Peter covers my eyes with a blindfold and helps me stand up.
“This is kinky, Parker, what are you planning?”
Peter laughs nervously and I feel him getting more timid with his actions.
“Will you stop, Y/N? It’s just to keep the surprise a surprise.”
I giggle at his obviously flustered state from my sex joke.
I let him lead me out of the room to the unknown destination, one hand holding mine and the other on my waist as he gently pushes me along.
“Peterrrrrrr it’s taking so loooooong,” I whine, just to annoy him.
“Just a little farther, Y/N, bear with me here.”
My foot brushes against something soft.
“Is that another gym sock?”
“Uhhhhh… No it isn’t…” There’s a loud shuffle as he tries to kick the offending article away discreetly.
Oh, he’s so adorable when he’s lying.
He stops and lets go of my hand and waist. There’s a soft scrape to my left as he pulls out a chair.
Heh. Pulls out.
“Here ya go, love.” He takes my hand and gently guides me into the seat. He slips and I miss the seat, landing on the soft, carpeted floor instead. There’s a solid thunk as what sounds like Peter’s head collides with the wall.
“OH MY GOD PETER ARE YOU OKAY?” I tear off the blindfold and see the poor boy rubbing his head, where there’s bound to be a bump forming.
“Oh you poor man-child, let me get you some ice.”
I rush towards the kitchen, noting the very nicely set-up dinner table for two.
He must be devastated that he couldn’t properly surprise me.
I stop as I enter the kitchen, trying to process the scene before me.
He hobbles up behind me, trying to stop me.
“Wait, Y/N, don’t go into the- ah shit you’ve seen it.”
I look around to see the room decorated with strings of lights and roses.
“Oh, Peter. You shouldn-” Peter kisses me before I could finish my sentence.
“You like it?” He asks as he pulls me closer for another kiss, deeper than the last.
I pull away before nodding, “Yes, Peter, I love it. Thank you.”
He beams at me before leading me to the table and pulling out a chair for me.
“My princess,” he jokes, gesturing for me to take a seat.
I sarcastically bow, “My knight.”
After dinner, I stand up to help clean up the dishes.
Peter shoos me away and tells me to sit down while he takes care of it.
I don’t bother arguing with him, because I know fighting with him would be pointless with his stubbornness.
I stay seated while he collects the dishes and kisses my nose before leaving to wash them.
I watch him walk away and smile to myself as I take a rose from the vase on dining table and twirl it in my hands.
I giggle to myself as I think about our past two years together.
How sweet Peter was with his cute pickup lines and our weekly movie dates.
How shy he is when we kiss and how much of a gentleman he is.
I continue to reminisce until I see Peter standing in the doorway.
His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking a little.
“Peter, love, are you alright?” I ask.
He gives me a half smile and he walks over slowly, his body language screaming nervousness.
“I, uh, I have one more gift for you,” he says.
“Peter! This is already so much, please that’s enough,” I laugh and I stand up to hug him.
He hesitates before hugging me back and now I see how nervous he really is.
“Peter? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing that his legs are shaking.
He looks away from me as he reaches into his pocket and gives me a small index card with the letter V written on it.
I look up at him questionably and he rubs the back of his neck, his face slowly acquiring the color of the roses on the table.
“It’s um. I-I, uh,” Peter stumbles.
“I get it Peter, V-Card,” I look up at him and smile before kissing his chin and then his nose.
“It’s a very unique present, Peter,” I say as I lean closer to Peter and kiss him again. He places his hands gently on my hips.
I lean back and smile, “So I can cash this in anytime I want?” I ask.
His face reddens a little before he nods.
“How about right now?” I ask slowly, hoping he would get a hint and suggest something.
He looks at me in the eye for a few moments before breaking contact and looks down at his feet.
“I’ve got another surprise for you, love,” Peter says, reaching over to the counter and giving me the blindfold again.
I look at him suspiciously before putting the blindfold on again.
“Just trust me, Y/N,” Peter says softly. I relax a little and reach out to hold his hand as he leads the way.
I am assaulted with a barrage of smells as we turn into a room, where everything sounds slightly muffled, as if it’s filled with soft furniture. My feet brush against… rose petals? I smell my favorite scented candles as well as… Febreze. Lots of Febreze.
Dammit Parker why don’t you clean this house more often?
His hands leave my shoulders for a few seconds and I hear some shuffling around me, no doubt he’s cleaning up whatever’s been left strewn around his ro-
The blindfold falls off suddenly and I’m left shocked at the scene in front of me.
Though I’ve been in his room a million times before, I’ve never seen it this clea-
Romantic. It’s never been this romantic.
Everything’s been swapped or covered with a red velvet and the lights are off, leaving only the candles to light the room. A gasp escapes my lips. Peter, who is in the process of furiously trying to shove what looks to be a red and blue suit into the closet, whips his head around, eyes wide open.
“It fell off? Shit, now I can’t badmouth the baddies anymore about their lousy knots… Anyways, surprise?” he tries with a tight smile.
God, he’s so adorable when stuff goes wrong.
“Peter… just ask me…”
“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but… I…” Peter tries to start but fails to finish his sentence as I
lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. We stay that way, looking into each other's’ eyes for a while.
“Hi,” Peter greets me.
“Are you going to kiss me yet?” I ask, slightly impatiently. Face redder, than the cushions, he does just that.
He makes the first move, turning his head and closing the space between us. My lips meet his, agonizingly slowly. His hands cup my face and pull me closer, and I return the kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. Our lips locked, he pulls us down onto the bed. One of his hands finds its way into my hair while the other one grasps my neck. My own hands find their way under his shirt and around the back of his head. He bites my lip, accidentally, and I jerk back, not expecting the bite.
“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry oh my god are you okay oh my god are you bleeding?” he babbles, moving his head around to check my lips.
I quickly run my tongue over my lips to check for blood
“I’m okay, Peter.””
“Hi, okay, Peter, I’m Peter,” he quips back,not missing a beat.
I laugh at Peter lightly before pulling down his pants.
“W-Wait, Y/N, are- are- are you sure ab-”
I cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.
“Shhhhhh. Yes, Peter. I am sure. Now shut up and let me make you happy,” I say, kissing his nose to reassure him.
“But, I want to make you feel good fir-” Peter tries to object but lets out a moan instead as I palm his member through his boxers.
I smile as I gently squeeze tighter and watch him throw his head back and moan a little louder. I then pull down his boxers as I eagerly snake down his body and watch as his member is freed from its restraints. I wrap my hand around it and give it a small pump, a little intimidated by his size, even though it’s not fully hard yet. I watch as small beads of precum leak from his head and roll down his shaft. Without a second thought, I lick along the underside of his cock, starting from the base all the way to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the droplets of precum.
I hear Peter groan as I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to lick him slowly and hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper.
I smile to myself as I hear Peter curse and moan above me, I feel his hands in my hair as he caresses my face, urging me to continue.
I lean back and pump him a little more before sucking the head of his cock again.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter moans as I start to slowly take in as much of him as possible and pull back. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. I pump his shaft at the base with my free hand as I begin to feel my panties dampening.
“Y/N, please slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Peter practically begs.
I look up at him and smile to myself as I let him go with a pop.
He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down.
I take this opportunity to turn my back to him and take off my pants slowly. I bend over more than I have to so that I give him a good view of my ass. I can see his jaw drop in the mirror.
Pffft. He ain’t seen nothing yet.
My jeans join the not-so-well-hidden pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I lift my shirt slowly, especially around my chest, since I want him to see that I’ve “forgotten” my bra at home. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this. The shirt joins my pants and I’m left Stark™-naked except for my panties. I turn around to face him.
Are human even supposed to be that red?
He has a dumbfounded expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.
I laugh a little as I climb back onto the bed and kiss him.
He kisses me back after recovering from his shock. He flips me over so that I’m on my back.
He attacks my neck before traveling downward, past my exposed breasts leaving a trail of kisses past my stomach.
I moan loudly as he reaches my hips. He kisses all along the band of my panties and kisses my nether lips through the thin fabric.
