I am thinking of making a request (currently obsessed with Xavier Plympton) so I have many request ideas XD. Just trying to decide which one I want more. My ideas are bit of description, is there a limit on the request?
lmao no go wild 😌 ill get to them when i have time
i saw this somewhere on Tumblr (i think it was a blurb) of Jim using your boobs as pillows and i need something that starts with that and leads to some light smut pLease
if anyone knows where this originated from pls comment so i can cred😌
Pairing: jim mason x fem!reader
Warnings: nsfw, dry humping, female masturbation, squirting, love confession.
WC: 1.1k
Jim laid on your chest after requesting you to remove your bra. He loved to use your unconfined boobs as his pillows whenever you two would sleep in his bed. His head rested on your chest as he scrolled through his phone screen, liking a few pictures on his social media pages. “Okay,” you grunted, “I think that’s enough now, you’re too heavy.”
He lifted up his head and looked up at you, his blue eyes were glossed over as he was coming down from his high. “But you’re so comfortable, babe,” he smiled. He leaned up and kissed you, deeply. He massaged his lips with yours, intently sucking on your kiss and tasting the vanilla lip balm you put on earlier. His kisses were slow and deep, Jim always savoured you.
He kissed your neck, your collarbone, then the small part of your chest that was exposed. You were wearing a thin pajama top that did a poor job of hiding what your naked chest looked like. Jim grabbed a hold onto your boob, squeezing it in his greedy hand and kissing where your nipple pointed through the fabric. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, baby,” he said sweetly.
His light blue eyes never left yours as he kissed you and made you squirm. His cold hands grabbed your tits through the dingy, nearly see-through, fabric and pushed them together. He peppered your boobs in kisses, wetting your shirt with each hasty peck. You moaned as he began sucking on your hard nipples through the shirt. He circled his tongue around the nubs and lightly tugged them with his teeth, coaxing a gasp out of you.
Jim got on top of you, threading one of his legs between yours as he continued licking up your clothed tits and sucking your nipples. You wished that there wasn’t a piece of cloth separating his contact, but he’s always been a tease with you. It’s crazy how many times he’s made you come without even undressing you.
He gripped your tits in his hands and began grinding his hips against you, his thigh rubbed against your sensitive clit. “Come on, Jimmy,” you cried. Your eyes begged him for more, but you’d never get used to his sexual torture.
He paused for a moment. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his thigh still pressed against your core. You could practically feel your heartbeat in your clit, you couldn’t get him to stop now. You shook your head no to him and he kneaded his thigh into your hot cunt again, completely wetting your shorts.
He climbed over you; his lips met yours with passion again. You sighed into his kiss as he continued rubbing against you. You could feel his cock getting stiffer by the minute through his board shorts and he accidentally let a few low groans slip from his lips.
Jim kept giving you open-mouthed kisses, using his tongue to play with yours and colliding your lips together to suffocate your moans. The two of you had to be quiet, you didn’t want anyone in the house to hear you.
He looked down at his leg that had been rubbing you out. You’ve left a streak of your slick on him and he groaned softly, connecting your lips together again. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispered into your mouth, “that’s so hot.”
You smiled against his kiss and felt his hand start to travel down your body. It scraped over the wet shirt, down your exposed tummy, straight to your shorts. He rubbed your clit in circles over your shorts; he could feel how wet you made them from such short stimulation.
You sighed at the contact, slowly raising your hips and gyrating against his hand. You felt your pussy getting wetter by the second and the pulsing getting more intense with each tiny movement. You were so eager for more, springing your hips up and rubbing his hand over your throbbing cunt. He parted from your lips to look down and watch your desperation, watch how quickly he’s disheveled you just from a light touch. “Holy shit, baby,” he whispered.
You put your hand over Jim’s and pushed him into you even harder. Your drenched shorts nearly gave in, wedging between your folds and nearly exposing your bare cunt. His ocean eyes watched you give into your animal instincts and fuck yourself against his hand as if your life depended on it. He watched and he loved every second of it.
“I’m so close, Jimmy,” you whined. Your legs were trembling, eyes watering, and all your muscles clenched. You must’ve looked like a mess, but Jim seemed to adore you anyways.
“I know, baby,” he breathed. He rubbed his hand against you harder and faster, his other hand pushed some of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t speak in a matter of seconds; Jim knew you too well. He knew exactly what to do to make you come. He leaned into your lips, giving a small kiss before parting and leaving you begging for more. “Come for me?” he whispered. “Come on, baby, I know you can.”
