She reached for the candles at her feet, lighting them one by one. His question if she didn't think it was unreasonable to go down to the crypts with a strange man made her shiver.

"I didn't come down here with your brother, so I think I'll be fine, my prince." She spoke softly, but her voice trembled slightly when she saw his gaze. It was dark and full of something she had never seen before. No man had ever looked at her that way before. She stared straight ahead, embarrassed, feeling his eyes all over her body. She could feel the tension between them that made her throat go dry.

"You never dance, my prince?" She asked quietly, tormented by this question in her head all evening. He was silent for a moment, looking at her.

"Never." He spoke calmly and low. "I can dance, but I don't enjoy it."

Somehow the answer pleased her. She looked at him, smiling understandingly, and a flash crossed his face that made her swallow silently and look down at her feet. A strong shiver went through her as she felt his large, slightly rough hand on her skin.

She drew in a breath, completely taken aback when he turned her face to him and in a moment he was by her side, their foreheads touching. She could feel his quick breath against her, fearing him and wanting him at the same time. She wondered if that was what her grandfather felt the first time he saw her grandmother.

She raised a trembling hand to touch the scar on his left cheek, something she had wanted to do all along. She touched his skin lightly and he closed his eye. She could hear them both breathing heavily, excited by the sudden closeness.

He looked at her suddenly, and after a while she could feel his hot and hungry lips on hers, piercing her as if she were water and he was a thirsty wanderer. Her heart caught in her throat, her whole body shuddered as she realized that his gaze had not been one of disapproval all evening, but of lust.

The thought made her feel hot and wet between her thighs, the same she felt when she sometimes touched herself there, seeking pleasure. She parted her lips involuntarily, wanting more, and he moaned low into her mouth, caressing her lips with his. His kisses were fiery and soft at the same time, warm, moist, wet.

He smelled of wine and ashes and some scent of his own that made her head spin. She tangled her hands in his soft white hair and felt him tremble, he pulled her closer to him, his hands strong and determined.

***

When she woke up in her bed the next day, all she wanted to do was cry. She wondered what the point of all this was if he was going to marry someone else anyway.

She thought what she had done was unladylike and if her father found out he would be very disappointed. She cried softly and wiped her eyes quickly, hearing the voice of the servants who were just going to help her change.

She wanted to cool her mind by shooting the bow at the target, because it always calmed her down and required total concentration. She shivered seeing after some time who her brother was training with. When their eyes met, she turned away immediately, discouraged and resigned. She wanted to cry again, when Cregan called her to rest with them.

The boy who approached them asking for her wreath literally saved her, touching her heart. She thought it was a similar request to the one her grandfather had made to her grandmother. Seeing the men laughing at him, apparently thinking she would turn him away, she asked her brother for his dagger and gave the boy a lock of her hair.

At the tournament itself, when she saw who young Reed would face, she regretted her decision, seeing that Mormont would take revenge on him. Even the fact that Prince Aemond was sitting right next to her couldn't distract her from what was going on in the arena.

She felt guilty that now the man would be even more brutal towards him. However, she did not want to break her word to young Reed, so as not to completely break him before the fight.

As Mormont screamed for the boy to beg her for help, she felt her heart break. She couldn't control the tears streaming down her face. She barely heard her father's voice, which made Mormont finally let go. She squeezed her eyes shut then and took a deep breath, thanking the Old Gods for sparing this sweet young boys life.

Prince Aemond's fingers touched her outstretched hand from time to time. She wondered if he was doing it involuntarily or on purpose. She knew she should take her hand away, but after what she had seen, she needed reassurance. After a hour, their hands were simply pressed together.

During the feast, his proposal surprised her. His gaze was the same as back in the crypt, only now everyone was looking at them. She knew that her brother saw that the prince was interested in her. His question about his wedding was evidence that it annoyed him.

Y/N lowered her gaze at his words, remembering that she was only giving herself false hopes thinking about him. She thought she should leave as soon as possible.

She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him follow her. When he grabbed her brutally and kissed her, she felt pleasure, but also fury that he was treating her like an object. She pushed him away from her and he looked at her angrily. She was sure that after such a gesture, endearing prince, he would turn and leave, but he didn't.

He walked over to her again and grabbed her face again, but this time gently, his gaze soft. She shivered as he leaned over her, and she couldn't help but feel him again. She thought it was the last time, that she just wanted to remember what his mouth tasted like.

After her brother saw them, she ran to his chamber in the night, wanting to explain everything to him. She knew she couldn't sleep without it.

“He caught you in the hallway like some maid or wench. His brother is no different. Why are you defending him?" He asked annoyed after hearing what she had to say.

"Because I swear he didn't do anything to me. I'm ashamed to say it, but I wanted it." She said softly, and her brother raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I must admit that he also occupied my thoughts and my heart. I know it's untrustworthy, but please, brother, it wasn't one-sided. Don't tell our father about it." She said imploringly.

Cregan cleared his throat softly, sighing. He looked down at her.

"You know I'm no saint myself. But you are my sister. I won't tell our father, but you must promise me that you won't be alone with him again."

***

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep her vow. She felt shame and delight, terror and joy sitting on his lap, touching herself at the bottom, kissing him greedily, watching him seek his fulfillment, looking at her with misty eye.

She knew she might never know such lust in her life again, such a sudden, fiery feeling. She wanted that first experience to be with him, the one she had chosen, even if she would never see him again.

She woke up, wrapped tightly in his arms, pressed against his chest. She felt him breathing steadily. Her shirt was still wet with his semen. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling his scent, trying to enjoy his warmth. She wanted to cry at the thought of having to leave.

She did though, trying not to wake him up. She hurriedly tied her corset and left, looking around. She walked silently towards her tent, and after a moment her gaze and the gaze of Criston Cole sitting by the fire met in the distance.

***

When her father summoned her to the royal tent, she knew they were both finished. She tried not to show her desperation, but she felt it was written on her face. She couldn't even look her parents in the eyes.

When she heard from him that he wanted her to be his wife, for a moment she thought it was some kind of joke. But it turned out to be true. The thought of being able to marry him brought tears to her face. She agreed without hesitation, knowing that no man had ever had such an effect on her, had never kept her awake at night.

When they returned to Kings Landing, it felt like it was all just a dream. It seemed absurd to her - how could she be so crazy about someone in just a few days?

She was unable to explain it to herself or to her parents, who were trying to find out from her what had happened. Her brother thought she was crazy and didn't know what she was signing up for.

"In Kings Landing you will know neither freedom nor justice." He had told her once, and she had only swallowed, worried.

She and Aemond did not exchange letters. She was afraid that in these few months he would completely lose interest in her, that he would tought it had all been a big mistake.

She herself felt terrified at the thought that she had agreed to marry a prince. Only now did she realize what she had done.

When she thought about giving up and retreating, she remembered what had happened between them in the tent. She thought that Borros Baratheon's daughter had taken her place, and her throat tightened. Then all the feelings would come back to her, and she'd spend nights with her hand between her thighs, imagining him touching her there, looking at her with his piercing dark eye.

A few weeks before the wedding of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena, one of her servants burst into her chamber, panting. Lady Stark looked at him surprised and asked him what was the matter.

"My Lady. Prince Aemond has come to Winterfell on his dragon. He wants to fly with you to Kings Landing on dragonback."