I whimper as he hooks a finger into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down slowly. He leaves small bites on the inside of my thighs as he passes them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sodden article of clothing sail across the room in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. He works his way back up my legs, fingers ghosting the insides of my legs before parting them gently. His left hand grip the top of my right thigh as he uses his hand to spread my lips. I clutch the sheets as he dips a finger into my wet and aroused center. He smiles to me before scooting closer to my crotch, all the while making a “come hither” motion with his finger. His lips meet my other lips as his head comes down.
Within moments, his tongue finds my clit.
Has he done this before?
“I pay attention in sex ed, Y/N,” Peter jokes as my cheeks redden in the realization that I had said it out loud.
He chuckles a little bit before leaning in and kissing my thighs before sucking my clit again.
I moan loudly and clutch the sheets harder. I feel another finger join the first and his other hand moves up to hold my hips in place. I squirm and whimper as his tongue runs over my clit, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers spread my opening to give his tongue to my core. I shiver as his tongue moves in and out of my entrance.
“Ohh, fuck Peter…” I moan, willing him to go faster. He pulls his tongue out of me and he moves his two fingers again, thrusting faster than before.
His tongue moves back up to my clit and begins attacking the small nub at the top of my folds.
My moans become more incoherent as he continues to lick, suck, and lap at every single part of my most private area, leaving me a babbling mess.
As my walls begin to clench around his fingers, Peter speeds up his thrusting and ravages my clit harder as he feels me gets closer to the edge until he brings me over the edge. My back arches and my toes curl almost painfully as the immense pleasure of the orgasm wracks my body completely. I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head and a loud, breathy moan escapes my lips.
Peter sucks gently on my clit and slows his thrusting as the waves of euphoria roll over me, further intensifying the pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.
As the pleasure gently fades away, Peter kisses my clit, then kisses a trail up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. He licks each nipple, gently sucking on each one before moving on. He stops at my neck, planting a kiss there before moving his head up so that his eyes are level with mine.
“Do you want to go further?”
“No, Peter, I wanted to stop and talk about multi-variable calculus,” I deadpan, lacing as much sarcasm into my voice as possible.
He smiled devilishly and deadpanned right back, “It just so happened that I needed a little help with my calculus homework, can you help me integrate my natural log?”
I whack him softly with one of the red heart pillows on the bed. “I HATE YOU”
“No you don’t,”
He leans down to kiss me again before reaching over and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
I laugh as he fails to open it before offering to help. He smiles at me gratefully as I put it on for him. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him.
I pull him down to the bed.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too, Peter,” I say as I guide his cock to my entrance.
I always thought I would be really nervous during my first time. But Peter made it comfortable. Peter slowly moved his hips forward and I gasped, not used to his size.
He’s bigger than I thought.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Peter asked nervously.
“No, it just feels kinda tight,” I say, trying to ease his nerves.
Peter continues to insert himself carefully. The pain fades away and it begins to feel pleasurable.
I moan a little and clutch Peter’s back as I quietly beg him to go faster.
Peter starts to thrust his hips at a moderately faster speed and I throw my head back and moan loudly, enjoying this new feeling beyond words.
Peter leans forward to kiss my neck making me mewl in pleasure as I move my arms around the back of his neck to pull his hair.
I kiss his neck and Peter groans loudly.
“Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer,” Peter says as he leaves another hickey on my collar bone. He hastens his movements and starts thrusting harder.
“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper breathily.
Peter straightens up and moves a hand down to my clit and rubs his thumb over it in quick, small circles, pushing me over the edge.
“Peter,” I moan before I see stars for the second time that night. As my walls clenched around his member, I felt Peter also reach his release, groaning loudly and burying his cock deep in my tunnel. His cock twitches and I feel the condom fill up as he releases his seed into me. He lies down, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing. We lay like that for a while, both panting hard and coming down from our orgasms. After a few minutes, he pulls out slowly and kisses my face. I moan as he slides out, and I feel empty when he pulls out completely.
“You okay?” Peter asks.
“Mmm,” I respond, exhausted.
Peter laughs and goes to the bathroom to get rid of his condom. I whine, not wanting him to leave, but am too tired to go after him.
Peter comes back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He gently moves my legs to clean then before handing me one of his shirts and to wear.
I smile and put it on before lying back down on the bed and drifting off, murmuring, “I love you,” to Peter.
“Happy birthday, Y/N” is the last thing I hear before my reality fades into pleasant nothingness.
🐻talk to them about what’s bothering them! you should aaaalways do this (if your little wants to talk about it, don’t force them to!) sometimes, you just need to get it out!!
🐻pull them into your lap and bounce them! daddy calls it “horsie” cause it feels like i’m riding a horse! it’ll make your baby giggle sooo fast
🐻bounce them while holding them! it’s like a real baby (not that we aren’t all real babies!!) it’s so soothing and soemtimes i fall asleep when daddy does it 😪
🐻tickle them! if your little is comfortable with it, tickling them is always a fast way to cheer your baby up!
🐻wrap them in their favourite blankie! soft blankies = eternal happiness
🐻make the voices for their stuffies! my daddy does this sometimes: hold their stuffies up to them or near them, and make the stuffie talk to them! have your little answer questions and give their stuffie hugs, too!
🐻cuddle them! this one is kind of a no-brainer, but i thought i’d add it anyway—cuddles always make me feel better 😇
🐻give them a bath! if you and your little are comfortable with it, baths are always super soothing. let them play with bath toys while you wash their hair and scrub their back! pro tip: tell them you’re washing the sadness away, that honestly works for me…i don’t know why
🐻play with them! tag, hide n seek, dollies, cars, colour..anything! it’ll definitely make your baby smile!
🐻sippies, pacis… prepare them a drink in their sippy cup or their favourite cup, pop a paci in their mouth or your thumb, and (if they use them) put them in their coziest diapers! then, to top it all off, put them in a onesie or your clothes! super comforting! sometimes i put baby lotion on on top of all this, it always makes me feel soooo little 😍
🐻play peek-a-boo or patty cake! it’ll make your baby feel too little to be sad hehe
🐻play their favourite song or video! there’s this one video/song called MitchiriNeko March that ALWAYS works. it’s also a great way to put me into littlespace 💗
🐻talk to them in your carer voice & baby talk them! i speak from experience, it literally always works when my daddy does this. he says things like “who’s daddy’s little girl?” and “hi baby!!!” (little me likes it when daddy is excited to see her) and “tell daddy what’s bothering you.” (in which he pulls me into his lap and cradles me)
🐻put them down for a nap! sometimes all we need is some sleep to feel better💗
🐻put on their favourite movie or show, or watch a new one with them! distracting them from what’s bothering them is sometimes the only thing that will work.
🐻play their favourite video game with them! once again, distraction = key
Boxing Lessons Tom is giving you boxing lessons for the first time and ends up being more into your physique than your techniques.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Includes: Smut, DaddyKink!Tom, Rough!Tom
I stood behind Tom with my arms crossed over my chest as I watched him swiftly punch at the speed bag. Well, I had my eyes more on his bare back, watching his muscles tensing and relaxing over and over again, something to bite my lip over. He dropped his arms to his sides as he threw his head back, catching his breath.
He turned to me once he did. “Your turn.”
“You don’t expect me to be that fast the first time, now do you?” I asked with a single raised brow.
He chuckled, taking his water from my hands, “no, but I want you to try.” I fixed the wrap on my hands as I walked over to it. “Can you reach it, Y/N?” He teased.
I looked back, shooting him a nasty look as his eyes scanned up and down my body. “Yes.” I turned back and quickly began imitating his movement, just not punching it as fast.
“There you go. You’re doing great, darling!” He encouraged me as my arms quickly grew tired.
“Can I stop? My arms aren’t gonna hold up much longer.”
He laughed, stepping close behind me. “Keep going.” His hands hovered under my arms, making sure they wouldn’t fall.
“Thirty more seconds, I know you can.”
“Honestly, you suck. You really, really, really suck.”
“You wanted to learn how to box.” I rolled my eyes knowing he’s right and pushed myself to get through the last of it. “Alright, that’s it.” I dropped my arms by my sides and leaned into him. He draped his arm around my neck, “you’re great. A few more times on that and you’ll begin to get used to it.”
“The punching bag. I can show you some techniques.”
“Mmm… okay.” I nod my head as got off of him. We walked over to the punching bag he managed to install when he first moved in. I stood in front of it, “show me the technique.” I told him as he put water bottle down on to the nearby bench press.