“Ngh, you’re so good,” you moaned. You bite your lip, holding back on screaming out his name. He saw your trepidation and leaned down to kiss you, drinking down the limitless moans pouring out of you.
His hand fucked you relentlessly, pacing over your ripened, swollen clit and not slowing until you give him the green light. You bit down on his lip, feeling the ecstasy start to take control of your body. Your breath got caught in your throat and you arched your back, keeping your desirous eyes on him as he completely liberated you.
Your pussy spasmed under his touch, every nerve twitched with each slight movement until your cunt spilled all over his bed. Your juices squirted and spritzed on his hand through the pathetic material that your shorts were made of. You finally let out a deep sigh and relaxed onto his bed. “Fuck, that was good,” you breathed, finally feeling utter serenity.
He kept his hand on your cunt, his other hand gently caressed your cheek as he propped himself over you again. “You’re such a dirty girl all for me,” he said quietly. You put your hand on the back of his neck and sat up slightly to kiss him again. You tried forcing your tongue into his mouth when he placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back onto the bed. “I fucking love you.”
Heyy! I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of Xavier bending the reader over a table and fucking her brains out Love your writing btw ♥️
i kind of love how anon worded this ask so i had to write it shjskhd
Xavier walks you backwards into his apartment, his lips never leave yours. He sucks, bites, ravages your soft kisses. Each nefarious smack coerces a moan to escape your lips. His hefty bulge nearly bursts the zipper to his off-white khakis; just feeling his clothed sex rub against your core makes you wet with excitement.
You start pulling Xavier by his jacket, towards his bedroom, but he obstinately stays in the dining room. He grabs you by your dress, clutching onto the fabric with his assertive grip. “Let’s fuck on the water bed,” you whine into his mouth.
“No,” he breathes. He shoves you onto the polished mahogany table, your hips smack against the wood and you grab the edge for balance. He leaves a sloppy trail of kisses up your neck until his fluffy lips reach your ear. “We’re fucking right here,” he whispers.
Your heart skips a beat and you waste no time, reaching for the zipper of your dress. Xavier helps you slip it off, unveiling your bare chest and skimpy panties. He kisses your neck, looking over your shoulder, and groaning at the sight of your tits. His hands reach up to grab and squeeze them, touching you as if he owns your body. He sighs into your neck, sending a shiver throughout your body. “Your tits are fucking perfect,” he moans.
His open mouth casting a hot breath on your neck floods your cunt. You arch your back, throwing your head onto his shoulder and rubbing your ass against his hard cock. His dick grows harder against you by the second. He doesn’t interrupt your grinding. You rub up and down on his khakis, surely leaving a trail of your wetness on the fabric.
Xavier grabs a fistful of your hair and merely watches you unravel him with such little effort. He tugs at your locks and you hear him cursing you lightly under his breath. He pushes you down onto the table, your face smooshes against the wood. “Enough of that,” he says in a low grunt.
He runs your panties down your legs, you feel the wetness dripping down the inside of your thighs. He cleans it up, slurping up the mess that you’ve made on your legs and ‘mmm’ing at the taste. “How do I taste?” you ask warmly, biting your lip.
He lays his tongue flat on your cunt and licks to your ass, collecting your sweetness. “So good, baby,” he whispers against your core, “like fucking candy.”
You giggle, but get cut off by Xavier licking you again. Your breath hitches in your throat and you let out a guttural moan as his nose digs into your folds, sniffing up the criminally sinful smells of your pussy. He stands again, leaving a throbbing in your cunt as he undoes his pants. Hearing the familiar sound of his zipper being undone and his gentle sigh as he frees his cock. He presses the head against your folds; just feeling his heat against you is driving you mad.
He keeps running the tip of his dick up and down your weeping pussy, you have to bite your tongue not to beg him to stuff you up already. You wiggle slightly when his tip reaches your clit and he laughs. “You’re so fucking wet, I could almost mistake you for a virgin,” he jokes. He groans, pushing himself into your folds, collecting your slick on his rock-hard cock. “Just say the word,” he mumbles, “say it and you’re all mine, baby.”
“Fill me up, Xav,” you couldn’t answer quick enough. “I need you inside of me.”
He sighs and lines his cock up to your hole, you can practically feel his erection pulsing with impatience. “Look back at me, baby,” he requests. You look over your shoulder and he’s smirking down at you. His hooded blue eyes hook you with their lust. “I wanna see how pathetic you look when it goes in.”