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[nobadyasked]

I LOVE YOU WAY TOO MUCH

Pairing:bf!Sunghoon X female reader

Warnings: 🔞sex/kissing/minors not allowed

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It was Saturday and both of you had off day. Usually you're the one who gets up early. But today it was Sunghoon.

He woke up and zoned out for some time but then he started staring at you like he saw you for the first time. He was looking at every part of your face very carefully. The small and straight nose, long lashes, puffy cheeks, a little bit dried lips. They were making Sunghoon fall in love with you more and more. He couldn't handle himself and started covering your face with kisses. Warm and soft kisses from your boyfriend. What could be better for a great morning.

He started kissing your lips. Softly like he was afraid to break them. You woke up and without opening your eyes you answered to his kiss. His lips were sweet as strawberry. You let out a small moan so he can enter your mouth. He started kissing you deeply, playing with your tongue, sometimes biting your lips and making you moan a little. Then he moved to your neck. He covered it with wet kisses and hickeys.

-mmh.... Sunghoon~ah.... - you moaned as he bit your collarbone

-yes my babygirl ?...- he asked and looked in your eyes

-Let's stop it right here - you asked him

-okay...- he sighed and pecked your cheek- I'll make the breakfast - he said as he got up from bed.

Then you went to bathroom and did your morning routine. After you got dressed and went to the kitchen.  From far you could smell the pancakes. When you got to the kitchen you sow your boyfriend making breakfast. His attractive shoulders were your favourite part of his body. Without saying anything you back hugged him and nuzzled your face in his neck. Small smirk appeared on his face.

- oooh... Someone's clingy today- he teased not turning to you.

- I just love you way too much- you kissed his neck

- Yah Y/N stoop- he said blushing

- hey someone's shy- you teased him back

- Y/N... I love you way too much too - he said turning to you. Sunghoon hugged your waist and kissed your lips.

- Then if you love me that much will you go on a date with me Mr. Park?

- As you wish ma'am

You went on a movie date and you were sitting at the last seats. Today you were wearing tight short dress. And Sunghoon was staring at it (why only Sunghoon, other boys too hehe)

You were peacefully watching the movie when suddenly Sunghoon felt tighten in his pants.(khm)

* Shit * he mumbled to himself enough for you to hear. You turned to him and it was impossible not to notice it.

- Are you serious right now?- you whispered to him

- You're just to pretty - he said leaning for a kiss but you pulled him away

- hey, what's wrong? - he whined

- Hoon we're not alone

- okay - he was upset. You could tell by his eyes. You two didn't have IT for a month and you wanted too. But you two were busy or it wasn't the right place. So you decided to do that today.

When you came back home Sunghoon still looked sad. So you did the first move.

- Hoon-ah. Come on- you said while hugging his neck and kissing his lips.- you know that I love you. And you know that it's not like I don't want you . Right? - you said moving your kisses to his neck and leaving crimson hickeys.

- Ah Y/N you're playing with fire - he said. Sunghoon lifted you up and took you to the bedroom. Then he put you on the bed and started kissing you roughly. From your lips he moved to your neck then started biting your collarbone. Then he kissed your collarbone as apology. He took off your dress and started to kiss your lips. Then he moved to your boobs and started licking your nipples.

- mmm Sunghoon-ah Don't stop- you moaned as you run your fingers through his hair

- Not Sunghoon but Daddy- he whispered in your ear

After leaving hickeys on your boobs too he moved to your CLIT and started mastrubating it with his tongue. Then he moved to your anal and started kissing and licking

- Did you like it babygirl?- he asked after finishing his job

- yeah-.. - you moaned but were cut off by him

- then get ready for more- he said and took of his boxers. He kissed your lips and got in you roughly.

- AH DADDY IT HURTS- you screamed because of pain

- Shhhh it's okay- he said softly and started to move. After a while you started to moan not because of pain but because of orgasm that he gave you. It was so enjoyable that you started to move with your hips.

- Faster please, Daddy- you screamed

The room was filled with hot air and your moans

He got faster and finished after some time.

He kissed your forehead and laid down next to you

- I love you Y/N

- I love you too

[a-certain-romance]

As you bit into your stawberry lace

Characters/Ships: Yae Miko x fem!reader

Synopsis: You decide to wear a bunny costume to get out of punishment early

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, punishments, gaging (on clothing), nipple play, fingering, dirty talk

You’re always just so…obedient. Don’t get her wrong, Miko loves the thrill of a good chase— it makes the end result all the more satisfying. But the way you offer yourself up to her, without complaint or hesitation, gets her so riled up. You’ve always been such a good girl for her, following her every order to a T. She never felt the need to discipline you.

Until one day she caught you mastrubating, and hasn’t touched you since.

It should’ve been her fingers stuffed in you that night instead of your own. She calls it your “punishment” for being so impatient. But Yae Miko, ever the tease, makes it so much more harder than it needs to be. She’ll lightly slap your hand away when you try to initiate anything. If you’re so desperate just do it yourself. At this point it’s been days since she’s even kissed you.

It was much to her surprise when she came home to see you dressed in a tight-fitting bunny suit, your pliant body on display on your shared bed. It covers your curves perfectly: the plunging neckline reveals just enough skin and the fabric stretches deliciously along your ass. And to solidify it, an adorable bunny ear headband rests on the top of your head. She eyes your thighs, concealed by see-through stockings, which are now rubbing together from need. While she doesn’t show it, not touching you all week has been driving her insane. You brought this on yourself though.

“Look at you just, throwing, yourself at me~”. She giggles into her hand, “Well aren’t you desperate, you’re like a bunny in heat. I was wondering how long you’d last”. She sits next to you on the bed, turns, and kisses you deeply. “Are you ready for your punishment to be over?”. You nod you head frantically, “Please”

She spends time roaming her hands all over your body while peppering you face with kisses. She’ll kiss her way along your jaw and towards your ear where she’ll nibble on the lobe, “If you truly wish for it to end, then all I ask for is a favor. Will you be my good girl tonight?”.

“Yes”

“Good, now lay down for me”

She pulls out something from the bedside drawer and proceeds to straddle your stomach. “If you really are my good girl, you’ll let me stuff this in your pretty mouth, won’t you? If you manage to get through my teasing without being too loud…perhaps I’ll reward you”. The item in question happened to be the bottom half of one of Miko’s favorite lingerie set. It was pink, borderline red, and lacy.

You lift your head with an open mouth. You’ve been waiting for her touch for so long that you’d do anything at this point. She traces her thumb along your lips and stuffs your mouth full. It fit comfortably, if anything a little bit scratchy.

The whole point of wearing all this was to get Miko riled up enough to end the punishment sooner, and now that she’s about to go down on you there was no use in wearing it anymore. Your hand makes its way to your behind neck where the zipper starts but she catches your wrist in the air and pins it above your head.

“This,” she snaps the suit against your skin with her other hand, “is staying on. It would be a shame to dismantle all your efforts now would it”

A finger pushes past the fabric but merely rests on your entrance. She then starts drawing circles around your slit as she kisses the plushness of your breasts that aren’t obscured from the garment. The hand was pinning your wrist let’s go so she can grope and squish you through the material. It takes everything in you to not moan loudly as she pinches the buds of your sensitive nipples.

You bite down so hard when she pushes in that you’re practically shaking. She coos and praises you for taking her so well, promising that’ll it’ll all be over soon. Her speed is slow and deep. You can tell that she’s holding back because the aggression is seeping through. She tweaks your clit with her thumb and adds two more fingers.

