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business dealings - sampo x reader (3.5k)

sampo's line of work has given him a lot of experience in getting what he wants.

cw: corruption kink, naive virgin reader, sampo is manipulative n kinda sleazy. reader is afab but no gendered terms/language are used. reader is chubby, shorter than sampo. loss of virginity, blowjobs, coming inside.

not sfw, minors dni.

At heart, Sampo is a businessman.

He knows what he wants - generally, as much shield as possible - and he's willing to do almost anything in order to get it. Bartering, trading, a little bit of illegality (it's only illegal if he gets caught, after all) - talking his way both out of and into things.

So when you'd looked at him, with your eyes all pretty and big and doe-like, admiration leaking into your tone as you asked him about what the underworld was really like . . . he'd decided that what he wanted next was . . . well. You.

It’s surprisingly easy.

Easy, because you’re malleable and naive to the ways of the more . . . nefarious sides of society. You’ve never had to worry about stepping foot out of your comfortable life, beyond the vague threat of the Fragmentum and the Eternal Freeze that bothers every citizen of Belobog. But your life within the city isn’t threatened; you look at the Silvermane Guards with respect and awe, but you don’t honestly believe yourself in any danger. And because of that certainty that bad things will not happen to you, you’ve developed quite a cute interest in those other things - like Sampo, and his trips to the underworld, his easy way of slipping between things, his adventures and the embellished stories he tells you. And you’ve become quite easy to get information out of, on top of all of that - anything to help Sampo out, after all.

Oh, you’re adorable.

He thinks about you a lot, when he’s embroiled in another danger he brought upon himself - imagines how to spin it so he’s the hero, and you look at him with those wide eyes and your mouth open, lips soft and kissable in the glow of the heat lamps, and you breathlessly say; “Oh, Mr Koski!” in that awestruck little tone he cannot get enough of.

He thinks about you a lot, too, alone in his bed at night with one hand wrapped around his cock and his back arching. He thinks about the shape of your body beneath your clothes; the ample curve of your chest, the wide contour of your hips and how perfectly they would fit in his grip if you were beneath him. The fullness of your cheeks and lips, and how they would look wrapped around his length - the soft noises you’d make as he pushed it in just a little further than you could handle.

He thinks, perhaps, he should feel guilty about it. The thing in your eyes when you look at him is almost hero worship. But Sampo Koski did not get to where he is by way of self-reproach, and surely one wants to help out their heroes when they can?

So he does what he always does. He sets his plan in motion.

And if this plan does not end in shield, but in someone sweet wrapped around his finger, thighs wrapped around his hips, mouth wrapped around his cock? Well. It’s a plan nonetheless, and Sampo has never been a man who says no to the spoils of his own schemes.

He starts only small.

Bends his head closer to yours when the two of you talk, making sure that you’re made entirely aware of the breadth of his shoulders and his biceps, the peek of his bare chest beneath his complicated (but fashionable--) outfit. Allows the sharp emerald of his eyes to wander, just enough to be appreciative - just enough that he can sense how your cheeks heat, how you twist your fingers shyly into the fabric of your garments.

Lets his hand wander to a place that skirts the edge of being respectable; your waist, but almost your hip. The dip of your lower back, but so close to the tantalising curve of your rear. Your cheek, but so so close to the delicate pulse beating in your throat that he sees how it speeds up at his touch.

Pays you compliments, thrown out as casually as a breath but aimed to strike at the heart. How pretty you look today. How much he appreciates your time together. How you’re always the highlight of his time on the surface - how he simply couldn’t imagine not coming to see you. You respond, as he knew you would, with eager little soft-voiced entreaties about how you feel the same, how much you appreciate him, how you’re always so happy to see him. How you just love having the chance to help him. He knows that the time is ripe when he catches your chin in gloved fingers and smiles down at you and says, his voice carefully pitched like affable velvet;

“And what if I asked you for your help with something else, sweetheart?”

Your eyes go all big and wide. Even through the fabric of his gloves, he can feel the heat that has risen to your face. There was never any doubt about it, but he’s glad to have the confirmation even so - you’ve been nursing an innocent crush on him.

It won’t be so innocent when he’s done with you.

“Mr Koski,” you say to him, your voice squeaking with nerves. He can see, again, the quick beating of your pulse - the eager-to-please nature that makes you such a thrillingly delicious prospect to have in his bed. That hopeful look that you can be of use to him. He wants to ruin you. He loves the way you say his name. “Of course, I’d do anything you asked me to!”

He chuckles at you affectionately and leans in so close he can feel your breath against his lips. You tremble under his touch even now - he can’t wait to see how you’ll tremble under his clever fingers later on, when he has you somewhere more private. You look into his eyes with the breathless delight of someone having a fantasy come true. Naive little thing. Still. It wouldn’t hurt for him to play the gentleman just a tiny bit longer.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, chivalrous as he wants you to think he is. Your lips part, and he thinks about choking you on his cock even as you go giddy inside over the concept of your first kiss.

“Yes,” you breathe - and Sampo’s lips meet yours. They curve into a smile as you kiss back - unsure, prim, pure as the driven snow.

Sampo’s plan has been a great success.

He’s going to get what he wants.

He takes you somewhere that he knows will not ask questions. The Goethe Hotel is not an option, but a man like Sampo doesn’t get where he is by not having connections - connections who will not ask about the pretty, wide-eyed Overworld denizen who’s clinging to his hand so tightly, looking around like they’ve found themselves in a storybook. You don’t even have the sense to ask him where he’s taking you - you’re all caught up in the romance of his kiss, the sweetness of his compliments, and the fact that your daydreams are coming true.

“You wanna make me happy, don’t you?” He asks you, thumb skating over your cheek, and you nod at him with a sweetness that makes his teeth ache. “Come here, sweetheart. Pretty thing.”

You shiver under his touch like a shy flower blooming, petals soft and untouched by human hands. You whisper out his name when his fingers find the buttons of your outfit, your skin going hot and nervous - but he makes soft little noises of comfort, reassuring you even as you’re bared before his eyes. He can barely stop himself throwing you onto the bed and having his way with you.

“Look at you,” he says instead, as you stand before him all shivering and hopeful and naked. “You’re gorgeous.” You press your thighs together at the compliment, teeth biting into the plumpness of your bottom lip. His hands slide over you appreciatively, pulling you closer to where he sits on the bed. He maps out those same places that have haunted his wet dreams; all of those curves, the plumpness of your thighs and your stomach, the weight of your chest in his hands as he swipes his thumb over your nipples and you make a sweet little noise of surprised desire that makes his cock throb in his trousers.

“C’mon,” he says, with that crooked smile that makes fireworks go off in your stomach. “Would Sampo hurt you, sweet thing?” You shake your head, immediately - even now, you’re unwilling to think the worst of him. You’re perfect. “Get on your knees. I’m gonna teach you somethin’.”

It’s a scene right out of his nighttime fantasies when you hesitantly sink to your knees. Your desire to please warring with your desire to hide. But oh, do you look lovely down there.