Xavier pushes himself into you and your mouth hangs open, shutting your eyes from how he stretches you. A soft mewl chokes out of your throat as he continues slowly stretching your tight walls. You grab his arm for support, nearly tapping out with how long and how thick his cock truly is. “My innocent little girl,” he purrs, “always so fucking tight for daddy.” He thrusts himself inside you, filling your glutinous hole to the hilt and you manage to let out a choppy sigh.
He begins pumping inside of you when you realize you’re digging your nails into his arm, but you can’t stop. It’s like you’ve lost all control over your body, lost all autonomy, but you don’t care because it feels so good. “You’re so fu-ucking big,” you cry. His dick kneads your aching g-spot and you take in a deep breath. “Right there,” you coach him in an instant, “right there, oh my god.”
Xavier listens to you, slowly thrusting into your g-spot. Your eyes roll back as he does this, carefully fucking your tender cunt with soft thrusts. Then he speeds up, pushing you harder against the table and ruthlessly pummels himself into your cunt. He grabs your hair again, pushing you so hard and fucking you so diligently that the table shifts out of place. Both of you are breathing out shameless groans, getting lost in each other’s spells.
“You take me so well, baby girl,” he breathes, followed by a curse. He keeps the same fervor and you quickly feel yourself being flung into orgasm.
You grip his arm so tight and stare at him with tears in your eyes, screaming out pornographic moans as you get closer to release. “Xavier, I’m so fucking close,” you breathe, now slamming your ass against him and grinding your hips to stimulate your g-spot even more. He groans from deep within his chest as you fuck him, your cunt swallowing his dick and clinging onto his length. It feels like your pussy’s nearly splitting into two with how fucking big his cock is.
He takes control again, fucking you faster than before and you ball up your fists. Gripping onto his arm, the table, and curling your toes in sweet agony. You take a moment of pure silence, just hearing Xavier’s skin smacking against yours and his breathy moans. You wait with baited breath, your eyes shut and a tear rolls down your cheek. Then finally, you scream out your orgasm, your pussy gushes its wetness all over Xavier’s cock.
Your cunt twitches and grabs onto him, tightening around his hardy length. The tightness must be what sends Xavier over the edge because he, too, is clearly approaching orgasm. He keeps a firm hand on your back, pushing you onto the table mercilessly, and his momentum slows down. His breathing becomes rugged and he lets out a final breath, filling your hole with his seed. “Mmm,” you sigh, biting your lip and wishing you could taste the obscenity the two of you have conceived.
He pulls himself out of you slowly and rubs his cock along your folds again, making your crotch sticky with sin. You pull yourself up and turn around, resting on the table. Your legs wobble as they always do after a good dicking from Xavier.
He puts his hand on your cheek and kisses you tenderly. “You’re dangerous, baby,” he sighs. “I like you more and more everyday.”
The songs playing in Michael’s four-seater sedan are muted after hearing thumping house party music all night. Generally, you wouldn’t run off with a guy you just met, but Michael somehow schmoozed his way into getting you into his car. He’s parked in an abandoned parking lot of a department store that’s closed hours ago, casually draping himself in the backseat next to you and feeling the high kick in.
You hold a lighter to the bowl of his pipe and suck in the heavy smoke, already getting hit by how strong it is. You cough out the fumes, handing him his pipe back. He snickers at how you choke, as if mocking you for being too amateur. “Your weed tastes like shit,” you spit back at him, subtly trying to hide your coughs. The reality is that you don’t really know if it tastes bad; you rarely ever smoke weed, but it always tastes like shit to you anyways.
“My uncle grows it,” he mutters with the pipe between his lips.
“Well, your uncle’s weed tastes like shit,” you joke a little too aggressively, sinking into your seat. The high is already making everything feel like it’s been thrown into slow motion.
He sits up in his seat and you get a whiff of his intoxicating body spray. “I didn’t bring you here just so you can shit on my weed, okay?” he’s starting to sound a little impatient.
“Bring me here?” you laugh. “The empty parking lot of a department store. So romantic.”
He leans over, a puff of the grim marijuana smoke blows into your face. This time the smell doesn’t bother you; with how delicately it leaves his lips and hits yours, it’s almost arousing. “That’s the thing, baby,” he whispers close to your ear, “I don’t do romance.”
You’ve pegged yourself as the monogamous type and always viewed one night stands as too dirty for your blood, but something is different with Michael. As soon as you laid eyes on him, you wanted to know what he smells like, what he feels like, what he tastes like. He’s so obviously just another jock, keeping score of how many pussies he’s fucked, but there’s something undeniably irresistible about the man.