You throw your head back into the pillows and keen, inhaling sharply when her fingers graze your sweet spot. Suddenly the lace is ripped from your mouth and you watch as Miko’s eyes glow a bright magenta from lust and excitement.

“Consider your punishment over. Now, cum like the desperate slut you are”

You writhe under her as your juices coat her fingers. Your labored breaths start to ease when she pulls out, only for Miko to bring them up to your lips for you to suck. “Good girl” she murmurs as you lick them clean.

“I hope you learned your lesson after all that”

[lix-ables]

. . # give me attention ˚ ₊ ✧

🖇️ pairing — hentai artist jisung x f.reader

🖇️ mdni, 18 + content.

PART I. | masterlist

🖇️ word count. 1.9k

🖇️ smut includes — switch!jisung + switch!reader, use of mirror (again yes) degradation (reader gets called slut, desperate, pathetic, etc + ji gets called desperate etc), perv!ji, slight oral fixation, teasing, cum swallowing, grinding, mentions of edging, slight sexting, slight mastrubation, dirty talk, mentions of lingerie kink and gagging, etc.

note. sigh. it's finally here. it took me a while to draft all the somewhat plot (??) and the other things, but it's FINALLY HERE. this fic has become my baby, please be kind to it, and show it some love. id appreciate it so much ‹3 enjoy reading bbs.

© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

jisung couldn’t stop thinking about last week.

in fact it hadn’t left his mind and he refused to let it leave. it was his drug. rather it was you - the way you look for him, the way you’d dress up for him, just like that day. the day that he wished would happen again. oh, how he’d do anything to replay that over and over again. he thought it was funny, amusing actually, how you were willing to help him out, be his inspiration for his work - without a question of course.

he found himself texting you, in between his work, just as he was leaving the studio. just as jisung locked the door, his fingers flew across the keyboard, sending you a message about the last thing he had in mind - you.

jisung: baby

you: hii ji

jisung: hey baby

you: what’s upp

jisung: so im omw home, wrapping things up in the studio and

you: oh you’ll be home early?

you: want me to cook you something?

jisung: are you goin to be wearing that cute lacy apron when i get home?

jisung: with nothing under?

jisung: just you, that apron and that sweet piece of ass?

you: jii~

jisung: sorry sorry

jisung: anyway, i was having some thoughts angel and

you: uh huh

jisung: what do you think about

jisung: me using those new lingerie set

jisung: or rather you using them

jisung: the next time i fuck you?

you: babeeee

you: can’t you just come home and tell me?

jisung: well, i could

jisung: but i think i wanna imagine how you’re blushing

jisung: thinking about me being inside you

jisung: want me to fuck you on the counter, hm?

you: just get home, mister.

that full stop. either you were mad at his sudden outburst, or you were just turned on, and jisung really hoped it was the second.

with his mind sketching an image of you just laying in your shared bed, sprawled - with your fingers in buried inside you, your whines filling the whole apartment - he was dizzy. but he didn’t think he would actually see it happen in person, in front of him. you let him believe you were mad at him, for texting you something as filthy as that. but you should’ve known, jisung was the type to say anything whenever he wanted, not caring if it affected you or not, especially when it came to things like this.

so when jisung climbed up the stairs to your apartment, opened the door, his ears and the whole place was filled with the sounds of pants coming from somewhere inside - most probably the bedroom. finding the door slightly ajar, he smirks at the sight of you in his shirt, the material barely covering your frame, as your legs spread wider as the second passes.

when he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt, he was tempted to stay quiet, waiting for you to realise someone was watching you, he was tempted to bring out his dick, and stroke himself. he’s not going to let you have all the fun, and all by yourself? according to him, that was unacceptable.

pushing the door slightly apart, enough so he could see you and the way you played with yourself when he wasn’t around, jisung bit his lip. as much as he loved seeing you getting off to god knows what, secretly though, he wished it was the text he sent you. and as much as he wanted to see how far you’d go to tease yourself, to curl your fingers inside, he had the urge to interrupt you. he wanted you for himself now.

“how about you leave some fun for me hm?” he speaks up, pushing the door wide open, as he watches you sit up, pulling his shirt to cover your body, smiling innocently at him. “thought you could have a single orgasm before i got home, huh?”

the way jisung said single, the tone in which he said that especially, made your body tingle. a shy nod makes him lean against the doorframe, with his arms crossed at his chest. “just one? what if i gave you a couple more? finish what you started, baby. need you wet enough for me, okay? i want you to make a mess, a big one.”

“but ji, that’s embarrassing -” you start to say, moving your fingers faster at the sight of jisung standing by the doorframe, the way he looked at you making you almost let out a moan. when jisung texted you saying he wanted to see your panties in your mouth, while he was inside you, you had to admit - it got you so wet, but also you started getting shy in front of him as you thought about it - you didn’t realise it would become reality. you knew you were the kind of couple that would talk about anything and everything, but this - this unlocked something in you that you didn’t think existed. until right now.

“then embarrass yourself for me, baby. that’s okay. after all, you did tell me you were going to help me with this strip of the piece i was working on right?” he whispers, mentioning the new hentai comic he was currently drafting, but left it just to see you getting wet all by yourself. “you’re my inspiration, aren’t you? god, i still have thoughts about those photos you sent me last week, so fucking pretty in that dress,” jisung groans, resting his head against the wall, his hand making its way to his now forming boner. “you know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress? and you didn’t buy it. maybe i should buy it for christmas, you can be my present and i can unwrap you, whaddya think? get a red satin ribbon, tie you up and tease you as well.”

“maybe i could tie you up instead,” you hum, sitting up from your current position to look at your boyfriend. “you’d look so pretty for me - your messed up hair covering your eyes, but i’d force you to look at me as i’m fucking myself on your pillow?” a hand reaches to cup your face, trailing it’s fingers down to where your pulse point was, and jisung’s face hovers over yours, pushing you back down on the bed. “didn’t i say it was my turn? you’re going to watch me come on my hand while touching yourself, and you’re going to keep your eyes on the mirror until i say so.”

the mirror. the reason jisung was so confident when he came to having you where he wanted you. the moment he knew you liked having him thrusting himself inside you, the moment you suggested to get a bigger mirror for his study room - he was gone for you.

“i would, but remember the time you almost came on my hand because you were so desperate for me to just get you off?” you raised an eyebrow at him, making him remove his hand from your face as he stared at you. “remember when i asked you to look at the mirror while i played with your pretty dick? remember when you begged me to stop teasing you and just let you come? or do you want me to remind you again?”

of course jisung remembered. the day you got back home after hanging out with your friends, the day he remembered sending you videos and audios of him teasing himself, the sounds of his fingers making fast and rapid movements around his shaft, could be heard in the background. the day you put him back in his place, but also the day you teased him, and edged him till he learnt his mistake. the day you played for what felt like hours with just his tip, teasing him till he lost it, and let out whimpers, with his back arched and fingers aching to be tangled in your hair.

“look at you begging for me to let you come,” you whispered, your fingers teasing just the tip of his cock, the sounds of his groans and a small whimper being the only thing heard in the room. “look at you being so desperate for me to just lick up all the mess you’re going to make on my face. you want that, don’t you?”

all jisung could do was nod, until a small slap to his thigh made his eyes fall on you, his lips now red from biting it so much to stop himself from moaning. instead of looking at your face, and the way his cock looked in your hand, his gaze turned to the way your tits were pressed up against his left thigh, the feeling of your skin against his making him even harder than earlier.

he squeezes his eyes shut, and you notice it, your thumb stopping any further movements of teasing or touching him. "you need to tell me what you want, baby. i can't help you otherwise," you whisper, your thumb going back to subtly teasing his tip, collecting what little precum formed.