“That’s right,” he practically purrs, stroking your cheek. He feels giddy with the power of it all as he looks down at you - and as he unzips himself, you stifle a gasp and he feels his cock twitch in his grip. He’s proud enough of what he’s packing, but he sees it through your eyes and wishes he could take a photograph of you right there and then. Hesitant and eager and shy all at once. “Open your mouth for me, hmm?”

Obediently, you do exactly as he asks. One of his hands fastens about the back of your head, keeping you in place - you start but do not fight it, looking up at him with your expression utterly open and guileless. You trust him, and the thought makes a ripple of pleasure go down his spine. Your tongue is pink and wet in the lamplight.

“Good,” Sampo praises, and your skin heats again. He guides himself into your mouth - you make a soft noise of surprise, but don’t pull away - your eyes stay locked on him, an unspoken question in your eyes. Am I doing this right? Is this good? Are you happy with me, Mr Koski? “Use your tongue for me, sweetheart. That’s right. You’re doing great.”

You look up at him from between his thighs and he lets out a muffled groan of pleasure as your tongue swipes unsurely over the head of his cock. You’re so cute down there. Even better than he imagined. There’s no satisfaction like a plan that’s going off without a hitch - and as you manage to swallow down even more of his cock, as a trickle of drool escapes from the corner of your mouth and your eyes go watery with the effort, he can’t help but cant his hips into you.

“Shh, shh,” he says, as your eyes widen in surprise and you almost try and pull back. His hand stays in place on the back of your head. That look on your face is going to keep him company through some very lonely nights. “I’m only doin’ that because you feel so good, sweetheart. Don’t stop, okay? You’re so good for me. Perfect.”

The last comes as you bob your head, tongue tracing the veins of his shaft - he relaxes his grip just enough for you to carry on the movement. Sampo lets a sigh fall from his lips as he enjoys the wet tightness of your mouth around him, the hesitant licks. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate someone who knows exactly what they’re doing in a blowjob - but something about you, and this? Something about knowing he’s the first man to have your mouth like this, to guide you through these motions? Nothing could compare.

He almost doesn’t want to pull out. He almost wants to keep going - to see your surprise when he comes in your mouth, to implore you to swallow and call you such a good little thing, to shower you in praise until you’re dizzy and drunk from it - but . . . ah. Who knows when he’ll have the luxury of this much time with you again? And you keep shifting on your knees, your chest heaving, surprised by your own arousal . . .

It would be a hard heart indeed that didn’t let you have the full experience, and Sampo Koski is a soft touch.

“D-did I do a bad job?” You babble, as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. It slaps softly and wetly against the plump fullness of your cheek and Sampo swallows back more thoughts of hitting your pretty face with it until you pout and beg him to put it back in, to choke you on it, to ‘please please please let me make you come Mr Koski--’

“Nah,” he says, affectionate and easy. “Not at all, sweetheart. I just . . . have other things I want to show you.” Your face is open and hopeful as he leans down again and takes your jaw in his hand. “Tell me something.”

“Anything,” you breathe to him, and he thinks that he could make you spill every secret in your pretty little head right there and then.

“Are you wet for me, angel?”

Your eyes widen, and he chuckles again. Your gaze flutters shyly around the room, away from Sampo’s own - but he doesn’t let go of your chin. He jerks it just so; not too hard, just enough to be playful. He doesn’t really need you to say it - not from the reaction you just had - but . . .

“C’mon,” he says again, smiling crookedly. “Tell me. I’m not gonna think less of you.”

You swallow. He raises one eyebrow.

“Do I need to check for myself?” He asks you, and shoots you a wink. “Stand up.” You follow the order helplessly, breathlessly, still just a little too shy to put word to the feelings that Sampo is pulling forth from you. His hand slides over the fullness of your thighs, and you reflexively push them together and win another laugh from him. “Don’t be shy,” he says. “Spread your legs. C’mon. I’ll be upset if you aren’t, y’know!”

You let out a slow breath as you follow his order and his palm curves around your thigh, as his fingers slide up and tease the seam of your sex - and Sampo follows suit, a satisfied exhale as he finds you hot and slick. He lets his fingers slip between the plump lips of your sex and wins a soft little ‘oh!’ of surprise, a flutter of your lashes. His cock twitches again.

He fondles you for a few moments; lets his middle finger slide to your entrance, tease it and draw circles around it. You bite your lip again, but you spread your thighs further apart to allow him better access, breath hitching as he slides just the tip of one finger inside of you. His smile doesn’t falter as he looks at you.

“Sweetheart,” he says to you, voice like smooth silk. He sinks his finger in further, to his knuckle - you’re tight but wet, and you take it easily. “You’re soaking.”

“I--I--” You falter, almost ashamed, and Sampo lets his eyes go half-lidded. There’s a whine to your voice that Sampo knows well. “Mr Koski--”

“Sampo,” he corrects you. His smile is rakish. “Mr Koski’s cute and all, but . . . not when I’ve got my fingers buried inside of you, yeah?”

“Sampo,” you breathe out, and he gently moves his finger; pumps it in and out of you a few times and enjoys the sight of your thighs flexing, of your body shivering. Your nipples are hard in the cool air, the tremble of your body a siren’s call to throw you onto the thin little mattress. He lets his thumb ghost across the swollen nub of your clit and you let out a strangled noise of pleasure, a whimper that’s so close to a moan he can taste it.

“That’s right,” he says. “Let’s get you on the bed.”

You’re pliable to all of his pushing, all of his touching - obedient to a fault, as he kisses your cheeks and props your hips with pillows and lets his hands stroke all over your body, learning the most sensitive places. The soft noise of surprise when he digs his thumbs into the indent of your waist, the inhale when he grasps your hips, the flutter of your lashes when his lips brush across your stomach . . . he commits them to memory. Part of the fun of taking someone as sweet as you is teaching them all the pleasures they didn’t know their body was capable, and Sampo is a thorough man.

You tremble for him so sweetly, when he finally has you caged beneath him.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, again, and delights in the way you shiver, the shy way you pull away from his gaze. “Don’t hide.” The rub of the head of his cock through your slit, wetting himself in your slick, makes you squirm hot beneath him and gasp in surprise. He repeats the motion, swirling the tip of him against your clit, until you whine and your thighs twitch and he wonders if he could make you come just like this.

Right now, though . . . he doesn’t have the patience.

Your hands curl into the broad muscle of his shoulders as he splits you open on his cock. You cry out, but it’s a noise that’s a culmination of pleasure and surprise as well as just a little sting, and Sampo commits it to memory the same way he tries to commit the velvet cling of your walls and the tight heat and the feeling of you, letting him take you in every way possible.

“Sweetheart,” he says to you, his own words getting lost as months of fantasies and pining and imagining you come rushing to the forefront of his mind. “You feel incredible--”

He might say more. It’s hard to keep track of anything when he gets lost so quickly in the pounding of his cock against your walls and the way you gasp and cling to him as he fucks into you more desperately than he realised he was going to. You’re vice-tight about him, utterly willing to give yourself up and let him show you what to do. He has the sense to slip one hand between you both to play with your clit as he fucks you - Sampo Koski is a gentleman, thank you very much, he might be taking advantage of your naivety but obviously he’s going to make you come, dammit - and you respond to him with helpless, brainless whines and little thrusts of your hips.