He walked back to me, standing behind me with a hand on my waist. “So, you’re gonna want to put this foot forward.” He grabbed my bare thigh, pushing it outward, “and your legs gotta be spread apart a bit past shoulder width.” He muttered, pressing himself a bit into my backside.
I moved my leg out, “like this?”
“Good. Now, bring your hands up just above your shoulders.” I did as he told me. “Now, stand as straight as you can.” He pressed his hand against my stomach.
“I’m not standing straight already?”
“Almost.” I straightened out, ‘accidentally’ pressing myself into him. “Perfect,” he muttered to me before sighing. He cleared his throat, “this is a, uh… basic stance.”
“It’s the best stance for punching. Give it a try.” I jabbed a few times at the punching bag. He grinned, “you’re a natural.”
“So, what’s next?”
“If you put your hands up by your temples with enough room to see your opponent past your hands,” I followed along, moving in to the position he said, “this is a high stance, so that once you’ve closed the space between the two of you, you can use this to block their hits that’ll be coming towards your face. You want them to hit the lower parts of your arms. But you’ve gotta be careful now because all of this,” he ran his hand over my torso, “is exposed to be hit.”
I looked back at him, “so, what’s the stance called where you’re up against me and copping a feel?”
He laughed, “the you-look-great-in-this-sports-bra-and-shorts-and-I-can’t-help-myself stance.”
I turned around around to him leaving little space between us as I unraveled the wrap from my hand. “Maybe I could show you some of my techniques since you can’t help yourself so much.”
I let the wraps fall to the floor as he smirked at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you’ve got, baby girl.”
I fold my arm around his neck, my hand snaking it’s way to the back of his hair. I pulled him down into a deep kiss. He held onto either of my hips, pulling me into his hardening member. My free hand untied the string on his gym short and looped my fingers into the band making his kisses a bit more aggressive. I took my hand from the band, slowly wandering over his lower stomach.
He bit down on my lip and tugged on it gently, turning me on. He brought his lips back to mine, bringing his hand over my ass to squeeze it. In one swift movement, his big hand smacked my ass causing me to moan against his lips. I could feel a slight smile on his as we kissed. His hand moved from my butt to between my legs, rubbing me over the thin cloth of my shorts.
I brought my lips to his neck, kissing his most sensitive spots and swiping my tongue over the skin, listening to the soft groans escape his lips as his fingers worked a little faster.
I kissed down his toned chest and torso, slowly bringing myself down to my knees. His hand moving up my body as I moved before resting on the side of my neck. I kissed his hip bones as I slipped off his shorts, agonizingly slow and let them fall to the floor. I dragged my hands against his hard length being held down by the band of his boxers. I plant gentle kisses to his cock over the cloth, keeping my eyes up on him.
Tom bit down on his bottom lip, watching me tease him. I hooked my hands in to the band on his boxers, allowing his long cock to spring free. I bit my lip, attempting to hold back the grin, but failing miserably.
“You like what you see, baby?” He questioned a bit of laughter in his voice.
“Absolutely, daddy.” He grinned, hearing that name.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I placed my tongue on the base, licking my way to the tip before slowly taking him in my mouth as much as I could and pumping the rest in my hand. He wrapped my ponytail around his hand, pushing farther down onto his cock. His control turning me on immensely.
“That’s it, baby.”
I placed my hands on his hips as he pushed down nearly his entire length. I moaned over him and brought one of my hand to his balls, cupping and gently squeezing them. He threw his head back, his breathing heavier as he still held me down on him, quickly thrusting into my mouth making my eyes water. I pushed myself off of him, catching my breath.
“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, “you always do that so well, darling.” He pushed the free strands of hair off my face with his free hand and wiped away the tears down my cheeks.
I wrapped my hand around his length, pumping him up and down quickly. I slid my other hand down into my own pants, gently rubbing my clit. He watched me touch myself and him as he muttered, “fuck.”
I licked the precum from his tip and lips fell apart as he ran his fingers through his lose curls. I bit down on my bottom lips, innocently looking up at him. He cupped his hand beneath my chin and I stood. He pulled my hand from my shorts and yanked them down to my thighs, his fingers sliding over my slit before pushing past my lips and thrusting his middle finger into my core as his thumb rubbed over my clit. His lips kissed my neck as he pushed me back, stepping out the shorts pooled at his feet until my back hit the cold mirror wall.
Tom pushed the shorts all the way off my legs and kicked them aside. He slipped in a second finger, thrusting his fingers quicker.
“Like that, baby.” I moaned out, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
He smirked, pulling his fingers out from my core, bringing them to my lip, “taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, I took his long fingers into my mouth and slowly gliding my tongue along them. “You are so sexy, Y/N.” He muttered, pulling out of my mouth and replacing it with his lips.
Tom grabbed at my thighs, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. His grabbed his cock, placing self at the entrance of my core.
“How badly do you want me, darling?” He questioned against my lips.
“Beg for it.”
“I want you to fuck me so badly, daddy, please…” I kissed him, “please.” With that, he thrust into me with all the force he could. I let out a loud moan.
“Like that?” He pressed his forehead to mine.
He continued thrusting into me with all the power, his hand snaked to pussy and he began quickly rubbing my clit. I could tell he already wanted to cum the way he touched me, leaving me a moaning mess as he groaned.
He stopped thrusting and looked at me with raised brows. “Who?” He teased, pulling himself out of my pussy.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.” I moaned as he rubbed his cock between my lips and against my nub.
“That’s what I thought.” He muttered, taking my hand off the back of his head and holding it over my head.
He slipped inside of me with ease, thrusting a bit slower than before. His hand held my arm tightly above head as my walls clenched around him, he growled a deep, “fuck.”
I could feel the heat, building up inside of me as my breathing turned into panting as he brought me closer to the edge. He brought his thumb back to my clit, noticing how needy I had become. My free hand grabbed at his bicep, digging my nails into it and feeling it flex repeatedly as he rubbed my sensitive nub. I began bucking my hips into his and pulling him closer to me with my legs.
“Look at me when you cum, baby girl.” He whispered to me.
Those words did it for me. I looked up at him like he wanted as my nerves unraveled and slew of curse words slipped from my lips. My toes curled and my eyes fell shut from the immense pleasure. I let go of his waist, sliding down against the mirror to my knees. Tom let go of my wrist and I wrapped my hand around his cock as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the glass as his hand rest on my cheek, rubbing the bottom of my lip of my mouth that I left open for him.
I pumped his cock as his breathing became heavier and grunts and moans left his lips. His hand moved to the back of my ponytail, tightly gripping my hair before he came. His warm cum made it’s way into and around my mouth. He caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down as he watched me swallow his cum.
“Fuck,” he chuckled, “you’re such a good girl.” I stood up on my slightly trembling legs and leaned into him. He rest his forehead on mine instead of the mirror. “We’ll have to finish sessions like this from here on out.” He suggested as he grabbed my ass.
I laughed, “we didn’t even get to finish the lesson, Tom.”
“There’s always next time to pick up where we left off. Now, how about we head upstairs for a shower?” I smirked and nod my head, knowing he’d be up for a round two.
Warnings: SMUT 💦, swearing, mentions of abuse/violence
Disclaimer: I do not condone Billy’s behaviour or views on the show, nor do I intend to romanticise racism or abuse.
Authors Note: I got a bit carried away on this one lmao. Hope you all like it! Let me know! I’m also accepting requests for Stranger Things. To everyone that has read the previous parts and sent me messages, thank you so much! Your support means the world to me. Also so many thanks to @juiceboxxortiz for reading through and checking it even though you don’t watch Stranger Things. You are the best 💕💕💕
Summary: When you confess to Bucky that you’ve never been with an Alpha, e offers to show you what it feels like. Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Beta!Reader Word counting: 1.7k words Warnings: Dirty talking. Shameless smut. Porn with little plot. Gif is from Google. (But I wish this man was mine). Benny version
You sipped your beer besides Bucky, both of you spread on his couch. You were a sort of hero just like him and was very good friends with him.
Bucky was an Alpha. Actually, most of the Avengers were Alphas or Betas, only Wanda was an Omega, not that it changed much of her status to them. You were a Beta.
“I’m surprised you manage not to kill each other when you’re close to your rut.” You chuckled to yourself.