"wanna touch y-you, please," he manages, the slight stuttering tone that jisung had making you chuckle. "touch me where hm? specify and i'll think about it okay?"

"need to suck on y-your tits, please. want them in my mouth," he groans, his hands moving to rest on his sides. "mhmm, no. you can look at them, but no touching. you can watch how much of a mess you'll be making on them okay?"

that was the day he decided he would tease you just the same, with just the same exact passion you had in your eyes when you didn’t let him come for the next hour or so.

“i do remember, but i also remember clearly how the very next day, you whined for me to let you suck on my cock because of how you needed it. remember how much you begged me to leave my sketches and asked me to play with you while you toyed with my cock? begged, no, pleaded like a pathetic little slut for me to come on your face so i could watch you lick every single drop clean, no? how you cried to just have me touch your pretty little cunt,” jisung’s voice drops low enough to get you wet again, and you press your thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“legs wide open baby, i want to see the mess you’ve made. i don’t think it’s wet enough for you to deserve my cock though,” he whispers, fingers trailing down to lift the shirt up, enough so he can see your legs spread slowly at his words.

“please -”

“please what darling? what do you want, hm? do you want me to touch you else where? do you want me to stop completely? you need to use your words, and let me know. i can’t read your mind now can i?” he mumbles, his fingers now curling around your knee, pushing it away a bit before moving low enough so he’s facing your wetness.

“kinda cute how you’ve been turned on since i told you about wanting you have your panties in your mouth while i fucked you. cute, but so so pathetic. but i like it, a bit too much, actually. now, i’m going to get you off on one condition,” he starts, watching you thrust your hips into the air, your toes curling into the sheets under you while your body ached for him to just touch you.

“you’re going to help me with this sketch as well, hm? i just need you to lay pretty in whatever i get you, with me occasionally giving you my cock, as reward of course, but you don’t get to touch anything. after all, you begged me to give you attention yesterday, i’m sure you can handle it hm?”

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[strrvnge]

Own it

Kinktober(more is coming)

Paring: Stephen Strange x reader

Summery : pure filthy smut with no plot

Warning : MDI, 18+, daddy kink, dom!stephen, sub!brat!reader, doggy style, mastrubation (f receiving), slight pussy slapping, dirty talking, p in v, ( a little bit of everything really)

Face and tits were pushed against the mattress, your ass hoisted in the air as another harsh slap landed on it making you gnaw on another pillow.

‘’Come on darling, you can take it. You always take everything daddy gives you right? Anyway wasnt it you who said you would do anything as long as you get fucked?"

You couldn't remember how long you've been in this position; naked laid down on bed, ass popping up, with his cock deep inside you, as he slapped your leaking pussy. Wetness was dripping down the sensitive flesh of your things , leaving your leaking pussy exposed to him. Your core was burning after having to ride his face for what seemed for hours, the several times you were brought to the edge only to be pushed away and then asked to start again had left you needy and leaking. Wetness was dripping down your things

‘’Answer to me baby’’, he said,his hand resting on one globe of your red, aching ass.

"Yes daddy" you shut your eyes closed preparing yourself for another slap on your swollen bum.

You knew you shouldn't have disturb him while studying but like a dog in heat you just couldn't wait for him to finish. All day long you've been walking around in sticky panties not able to think of anything else but his thick, long, cock filling you up till you can't take more. And when you got home Stephen had the audacity to just get out of the shower freshly washed, with his towels just below his V-line.

Of course you offered yourself to suck him off-you placed it more politely- but he said he had too much work, kissed your cheek and left, leaving you all wet and needy.

So after making sure Wong would be out for a couple hours, you had the brilliant idea of walking around the Sanctorum in just a pair of red underwear and his shirt on, begging for little attention.

He obviously knew what you were up to the moment you lay down on the couch with your legs up on the couch's back, putting on display your ass as your fingers ran down from your chest down to your bare stomach.

He had coughed dryly and brought the book closer to his face so it would block his view. You groaned lightly in frustration before you traced the tiptoes of your feet up and down his pants.

"Stevie" you whimpered quietly

"As tempting as you look, I told you I'm very busy. Wong needs my help on a very serious matter-"

"I need you too" you pouded and as you spread further your legs Stephen noticed the round spot of wetness that had pooled on the middle of your new lacy panties. "For a very very important matter"

"I'm not gonna repeat myself Y/N. Please stop otherwise you're not going to get what you want even when I'm done"

"Now tell me, did you really need to be such a brat? Touching things without permission?" He asked and you buried your wet from tears on the soft pillow, searching for some comfort.

Grabbing you by the hips, he raised them further up before approaching you from a different angle only to give you another hollow thrust of his, enough to make you moan but not enough to offer some sort of release.

"Say I'm sorry daddy"

"No!", you whined stubbornly. He tiltled his head and grabbing your chin he craned your head to an uncomfortable position looking at you with a frown.

"No? Are you sure kitten?" He mocked you before into one swift forceful movement he pulled out. Your jaw dropped and new tears formed in your eyes as you

Grabbing the sheets you bite your bottom lip forcing yourself to say the next words.

"Yes" you said breathlessly.

"Hm that's a shame. I suppose now have to treat you like a bad girl"

Suddenly he pushes back in the whole bed creaking as he leaned forward, straddling your ass, the thick head of his cock slams into your cervix, and forces your neck into an uncomfortable position he sloppyly kissed you drowning your sudden groan.

"You're so fucking hot when you cry kitten" he tusks before looking back at your hole that was now trying to adjust again to his size.

"Look at you stretching around my cock like the good cockslut you are it makes me wonder if you could take more"

Something sparks inside of you at the bare thought of finally finding some short of relief after being denied so many times.

"Please, please,please" you panted and grabbed the mattress harder till your knuckles turned white. You didn't care about the pain, you just needed him to touch every aching spot inside of you. With a loud groan Stephen' muscular things kept your body in place as he easily slided deeper, his body pushing yours forward.

"Oh" your weak voice came out as a screech and you were unable to form a single sentence. You knew Stephen's dick was much to handle much less from behind, offering the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck "He spreads your cheeks, grunting at the sight of your ass stretched around his cock. His thrusts slows the slightest so he can watch your rim struggle to take his veiny girth your nosnsense mumbling proving how out of it you had been.

You were so cockdrunk you could even speak a single word, everything vanishing from inside your head, leaving it all empty and fuzzy.

"What happened kitten what gotten you all dump and stupid?" He mocked, his voice ghostly in your ear, but before you could try and escape forward his other hand grabbed your waist pulling it against him while also bending you further on the mattress.

"Daddy" you mumbled sweetly, hiccuping quiet whines as his length reaches deeper, if possible. "S' much"

"I know baby, I know" he cooed you giving a small soothing kiss on your shoulder somehow calming your burning body."But you can take it all, can't you? Do it for daddy kitten, prove me what a good girl you are"

Taking your hand in a surprisingly gentle manner he brought it to your pussy before with both his and your middle fingers he pushed them past easily your puffy folds.

Letting out a breathy, desperate moan one finger slides in, and the abrupt thickness blooms a burning pleasure in your stomach. His thickness stretches and fills you to the brim. You can’t even think, and he knows that. “Just let daddy fuck this pussy, yeah? Don’t even have to think, just take my cock like a good girl.” he grunts listening to your needy whines turning into moans.