You’ve never felt like this before. You’ve touched yourself a few times - thought of Mr Koski a few times, if you’re honest with yourself - but this is new. The feeling of something thick stretching you out, of a handsome man above you sighing and whispering out your name . . . The delicious feeling, too, of doing something you’re not supposed to be doing.

Your orgasm hits first, your body unused to the touches of someone who knows what they’re doing. Sampo is ruthless as you gasp out his name--

(“Mr Ko-- S-Sampo--!” - somehow, the way you trip over the title and replace it is even better than just hearing his name issue forth from your pretty mouth).

His fingers don’t stop working over your clit even as you come, your channel pulsing around him wildly, your spine arching and a cry that’s pure pleasure working itself loose from your throat. All that your peak does is drive Sampo on, teeth grit, hips hungrily fucking into you until he feels himself twitch and his balls draw in tight and hot.

He should pull out. The thought tickles the edges of his consciousness; that he should let his release splatter all over your thighs instead of filling you up with it, letting himself keep fucking it shallowly into your tight little cunt with the weak aftershocks pushing him to carry on thrusting--

But . . . oh. The thought of you beneath him, fucked out and leaking his come. Your virgin sex full to the brim with him, claimed and taken and filled . . .

Sampo groans out your name and shoots rope after rope of his own release inside of you, losing track of anything but the feel of your body and the feeling of conquering something uncharted.

You lie there beneath him, big pretty eyes blinking up at him, cheeks wet with tears of pleasure and surprise and over-stimulation. Your chest heaves against his, your heart rabbiting. Both of your skins sweat-slick where they press against one another.

You look up at him like a hero who’s hung the moon and shown them a brand new world, and Sampo looks down at you like you’re just the cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen, committing the sight of you - fucked for the first time, ruined for the first time, claimed for the first time, and all by him - to memory.

“You did great,” he says to you, and kisses you softly on the forehead. “Thanks for the help, sweetheart.”

He knew what he wanted, and he got it. But looking at you beneath him, remembering all the things he’s fantasised about, taking in how your hero worship doesn’t seem to have ebbed even the slightest bit . . .

Business deals don’t have to be a one-time thing.

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yeedinofan · 6 days

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~HAPPY BIRTHDAY RINNE AMAGI~

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yeedinofan · 11 days

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femstars shitposting

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yeedinofan · 13 days

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Jun Sazanami in your detective outfit please throw me across your desk and fuck me SILLY

waiting to respond to this ask turned out to be hilarious because of how babygirl he looks in the unbloomed

face of a man that will fuck you silly right after he has fun with the mascot headband

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yeedinofan · 20 days

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Back with the yuzuru thoughts

Imagine him being the butler of a bimbo girl like and he punishes you for wearing mini skirts and shit

You always giving him attitude but he tries to stay sane and push back the thought of bending you over and smacking your ass because hes your butler but you keep testing him

you’re probably only dressing that way specifically to rile him up, and he knows it. and really, you do look good in crop tops and mini skirts that barely cover your ass, but the thought of anyone else seeing you like this makes him go mad.

and if he insists on removing those clothes, why not let him take them off himself?

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yeedinofan · 20 days

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Enstars x Reader NSFW Month Day 6

sorry I never finished the keito one. it was close to done but I was so unsatisfied with it I wanted to scrap the entire thing. maybe I’ll get back to it another day, but for now. souma.

Souma Kanzaki x Afab!Reader

tags/warnings: dom reader, vaginal sex, handjobs, corruption(?), breeding, marathon sex, praise, pet names (darling)

ao3

“It feels good, doesn’t it darling?”

Souma let out a quiet moan as your thumb brushed against the tip of his cock, gathering the precum that leaked from it onto the pad of your thumb before spreading it along the rest of his veiny length. He gripped his hands into fists while your own hands moved along his cock, stroking it with feather light touches that sent waves of pleasure through his body.

“Speak up, baby, use your words.”

“I-It feels pleasurable. When you—ngh, touch me.”

You smiled, finding it cute how flustered he was just from some simple foreplay. Though if you had to guess, being able to draw such reactions with ease was likely because of the promise you made him take.

“You didn’t touch yourself while I was gone, did you?”

“Of course not!” He gasped out. “I abstained the moment you told me to!”

“Hmm, you didn’t masturbate a single time? You swear?”

You knew he wasn’t the type to break promises, but it was fun to tease him and see his blush deepen.

“I swear! Only you can pleasure me!”

“Then this is a well-deserved reward,” you cooed, “you’re so obedient for me, aren’t you?”

All the praise went straight to his cock, twitching in your hands. Your other hand found his balls, fondling them while you continued to stroke his length. They felt heavy, and you grew excited at the idea of letting Souma empty all the pent up desire it contained, feeling your own arousal grow between your legs.

“Tell me when you’re close.” You whispered, sliding your hand up and down his length faster. Souma whined, bucking his hips up. He never lasted that long, not when you knew exactly what to do.

You constantly wondered how such a handsome idol had chosen you, but the major benefit of being his first was his devotion. His sexual inexperience made him so eager to please and explore, more than happy to let you take the lead while figuring out what he liked and disliked. You loved him, and that made it all the more fun to turn him into a sex-minded machine in your company.

“/Name/, I-I feel close. I think I’m going to—“

Instantly, you released your grip on his cock, leaving it throbbing and begging for that last bit of stimulation you oh so heartbreakingly denied. Souma looked at you like a hurt puppy, sad eyes staring at you with a matching pout.

“Now, now, just be a little more patient, darling.” You reassured him, “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

You climbed onto his lap, positioning your entrance above his leaking cock. He seemed excited, but also furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

“D-Do you not need me to prepare you?”

“Don’t worry,” you soothed him, “I’m already so wet, see?”

You rubbed your folds against the head of his cock, making him shudder at the sensation. His pre-cum smeared itself along your slit, joining the wetness that was coming from inside you.

“All this, just for you.”

For how patient Souma was, you were feeling quite the opposite. You just couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, and sank down as far as you could go in one move, before he could protest. His eyes widened, sucking in an audible breath as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Does that feel good?” You pecked him on the cheek, his lip trembling.

“I-Is this okay? You didn’t put on protection.”

You sighed, running a hand through his gorgeous purple hair. “It’s so cute how you worry, but you didn’t answer me.”

“Y-Yes, it does feel good.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

You began to move, lifting yourself up until the head of his cock was just barely catching your folds, then sinking back down. He seemed to be holding his breath each time you lifted your hips up, so you paused for a moment, making him look at you.

“Darling, remember to breathe.”

Souma exhaled loudly through his nose and nodded. You continued bouncing on his lap, making sure he had gotten used to the rhythm before really getting into it. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you sighed happily as you pulled his body closer to yours, like you two were made to fit together. His hands found his way onto your hips, and they squeezed your skin more to stabilize himself than anything. Your refusal to let him cum earlier was immediately coming back with the results you wanted, a groan escaping him only a few minutes after your walls enveloped his cock.

“/Name/, I’m c-close! I-I need to pull out—”

You shook your head.