“We manage.” He chuckled. “You know… when an Alpha needs it, an Alpha needs it but you know that from experience already, especially in sex, I bet. We all understand that and try to help.”
You shook your head, the alcohol making your head a bit lighter.
“Well, not from such a personal experience. I mean, with the sex thing.”
Bucky frowned, holding your calf before you could move.
“What do you mean?” He questioned. “You’ve never had sex?”
You rolled your eyes.
“I did.” You corrected him. “With Betas and Omegas. I’ve never had an Alpha.”
Bucky was surprised.
“You can’t be serious.” He sat straight. “Never?”
He stood in silence, his face impossible to describe, and you reached out for another beer. Before you could, though, he held your hip.
“What?” You frowned.
Bucky licked his lips, staring like you like you were a prey.
“Do you want to?” He questioned.
Your breath got caught in your throat, and you stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you want to have an Alpha?” He kept looking at you, his blue eyes deep and hungry. “You know… You only live once.”
Request from anon: A bossy Draco smut where the reader and him kind of hated each other at first, so when they “do it” it’s a very dominant Draco please?
Thanks for requesting, I’ve only done ’smut’ once before so sorry if this is really awkward and a bit bad 😂 plus, I really hope this uploads on tuesday.
You’d somehow ended up at yet another Slytherin party. Your friend had convinced your sorry arse to get dressed and go with them to this party that you didn’t really want to go to. You’d lost the match against Slytherin today and you weren’t too keen on showing your face at their victory party, especially considering Draco Malfoy would particularly enjoy mocking you the whole night. Either way, you’d found yourself sat in an overly large leather armchair, throwing every drink anyone gave you down your neck. If there was anything you were good at, it was partying; you could hold your drinks fairly well and you were usually up for almost anything after you’d had a few.
Tags- Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader, being in heat, dom/sub undertones, smut
Word Count- 2800ish
A/N: For @spnabobingo. The reader is in heat and needs an Alpha to take care of her. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
Everyone is downstairs, trying to catch a glimpse of anything happening inside Mrs. Miller’s apartment. You feel bad, you really do. No one deserves to be murdered, let alone in their own home. And the fact that it seems to be a completely random, nonsensical murder in your apartment building is unsettling.
But you can’t join the rest of your neighbors outside her door, peeking in over the caution tape and straining their ears to hear the police talk. Not when you’re sweating and cramping and curling your toes at a very ill-timed heat.
A/N: And here it is! Finally, part two of Ignored Warnings. This is the final part and I won’t be adding more. :) As always, it’s full of filth and nothing but. I hope you enjoy~
“Have we learned our lesson?” Slowly, you opened your eyes to look up at him. His thumb was still deep in your mouth, fucking slowly in and out as you wrapped your tongue and lips around him. You pulled back slowly, dragging your teeth against the digit lightly till he was free, letting him pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger again while he waited for you to answer.
“What lesson would that be… oppa?”
Silence fell upon the two of you at your question, the sheer cheekiness of it making Jungkook pause to figure out if you were truly wanting to go down the path that was laid before you.
“Wanna try that one more time?”
“I don’t think I stuttered, Sir…”
Any further words were cut off as Jungkook was suddenly moving, ripping his headphone set from his ears to slam down roughly on his keyboard, pushing himself out of his chair as he grabbed you firmly by the neck to pull you to your feet. Your hands flew up to grab his wrist, breath once again being choked out of you by the grip he had around your throat. You winced at the pressure, lifting your gaze up to meet his. Head tilted back, he watched you through half-lidded eyes as you tried to swallow, his lips slowly lifting into an amused smirk. His treatment of you was rough, but fuck did you love it. Your whine was delicious, at once both a plea for breath and for him to use your body. He pulled you closer to him, leaning down till your noses touched and he could look you straight in the eyes as he laid a feathery soft kiss on your lips.
“I see you’ve chosen the difficult route tonight, sweetheart. That’s fine with me. You’ll need to be sure to call in to work tomorrow, though.”
You were given all of two seconds before he had released his grip on you, instead slipping his hands under your arms and into your armpits to toss you back onto the bed, quickly reaching out for your waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees once you had finished bouncing from the force of his throw. He pushed your head down into the mattress, leaving your ass sticking up and into the air. You’d worn simple leggings tonight and he took full advantage of that, pulling them down your ass and over your thighs, taking your underwear with it.
“You asked for this. Safe word?” he asked, nodding once as you whispered out “Catfish” before you felt the first slap on your cheeks, the sting of his hit immediately blossoming over your skin as your nerves cried out. He pulled his hand back to smack you again and again, alternating his hits on either cheek, the slaps ringing out loudly in his room. Your moans were louder though, muffled as they were into the bed with his hand still keeping you pushed down. He rubbed the hand that had been smacking you onto your red skin, fingers gripping the flesh tightly to give it a considering shake before he let it go, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs.
“Fuck, your skin is so pretty when it’s all covered in red.”
“Yes, Sir,” you moaned in agreement, fingers digging into the fabric of his comforter as Jungkook continued to soothe your smarting skin.
“Is that why you decided to be a disobedient little slut tonight?” He emphasized his question with a new set of smacks, the force of them bringing tears to your eyes as you gasped with each hit.
“No? Then why did you decide to keep going?”
“Because…” you trailed off, losing your train of thought as he purposefully ran the tips of his fingers over your skin till they were ever so slightly tracing the wet slick of your folds. Your failure to respond had him tsking, landing a heavy slap on your pussy lips.
“Pay attention, sweetheart, or I’ll be making this worse than it’s already become due to your fucking around.” You pouted into the comforter, nodding your understanding. “Start over.”
“Yes, Sir.” You inhaled deeply, moaning softly when he returned to his teasing of your lips.
“Tell Sir why you’re being a disobedient slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” you said, adopting a more meek tone. He approved of your submission, fingers dipping down to slide through your folds along your slit. “I’ve been a disobedient slut because I was bored.”
“Hmm, I already knew that. That’s why I gave your mouth something to do, no?”
“Yes, Sir, but I knew that you’d go right back to your game if I didn’t keep disobeying you.”
“Are you that needy, sweetheart?” He sounded disappointed and it left you feeling an odd mix of shame and annoyance. The annoyance won though, making you squirm from under his controlling hand to glare at him as best you could.
“You were gone for weeks! And then when you come home, you don’t even pay attention to me! All I wanted–” Jungkook silenced your complaining with a sharp pinch to your inner thigh, making you gasp and whine at the pain.
“You’re quite the mouthy little bitch tonight, aren’t you?” Your pout returned in full force, your eyes telling Jungkook quite loudly how displeased you were even though you kept silent. He couldn’t quite help the chuckle that left him at your expression, choosing to answer your accusations by slipping a finger inside of you, making you squirm at the sudden intrusion. “I am sorry, sweetheart, that I had to be gone so long, but is that any excuse to act like a child?” Your senses were all tuned towards his finger that was slowly sinking into you, his hand rocking in and out of your hole in a steady rhythm. Your lack of immediate response had him sliding his fingers through your hair to grip it harshly, giving it a rough shake as he pulled his finger from you to swat your cunt again, pulling a loud yelp from you at the arousing pain. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”
“It’s not okay for me to act like a child, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, nodding his approval that you spotted from the corner of your eye as he pushed your head back down into the bed. His fingers returned to your pussy, this time sliding two of them into your dripping center, making you moan in contentment at feeling a bit more full. You desperately wanted more, but you knew the wait was going to be the best part of your night. Your ass wiggled subconsciously, trying to push back onto his fingers that he was keeping still inside of you.
“Sweetheart,” he warned, shoving his hand into you hard enough to make you gasp, “Are you really trying to cum? Don’t you think you deserve to be punished for your misbehavior?” You opened your eyes to look at him as best you could, vision slightly obscured his veiny forearm that was keeping your head still against the bed. He was looking at your ass and pussy, watching how your juices dribbled out of your lips and onto his fingers from where he was still thrusting them into you. Your silence had him flicking his gaze over to you, meeting your slightly glazed eyes with a quirked brow and an impatient look.