His low voice sent shivers down your spine but you could do nothing but simply obey. You wanted him to fill you up. You needed him to fuck you and you coukd thing of nothing else but it.

The swollen petals of your clit wrapped around his finger as he pumped it in and out your abused hole, a ring of white wetness forming around the base. Your eyes fluttered and rolled back and if you weren't lying down you were sure you'd have blacked out.

"Come on kitten, make a mess for daddy. Will you be a good girl and cum, hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" You moan holding back yourself from screaming.

"Will you cum on my fingers like one too?"

Your stomach tightened and before you could even realize it your high hit and you were coming on his cock and fingers drenching them like you owned them.

He hand got on top of yours, pinning it down your knuckles turning white as he pulled and grabbed the mattress with you, his cock twitching inside of you. Hiccuping his name and sweet mumbles while he groaned and cursed toegther you rode out your orgasms gliding and griding inside of you till you could feeel him deep in your stomach.

With each rough, rapid thrust your bodies moved together perfectly sync, the weight of them causing the headboard of the bed hit the wall each time with a loud bang till the wave of pleasure was seemjng to finallly wear off.

"Is everything all right up there?"

[macmystery]

Can you write a story on how you would take my virginity so I can mastrubate to it 🥹

Of course I will!

First Time

“Are you sure that you are up to this,” taking your trembling hand in mine. Your palms are sweaty and there is a shudder in your cheeks as I brush your hair from them.

“Yes, yes,” you studder as I pull you down on the couch beside me. I give you a reassuring smile as my hand leaves your cheek and glides to the back of your neck. I pull you close to me into a tender kiss. It takes a moment until your body relaxes. You release yourself into the kiss.

Your inexperience dissolves into passion as you follow my lead. Our tongues form a dance for which yours falls in step. I feel your arm wrap around my shoulder, pulling me into you as you breath grows shallower and more desperate. My kiss breaks from your mouth, and I nibble on your ear, licking and sucking on your neck. When my teeth rake across your skin, a tremor races through your whole body and you meld yours into mine, deleting any space that would separate us.

Slipping my hand under the hem of your shirt, I discover that even in your shyness that you have come prepared. There is no bra to undo as you have planned for me to undo your virginity. Your skin ripples beneath my touch as I ascend to your breast. You arch your back, pressing your tit into my palm and I feel you nipple grow taunt against it. I linger there, squeezing and kneading your firm flesh, not wanting to rush the experience. I want you to remember it for a long time, not as some awkward teenage effort that leaves you sore and not orgasmed, leaking his uninitiated cum, but as a dream come true, haunting your dreams for nights to come, aching to have it repeated again and again.

Surprisingly, you slide your leg over mine until your thigh rests on my growing bulge. It is probably subconscious, or your increasing comfort that allows you to rub against it with your leg while we kiss. I lean you back after lifting your top over your head and off. Your tits so firm that they stand erect even with you on your back. Your nipples surrounded with the tiny bumps that expose your arousal and invites my lips.

The sounds emanating from you are delicious as my tongue circles your nipples before sucking them into my mouth. Your body undulates like waves as my kisses descend your body, crossing your stomach and over your hips as I have already pushed down your shorts and panties. You didn't need them – you had already soaked them with your juices. It is the fragrant aroma of those virginal juices that cause my cock to throb as I pull your spread legs over my shoulders and mark your inner thighs with kisses and sucking until I reach your center.

Not willing to rush, I kiss your pussy lips through your light, delicate bush. My tongue is greeted with a gush of your sweet honey as it runs the length of your slit, collecting your juices on it before teasing your clit. I had intended to only spend a short amount of time there to prepare you for what's next, but when you thrust your hips and ground your clit against my tongue, the first waves of your cumming shimmered through your thighs and you clasped them against my cheeks until the orgasm subsided.

I lift your legs off my shoulders and leave them spread wide, admiring the pulsing of your asshole as you relish the end of your orgasm, your pussy lips shimmering in the dim light. I had intended to prepare your hole with my fingers before giving you my cock, but your heaving chest and ragged breathing let me know it was time for the main event. I crawl between your legs and run the tip of my cock between your dripping pussy lips. Your eyes open wide as you realize the moment has arrived. Despite the pleasure you had just experienced, a bit of anxiety creeps back into your visage.

“It's OK, I'll be gentle,” I reassure you. Your body tenses as I begin to push into you. Inch by inch I let you stretch around me before proceeding. When your face finally relaxes, I am buried balls deep inside you. The tension from your warm, tightness makes me throb and pulse within you. I begin to stroke you, letting you feel every inch of me as I move in and out of you. Soon, your hips synch with my thrusts and you throw your legs around my back, arching your pussy up to my movements. Your moans and gasps get the better of me, and I plunge into you with a more rapid pace, feeling the length of your body beneath me, taking me in, clenching around my cock as you drench it in your juices. Our bodies lock as we are both gripped in your second orgasm, evoking my load as it spurts within you.

“Oh...my...god...” is all you can mutter into my neck as you cling to me. I feel as though you will never let me go.

At least, that is my wish.

[dyinglikenarcissus]

Good Vibrations

Steve Rogers x black female reader

Steve gets his best girl a little going away gift 😉

More of Steve and his little princess from The Cabin universe. This is the one I wanted to post so here it is. I proof read it once but we all know I’m dyslexic (I should just start putting that disclaimer on all of my fics)

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, use of vibrators, over stimulation, threats of violence, public mastrubation maybe? I also think I’ve been spelling that word wrong my entire life but apple refuses to acknowledge it as a word

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

3k words (kinda short for me)

You moan softly as you hear your name in a low voice that you love. “Little princess. I need you to wake up.” You feel a rough set of fingers run across your cheek rousing you a little further into the waking world. You curl a little further into your plush sheets not wanting you leave your dream about your and Steve’s wedding day but the subject of your dream continues to try to wake you.

“Come on, sweet girl. Up.” You feel his lips brush against the skin he was just touching.

“What’s wrong, Stevie?” You finally whisper not wanting to open your eyes.

“There’s my beautiful girl,” Steve smiles against your cheek. You laugh a little at his words. You can feel the dried drool around your mouth as you rub the crust from your eyes. You had to look anything but beautiful. “You’re gonna hate me but I just got a call.” You whine softly as you sit up and finally look at him. He’s already dressed in his stealth suit, shield strapped to his back, helmet in hand. He’d must have been up for a while letting you sleep peacefully.

“What’s going on?” You frown, already missing him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer making him nuzzle his face in your shoulder. The smell of worn leather and synthetic material is a comfort and a curse.

“Scott and Sam ran into some trouble in DC. I shouldn’t be away long. It’s just a couple hours away.”

You still sigh softly. It’s always the ones that he promises will be easy that end up taking him away from you for weeks.

“I say it every time and I’ll say it again: tell me ‘no’ and I’ll stay.” He mutters into your neck. He knows you’ll never tell him ‘no’. You know he could never leave his friends in danger. You know he could never leave anyone in danger. And you’d never stop him from saving the world one last time.

“Go,” you breathe.

He hums into your skin but doesn’t pull away. “I, uh, I got you something.” He clears his throat and pulls away slightly. “Close your eye and open your legs.”

“What?” You laugh in disbelief at the ridiculous statement making him smile. “Is it going away sex?”

“Just do as I say,” he smiles and presses his lips to yours.