“You told me before, right? Only I’m allowed to pleasure you, and I can’t leave my poor darling all pent up.”

“Ngh, but /name/, I-I’m—“

“Just let it all out, I know you want to.”

You felt his hands tighten their grip as he finally began to thrust upwards to meet your own movements, allowing his cock to press deeper into you. Souma moaned your name loudly as he pushed himself deep inside you, eyes shut tight as you felt his release a second later.

“That’s it.” You purred, pulling him so close he was practically breathing in your skin. You could feel the warmth spreading throughout your body, the thought of his seed taking and sprouting life inside you making you roll your hips, as if it would encourage them to hurry up and find one of your eggs. You could hear his breathing slow down as he came down from his high, combing your fingers through his hair and gently massaging his scalp.

“You must feel so relieved, finally getting to do that after so many weeks…”

“/Name/,” Souma panted, forehead pressed against your shoulder, “c-can we…go again?”

“I was planning on it.” You smiled, kissing him as he began to rut against your heat. “You can cum all you’d like as long as it’s inside me.”

Shallow thrusting eventually got him back to full hardness, and suddenly your back was on the bed, Souma’s shadow cast on top of you. You didn’t mind, far from it. You coaxed him on with sweet words, telling him how gorgeous he looked with sweat rolling down his toned chest, and when he said he was close again you encouraged him further.

“You want to cum inside me?” You whispered, stroking his hair, “Want to get me pregnant?”

A growl formed in his throat, scratching its way out as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. He couldn’t say it aloud, but his ceaseless thrusting said all there was to say, and you praised him when he came inside you yet again. He wanted to return your words with his own, but when his mind was already clouded in a haze of primal urges to just pound into your wet heat, it was hard for him to vocalize anything that wasn’t just grunts and moans.

You found your own climax as Souma chased another, and it was absolute bliss feeling yourself clench tightly around him, milking the cock that had already stuffed you full of cum. Souma had become addicted to the feeling, and after the hesitation of the first time he began to push his cum deeper inside with more thrusts without asking for permission, not that you would have denied it. His stamina meant that you could go as many rounds as you wanted until his balls were completely drained, all its contents swimming inside you. Whether any of it would take was a different story, but if it did, well…

You were sure he’d be a great father.

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yeedinofan · 27 days

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Fuck me, old man

Pairing: Welt Yang x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut, mentions of injuries on reader, nicknames used (little one, my star), spanking, unprotected sex (wear a condom kids), swearing, pussy slapping, fingering, welt calls you his slut, oral (receiving), this is all just filthy filthy filthy. Do I need to tag gloves being used?

Word Count: 3,224

Dawn's notes: Shhhhhh, just have sex with the old man. It's good for the soul.

You were not looking forward to the lecture you were going to get the second you stepped back onto The Express. Your mission had gone well of course, you were a Nameless and an expert traveler for The Express as the others were, but Welt Yang was harsher on you than the others.

You were hoping it was for a sexual reason and not that he was an old man and “youths these days”. Loading your wounded body onto the train you easily avoided Himeko and the others, Welt nowhere to be seen, yet. Opening the door to your room and throwing your body onto your bed you stared at the ceiling; a few decorations that you had put up there that March had given you and little doodles that Welt had done in his past time.

You had admired his work as an animator on his planet, his skills showed in every drawing he made, silly little things he made for all of the Nameless on the train, but it seemed he put more effort into the drawings he gave you. You had asked him about his planet and begged him to draw and show you what it was like. Both of you wanted him to go back to his home, to see his family and friends again, hoping that at some point it will be on the list of planets that needed help from The Express.

Glancing to the side you looked at the bedside table, all of your things already placed there along with a drawing that you treasured the most; Welt called them sunflowers. He drew a field of them with a setting sun in the back. It seemed like he had been there before and wanted to visit it again, the solemness on his face causing you to regret asking about his home planet.

A knock on your door sent a race through your heart, you had no idea who it could be. “Yes?” You were hoping it was Pom Pom bringing you something to eat and drink.

“Are you alright?” Damn it, Welt was at your door and you hadn’t had a chance to shower, eat, or even hide your wounds.

“O-Oh Welt! Yeah I-I’m fine.” You forced a chuckle out of your throat sitting up hoping he would not come in.

“Pom-Pom said you didn’t look great and didn’t stop to report anything or say anything to anyone. That isn’t like you.” He saw right through you, he always did. “Can I come in?” There was no way to stop him and you knew that, he was such a good person and if he thought something was wrong with you he would want to care and see you.

“Yeah, doors unlocked.” Your heart raced as you watched your door open, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap and it was dangerously beautiful. His hair was a bit messy, the gray streak sticking straight up almost. “Did you just wake up?” You tried to tease him to take his attention off your bruised body.

“What happened?” His ungloved fingertips brushed against your bruised cheek.

“Welt I am fine I promise.” You tried to convince him that you really were okay, your body was sore and you just needed to rest. “You can go back to the parlor car, I'll be fine.”

The look under his glasses made your heart sink; you never wanted to worry him. “Little one, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” You hated the way the words made your stomach clench; he said it because you were younger than him, smaller than him. He was a protector and you were something he protected. “Go wash up, I’ll get the medical kit.”

Heaving a sigh you looked down at your legs avoiding his piercing golden eyes. “Fine.” Voice soft you sat and listened as he left your room giving you your privacy. You gave it a few minutes before you dragged your body through the cars to the bath, taking your time to wash yourself and soak in the warm water. Once you were out you felt much better and your body looked better as well as you stared at your body in your silk pajamas.

As you made your way back to your room you saw that your door was already open, you knew it was Welt and he was waiting. Knowing it was inevitable you walked into the room and looked as he sat on your bed staring at the pictures you had that he gifted you. “I never threw any out.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he met your gaze again. “I can see that. I am glad you enjoy them.” He looked over your body looking for any outward wound. “The bath helped, I see, but you are still wounded. Sit down and let me tend to them.”

Heat rushed your body as you unwillingly went to the bed sitting next to him. His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, the ointment he wiped the wounds with stung, sucking in a sharp breath you fought back the urge to curse but the feeling soon faded as his soft lips met the tender skin. “Sorry, I should have warned you that it was going to sting.”

Your heart rushed as you watched his lips move away from your skin, it was an unexpected reaction from him, he had never done it in the past when he tended to your wounds. “I-It’s fine.” Your voice was soft and it came out in a stutter but you didn’t want to show that it had affected you too much, in fear that he wouldn’t touch you like this again.

“Was the mission too hard for you to do alone?” There was worry etched into his face and you could see the pain in his eyes. “I should have convinced Himeko to let me go with you, I should have known.” Reaching up to his face you cupped his warm cheeks in your hands pulling him close. “Welt, I could handle it by myself and you know that. I just got a little banged up but I came back alive and relatively safe.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly his lips were against yours. Warmth filled your body as his hand rested on the back of your neck, the leather of his gloved hand digging into the tender skin to pull you deeper into the kiss. Your body was melting into his touch, everything about Welt Yang encompassed you.