“I thought…,” you began, voice muffled into the covers and breathy as he purposefully curled his fingers inside of you, the pads of them rubbing teasingly against your G-spot. You took a deep breath, eyes rolling as pleasure shot through you when he pressed harder against the nerves. “I thought I was already being punished, Sir?”
He chuckled at you, pulling his hand loose from your pussy to push your thighs apart further, opening you completely. He wasted no time as he sunk his fingers back into your dripping hole, this time using three as they slipped in to the knuckle with absolutely zero resistance from how wet you had become. He kept them still for a few seconds, relishing how you gasped and coughed at the increased intrusion, a broken moan leaving you as your back unconsciously arched, pushing your ass against his hand to try to get his fingers deeper again. He began to scissor his fingers, enjoying the wall your walls clenched tightly around him, body already quivering under the pleasure you were feeling. Slowly, he began to thrust the digits into you, withdrawing them only enough for you to feel the impact of them entering you each time. It was just enough to drive you crazy, his fingers just lightly brushing over your spot with each thrust. You were quickly losing yourself, hips beginning to rock back into his hand again, your moans spilling out of you faster than you could try to keep them quiet.
“Oh no,” Jungkook said, pulling you back to reality, as he gave a particularly rough thrust of his hand, strong enough to push your body up the bed a few inches. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.” He didn’t elaborate further, instead choosing to slip a fourth finger into your sopping cunt, the thrusting motions of his hand sounding lewdly wet in your ears. He focused his attention on your body, keeping track of how your walls began to contract around his fingers more tightly and more often, your climax steadily approaching even without any attention to your clit. He decided to tease you further, swiping his thumb over your engorged clit, making you whine loudly. He kept up the occasional swipes, your whimpers and whines getting louder with each swipe till you were practically crying, the edge so dangerously near but out of your reach at his hands.
“I need to cum!” He chuckled down at you, pressing his thumb harshly onto your clit and holding it there, making you gasp before you tried to buck your hips into the pressure. He pulled back quickly, removing his touch from you while his fingers kept pumping into you. Your moan of frustration was loud but did nothing to make him give you pity.
“You want to cum, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir!” you cried, nodding under the hand that had been keeping you pinned the whole time. He hummed consideringly, making you tense up as you waited for his decision. You felt only disappointment, however, as he gave a firm “no” before he was pressing against your clit again, the pressure driving you crazy.
“You don’t get to cum till I say. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” You pouted but agreed to listen to your Sir’s orders, pulling all your thoughts away from the thumb that was rubbing rough circles into your clit, trying to focus on anything else other than the pleasure that was making your body sing and crawl ever closer to release. You fought against the need of your body, fingers digging into the bed as you began to shake, nerves twitching. There was silence between the two of you, broken only by your gasped moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy being worked by his fingers as you continued to fight off your climax, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle. Jungkook could feel you getting tighter around him and he sped up his hand in response, pressing his thumb more insistently into your clit as he rubbed tight circles over it.
“Don’t you cum yet, sweetheart. I can feel you getting closer.”
“I’m trying!” you cried, tears beginning to leak down your cheeks, your emotions and body at war.
“I’ll be so disappointed if you cum….” Jungkook’s tone was bordering on sad, and although you knew he was putting it on just to push you more, you felt a new resolve fill you, forcefully shoving your high back down, feeling the tendrils of pleasure lessen slightly. Your determination was admirable, but Jungkook had other plans and they depended on you failing.
With the hand that held a tight grip on your hair, he finally released the pressure keeping you pinned to the mattress, instead pulling on the locks roughly, bringing you to quickly plant your hands under you to keep your weight up. He kept his hold on you tight, like a pair of reins, to keep you still for him as he leaned towards you. Your eyes were shut as you panted hard, your bottom lip being worried harshly between your teeth as you continued to deny your body the release it was begging for. He watched you for a few moments, enjoying the way sweat had formed on your skin, mixing with the tears that were running down your cheeks in steady streams now. He leaned in closer, licking a wide line up the side of your cheek, catching your sweat and tears on his tongue before he began to pepper your cheek with wet kisses. You gasped, eyes flying open to look at him out of your peripheral, seeing the cheeky grin he was sporting. He didn’t give you time to protest, maneuvering around the arm that was keeping you still to bite hard onto your shoulder before he nipped his way up to your ear, pulling the lobe between his ears, hot and heavy breaths hitting your skin and making you shiver.
“Sir!” you moaned, trying to pull your head away from his lips, but the grip on your hair tightened, shaking you once roughly to remind you to be still. “But, Sir! I’ll cum if you do that!”
“So, don’t cum.” Such a simple thing, really, and Jungkook delivered it to you as such, muffled against your skin as he busied himself with marking it in conjunction with the hand that was still thrusting into your throbbing core. The added sensations were too much. You shook your head, whining pitifully as you tried to stop your orgasm. And then his thrusts into your pussy were suddenly coming too fast and he whipped your head towards him so he could latch his mouth onto yours, his tongue fucking your mouth as the band inside you gave up, your climax hitting you like a tidal wave. You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, as your body shook under the force of your orgasm, limbs twitching erratically. He didn’t let up, keeping you pressed against his lips as his hand continued to rub your now over-sensitive clit, ignoring your muffled pleas for him to stop. Your tears began afresh, your body too sensitive to handle his continued ministrations, and you latched onto his arm, nails digging into his skin to make him stop. He ignored the pain on his arm, choosing to instead grab you by the throat to pull you back for him to watch you, his fingers still thrusting wildly into you, your clit being continuously rubbed by his palm.
Your tears had turned to sobs as your body twitched and shook under the ministrations of his fingers, your mouth hung open as your eyes began to roll from the sensitivity and lack of airflow from his hand on your neck. Finally, finally, he stopped the hand that was thrusting into your swollen pussy and pulled away from you, letting his grip on you go so you could collapse to the bed, hard sobs leaving you in panting gasps.
“Hmm. You came, sweetheart. Even though I told you not to.” He slowly extracted his hand from your still twitching core, holding his hand up so he could see how utterly drenched and covered it had become in your juices. Your legs shook once before they slowly slid down, leaving you lying flat on your stomach, head turned towards Jungkook so you could see him inspecting his hand. He looked away from it with a sigh, looking down at you with a frown. “You’ve disappointed me.” You could only nod, a soundless ‘sorry’ on your lips as you continued to try to get your breath back, the inhales shaky from the sobs still leaving you. Wordlessly, he brought his messy hand down to your level, his order unspoken yet crystal clear. You opened your mouth wide, pulling the four of his fingers into your mouth as best you could, tongue wrapping around them to suck your juices off of the digits.
“I’m going to have to punish you more now. You’re practically begging for me to ruin you tonight.” You nodded, keeping your lips wrapped tightly around his fingers as you kept your eyes locked on him. You were prepared for the slap that landed on your ass the next second, taking care not to bite down on the fingers in your mouth as your body jumped at the new pain. He continued swatting your ass, no less intense from having to use his opposite hand and making you groan with each slap. You could feel yourself getting ready again, so ready for him to finally just fuck you, but when your Sir wanted to waste time, he was extremely good at it.
Besides, he was absolutely right. You needed to be ruined by him now.
He pulled his hand free from your mouth and moved away, moving to the other side of the bed so he could grab two handfuls of your leggings and underwear, roughly pulling them down the rest of your legs and over to the side. He delivered another slap to your ass, using both hands to smack your skin before he grabbed both cheeks firmly, fingers digging in as he pulled them apart to look at pussy and asshole. He grinned at how red and inflamed the skin was, shaking the flesh in his hands to enjoy how your ass jiggled in his grip. He gave another slap before his hands were on your legs, flipping them over and using the momentum to help twist your upper body, too. When you were on your back he tugged on your shirt.
You moved quickly but shakily, pushing yourself up onto to your ass, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You paused at the lacy bra you’d worn, looking up at Jungkook for direction. He was stood at the bed, hand slowly palming himself through his sweats as he waited for you. At your silent question he cocked his head, looking over your body from head to toe before he motioned for you to take the bra off, too. As soon as you’d unhooked the underwear and tossed it to the side, he was moving, pushing you back down onto the bed.