You mutter a quiet ‘fine’ and do as he says. “Good girl,” he purrs. You hear some shuffling and a low buzz that sounds like a cell phone before you feel his rough finger at the band of your sleeping shorts. You bite your bottom lip to hold back a laugh but then he slips something into your shorts and tucks it around your clit. “You can take it off for showers and to clean it only. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you grin.

He gives you an approving hum and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Ste-ahhhhuhhhaaaa-“ you gasp as the vibrations run through your clit and leaving you practically immobilized. It’s stops almost as quickly as it started and you know he’s going to have far too much fun with this.

Steve chuckles darkly and pulls away. “Walk me out, princess,” he requests as he holds out his hand for you. You nod and slide out of bed to follow him to the door.

“I do have work. Don’t get too carried away with this thing.”

“Stay home then,” Steve grins and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “You could use some you time.” You just groan and roll your eyes. “I’ll keep an eye on you,” he assures, tapping his cell phone to your head. Both of you agreed to share your locations with each other shortly after moving in together. You just worried about him. It gave you a little peace of mind. “One more kiss for the road?” You grin and stand on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. “Two more,” he mutters against your lips as you happily oblige. “Three more.”

“You’re pushing it, mister,” you joke but you’d never deny him anything. You slot your lips to his one last time not wanting to let go but you do when his phone chimes. It’s a chime you know all too well. “Car’s here,” you sigh. “Be careful, please.”

“Yes, ma’am,” his smiles and presses one final kiss to your lips before disappearing out the door.

It’s still dark out and still your weekend. You should try to go back to sleep but it was always hard to sleep the first few nights after he leaves. You crawl back into bed and just smell him on his pillow as you hug it to your chest.

You miss the strong presence of him at your back.

You huff softly and turn a calming video on on your phone and attempt to relax.

“Shit!” You hiss at the harsh vibrations at your core. Your eyes fly open to see the sun out and the room empty but your clit quickly pulls you back down to the bed. “Uhhhuh, huh, huh,” you sigh huffing as the pulses alternate between long drawn out vibrations and short buzzes. Oh God, oh God, oh God, you’re close. Your hips buck against the air chasing your high. So fucking close.

Then your phone buzzes on the night stand.

You suck in a breath and attempt to get blood back into your arms to answer it. You manage to lift it to your face to see a picture of you and Steve on your short cabin trip. “Stevie?” You manage between breath.

“Hey, princess!” He greets cheerily. “Just letting you know I’m in DC.”

“Uhuh,” you moan attempting to focus.

“Nat’s here. You’re on speaker.” You can hear the cheeky grin in his voice. Of course someone was there so you couldn’t verbally berate him for waking you up like this.

You attempt to school your voice but it still shakes as you respond. “I’m gl-glad you boooooth made it-made it safe,” you stutter as you flip over to hump the bed.

“Did I wake you, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“Ye-yeah but-but-but I needed to ge-heeeet up.”

“Is she alright?” You hear Natasha ask and your embarrassment shoots through the roof.

“She’s fine,” Steve answers. “She’s battling allergies.”

“Ugh!” The red head groans. “Know how that is. Have Steve dust for you when he gets back.” She instructs and you just nod. All you can do is nod.

So close! So so close…

“Princess? You still there?”

“Yes,” you squeak.

“How are you liking your present?” This cheeky giant buff bastard. The buzzing reaches a crescendo as you attempt to get as much friction as possible. Too much! Too much! Way too much. You let out a high whine and press your hips into the bed roughly.

“Ish puuurfect,” you slur finally cumming but the vibrations don’t stop but you’re already so sensitive and your core is so wound up and everything feels so vibrant and tangible until-

“Ohhhh,” you moan.

“Oh?” Steve laughs and the pulses stop.

Oh.

“You alright there, sweetness?” You wiggle your hips in the puddle you just made on the bed. Did you just…?

“I-I think so?” You ask as if he can confirm your suspicions from so far away.

“Well, I’ll let you go. Duty calls. I love you.”

“I love you,” you exhale and drop your head back against the pillows. The phone beeps indicating the end of a call and a text comes through almost immediately.

Did you cum, sweet girl?

You laugh breathlessly at the message and type a reply as quickly as you can.

I think I squirted

You smirk at yourself and get up to grab a towel to dry your wet spot. You’ve never done that before.

You almost felt powerful.

And all it took was a little vibrating piece of silicone?

Damn! And I missed it???

You smile and decide it’s time to start your day and get out of your wet shorts.

“Shit,” you sigh looking at the wet spot on the bed. You attempt to pat the spot dry while your phone continues to buzz. You better wash these sheets, too.

You know I’m going to have to recreate that so I can taste it for myself Steve continues making you moan. You can just imagine him pulling that out of you with his heavy dick inside of you. You feel yourself getting wet all over again at the thought but Steve leaves your poor abused clit alone.

For the moment.

After spending the last of your day off cleaning the house since you had to wash the sheets anyway, you find a towel to sleep on. Just in case. You don’t want to wash the bedding again.

And you’re beyond glad you did.

Just as you cuddle up with a book before bed, your phone chimes and you know exactly who it is.

“Hey, baby,” you sigh putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey, sweetness. Just checking in.”

“How is everything going there?” You ask, closing your book to give him all of your attention.

“It’s going,” he sighs. He sounds so tired.

“Can’t wait for you to come back home.”

“Can’t wait to get home,” he mutters. “But this will have to do for now.” You know he about to turn on this terrible vibrator.

“No-no-no-no-no-nggghhh,” you moan bracing yourself against the bed frame as the pulsating starts. “Please, Stevie,” you whine.

He hums and you can hear his smile. He’s enjoying this far too much. “You know I love to hear you say my name like that,” he says making you whimper at his deep voice. You want him here. You want him touching you. But damn, this thing is going to break you!

“Need you!”

“I know, princess. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” His voice lowers and you wonder if he’s alone. “But in the meantime, tell me what you’ll do when I get there?”

You let out a high pitched whine at the thought and how close you are to cumming. Your core is pulsating with the beat of your heart and you can’t think straight enough to speak.

You know exactly what you’re going to do to him. You’re gonna ride his dick like your life depends on it then you’re gonna punch him in his beautiful face for doing this to you. “Princess, answer the question,” Steve insists.

You’re going to make him regret it.

“I’m gonna suck the life out of that ever replenishing dick of yours and when you tell me you can’t cum anymore, I’ll make you sit back and take it until you pass out,” you get out through gritted teeth as you grip the headboard and mattress. Your essence starts to drip down your thigh but you know he’s not going to stop until he’s good and ready.

“Big words coming from you, sweet girl,” he chuckles. “Can you even stand right now?” You don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. Besides, you don’t think your mouth will work anymore as you gasp at the tightening feeling in your core building again.

You rip your sleeping shorts down your ass just in time to watch the fountain flow out of you and on to your waiting towel.

“Please, Stevie. Ngggh no more!” You cry as it continues the pulsing building in you core again threatening to make you release more.

“A little more. How are you going to dish it out if you can’t take it?” A fresh flow of your juices forces it’s way out of you and you think you’ll pass out.

“Please, please, please, please, please,” you beg but Steve only chuckles.

“You want me to stop?”

“Yeeeees!”

“Hmmm. I should get off the phone. I’m pretty sure Bucky is listening to every word of this conversation.”

“Steve!” Now you were embarrassed! Please, just make it end!