His earthy scent rushed through your nostrils, your body falling back into the soft sheets, his arm caging you in. “Welt.” You murmured against his lips.

He pulled away and stared at you over his glasses, you could see the emotions swimming behind those brown orbs. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He started to move off of you but you didn’t want him to leave your side. Your hands rushed to his wavy hair and your fingers tangled in the strands as you pulled him back down crashing your lips to his.

As he let out a surprised gasp your tongue made its way into his mouth letting it explore as you kept him close to your body. Pulling away you let go of his hair giving him the option to pull away. “Never apologize for kissing me Welt, I have been waiting for you to do it for years.”

His deep chuckle made your walls clench around nothing. “For years, are you serious?” Giving him the best deadpan look you watched him as he squirmed a little. “You are being serious.” He said the words as if he couldn’t believe it, had he ever looked in a mirror?

Lifting your legs you wrapped them around his waist and used all your momentum to flip the two of you so you straddled him, pinning his hands above his head. “Trust me, I have wanted much more than just a kiss from you.” Letting out a little half truth you let out a little gasp as he adjusted his hips pressing his hardening cock to your core.

“Trust me little one, I have thought about a lot of other things to do with you.” With his admission you let a smirk tug at your lips. The fact that he wanted you as much as you wanted him sent a fire through you. Remotely locking the door to your room your hands made quick work to strip the thin shirt and shorts you had on. “You are still injured, are you sure about this?”

You glared down at him, it was sweet he was trying to make sure that your body was safe from what could happen to you while having sex but you didn’t care. “If you do not fuck me right now, you will never get the chance to do it again.”

Something flashed in his eyes at the threat, it was like he was a predator hunting you as his prey; it had served as a long enough distraction. His gloved hand came down on your ass roughly, sending shivers up your body. Without having much time to react another smack came to your already reddining cheek. “Don’t make such threats to me, little one.”

“No surprise that the old man is into spanking.” You teased drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you knew it would cause more punishment but when it came from him it only served to arouse you even more. He had to feel the wet patch growing in your panties right above the cock you had wanted for so long.

The smirk that pulled his lips up made you know you were in for a whole new world of pleasure. “You have no idea what I am into my star.” With that your back hit your bed and your bra was easily discarded to the side; when the hell did he take your bra off?!

His hands made work of his shirt and while his eyes were distracted you slipped your panties to the side and used shaking fingers to spread your lips giving him a full view of your dripping greedy hole. “Come and fuck me, old man.”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. His pants and boxers thrown haphazardly to join your clothing, his gloved middle finger brushed against your clit as he ripped your panties off. Ripped. The raw strength he showed made you shiver. “The glove stays on? How kinky of you.” You teased him as if it didn’t turn you on.

He hummed in agreement as his thumb replaced his middle finger, rubbing quick and tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, it was not enough you had to feel more of him.

As if Welt could read your mind he slowly inserted a finger into your pussy, just the one made your eyes roll back as you moaned to the stars outside of your window, your eyes quickly shut in pleasure as you felt the stretch as another finger fell into place next to his other one. How could he make you feel this way with just two fingers?

His thumb moved away from your clit causing a whine to escape your lips but it was soon replaced with another moan as his tongue replaced it working in tandem with his fingers thrusting inside you without a care in the world.

Suddenly your eyes were filled with stars as your orgasam crashed over you faster than any other orgasam had hit you. The way he pulled it out of you made you dizzy. How could he have done that? How could he have made it happen so fast? What the fuck was he?

Trying to gain control of your body as you stared at him as he climbed over you, the look in his eyes told you that you weren’t going on an expedition anytime soon. “Don’t regret the decisions you've made to get to this spot.” His words came out as a growl, commanding your legs to spread for him; the brat inside you dying quickly at the sight of his long cock came into view. The first word that came to mind was long, oh Aeons it was long. But it was thick as well, not too girthy that you were scared it would not fit but it was going to stretch you out and you knew you would feel it for days.

With a baited breath you watched as he took the base of his cock and lined the tip with your begging hole. His eyes met yours as if silently asking for one last time for permission. Giving him a nod you gripped onto his forearm bracing yourself.

His hips slowly inched towards yours as he started to sink himself inside you. The stretch was nice and slow, giving you plenty of time to adjust to him. The feeling of him inside you was pleasurable enough but the fact that he was only halfway in and you felt like he was in your throat already made your head spin. “A-aeons Welt, how do you walk around with that thing?”

Trying to make light of the pressure growing in your core you wanted a distraction so you wouldn’t come all over his wonderful dick before he even started to move!

He laughed, Welt actually laughed as his hand came and cupped your face. “If you need a minute to adjust just say so. We take this at your pace.” God he was so sweet, but that was not the issue here.

“You’re only halfway inside and it feels like you're in my throat.” You protested as your back arched off your bed, your body screaming for more while your mind begged to have him pull out just a little.

The look in his eyes showed that you just signed your soul away to him. Instantly he pulled out fully from you and just as you took a breath he thrusted back inside you burying himself completely inside your waiting pussy. You tried to scream but you couldn’t get any noise out as you stared into those eyes that soaked in your pleasure. “What’s wrong, my star? Too much?”

Taking in a deep breath you didn’t know you were hiding you went to snap back at him but he set a brutal pace of hard and slow thrusts as he held your hips down. It was too much but not enough at the same time. “F-Fuck Welt!”

“That’s right, scream my name.” A smirk pulled at his lips making your walls shudder around his length, the dominating force that he exuded made your brain turn to mush. He is so kind and gentle but this was not the Welt you knew, and you loved it. Reaching down you tried to rub at your clit but your hand was smacked away. “No touching, only I can touch this pretty pussy.”

With those simple words you lost all inhibitions to rebel or snap at him, all you could focus on was him and the cock that brought you so much pleasure. Wanton moans filled the room along with the lewd sounds of your passionate love making, despite him being rough with you you could feel the passion and caring he put into every roll of his hips.

Tears pricked your eyes as the tip of his cock brushed against the most sensitive spot inside you, all you needed was him to touch your clit and you would come undone around him. You wanted the release for your own pleasure but you also wanted it for him, for him to learn how to play your body and make you his in full.

“Squeezing me so tight.” His chuckle made your walls clench even tighter around him but he pulled out of you fully leaving you so empty.

“B-but I was so close!” Your whine was so hoarse as you reached down for him, he said you couldn't touch yourself he never said you couldn’t touch him. The tips of your fingers brushed against the flushed head of his wet cock, your essence made it so shiny and slippery, you had to get it back inside you right now.

“What are you doing, my star?” He only watched as you managed to wrap your hand around his length and guided it back to your entrance. You knew he wouldn’t give it to you willingly, you had to coax him into giving you what you wanted.

Heat rushed through your body as you nudged the tip against your clit, the little bundle of nerves tingling just feeling some type of friction. “I want to cum on your cock. Please let me.”

It was like something snapped at just the notion that you wanted him to give you your release, your hands were moved away from his body as your world twisted. Looking at the full length mirror as welt kneeled behind you, his strong hands gripped your hips tugging them into the air presenting your ass to him.