His lips are inches from yours, still parted from releasing the smoke from his lungs. You take the opportunity to kiss him. His soft lips suck yours, his hand already laying on your cheek to guide your face towards his. He wastes no time, introducing his tongue into your mouth and flicking it around. You wonder what that would feel like on your core.
Michael’s skillful fingers run up your thighs and press against the moist area between your legs. You draw in a breath, your lips still against his. He kisses down your neck, his big lips running along your goose-pimpled skin. He shifts your panties to the side and struggles to stuff a finger inside. “Mmm, baby,” he moans, “you’re so tight.”
“Yeah,” you croak. You try hiding your gasps as he pulses his finger inside of you. “Thanks,” you reply awkwardly, unaware what to tell this stranger who’s inside you. He smiles against your neck.
You convince yourself to blame the weed on your ineptitude and escalate the situation, putting your hand on his thigh. You rub in the denim, slowly moving up his leg until you reach his crotch. Your hand brushes over his bulge, feeling how rock hard he’s gotten under your charm. He takes in a deep breath when you touch him.
You tug at the zipper of his blue jeans, trying to take your mind off of the hex his fingers have over you. He takes his finger out of you and leaves your throbbing cunt to help slip off his jeans. Of course, he just wants to get inside you as soon as possible. But you have to admit, you want the same.
He shimmies his pants off and you graze over his cock, eagerly pulling at the elastic waistband of his boxers and dragging out his thick length. He groans onto your skin, his voice sending a vibration against your vocal cords. Michael grabs a fistful of your hair and drives you down, pushing your head towards his cock. You follow his commands without question, lowering your head down to his bulbus pink tip and beginning to suck on it. You sit on the floor of his car as he continues gripping your hair and ushering you further down his length.
He throws his back and groans when you make contact, sucking his veiny cock and tasting the bitter precum dripping from his hole. You bob your head, pushing him as far as you can into your throat before you start choking, but he mercilessly pushes you further. His round tip tickles the back of your throat and you gag, pulling him out of your mouth and coughing, tears rolling down your cheeks. You wipe them away, hoping he didn’t notice.
You still feel a numbness in your cunt since he’s left you unfinished, so you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. You sit back on the seat next to him, slightly rubbing against it to alleviate some of the tension. He yanks your hair, hard. “Why did you stop?” he asks, visibly annoyed.
You begin rubbing your clit in circles, opening your legs wide enough for him to watch. “Because you did the same to me,” you reply sweetly, then spit down on your wet cunt, dripping onto the backseat of his car.
He bites his bottom lip, watching your juicy cunt dribble all over his car. He leans into you, kissing you again, this time his kiss almost feels like it’s battling your lips. “Oh, yeah?” he breathes into your mouth. “What if I just stuffed you up right now? Fucked your tight little pussy and filled you with my cum? Huh? Is that what you want?” his voice is low, intimidating. It sends chills down your spine.
You just nod. A weak “yes” spills from your lips when he’s already climbing on top of you, pushing you to lay down in the back seat. He spits on the head of his cock and holds it to your entrance. He presses himself into you, filling you up in a matter of seconds. You gasp, grabbing at his arm for support and burying your nails into his car seats.
He pushes further inside you and your cunt writhes in pain. Your muscles twitch as he begins pumping his thick cock. “You’re so fucking tight,” he starts up his mantra again, “you’re taking me so well.”
He pushes even deeper, rocking his hips into your wet cunt. You feel your hole accepting more and more of him with each plunge, your pain subsiding and pleasure rising. His cock grinds against your g-spot, it feels as if he hits every important nerve. At first you couldn’t speak from pain, now it’s from unadulterated satisfaction.
You roll your eyes and throw your head back, hitting the window of his car. “Oh, fuck,” is all you can bring yourself to pant. He fucks you so hard that you keep smacking your back against the door with each thrust. “Just… like… that,” you encourage between thrusts.
He leans over you, his sweaty hand rams into the window, leaving behind an ominous print on the glass. “You feel so good, baby,” he praises, bending down to give your lips another peck.
He pummels himself into you so hard that the whole car is rocking against his thrusts and the air becomes thick, dirty. The two of you relentlessly pant, exchanging grimaces and letting out small groans. You sit up, feeling yourself approach climax, and he grabs onto you, pushing your body flush against his. The pace of his thrusts are faster than before. “Fuck,” he keeps breathing, “fuckfuckfuck.”
Michael pulls you into a hug against him, digging his long cock into you a few more times. His last thrusts getting harder and harder until you feel something warm release inside of you and he lets out a shaky groan. “Oh yeah, baby,” he sighs, flopping back on the seat of his car and taking himself out of you. He wipes some sweat from his brow.