“You know how much he likes you. He’s probably loving this.” You can hear the smirk in his voice while you bury your face in your boyfriend’s pillows. You want him in you too bad to truly want him to stop. “Imagining you making all those pretty noises for him. But you’re all mine. Aren’t you, sweetness?”

“Yeaah! I’m yours! All yours!” The vibrations intensify to the point that your body is just pouring juices.

“One more? Make it a good one.”

A cry rips from you because you know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.

You brace yourself for another release that comes almost instantly leaving you whimpering into your sheets.

“Good girl.” Then it stops. It takes you a moment to regain your breath. You didn’t even realize you were holding it. You’re pretty sure you gained new muscles from tensing your core for so long.

You let out a relieved sigh and can’t help but laugh. “You alright, princess?”

“Perfect,” you giggle making him laugh right along with you.

“I should really let you sleep. You have work in the morning.”

“How am I supposed to sleep after that with no cuddles?” You whine.

“You know I want to be right there with you. Clean you up and kiss your neck. Play with your boobs until you want to go one more round.”

“Steve!” You cry as you pull the soaked towel from under you and toss it to the floor. “Miss you.”

“Miss you more. Go to sleep. I’ll be home soon.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. I love you so much.”

“Love you, too, Stevie. Goodnight, Bucky!”

“‘Night, doll!” You hear a distant voice call making you both laugh.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“‘Night, princess,” Steve sighs. There’s a soft beep and you know the call has ended leaving you alone and so wound up and sore. You attempt to get comfortable but it’s never the same without your Stevie.

You snag his pillow to cuddle with and fall into a restless sleep.

Steve is good after that. Only torturing you at night, before bed. Sometimes he calls and acts like he’s having the most normal conversation when all you can respond with is cries and moans. Sometimes he just texts. That’s how you know he’s deep into his mission but he never leaves you unsatisfied.

But he leaves you alone throughout your day. You stay on edge knowing he could but also knowing he would never.

You lean against the counter of your coffee shop at a slow part of the day. This is normally when just you and Steve would be here. Sometimes Bucky and Sam would join him. Even rarer times Natasha would come in.

But they were all away.

So you sigh and clean the counter for the third time when your phone buzzes with a text message

I’ll be home tonight

You gasp in delight and let out an excited squeal. Stevie’s coming home! Stevie’s coming home! Stevie’s coming-oh?

Your thighs clench as you almost double over.

He wouldn’t.

I want you nice and wet for me 😘

He’s knows you don’t close until 8. And you don’t leave until 9! He just expects you to deal with this for the next three hours?!

Please, don’t do this You reply and you can practically see his smirk on his beautiful smug face.

Go home early

You can’t.

You own the place. You can do whatever you want He texts in succession.

Or stay there and suffer…

Old people and their ellipses!

What if I just take it out? You type frustratedly.

Somebody wants to be punished…

You let out a groan just as woman walks in

“Hi! Welcome to MotherLand!” You greet tersely. Please just know what you want and get out!!!

“Hello,” she smiles. “I’m meeting some friends here. Mind if I take a table?”

“Of course,” you grin, teeth clenching so hard you might break a molar.

Please, Steve! For the love of God! I have a customer!

Read.

Read?!

He has the audacity to leave you on read? Oh, he’s gonna get it!

The woman’s friends come. And they stay. And chat. And laugh and joke and have a wonderful time all while you suffer. You even let them stay past closing while you clean up.

And the vibrations continue.

You put on a pad but by 8:45 you feel it starting to soak through.

“I’m so sorry ladies, but it’s closing time,” you smile at the group. They give you their thanks and leave a handsome tip and finally shuffle out.

And as soon as you lock the door behind them it stops.

You let out a gasp. It stopped.

You’re gonna kill him.

You turn toward the bathroom to clean yourself up but just as you reach the door, there’s a knock at the window.

Oh! Would you look at that? A beautiful blond dead man waving at you through your freshly cleaned window.

You grimace at him and turn back to the bathroom.

He can wait.

When you reemerge, refreshed and slightly less on edge, you find him leaning against the front door with his arms crossed around his broad chest.

You take a steeling breath and finally open the door for him.

“Missed you, princess,” he grins lifting you from behind your thighs to kiss you softly.

“Missed you, too, baby,” you smile and kiss him back. “So, so much,” you whisper burying your face in his neck while pressing more kisses to his heated skin.

“And I thought you had enough of me.”

“I’ll never have enough,” you mutter and slide down his body back to the floor. You grip his hand and tug him behind the counter.

You press his back against the counter, pulling him down for more kisses against his pillowy lips. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this. With the front lights off, passersby couldn’t see anything really from the sidewalk. Sometimes you really needed him. Like right now.

You just couldn’t. Get. Enough.

A smirk plays on your lips as your lips trail to his jaw. One of those beautiful groans leaves his throat and it almost makes you forget your own mission.

No! Eyes on the prize.

“Can I show you how much I missed you?” You ask innocently, looking up at him through your lashes.

He clears his throat nervously and nods. “Please, princess.”

You smile and your hands knead his hard pecks through his stealth suit. You can’t wait to get him out of this thing and into a bath with you. But first…

Your fingers tips trail down his abs to find purchase at his belt.

“You sure, baby?” You ask coyly, meeting his gaze

“Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles making you smile.

To think he used to make you so nervous.

You sink to your knees in front of him and slip off his belt with little effort never loosing eye contact. You could strip off his entire uniform without looking at this point.

You carefully place it at his feet and move on to his pants zipper. Soon, his pulsing red cock is completely free and dripping for you.

You finally stare up at him and grip him with just the perfect amount of pressure that leaves him reeling. His blue eyes flutter shut making you smile just as you wrap your lips around his tip.

A soft whine leaves him as he grips the counter behind him making you moan. He’s so big and thick and strong.

But you want to see him weak.

Your free hand finds his belt below you and feels for his phone while you work him like lollipop, sucking with the perfect amount of suction and speed. He may have a super soldier brain but you have a mind like a steel trap. Everything he loves is so lovingly memorized from the way you squeeze him with the perfect amount of force to the way you expertly juggle his balls. He’s a whimpering mess for you.

“Fuck, sweetness. I’m close,” he moans, tangling his fingers into your dreads. He doesn’t even need to apply pressure. You know exactly what he wants. What he needs.

“Cum for me, baby,” you beg, pulling away to suck kisses to his sack while your hands thrust and twist in perfect motion.

“Fuck!” He cries and grips your roots to press his tip to your lips as he erupts into your mouth. You suck everything from him while you continue to pump his cock, making sure to milk out every drop. “You’re so good for me,” he praises making you preen and lick the cum from around your mouth.

You press one last kiss to his tip before tucking him back into his pants, redoing his belt, and standing to receive a shower of kisses.

You hum in delight from his praise, giggling as his lips tickle your neck.

“Let me grab my stuff so we can go home,” you laugh, tapping your hand to his chest.

“Alright,” he sighs and lets you pull away.

The second you step into the kitchen you hear a soft groan and your lips curl into a sinister smile.

“What the fuck?” Steve barks as soon as you exit the kitchen with your bag catching him attempting to remove the vibrator wrapped around his dick.

“Oh! That’s where I put it,” you smile and up the intensity, stopping any further movement from him.

“Yo-you’re gonna get i-aaaaaah,” Steve threatens and attempts to grab his phone.

“Oh, no. I don’t think so,” You sigh and increase the vibrations to the point that you can now hear it loud and clear.