“Hands under your bottom. Now.” You slid your hands close to your body, lifting your ass enough to slide your hands directly under it, palms up so that you were holding your own stinging cheeks as you let your weight fall back down. When you’d settled into a pleasing position, Jungkook moved, pulling off his sweats and the undershirt he’d been wearing with it, getting onto the bed, swinging his leg over you to straddle your chest. You couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips at the sight of his freshly engorged cock, seeing a bead of precum beginning to form at the slit on his head. You flicked your eyes up to his face, sniffing through your slowing tears as you waited to know what to do next.
“Open that whore mouth of yours, sweetheart.” You spread wide your mouth eagerly, opening your lips as far as you could as you kept your eyes locked on his. Your Sir loved to simply watch you when he had you in such a position, enjoying the way saliva would pool in your mouth but like a good girl, you refused to swallow, letting the drool escape to run down your face. It made for an easier time in taking him deep into your throat as well, an added bonus that you saw and experienced the benefit of many times before. Your throat was already raw from him fucking it earlier, but you were practically vibrating at the chance to have him on your tongue again.
This time was no different, Jungkook taking his time to drink in the sight of you lying so submissively under him, mouth literally drooling for his cock. As the spit began to pool, he dipped his fingers into your mouth, letting them rest on your tongue. He pressed down on your tongue once before he pushed them deeper and down into your throat, making you gag once around them as he triggered the reflex. He repeated the motion, beginning to thrust his digits in and out of your mouth in imitation of what was to come again.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth again, sweetheart. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me. Understood?” He waited for you to nod before he pulled his fingers from your mouth, wrapping them around his dick to get it wet. He wiped the excess off on your cheek, dipping a thumb back into your mouth quickly to get more to rub into the skin. “Such a pretty sight,” he sighed happily, giving your wet cheek several firm pats before grabbing his dick in his hand to line it up with your mouth, pushing his hips forward.
His dick was immediately heavy on your tongue, the taste of him lighting up your senses as you couldn’t help but groan when he gave you no time to get used to his girth, pushing deep into your already sore throat. Your muscles contracted around him, choked gags escaping you as his dick triggered your gagging reflex again. He held himself there, watching as you pushed yourself into a state of calm, breath held as he blocked your airways. He gently ran a hand over your hair, praising you silently for being such a good cock slut for him. He leaned forward, holding himself as he positioned his knees better around your shoulders as he began to rock his hips down, starting slowly before picking up his speed.
You could do nothing but lay there, your mouth and throat full of your Sir’s dick as he thrust into you. Your breath was inaccessible under his command, your eyes watering with fresh tears at the pain in your throat and the constriction of your chest. His eyes were locked on your face, watching as his dick disappeared down your obedient throat over and over again, the sweat beginning to form on his own skin from the exertion. You kept your eyes on him as best you could, wincing and moaning, but trying so desperately to please him. You felt you were doing a pretty good job of it, too, as his moans began to increase with each thrust, his eyes beginning to slip shut as he lost himself to the sensation of your throat clenching around him.
Breath soon became too big of an issue though, your eyes beginning to roll as you disobeyed his orders to reach a hand up to dig into the muscle of his ass. His eyes snapped open at the sharp pain of your nails, his hips immediately stilling before he pulled back completely, his dick leaving your gaping mouth with a thick trail of saliva still connected to it. Your breaths returned, choked and heaving as you coughed and tried to suck in as much as possible. Jungkook’s own breaths were heavier, his eyes heavily lidded with this lust as he both made sure you were okay and enjoyed the way you were an absolute mess from his fucking your mouth.
He scooted back to allow your head room to move, gently running the tips of his fingers over your spit-wet cheeks before he was patting you roughly. He smiled down at you as he did, making you smile back in return, even as the sharp, little swats to your cheeks had your eyes wincing shut. He leaned down, curving his back so he could rest his forehead on yours, your heavy breaths mingling as the two of you tried to gain a bit of composure.
“T-thank you, Sir,” you managed to gasp out when your sore throats allowed you to. Jungkook pulled back just far enough for you to see his smirk before he leaned back in, settling his mouth against your ear.
“Punishment’s not over, sweetheart.”
You knew this would be the case, but you still pouted once before he was reaching down to grab you by the throat again, pulling up on you as he swung his leg back over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees as he spread your legs wide enough till he was pleased. He climbed back behind you, settling on his knees as his hands smoothed over the skin of your ass contemplatively. You braced yourself for the heavy, painful swats you knew were coming, biting your lip hard as your Sir landed the first of multiple open-handed smacks on your now bruising skin.
Sitting would be an issue for a good few days. God, how you loved that.
Your moans picked up in frequency as your arms grew weak, your elbows shaking as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your strength left you when his hand landed on your pussy next, making you yelp, your arms buckling as you dove face first into his comforter to muffle the loud moan that spilled from your lips.
“Nuh-uh. Up, sweetheart. Now.” Jungkook’s tone was sharp, his left hand sliding up your back to wind your messy locks around his fingers, tugging sharply to pull you back up onto your hands, his hand holding you still like reigns on a wild horse as you bucked and tried to escape the dual pain of the tugging on your scalp and his palm on your ass.
You were crying from the pain when Jungkook finally stopped, your moans having turned to pleas and whines for him to have mercy on your abused skin. Your safe word never passed your lips, though, reassuring Jungkook that you were enjoying the punishment he was unleashing on your stubborn ass. He sighed, leaning back on his heels as he forced your back to arch with the grip he kept on your hair. He listened to your sobs for several seconds, gathering himself before he pushed back up to his knees, leaning down enough to let you feel his breath on your shoulders.
“Time for me to fuck you, sweetheart. Your disobedient pussy obviously needs a complete lesson tonight, hmm?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you whispered out, widening your legs just a slight bit more to open yourself for the heavy dick you felt pressed against your stinging and hot flesh. You felt Jungkook’s free hand slide up the length of your pussy, sinking all four of his fingers in to get his hand wet before pulling out, wrapping his slick covered hand over his dick, mixing your juices with the precum that spilled from his head. He gripped himself steadily, gently rubbing his dick up and down your wet, dripping lips, making your body shiver when he pressed against your aching clit.
When he finally slid in, it was with little time for you to process being suddenly filled, his hips thrusting into you hard, the sound of your skin hitting his sounding out loudly in his room. Your moan was immediate, though quickly hushed as he pulled his hips back to thrust back into you again in a hard and rough shove, your breath skipping at the force. His hand in your hair tightened its grip, pulling your head further back as Jungkook began to pick up the speed of his thrusts, doing his best to keep his force the same.
His dick ramming into you was an interesting mix of pain and pleasure, the drag of him against your walls making you shiver before he was hitting too deep. Your tears began to spring fresh, whines all that you could manage as your Sir used your pussy, fucking you hard enough to make you begin regretting being such a brat. But the painful pleasure of it all sated your needs just perfectly, your eyes rolling as your body constantly readjusted itself to keep stable under the force of his hips ramming into yours.
You could feel your second orgasm approaching, but you knew you’d need attention to your clit to cum. You chanced reaching a hand between your legs, but Jungkook’s hand in your hair reared you back further, shaking you in rebuke as he landed another heavy slap onto your bruised ass.
“You’ll cum when I say you can cum, sweetheart. If you cum too early again, I’ll leave you like this the whole night.”
“I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll be good; I promise!”
He didn’t respond to your words, instead shaking you a second time before he was pushing down on the middle of your back, forcing you down onto your face as he got up to his feet, keeping crouched low enough to keep his dick in your pussy. The new position had him reaching even further into you, the stretch against your walls making your moans grow louder again as he began to thrust back into you again. Your body was his to control, his hands grabbing you firmly by the hips as he kept you where he wanted, pulling you back when you’d been moved forward from the rock of his hips.
You needed to cum. You knew your Sir could tell from the way hisses were leaving his mouth, his focus narrowing in on the way your walls were contracting more and more steadily on his dick. He undoubtedly needed to cum, too, but the stubbornness that thrived between the two of you always made him want to draw things out as long as possible. Your whines mixed with sobs were all that you could hear, your hearing starting to turn into a high pitched ringing as Jungkook forced your body closer and closer to your high, leaving you wanting as he refused to allow you the relief you so desperately needed on your clit.
“Do you need to cum, sweetheart?” he asked between his thrusts, grunting loudly when you flexed your walls tightly, making his hips stutter slightly.
“You know what to do.”