You’re still panting, your cunt aches from edging climax. “Uuh, hello?” you hit him as he pulls out his phone, scrolling on the bright screen.
“Hm?” he replies, not even looking at you. You’re already kicking yourself for letting him convince you into this.
“I didn’t finish,” you say bitterly.
Michael lays his phone flat on his chest; his face twists in discomfort. He sighs deeply, as if you were interrupting something crucial on his cell screen. “Look, um…” he trails off, using his hands to gesture at you.
“Y/n,” you answer for him.
“Yes. Listen, y/n, I’m so sorry to do this, but I have to go back to my dorm,” he explains, you’re already rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “I have practice in the morning. Y’know I’d love to finish you off, but I really have to get going. You think you can do the rest?”
Summary: Michael has taken an obsessive liking to you since he’s entered the Outpost. You’re the only girl he can see himself bringing back to the Sanctuary and helping him rebuild the world, but you’re a bit more defiant than he expected.
A/N: just a lil one shot to switch things up - this is more of my ‘tortured artist’ work lmao i dont think its as sexy as the other things ive posted since is has a pretty non-conish overtone but i thought id try something new.
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Mallory leans over the keyboard in the library, performing each request you suggest to her and revelling in every moment. The two of you reserve classical music for singularly cruel days. Between Venable’s ceaseless perusal and Langdon’s sudden persistence with you, you’ve grown ill. Mallory begins hitting the keys to play your favourite classical song, an upbeat hopeful tune that reminds you of early childhood. You stop her. “Moonlight Sonata,” you tell her, “I’m feeling… dark.”
Mallory eyes you up and down, staring at your gray uniform as you recline onto the grand piano. You can detect her empathetic expression, the way her eyes fall and lips curve into a frown. She knows the only way to aid your vicious mood drop is playing your favourite songs. So, without question, she begins playing the somber, ominous keys.
You lean your head against the piano, hearing each key tick to create a beautiful song. You’re startled by the clicking of dress shoes along the opulent, polished floors. “Y/n,” the calm voice addresses, “Mallory.” The two of you stop enjoying the music and stare at Langdon. He’s dressed head to toe in elegant, formfitting black clothes, his hands behind his back. “Please, don’t let me interrupt. It sounded beautiful.”
You and Mallory exchange a glance. You should’ve foreseen this; Langdon hasn’t been able to leave you alone these past few days. He perpetually sits back to watch you clean, engages you in eerie, bone chilling conversations, and even started the habit of watching you sleep. Mallory apprehensively starts playing the song again, timidly botching a few keys. “I’ll take care of him,” you sigh.
You propel yourself off of the piano and stride towards Langdon. He doesn’t say a word to you, he just stares with careless bedroom eyes. “Any particular reason you were in my room last night?” you keep your voice low.
He passively shrugs. “I like to watch you sleep. Your innocence is… arousing,” he admits with a facetious grin.
You clear your throat, disguising your anger. You don’t want Mallory to find out about Langdon’s abnormal obsession with you, she hates him enough as is. “Innocence?” you whisper. “You don’t even fucking know who I am.”
“Au contraire,” he responds, leaning his shoulder against the wall. You obstinately cross your arms over your chest as he speaks. “I’ve pried through your memories, felt the emotions you bury deep down inside of you, and hear the thoughts you so desperately keep hidden in your subconscious. Darling, I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Bullshit,” you spit, the words passing your lips with pent up aggression. “You don’t know a thing.”
“I know everything,” he snaps, slicing your attitude with his bellicose tone. “I know that you’re wickedly turned on right now. You can’t admit to yourself that being degraded by me is one of your deepest, darkest fantasies because it’ll make you feel like a miserable little harlot.” You’re taken aback by the brutality to his delivery. “I’ve seen you in my mind,” he whispers, “heaving chest and raisoned fingers, touching yourself to the thought of me choking the life out of those glossy, perplexed eyes.”
You feel tears welling, burning in your eyes from humiliation. Although nobody can hear the two of you, those thoughts were private. They were yours. Langdon simulates a reality in which he owns you completely, like you’re his fictious little plaything. You feel your blood boiling; you’re sick of it, you’re sick of him. “Fuck you,” you say through gritted teeth.
“You will in due time,” he mocks.
You hike up your hand, preparing to smack him flush across the face and wipe the pompous smirk right from his lips, but he grabs a hold of your wrist. “Just leave me the fuck alone,” your voice shakes.