“Shiiit!” Steve groans gripping the counter.

“Come on. What’s taking you? Let go home.”

“You’re eviiiiiiil,” he moans but follows you slowly.

“I learn from the best,” you smirk watching his dick attempt to break through his suit with every step. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up. You must be so uncomfortable: all sticky and hard and wet.” You just hear and deep growl come from him.

You’re definitely gonna get it when you get home but seeing him like this is so worth it.

Dividers by the wonderful Firefly

Master List

[seawitch62]

Warning:- Story contains suggestive smut, smut? Mastrubation mentioned as well as cyber sex.

Word count 1058.

18+

              ◇Stress Relief◇

☆I wanna touch on you

You see me in my room

Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do

I wanna get freaky on camera

I love when we get freaky on camera☆ (Doja Cat).

Another day, another dollar. Funny how things change. The job interview for instance, the awkwardness, fumbling through, hoping the impression left was good if not adequate. The phone call, "the job is yours", never believing the good fortune as being the chosen one. The first weeks learning and adapting to all that the job entails. Meeting 'the boss' he seemed presentable and polite if not cool and aloof, well I'm there to work not start romantic entanglements. Sure he is a handsome guy, sexy even, but he knows it. Demanding and obnoxious one moment staring at you the next as if this is your first meeting. You never know which Lee Junho you will encounter.

The condescending looks can cut, stubborn! Stubborn as a mule! It's a job! The pay is good as are the benefits, so dealing with the boss, that's just part and parcel. Some days though…the knock off time can not come faster enough.

Yes, well yes, there were fantasies in the beginning, well he is an attractive man, and  in her own defense this was before she knew him.

Stress relief she calls it  otherwise known as mastrubation. Reminiscing about those thoughts, they were creative and imaginative, and fulfilling. That had to stop! That Tuesday? No Monday? No, it was a Tuesday! When he caught her staring at him, her thoughts were x-rated, the quizzical and detached look he returned, hit like a wave. Can he read minds?

No of course not! With his self absorption she figured he would soon lose whatever interest he had in her at the moment. 

"Is something wrong?" Junho asked at her desk, "what? Hmm no!" "You were staring! Thought I spilt something on myself I could  not see!" "No you are fine"

Grinning "thank you".

Ego much! Damn man!

So after that encounter no more fantasies about the boss!.

♤

Emotional involvements! Who needs them! They always lead to disaster. Thinking about past encounters they were either too clingy or had a roving eye she muses. Deciding to take herself out of the game, it's a lonely existence. Adult websites? Maybe?

Adultfriendfinder, was a blessing, suited the needs and requirements of the moment.  Yes the site is filled with creeps and perverts, but hell that goes with the territory. Recalling the night she first had communique from 'Iwillmakeuscream'. Disappointment first reaction another chauvinistic perv!  His message was not what she expected, it was interesting, she was intrigued, so she replied. 

That was the beginning of a mutually satisfying friendship, well of sorts.

They both wanted the same thing, fun! Without the chains of a partners strangulation hold. 

Privacy was paramount, they agreed to keep their identities hidden, adding to the excitement.

Never knowing who you are sharing all these delicious moments with that in itself is an aphrodisiac. Eventually they moved passed the site to the app.

He is kinky enough to be adventurous without being creepy. His words seductive, and let's face it with cyber sex or some call it internet sex communication is and imagination are the upmost important factors. This guy..

Well he has them in spades. 

Many, many, many nights nestled in bed with thoughts of him.

Photos, well dick photos are not amongst my prized possessions she giggles, but I do have an extensive collection of 'Iwillmakeuscream' body parts, and what nice body parts they are! Taking the photos and sharing, a turn on. Intimacy without intimacy. His scenarios and suggestions exotic and kinky and fun, most of all stress relieving.

■

Great! The boss is on one today!

"Do you think this is what I asked?" "Go back to your desk and redo it" blah blah blah.

That man is either hot or cold. 

He has been surprisingly pleasant lately, "now we have to work late" he states.

Great! There goes tonight's stress relief. "Will this day ever end".

■

Days and nights roll by, Junho ever the demanding boss requiring perfection or very close to it. The illusion of once believing I was the chosen one, faded now the others who interviewed and did not place, now they are the lucky ones.

Looking at him, remembering the fantasies, what the hell was I thinking?

Cold, aloof, ice in his veins, the man is an ice cube.

"Yes I'm paying attention" , replying sweetly.

"Good I'm not going to repeat myself!".

Grouch, he would make an excellent Grinch laughing to herself at her own thoughts.

"Repeat what I just said"

Looking at him whilst repeating him word for word.

The only reward that is given is cool stern stare.

On the other hand nights spent tapping away on the keyboard chatting with 'Iwillmakeuscream' rewarding, relaxing, inhibitions be damned. The unknown is intoxicating.

Tonight though he hinted we should meetup.

Meetup! What happened to privacy? Keeping it simple? Free of emotional pitfalls?

Meeting up in a hotel, no doubt it would be orgasmatic.

Blindfolds his kink. Not sure about us both stumbling around a hotel room blindfolded.

Can't deny the intrigue is consuming finally seeing the face of so much stress relief is fascinating to say the least.

●

Standing outside the Hilton hotel, building the gumption to walk through the revolving doors.

How did I get here? What am I doing here?

Cravings of the body weaken the will.

I mean it's not like we are in a relationship just two adults looking for adult fun, no strings attached. 

It will be awkward at first seeing someone who knows so much about you, someone who has seen parts of you that normally are hidden from view, someone who has never seen your face nor heard your voice or even knows your name.

A thrilling sexual game.

Time to meet my stress relief cohort face to face.

■

Room 242, this is it. Final check, straighten clothes, apply lipstick, run fingers through hair and then one final flick of the mane.

Knock knock knock.

The door opens the man smiling, slowly his smile fades away as recognition hits.

"You!" 

Standing in the doorway, Lee Junho, also known as the boss.

"You, OMG".

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hello! I’ve asked you a few questions before, but this one is different.

I’ve just recently started a kind of QP with a friend (I asked if they wanted to be in a QP, they said give it time, we’ve been hanging out a lot recently and have discussed the topic. It’s not quite a QP but they said they want to be in one with me, but in a little bit of time).

I have discovered since that time that I am on a different section of the aroace spec (enjoy mastrubation, though I don't nor have I ever finished) this isn’t necessarily an issue right now, but I wanted to ask if this is, like, okay?

is it weird? Should I be doing something about this? I’m already kind of insecure about my tendencies so that probably plays a part in this whole thing but.

yeah

hi anon,

I know it's normally advised not to answer a question with a question, but I'm not... quite sure what the issue it here? unless I'm misunderstanding what QP is referring to (a queerplatonic relationship? yes? please correct me if I'm wrong!), I fundamentally don't see the correlation here.

having someone interesting in being your queerplatonic partner is lovely! wonderful! I adore that for you, it's such a special and unique dynamic to enjoy in your life! I'm unclear on why enjoying masturbation would alter that in any way, unless I guess your potential QP is vehemently opposed to affiliating with people who masturbate? personally I think that would be A Little Much, but that's a conversation that could take place between the two of you.

possibly you're worried that people who masturbate aren't allowed to be in queerplatonic relationships? in which case call the QP police, I guess, because I do it all the time and my wife all the way has sex with his boyfriend, so we're definitely doing it wrong.

just kidding, there are no QP police and you can do whatever you want forever. of course it's okay.