Your whole body shook as one of his hands came down smacking your sensitive pussy, you expected pain but the moan that rushed through your throat gave into the pleasure at the feeling. All you could do was watch through the mirror with hooded eyes as he readjusted behind you, the intense feeling of his cock ramming into you fully made your eyes roll back.

Gripping onto the bedding tightly you moaned as he used your body for his pleasure, his glasses at the tip of his nose while his eyes never left the area where the two of you were connected. “My slutty girl, so wet at the thought of being able to orgasam.”

He wasn’t wrong, you wanted it so bad, you wanted Welt to take you there. “Please please please!” You weakly begged as you tried to match his pace, moving your hips back to meet his hips, pulling him in deeper.

“Say my name and I’ll let you cum.” The growl alone was enough to have the coil in your core tighten unbearably painful.

“Welt, please let me cum!” You moaned, each syllable being jumbled matching the rough thrusts he gave you, the angle made all the blood rush to your head as his hand gripped your hip and the gloved one reached down past his cock rubbing circles against your clit.

White blinded you as the coil snapped and your orgasam brought you to your mental knees, with your ears ringing you vaguely heard Welt grunt and groan behind you as his thrusts got sloppy and warmth filled you as he let himself reach his orgasam.

As soon as he pulled out of your abused pussy your body crumpled, bare, sweaty and with his cum starting to leak out his fingers reached down scooping up what was trying to escape and thrusted his fingers back into you keeping everything inside.

“We aren’t finished yet my star.” His seductive voice was gruff in your ear; you couldn’t help but let out a moan with the feeling of his messy gloved fingers deep inside you. “How long will it take for your body to give up on me?”

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yeedinofan · 27 days

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Omg another Welt enjoyer >_< ! could you pls do breeding kink Welt please please if you’re ok with it 🙏🙏 love your writing have a great day!

Babe I'm like so down bad for daddy welt like please just pump a child in me already 🫣

Breeding Kink w/ Welt Yang

NSFW, Fem!Reader, BREEDING GRRR ARF ARF

Sweet daddy Yang is so much more mature than any other man you could ever get intimate with. Nobody can stuff you full of cum the way he does. All those unsophisticated men would just try to mindlessly thrust into you, but not him. He moves with purpose and passion. To see you inflated with his seed till it reaches the deepest parts of you and plants his essence into you.

He's so careful with you, first spreading your cunt open with his long fingers. He's got all your reactions memorized, knowing your high pitched whines mean that he's deliciously caressing your g-spot, bringing you to orgasm with his rhythmic movements. Just him being sweet and preparing you to take all his cock and cum.

And when he finally pushes the tip of his desperate cock past your sensitive folds, he's not letting go. Arms snug around your waist with you settled on his lap, his mouth will bite and vibrate moans around your nipples, glossing the skin with his saliva.

He doesn't move, no, he moves you on top of him. Fingers sinking into your asscheeks and spreading them, pulling you down on his shaft. Back and forth, he'll grind you on his twitching dick, feeling the delectable burn of the friction inside your hot cunt. He claims every bit of your spasming walls with his pre.

The way he brings you to an overstimulating orgasm just by the way he guides you and rubs the tip of his cock to your favorite spot makes you moan a silent scream. The way you squeeze around his girthy length, how was he not supposed to burst and squirt all his delicious cum deep inside you, till your tiny cunt couldn't hold no more and it seeped past where his dick plugged you up? He'll still fuck you through climax, both of you so sensitive and ready to cum again, colouring each other white with arousal.

The night is still young and so is he (...in spirit, at least) so why not spend the next few hours bending you in various positions to pump you full?

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yeedinofan · 27 days

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⌗︙・welt yang getting sucked off ♡⸝⸝

You can feel the tears forming as you gag around Welt's length, the tip well within the confines of your throat and triggering your gag reflex. But you ignore the instinct of pulling off, forcing yourself to relax and remembering to breathe through your nose. No matter how many times you'd done this, you could never quite get used to it. Above you Welt shakily moans, fingers tightly clenching the bedsheets beneath him as he tried his best to ignore his orgasm coming.

An effort that was clearly doomed to fail as you begin to bob your head, hands coming up to rest on his knees. His body jolts when you suck on the sensitive head, tongue dipping into the slit and lapping up any beads of pre-cum bubbling forth.

"Oh fuck.." He breathed out, feeling your tongue drag along from the underside to the prominent veins that pulsate in tune with his heartbeat. Welt tried to savor the feeling of your mouth around his cock, how warm and wet it was, how your throat tightly massaged him in all the right ways. He was trying his best, he really was, but you always made it so difficult. Everything you did to him made his head spin.

Heavens, he was rather abashed to admit just how addicted he was to you.

You quiver pathetically, not just because you can feel the rug burn beginning to sear your knees, but because you're just so unbearably horny. The sight of Welt moaning and shuddering above you sends hot pulses of arousal straight into your belly. Fuck, you seriously wanna pounce on him and ride him until you've milked his damn balls dry and his cum is gushing out from your hole. Just the thought of that is getting you even hornier, moaning around him and squeezing his knees.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see just how tightly Welt is clenching onto the bed sheets, his muscles tensed up so much that it looks uncomfortable. His wrists must hurt from being bent at that angle so tensely and for such an extended time. It'd be better if he were to just have his hands on your head—hehe, maybe he'd start facefucking you out of desperation, that'd be seriously hot.

When your fingers creep over his knuckles, he flinches and glances down, having been too lost in his own pleasure to pay attention to his surroundings. You give his hand a light squeeze and tug his hand towards, silently hoping that he'd get the message and thankfully he does. He hesitates, brows furrowed, but he soon enough tangles his slender fingers in your hair. His dick pulsates a lot more—ooh, guess you were right, he must really like having his hands on your head—and his hips begin ever so lightly bucking up into the warmth of your mouth.

"Shit.. s'so warm, so tight, fuck, fuck, fuck..!" His fingers dig into your scalp, holding onto your head like his life depends on it when you hollow out your cheeks and bob your head faster. He seems to be close, body hunched over as his breathing grows more laborious and rapid.

"(Name), (name), (name)—o-oh..!"

Welt cums with but a single moan, his hands holding your head in place with your nose buried against his skin. He jolts like he's just been electrocuted, gasping for air as he rides out his climax. Fuck.. there's so much..♡ You're doing your best to swallow all of it and not choke on the gooey liquid as it gushes down your throat. Slowly, you bob your head, milking Welt of his release until he's sufficiently calmed down.

When you try to pull off, your throat clenches up tight, coaxing out a few more droplets before ultimately relaxing, letting Welt tug his softened cock out. A soft moan escapes him, as a chorus of pants begins to fill the air. Perhaps as a post-orgasm reflex, his firm grip transitions into soft strokes against your scalp—a soft affection that you've grown rather fond of.

While he's focused on calming himself down, you wipe and lick up the residue cum that oozed out. The salty tang and faint musky smell are ones that you always look forward to the most, and you can't help the satisfied hum that vibrates throughout your throat.

Welt notices and makes a weak attempt at swiping away at the corner of your lips, smudging sticky white against your skin. "Wait, you don't.." he gasps, then gulps down a breath of air, "Did you swallow..? I could have fetched you a tissue.."