He squeezes your wrist tighter. “Mouthy girl. You know I could never stand for that mistreatment in my new world.”
You struggle to escape his rigid grip, but fail at your short attempts. “I’ll never be a part of your new world,” you growl, weakly spitting in his face.
He shuts his eyes when you spit on him, then calmly opens them. Slowly using his free hand to wipe away the white spit that slipped down his cheek. His composure is unnerving, almost like he’s about to twitch a finger and snap your neck in a matter of seconds. Even if he is pondering over that thought, your ego is much too large now to surrender an apology. “Mallory,” he calls, not breaking eye contact with you. His head cocks to the side. “Leave us. Now.”
Mallory stops playing and rises from her seat. “What are you going to do to her?” she asks from across the room.
Langdon finally turns his head over to Mallory, jaw clenched in irritation. “Go or I’ll make sure Venable has your head on a fucking stick by sunrise,” he seethes. His nostrils flare and his eyes narrow on her. If looks could kill…
You don’t look in her direction, you can’t take your eyes off of Langdon. He’s impossible to deal with, his conviction is exasperating and his tenacity is tedious, but he is the most gorgeous person you’ve ever had the pleasure to lay your eyes on.
Mallory’s footsteps quickly pace out of the room. Your heart drops, partly from having your friend leave you alone with Langdon, but mostly because the classical music soothed you in such a dreadful circumstance. “I can provide classical music,” he responds to your thoughts. Langdon flicks his finger towards the radio, and you jump in your spot as Beethoven’s seventh symphony commences.
You feel your body trembling in fear. Langdon always seemed like an overly ambitious, domineering asshole, but he has never shown off his much-gossiped supernatural ability. “What kind of monster are you?” your voice wavers in fear.
He raises a hand and you jump again, but brings the feeble fist to your face and grazes your cheeks softly with the backs of his fingers, the metal of his rings are cool against your skin. You blink out a fleeting tear and he wipes it away, still gripping your wrist hard enough to cut blood flow. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, “I’d never hurt you.”
He leans down and gives your lips a small kiss, guiding your chin closer to him to deepen his kisses. You take a moment to kiss him back, but once you do, he accepts this as admission to devour you whole. He walks you backwards until your back is pressed against the piano. Then lifts up your dress, his greedy fingers find your clit and your eyes grow hazy, still trying to grasp the situation. He pulls down your panties and spits on your cunt.
He rubs the spit into your core and you let out a light whimper. Maybe it’s the fear adopting your body, but you relax as he continues undressing you. Langdon throws the pieces to your uniform aside until you’re completely naked. You’re dazed by him, almost like he’s drugged you, and now all of his advances seem palatable.
Langdon towers over you, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. You can already see how hard he is from the outline of his cock in his briefs. He spins you around and shoves you into the piano, your hips sock the hard wood and he pushes you down, lifting your ass for his consumption. He pries open your legs and you feel his dick press against you. Teasing by running up and down your folds. “You made this so easy for me, my love,” he croons. “Your pretty cunt is just begging for my cock now.”
He stretches you out, stuffing the fat head of his cock into you. You freeze as he does this, clawing at the edges of the grand piano you’re pressed against. He pushes himself deeper inside you and moans, your cunt writhes in pain. You feel your body tauten, embracing itself for another plunge. He pushes himself so deep that it feels like he rearranges your organs, you free a childish cry from your lips, a tear slips from your eye through a blink. “You may bleed, darling, but I can assure you,” he whispers and leans down, his full lips drag against the shell of your ear, “it will be electric.”
You squirm under him, now questioning whether or not you’re in over your head. Whether you are or you aren’t, Langdon is still going to use you like his personal, conceptive project. He hammers into you, growling and praising you for how tight you are. Occasionally you emancipate a moan, but it’s difficult to work past the pain. “Think of this as your baptism into the sanctuary,” he breathes, still pounding himself into your palpitating cunt. He still leans over you, speaking into your ear and creating friction between the two of your naked bodies. “We’re dirtying you up for the hellish dumpster fire of a world that we’re going to create… together.” You shudder at the thought.
The sound of his skin slapping against yours and the loud classical music echoes throughout the abandoned halls. You wish Venable would walk in and interrupt the two of you, alleviate you from the soreness already overtaking your tender cunt, but even she is too recreant to stand up to Langdon. You just have to lay down and accept it.
You feel your body resisting him, but he ignores the obvious signs. Only burrowing himself into you harder when your tight hole tries to reject him. He grabs onto your torso, pushing you against him and feeling his warm skin against your back. It almost reminds you of how you’d feel with a husband, a boyfriend, or simply a lover, but you question if Langdon could even claim that title.