If there was one aspect of this relationship you’d not expected, it would be how much Jungkook loved to hear you beg. Your pleas weren’t just simple things but were full of the dirtiest promises and wishes, your words always working to push him closer to his own climax, making him feel generous enough to let you have relief. It was all about stroking his ego, something you’d mastered in your time with him. You prepared yourself now, inhaling deeply before you began.
“Please, Sir! Please let me cum! I know I was a disobedient slut tonight, but I really, really want you to fill me up with you cum and then let me keep it in me while I cum. Please–oh fuck, oh fuck–Sir!”
“Sir!” you whined, pitching your voice higher as you grabbed hold of his comforter, needing the stabilization as he suddenly picked up speed. “Please let your disobedient slut cum! I’m sorry I was such a bad whore!”
“Rub yourself. Now.”
You wasted no time, sliding a shaky arm between your trembling legs, your body practically singing with relief as soon as your fingers pressed against your aching clit. It only took a few circles of your fingers for your body to suddenly seize, your orgasm washing over you suddenly, making you gasp before your sobs began anew. Your Sir continued fucking you through your high, the pleasurable relief racing through your body making you unable to process anything further as you cried from the sensations traveling through your body.
The strong and powerful twitching of your pussy walls creating a vice grip on his dick finally broke Jungkook a few moments later, a loud whine passing from his own lips as he thrust back into you at a stuttering pace. You could feel the hot ropes of his cum hitting your sore walls, filling you up just as you’d begged him to. He collapsed back to his knees when he’d finished, slipping out of you as he leaned back on his hands, his chest heaving as he tried to even out his breathing. The two of you were silent in the wake of your mutual orgasms, your sobs quieting down to hiccups.
Amidst the ringing in your ears and the heavy pants of your breath, you could hear Jungkook’s low chuckles before you felt his hands pat your trembling thighs. “Good job, sweetheart. You took your punishment very well tonight.” You mumbled a thank you, unable to fully form the words, knowing he understood you quite well as he pushed himself from the bed, grabbing his sweat to slide back on. Your legs finally gave up their fight when he began to walk back towards the computer desk, the heavy plopping of them against the mattress making him turn back to shoot you a cocky smirk one more time.
“Sorry, guys! Had some business to attend to,” you heard him say when he’d sat down, pulling his headset back on over his head. You slowly turned your head just enough to see him blurrily out of your peripheral vision, brows furrowing as you saw him freeze. “…I thought I did press mute…? How much did you guys hear?” He spun around in his seat, his eyes wide as he met your slowly narrowing ones. But then he let his gaze travel the length of your thoroughly used body, his lips quirking into that goddamned smirk you hated so much because it always worked to send a new thrill of lust through your body, no matter what. “Well, we’re glad you guys enjoyed the show, aren’t we, sweetheart?” You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but from the way Jungkook’s eyes were glittering you knew that’d be the worst idea possible.
Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Stuart Stilinski/Reader, Thomas Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Stilinski/Reader
Word Count: 5668
Notes: Here y'all go. Finally here. So, there’s a lot of warnings for this one, let’s go. *cracks literally every fucking none in my body as preparation* Oral (both receiving), Fingering, Orgy, Multiple Orgasms, Spit Play, Anal, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Squirting, Double Penetration, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Marking, Biting, Scratching, Over Stimulation, Shower Play, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Begging, Dominance, Older/Younger, Orgasm Denial and Choking/Gagging. Huge thanks to Steffy because even though she doesn’t like butt stuff, she proofread this for me. If that ain’ true friendship then I don’t know what is. I love you @dumbass-stilinski <3
Request; Hey could you do a Zach Dempsey smut where you find him jerking off and offer to help him. Also i really love the Musical fingers imagine.Btw I don’t know if you do 13rw Characters but if you don’t you could just turn it into a reggie mantle one Thanks in advance.
A/N; Let me tell you guys how this is another version of this imagine because the first one I was doing my computer shut down in the middle of it so I had to rewrite the whole thing but yesss I do 13rw imagines I love that show and all the characters.In other news I write other things not just smut. I can write fluff romance drama just tell me what you want sis or bro. Idk ask for a part 2 if yah want i lowkey feel this is short but at the same time long idkk
REQUEST ARE OPEN
Warnings;smut,sin, sin,sin ,more sin, jacking off ,blowjobs blah, blah, blah
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon one of those day in April when the weather is cooperating. A day meant to go out , the park. shopping , walking it doesn’t matter as long as you go somewhere to enjoy the weather.Where was I going not anywhere I wished to go. I was walking down the street no not on my way to the park to enjoy this lovely warm weather instead I was stuck studying for a final tomorrow with my study partner Zach Dempsey. Yes you heard right the Zach Dempsey star player of the basketball team.Unlike his teammates he was actually I laid back guy.He knew what mattered.He was pretty smart for a sports guy, He worried about his grades as much as he worried about sports.He wanted to be a biologist or something like that. He told me on one of our study session, I honestly can’t remember correctly maybe I was too busy drooling over the hottie, maybe that’s the problem I’m too distracted by him. I mean the guy is fit from head to toe, I guess sports really do pay off. Oh if he knew the dreams I have about him and how I fantasize over his lips being on mine. Zach and I have weird friendship we are always flirting with each other and making sexual innuendos but we have never made contact that wasn’t just the friend type even though I wished we had. I was early to our study date I was sure Zach wouldn’t mind my parents went out and I didn’t want to be home alone. Zach has texted me earlier to just walk in when I got there. Zach parents were out of town and they took his little sister with them so it was just going to be me and Zach.I reached the long driveway of the Dempsey home and decided to let myself in.Walking up the driveway I remember all the time Zach has come to open the door for me.How he’s always wearing a shirt that hugs his bodily perfectly showing off all his muscles and how his sweatpants always hang low on his hips. He looks mesmerizing each time. I reach the door opening it slowly trying to remember the way to Zach’s room. I’ve been in this house couple of time but the house is a mansion figuring out your way through it is like trying to get out of a maze each time.Making my way up the endless stairs I start to remember the way to his room. When I reach the top of the stairs I hear a something that sounds exactly like a moan. Immediately I regret my decision of showing up early. What if Zach had someone over? I wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.My mind told me to get out of there but my feet wouldn’t listen they had a mind of their own and I slowly walk towards the door Zach moans got louder and I gotta admit they sounded enticing.Tempted to see what was happening inside I decided to look through the breach of the door. The view was captivating and alluring, Zach was pleasing himself his muscles clenching his hair was damped and little droplets of sweat decorated his forehead and his eyebrows were furrowed.His hand moving up and down his exquisite cock and in that moment I desired that my mouth was his hand. As a gasp left his mouth I couldn’t hold it any longer my heart palpitated and I felt my body heat up the place in between my legs throbbing for attention.A sudden wave of confidence flowed through me as I stepped into the room speaking up.
“ Need a hand “ I say confidently
Zach is shocked he pulls his pants up in one swift movement turning the chair to face the opposite way that i’m standing.
“ wha… what did you say ?” he says stuttering
I start walking towards him “I asked if you needed help with that” I said standing in front of him. I sit on his lap and slowly kiss his jawline
“ like I said I could help but only if you want” I swing my legs to straddle him and get close to his ear I start nibbling on it slightly “Let’s be honest Dempsey you want this as much as I do so what are you waiting for” I say and I start kissing his jawline again.He grabs my hips firmly making me me grind on his bulge. I let out a gasp from the sudden contact. we craved each other. I look up at him his eyes darker full of lust the intensity between us growing. He harshly pulls my face to his crashing our lips together and a surge of electricity runs through me.The kiss was passionate and lustful at the same time. Like we had been waiting for this forever and like it will last for eternity. I pull away short of breath and see Zach smirking.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that for” he says panting.I get on my knees making eye contact with him eager to have his luscious cock in my mouth my core burning with desire at every touch.I glidle my hand across his bulge and he hisses. I massage it slowly through his boxers. The anticipation of having him in my mouth is killing me but I also want to tease him. I slowly pull down his sweats and he kicks them off he’s only in boxers now giving me a better view.I take off his boxers looking up at him and batting my lashes I take him in my hands and he bucks his hips upward putting more of himself in my hand I pump him a few times before putting his savory tip in my mouth a suck the tip slowly and he lets out a throaty moan. I take him in my mouth as much as I can slowly bobbing my head up and down he starts thrusting his cock in my mouth making me moan which sends vibrations onto him.He forcefully pulls my hair into a pony tails guiding me. He hits the back of my throat and I gag. I can hear him cursing under his breath and I know he’s close. The view is consuming , he’s furrowing his eyebrows his mouth slightly open letting string of curse words fall from it once in awhile I moan at the thought of having him come undone inside my mouth. I feel him twitch so I moan again. I feel his milky liquid in my mouth and I greedily savor his taste, his delicious cock still throbbing in my mouth.He lets go of my hair I wipe the corners of my mouth and get up.I sit on his lap again pulling his lips to mine kissing him passionately.