"Yep, swallowed aaalll of it♡" No tissue was needed when you were so happy to swallow up his cum. Hehe, it's pretty fun teasing an old man like him, he's so awkward when it comes to sex but he's a total cutie. His cheeks turn so red that he ends up covering his mouth with a closed fist, looking anywhere but at you. "Tasted pretty nice, might want s'more."

"Don't.. don't say it like that.." Obviously, he must like it when you say stuff like that because his dick gives a few interested little twitches. Geez, he must really be pent-up if he's already rearing to go again after he just came. He could've just told you that he was feeling needy. It's not like you'd play some immature hard-to-get game with Welt if he'd asked for sex—you'd happily spread your legs and bend over so he could shove his fat dick into you.

"You like it though♡" You flash him a flirty grin.

Hehe, not like you mind, that means his balls are still heavy with plenty of cum and he's got lots more to pump into you. But as much as you'd like to suck him off until your belly is all full, your needy little hole could use some attention right now. And Welt's dick is just the right size to satisfy you.

"Why don't we keep going hm? I'm pretty sure you need it way more than I do." Welt blinks in surprise and opens his mouth to say something but you quickly cut him off. "Nope, you can save it for after you've fucked me, got it? We've got a long night ahead of us anyways♡"

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yeedinofan · 27 days

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#— DADDY DEAREST. ♡︎

pairings: gallagher x gn!afab!reader x welt yang

words: about 1.1k

synopsis: mr. yang and gallagher decide to team up.

warnings: MDNI!!! afab (gender neutral) reader, light choking, daddyfication/daddy kink (gallagher), sirification/sir kink (welt yang), double penetration, biting, hair pulling, praise, not proofread lolol, p in v.

notes: i wrote this because welt decided to come home real early tee hee. and also because i ♡︎ gallagher :3

♡︎ imagine being passed back n forth by welt and gallagher…

gallagher is absolutely brutalizing you, slamming your hips up and down on his own hips as welt watches with a slightly less stoic face than usual, perhaps a bit more of a smile.

welt watches with interest, palming the erection in his pants quietly as gallagher continues slam-fucking into you.

you whine and cry out for “daddy,” and gallagher only encourages it. he coos, telling you “daddy’ll take care of ya,” and, “nobody fucks you like daddy does.”

gallagher continues to bully into your cunt, spilling his seed inside you carelessly, watching you writhe and whimper under his calloused grip. at this point, welt had already started to stroke himself, dutifully noting what makes you scream and what you dont feel quite as much.

welt joined you after gallagher pulled out, the two began to work in sync. gallagher accompanied your side, massaging your body and kissing your neck sloppily, leaving bite marks on your flesh. welt, however, positioned you onto your back, watching the cum spill out of your swollen pussy. his lips curled just a bit more.

welt slipped in with relative ease, especially for his size, letting out a low, gravelly moan. it rumbled in his throat, his eyes fixed onto your face, which would scrunch up and loosen with every movement in and out of you.

he was gentle and slow, but deceptive. with every experienced thrust, it only became harder. he continued to move at the same agonizing pace. gallagher played with your nipples, nearly shoving his tongue down your throat. you could taste candy on his lips and tongue.

before you knew it, you were whimpering and squirming again. gallagher’s hands were grasping your throat, depriving you of air, as welt made you cum, watching you ride the mellow wave of the orgasm.

welt was a man of few words until prompted, choosing to remain awfully silent at times, “it’ll feel much better soon,” he promised.

welt’s hands moved to your thighs, gripping the underside as he bent your knees to your chest, folding you like a lawn-chair. gallagher kept your legs tucked with one thick arm as welt picked up the pace dramatically.

“fuck— fuck, yes, sir!” welt chuckled lightly at his new name.

“that feels nice?” he rasped, his yellow eyes gleaming with desire.

“yes, sir!” you gripped at gallagher’s arm, his messy brown hair clinging to his face as he grumbled against your skin, lazily pumping his shaft to the sound of your mewls.

you started to pant as you felt another intense orgasm building within you. the sensation of gallagher’s breath and his bulky arm holding you down with force, as well as welt’s hands on your body, and his thick cock fucking into you like a toy sent you over the edge.

you heaved into gallagher’s body, “sir” being the only thing that your mind could strum your vocal cords with. you reached out for welt, your hand delicately rubbing against his abdomen. welt had increased the amount of brute force he used to fuck you, chasing his own high.

“you know, i’d like to come too,” he remarked, “you can’t always be so selfish.”

you whined in response, grabbing gallagher’s hair and holding onto it harshly, “gonna make me cum again if you keep doin’ that…”

you kneaded and wove your fingers into his hair, tangling your hands through the thick mess. you could feel him nipping at your neck and pumping his shaft quickly, attempting to keep himself from going over the edge.

welt approached his own orgasm quickly, watching your eyes screw shut with every deep movement of his hips, “i feel really good too.”

welt’s hips seemed to control his mind, reason hanging on by a mere thread. he could feel the coil in his stomach tighten before it eventually loosened. he let out a loud, guttural groan as his cum shot into you, your sensitive body shaking with every breath you took.

“you think i can fit in there too, mr. yang?” gallagher chuckled, mischief sparkling as he turned his gaze to look welt in the eyes.

“maybe, we could see.” he retorted back, with just as much humor.

welt gently maneuvered you to allow gallagher to support you, laying under you. gallagher positioned himself to your other hole, poking the entrance with his tip.

“waitwaitwai—” they did not wait.

gallagher pushed deep inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him, causing him to groan in pleasure. both men started to move inside you in unison, the pleasure immensely doubled. you could feel that you were wetter with both of them fucking you at the same time, making your pussy leak a mixture of both of their seed and your own slick.

welt’s hands moved back to your thighs, grabbing them gently as he maneuvered himself into your pussy, cockhead rubbing against your g-spot as gallagher shoved his fingers into your mouth.

gallagher made you suck on his fingers, the other arm snaking back to where he clamped you down by the waist. his fingers left your mouth as soon as he deemed adequate, rubbing slow circles on your clit as both “sir” and “daddy” began to fuck into you faster.

“fuck, fuck— hhhnnn…” you pawed at welt’s torso again, as gallagher’s fingers began tracing your clit faster, his two digits rough and big enough to cover your entire bundle of nerves.

“you’re so good for us, babydoll,” he purred, welt smiling down at you in agreement.

welt followed up with gallagher’s praises, “that’s right.”

you could hear both men huffing in your ears, their thrusts becoming harsh and mean again. you could hear the slapping of skin against skin, at least when you weren’t screaming out “daddy!” or “sir!”

“you feel so fuckin’ good,” gallagher hissed, his arm tightening its grip around you, further dizzying you. with each bit of force gallagher used, you could feel welt so much more inside you. it was damn near intoxicating.

without warning, gallagher squeezed you tight, pressing you to his body as he came in your ass, your walls tightening like a vice. this made welt cum before he thought he would, his face tightening and flushing. he moaned slightly as he pulled out of you, gallagher following close behind.