His hands, once gently caressing you, now holds both of your wrists behind your back. Now you surely suspect both of your wrists to develop bruises. “It’ll get easier each day, kitten,” he assures you. His cock pounds your cervix as he speaks, you can’t bring yourself to respond. He uses a free hand to wipe away your tears.
He pulls himself out of you and both of you sigh, presumably for different reasons. “Mr. Langdon,” you say breathlessly, “this is a little excessive.” He laughs bitterly and begins positioning himself for re-entry. “Please,” you cry, not daring to change your position, “I don’t know how much more I can take.” Your breath fogs up the burnished wood.
“Well then, shouldn’t we figure that out?” his voice is as sweet as honey before he pummels himself into you again. You yelp from the unexpected intrusion. Your nails dig into your skin as he still holds a tight grip on your wrists with one of his large hands.
He pulls back your wrists so you stand up against him, your back pressed to his sturdy chest. His unoccupied hand sluggishly rubs your clit in circles and he kisses your neck, biting down on your skin and sucking until leaving a pale purple mark. You throw your head back, leaning it against his shoulder blade and he continues stroking you. His cock so deep inside of you that every movement feels lethal. You wiggle around, trying to find a position more suitable, less painful, but come up empty.
He breathes out a vacillating sigh. “You like how daddy stretches your tight little cunt?” he asks. He pushes himself balls deep and you cry, dropping your head into the crook of his neck. “Your pretty pussy swallows daddy up so well… mmm, you’re such a fucking mess for me right now.”
“You’re too big,” you whine into his burning hot skin.
He breathes out a sinister laugh, as if insulting your inability to endure his rough jabs. His hand careens up your body, glazing over your hard nipples and wrapping around your neck, squeezing tighter with each thrust.
“This is what you wanted, right?” he asks. He squeezes harder, arresting your windpipe and cutting your breath. “To honour me with watching the life drain from your eyes as I fuck your tight hole?” Langdon stiffens his grip on both your wrists and your throat. More tears pour out of your eyes as he slams himself into you. “Pretty, pretty baby, dying by my very hand,” he jeers.
He spits down on your face, that must be turning red from the lack of air supply. Your lips part to beg him to stop, beg him for your life, but all that comes out is a short squeak that’s drowned out by the music. He spits on you again; it runs down your cheek and into your parted lips. He clutches tighter and tighter until your vision becomes foggy, then he lets go.
You hunch forward to collect your breath, still feeling the imprint of where his fingers restrained your throat. You try to wiggle your hands free to touch your neck, but he doesn’t allow you to move. Langdon throws his arm over your chest and presses you against him again, kissing your neck sloppily. You can’t keep up with his undulate sensuality… but of course, none of this was sensual.
His thrusts slow down but he pounds into you harder than before. Each of his breaths turn rugged as he groans against your skin marked in goosebumps. He thrusts one, two, three more times until you feel him release inside of you. Each thrust feels like it shatters your bones. He hauls himself out of you and you drop against the piano again. You feel his seed leaking out of your stretched hole as he finally releases your bound wrists.
He picks you up by grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around, although you’re essentially ragdolling at this point. He runs his tongue up your cheek until your eye, licking up the tears that have fallen while being fucked senseless. Then he kisses you, gently, almost lovingly. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers, “we’re going to rule this fucking world, baby.”
heyyyy!! i was thinking maybe some sub!michael with a bit of a mommy kink?
i imagined this michael hehe
WC: 1.2k
Pairing: sub!michael x fem!dom!reader
You have him on his bruised knees, naked. He’s been sitting in the same position for hours, praising you and kissing up your legs. You tower over him. His blue gaze is full of shy tears, burning in his eyes but never falling. His pillowy lips kiss in between your thighs, fingertips running down your calves because he knows you won’t stand for greedy, wandering hands.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” you whisper. He looks up at you with lust filled eyes; he knows better than to beg, you’ve trained him well. You rake a hand through his soft, golden locks and pull slightly when you get to the bottom. His head his raised to look you right in the eye. Such a big man, they all call him, the most powerful being on this planet. Yet you so easily reduce him to nothing.
“M-may I have a taste, miss?” he hesitantly asks. His doe eyes growing vacant from all the hours of pleasing you, his chest heaving, and his cock is harder than you’ve ever seen it before.
He’s careful with all his actions, moving slow and making sure he abides your countless rules. His big lips tremble awaiting your answer. You lean down to his face, lips grazing his; you can practically taste his anguish. “Yes, baby,” you finally say, “you can have a taste.”