“Damn Y/N I didn’t know you were such a freak”
he says still short if breath
“Actually there a lot of things you don’t know about me Dempsey” I say smirking.I get up from the chair and start walking towards the door but Zach grabs me and throws me on the bed pinning me down.
“now its my turn to make you feel good” he says kissing my neck
Summary: A University AU. You have been studying in the library all weekend, although the sexy librarian has been distracting you. Turns out you’ve been a bit of distraction for him also. Warnings: Explicit (+18) smut, public sex, no condom & oral. Also swearing
University was hard and stressful but you loved every second of it. You had made friends with all the History majors, your dorm roommate was hilarious and the campus coffee pop-up stand was a lifesaver, literally. University was everything you expected to be and more, you did think it would be more partying at 4 am but you did go to the occasional one or two at the weekend.
Except for this weekend. This weekend is spent in the library on campus, researching medicine in the 18th century. You had been arriving as soon as the doors opened and staying to just before closing time.
Also, you couldn’t lie the man running the library this weekend was hot. When you walked in on Saturday morning, he was perched behind the oak desk with a book, glasses perched on his nose and long hair tied back into a bun. White button up shirt tucked into blue denim jeans. He was intimidatingly handsome, rugged with the unshaven face but adorable in the sense his mouth moved as he read; muttering the words to himself.
You had, admittedly, been slightly creepy with the staring when reading about history became boring. He was just so intriguing to you. You hadn’t seen him work here through the week, you hadn’t seen him around campus either, he was an enigma to you. You wanted to know more but yet, you didn’t want to go up and just talk to him. So, you kept to sneakily peeking over the mountain of books at him.
When you walked in on Sunday morning it was dead. Everyone had gone out partying Saturday night, leaving the library to be empty on Sunday as they all nursed their hangovers. He was there, sat silently behind the desk, till he glanced up at the door opening and smiled at you. Pride and Prejudice perched in his right hand.
Request: I was wondering if you could do a smut on Jeff Atkins about y/n coming to his house while his parents are away and we want to “Study” but things go another certain way
WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, cursing
“I’m heading out now mom!” I scream as I head for the door.
“Okay hun, text me when you get to his house, love you!”
I say a quick love you too as I lock the door and jog to my car. I’m happy cause I’m staying the night at my boyfriend Jeff’s house. His first game can be next Friday if he passes his upcoming test so I promised him I will help him study before we binge watch cringy romance movies. As I pulled into his car, I noticed his parents car isn’t there. I forgot they went away on a business trip for the weekend. I knock on the door and as soon as it opens I’m welcomed by his lips.
“Hey beautiful” he smiles.
“Hello hunnybun” I joke as I walk into his living room.
“Oh gosh, let me stick to the cute names” he laughs as he jumps on the couch.
“Whatever you say boo bear” I smile as I sit down and put my legs on his lap.
“You don’t have to tell me everything babe” he laughs
“Yeah yeah when do you want to start studying?”
“Uh how about you go upstairs change into your pjs while I get us some food then we can start.”
I nod my head and take my bag to his room. He has such a modest, but boyish room. I change into my clothes, purposely bringing the tight shorts and tank top Jeff loves so much. I throw my hair in a messy ponytail and get our books out.
“So I brought some classic chips and popco-”
He stopped and made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring right at my ass. That made me blush as I tried to pull down the already revealing shorts.
“And y-you expect us to study with you wearing that?”
“Wearing what?” I ask innocently as I turn away from him to put the rest of the books on the bed. I then felt his breath behind me as he grabbed my waist and pulled my back towards him.
“This” He said and started kissing my neck and went from my waist to my breast, knowing I don’t wear a bra to bed. A light moan escaped my mouth as I put my hands over his. I felt him smirk on my neck and I almost forgot what we were suppose to do.
“Babe babe babe” I squirm from his grip as I turn to face him and peck his lip.
“I love you, but we really need to study so I can cheer you on at Friday’s game”
he sighed, but he knew I was right. “Fine fine, but your missing out” he jokes as he slaps my butt.
“Which president wrote the Declaration of Independence then?”
“Um.. Abraham Jefferson?”
“Yeah, no this studying is over, I hope your going to enjoy watching the game on the bleachers with me.” I start closing our books and Jeff grabbed my hands.
“I’m sorry babe, I just can’t stop looking at you that’s all, it’s easy for Jensen to tutor me because he isn’t my hot girlfriend.”
“Shall I dress up like Clay then?”
“No no no” he laughs.
“Then what do you want to do?”
he bits his lip and looks at me up and down as he climbs on top of me. he leans down to my ear and kisses it, “you” he whispers.
I can’t help but moan at how sexy that sounded and push him down onto the bed. I attack his mouth, not that he had a problem. He grab my thighs and squeeze them. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. his hands travel to my butt as his slides his hands inside my shorts. I rub against his pants and start to feel his bulge coming on. He starts groaning and I smile against his lips. He stops kissing only to remove our shirts and turn me over. He starts to slowly kiss my neck, knowing I hate it.
“Jeff stop teasing” I wine.
“Sorry baby” he smirks.
He started to harshly suck on my sweet spot and I moan into his neck. He then goes to one of my breast and starts sucking on my nipple while massaging the other and then switching. I squirm under him, grabbing his brown hair just wanting to feel him already.
“Babe, I want you already” I wine
“In just a second” he smiles as his kisses travel to my thighs. he pulls my shorts down painfully slow, making me a groaning mess. he laughs at my reaction and comes back up to kiss me. I feel vulnerable being completely naked under him so I tug on his sweats so he gets the idea which he does. He pulls them down and went back to sweetly kissing me. I then feel his hands go in between my legs and I suck in my breathe. He circles his fingers around my clit and I try hard not to moan.
“Oh my go- Jeff!”
he bits his lip as he watches me come undone under him. I buckle my hips into his fingers and just need to feel him.
“Jeff please..” I whimper with my eyes a shut.
He doesn’t make me ask again as he grabs one of his condoms from inside his nightstand and slide it on. I can’t help but stare at his huge member and grab it in my hand, knowing he likes me to put it towards my entrance. He groans from my touch and kisses me passionately. He positions himself and stops kissing to look at me.
“Are you ready babe?”
I smile at him for always asking before he did anything. I nod my head and he slowly pushes himself into me. I moan and grab his arm as he stretches me. When he’s all the way in, he stops so I can adjust to him. He starts to slowly thrust into me and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Fu-Jeff- my god” I moan. He takes my moans as his que to go faster. He takes my legs and wraps them around his waist as he starts quickly thrusting to me. I start to lose air from his speed. I dig my nails to his back and come close to almost screaming.
“Jeeeeeff! Fuck! my gosh!!” He puts one off my legs on his shoulder to deepen himself and goes faster. I moan with every pound he gives me. He’s a groaning mess as he whispers curse words with sweat coming down his forehead. His grip on my waist tightens as his thrust become more sloppy.
“Babe I-I’m about to-”
I moan over his words as his thrust still didn’t slow down, but only got faster. I felt my stomach tighten as now both of my legs are over Jeff’s shoulders, feeling all of him.
“Je- I c-can’t” before I can finish I came undone under him.
“Fuck y/n” his thrusts got sloppier as he rode out his high, putting my legs down and kissing my forehead. he slid out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. Both of us breathing hard, he turned over so that he was facing towards me and wrapped his arms around my bare torso. He started tracing small circles on my side and pecked my lips.
“If this is whats gonna happen every time we study, I don’t mind sitting on the bleachers” he lazily smiles.
“Well I’m not, your playing next game so text Clay”