“i wanna see this,” he crawled over to welt, who was admiring their teamwork.

you laid there, mind fucked out, body shivering, and cum seeping from your holes.

nothing was quite as satisfying as this.

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yeedinofan · 27 days

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Can i ask for Welt with breeding kink? Yk i am OBSESSED with that dilf😻

BABY-MAKING!

— featuring ┊welt yang x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊cw: breeding kink??, multiple orgasms, belly bulge??, uhm uhm hes a lil messy n rough w it! welt being a needy lil bitch, pussy so good bro kept cumming inside, use of nicknames, this mf is so filthy when it comes to breeding u like it isn’t even him anymore bro /j, overall suggestive themes || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊i’m so sorry this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile but jesus i love that dilf too hes so fine, he’s expiring a bit like i said but it’s alright! i think he can handle it!

WELT YANG has a breeding kink. and he knows it. he’s always been so obvious about it, always asking you what your thoughts were on having children, if you were okay with those thoughts, asking you about pregnancy, blah blah blah! but you never took the hint, so you were just there and thought how sweet your husband was asking you about future plans between the two of you. it all came down one night when he absolutely lost it, letting his mind wander and take over him once and for all.

you decided it was a good idea to tease him one day, wearing some crappy old top you bought years ago. little did you know, it got.. a lot more smaller as your body grew. you tried pulling down your shirt, trying to cover yourself from welt hoping he wouldn’t notice. from time to time, welt would notice you clutch your shirt tighter each second, pulling them down to cover yourself. he couldn’t help but stare at how hot you look in that top.. he couldn’t help but just stare intensely at how your nipples grew harder by the second, poking out of your thin cotton top with a deep red hue on your face. were you doing this on purpose? he swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes wandered from your thighs, to your face, then lastly to your chest, gulping at the sight of how well your shirt shaped your breasts, wondering how well it would fit if your breasts were swollen with milk for your baby, oh.. what a sight to behold that would be.

welt licked his lips at the thought, feeling your presence beside him as you had your hand on his thigh nuzzling against his shoulder, unknowingly rubbing your breasts against his biceps. “aren’t you tired of doing all that work, baby? ‘s too much.” you cooed, rubbing his thigh with your thumb in a circular motion.

“not really, no. i still have a few things to do. it’s late, run along and get some rest. i’ll join you for bed later.” he pushed up his glasses, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. but he just.. can’t help but notice how your nipples were poking out your shirt, how your shorts barely covered your plushy thighs.. he couldn’t take this for much longer.

“welt, i’ve been thinking.” you heard him hum, eyes still on his laptop as you shifted closer to his body, feeling his warmth against yours. “i’ve been thinking about how.. i think i’m ready.”

“ready for what?”

“for a baby.”

he froze in place, did you really just say that? he felt the blazing lust he was struggling to hold back wash over him, you leaned over to kiss his neck and before you know it, two hands grabbed your wrist pinning you down, knocking the air from your lungs as welt took off his glasses looking at you with such lust you’d never seen before.

“don’t play games with me, [name]. are you dead serious?”

“i’ve never been more serious in my life. i want a baby, welt. i want you to make me a mommy.”

well. that escalated quickly.

in a blink of in eye, you both were in the bedroom. back pressed against the soft mattress of the bed as welt hoisted your legs up around his waist, raising a brow at you in which you responded with a nod. he eagerly interlocked his lips against yours. his hands would slide under your shirt, taking your breast in his hand as he pinched your hardened nipples, twisting and tugging at them. “you want me to make you a mommy, hm? i’ll fulfill that wish of yours over and over again.. as much as i want.” you whined at his words, feeling his huge cock rubbing against the slit of your wet pussy. “y-you sure that’d fit?” you had your hand on his pelvis, holding him back before he leaned over to your ear, bring his voice down to a whisper. “i’ll make sure to stretch you out, don’t worry.”

he aligned his his erected cock with your soaking hole, slamming himself inside throwing his head back at the euphoric feeling of his dick inside of you “shit..” welt mumbled a few curses under his breath as he begin to move, raising your hips with your eyes sealed shut as “yeah.. that’s it. you’re doing great, sweetheart. you want a baby? s-shit.. i’ll fucking give you one.“ he rammed his cock inside, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling your bodies close together as he abused your needy hole with his dick. “you look absolutely ravishing, sweetheart. look at how good i’m fucking you.” you could feel your tight walls clench around him each hard thrust, he grabbed your hips and angled your body a certain way, making his cock brush against spots you never knew could feel so good. your body shook as you came on his cock the first time. “hm.. you liked that, huh? did that feel good?”

your moans and cries only grew louder, welt’s lips tracing down along the flesh of your neck, pounding into your sweet spot over and over again, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. he was so rough with you.. you even asked yourself if this was really your husband, ramming into you over and over again. but you didn’t mind. really. welt’s dick was coated with a thick halo of white as you reached your second orgasm, whining at the continuous roughness of his harsh thrusts, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other squeezes your throat, applying enough pressure to force out a choked moan out of your lips. “gonna breed you so good, sweetheart. gonna breed you til i make you a mommy, you want that?” his hands reached down to caress your stomach, feeling him slide in and out of you, his lips curved into a smirk. “fuckin’ you s’ good that i can even see myself fucking you. look.” you hesitantly stared down at your stomach, seeing a deep bulge as you could see his cock thrusting inside you through your stomach, he grunted as he reached his climax, cumming inside.

“one more, baby. one more f’me.” you squirmed under his touch, mouth hung open as welt licked his lips, lifting your knees, pushing them down against the mattress as this position felt a little new to you, thrusting himself inside once more. “that’s it, pretty girl. take it all, mhm? ‘gonna fill you up until this pretty pussy has milked my cock to the brim.” you couldn’t do it anymore, you were a lot more sensitive than you usually are, even the thought of your beloved husband putting a baby in you was enough to make you go crazy. welt desperately wanted was to caress your stomach, caress it knowing he was the one who got you pregnant, and you were bound to have his child. he wanted more of you and it showed.

“take it.. take it all. take it like the good girl you are..” welt slowed his pace down, slowly but steadily, making sure not to miss a single beat. he was getting desperate.. you could tell. he wanted to get you pregnant already, he wanted to see your belly grow with his seed, he wanted to see it for himself. “keep clenching around me like that, princess.” he whispered lowly, voice filled with ecstasy as you felt his dick slide deeper and deeper inside of your abused little hole, stretching you out just like how he wanted.

“so tight.. you feel so fuckin’ good..” welt used all strength left in his body as he thrusted deep inside you, making sure not to miss any spot leaving no part untouched. “c—cummin’.. m’ cumming..” you whined, holding onto his arms before you squirted on his cock one final time as he came inside you too, streams of his load inside, coating the soft walls of your cunt.

“..was i too rough on you, sweetheart? are you alright?” the brunette panted, planting a kiss on the temple of your forehead as a way to say sorry, before you wrapped your arms around his neck. “n-not really.“

he grinned, spreading your legs apart as he went on to lick the mess he created in your pussy, licking it clean. “lemme clean you up, alright? stay still.”

long story short, he was not licking you clean, instead he made things more messier than it was.

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