He lets out a deep sigh, but makes sure to move slowly since he doesn’t want to be scolded for being too needy. He moves up your legs gradually, open mouth kisses sloppily working their way to your throbbing cunt. You wanted him to taste you more than you’d ever let on, but you have to keep your face stern and present the utmost confidence.
He finally gets to your pussy, you’ve already soaked through your panties. His large hands run up your legs, fingers each giving their own gentle caress as they inch towards your core. “Ah, ah, ah,” you stop him. He stops kissing for a moment to listen to new orders. “No hands,” you command.
Without making a big deal of it, he puts his hands behind his back, but you know it silently destroys him. He loves feeling your warm hole devour his long fingers. Instead, he goes back to kissing you and licking up your thighs. He bites down on your lacey panties and shifts them to the side with his teeth. You try your best not to moan at his intensity.
Michael lays his tongue flat on your cunt, licking up your dripping pussy. At first, he’s slow, drinking in the juices and savouring the moment. Then he moves faster. His tongue works in between your folds, circles your pulsing clit, and starts chiseling in your hole. He licks you up as if he’s been deprived of tasting pussy for years.
You’re about to order him to slow down, just to tease him a little bit more, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You gasp at how well he’s tongue-fucking you. You grab the back of Michael’s head, taking a fistful of hair, and shove him into your cunt. He sucks up your writhing clit, you can practically feel your tight muscles twitching from his fervent kiss.
You buck your hips against him. “Good fucking boy,” you’re seething, praising him for his stellar ability to make you cum. “You’re my good little bitch.” You feel Michael smile against your cunt, he loves when you degrade him.
Michael does his best without hands, utilizing everything he can. His swollen lips suck your cunt, his tongue licks you up, and his teeth occasionally nibble on your throbbing clit. You grind your hips against him, shoving his face into you even harder. He practically suffocates against your core, but still enduringly licks you up in hot pursuit of your sweet cum.
You feel Michael moan against your pussy, sending a wave of chills throughout your body. His tongue slides into your hole, flicking around in your tight twat and hitting your g-spot. You groan at his vigor, pulling at his perfect hair and pushing him into you with every little twitch. “I’m going to…” you trail off, digging your nails into his scalp.
He doesn’t mind, he only continues to lick you up. Michael’s too lost in the taste of your cunt to even notice your roughness with him. He’s been waiting for this all day, waiting to drinking down your cum as if it were his medicine.
You grind on his face, his big lips cushioning your cunt as his tongue moves to your clit. You roll your eyes back, your heart fluttering as you let out choppy breaths. Michael licks you up completely, fucking you the best he can with his mouth and sucking on your bundle of nerves as if his life depended on it. You see his hands shifting around, aching to touch you but not daring to break one of your rules. He doesn’t want to get punished… again.
You feel yourself beginning to cum, you whole body thrown into shock. You’re trembling, slowing down your thrusts against his face. He sees you’re about to come and speeds up his pacing, sucking and animalistically licking up your clit, shamelessly slobbering all over you.
You push him against you, starting to use your own fingers to speed up the agonizingly long orgasm. Your cunt drips its juices on him in small bursts. He gives one last hard suck and you’re gasping for air as you spew on him. He collects as much of your squirt as he can in his mouth. He opens wide as you spray into his starved mouth, wetting his god-like facial features with your cum.
“Mmmm,” he moans, licking his lips. He kisses the inside of your thighs again as you continue slowly stroking your clit, riding out the short, yet severe, rush of ecstasy. His face is so wet, it looks as if he had just washed it, but he doesn’t dare wipe it clean. “Thank you for feeding me,” he breathes, his breath is hot against your skin.
“Who said we were done here?” you ask, rhetorically.
He bites his lip to hold back a smile and fails. “Do I get more?” his voice sounds so gone, desperate, pathetic.
You gently caress his cock with your leg and he winces, shutting his eyes and taking in a deep breath. You can all but feel his long, thick cock twitching against your leg. He’s so hungry for you. “You get so much more,” you finally respond after taunting him. “You’ve been so good tonight, you can put that little cock of yours inside me.” His eyes light up and you hold out one finger to his face. “Only if you ask nicely…” you add.
He takes in a deep breath, the tips of your toes still teasing his hard cock. He shuts his eyes and releases a jittery exhale, reopening his amazingly blue hooded eyes to stare back up at you. “Please let me fuck you,” he begs, voice quivering in anticipation. “Please, mommy.”
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