smut>fluf plot would include jealousy between reader and woojin. thank you in advance đĽ°đĽ°
Only You
requested?: yes
pairing(s): kim geon-woo x afab!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): oral (f recieving), orgasm denial, fairly mean geon-woo, some form of fingering, spitting, pussy slapping
summary: 725
word count: đŻ/đ˘
a/n: im rlly sorry this is short, i genuinely didnt know what to write, i haven't watched bloodhounds in actual yoinks, i just went with the flow. well, im back from my holiday now, it was really nice and relaxing. now i have no excuses to not write and will hopefully be getting reqs out at a fairly good pace. also, spain won the world cup?? i had every faith in them and i am so so very proud of them! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
your thighs clenched together instantly when you felt the cool waft of cool air on your pussy, forcing you to take in a sharp inhale of air. geon-woo wasted no time in clambering between your legs, lying in what you could only describe as a sniper position as he forced your thighs open.
he teased you with his fingers, running them up the insides of your thighs to just about your knee caps before drifting them back down to your centre. you gushed as his fingers drifted over your clit, barely touching it as they drifted over your nub, making you buck your hips upwards in a rough attempt to chase his fingers.
you saw his brown eyes lock on your figure as his free hand pushed you back down onto the bed. his fingers were now drawing large circles around your clit, giving you barely enough stimulation to satiate the heat that â even now â continued to grow in your core.
his fingers slowly started to draw tighter circles, allowing you more and more pleasure as your hole clenched around nothing. he watched you with growing intensity and hunger filling his eyes, chuckling darkly as he watched your hole flutter in need for something to fill it.
your hips continued it unconscious desire to seek more pleasure as his fingers werenât pressing hard enough for your liking, but geon-woo now placed a heavy arm across your hips, forcing them to stay down as he continued his brutally slow attack on your clit.
your thighs were soaked now from your arousal, geon-woo now pressed on slightly harder, tearing a moan from your throat as you slowly gained more pleasure, and sure enough, you could feel the knot starting to form in your abdomen as your body started to tense.
your breathing started to quicken, turning your soft whimpers into breathy moans as you were slowly driven towards your high. you could feel it coming, the tingles starting in your core and making their way through your body, but just as the waves of immense pleasure washed over you, geon-woo took his hand away before sucking his fingers clean from your slick.
âyou really thought i would let you come? after you spent all day with him, you really thought you would be rewarded with feeling good?â a voice spoke through the haze of your ruined orgasm. once geon-woo was sure the feeling of your ruined orgasm had dissipated, he landed a harsh slap to your pussy, right over your clit, making it twinge with a burning sensation.
your head was thrown back from the pleasurable pain of the slap when you felt the warmth of his tongue flattening and soothing your clit. the burning sensation subsided in record timing as your hands got lost in the roots of geon-wooâs silky hair, the only thing still tethering you to this world as you allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure geon-woo was allowing you to feel.
his mouth and tongue continued its attack on your clit as he began to drive you towards another orgasm. they worked in tandem: sucking and lapping at your pussy, drowning himself in the sweet taste of your weeping cunt.
the pleasure started pooling in your abdomen, the obscene sounds coming from your pussy and his mouth connecting only fuelling your desire to come even more. geon-woo didnât stop, well not yet, as the pleasure continued to build until you were right on the precipice.
only then, did geon-woo stop. you groaned in frustration at your second ruined orgasm. geon-woo only glared up at you as he spat into your pussy, watching your juices and his saliva mix as it made your clit glisten even more than it was previously, if that was even possible.
âyouâre not allowed to come until i say you can, okay? and if you do, iâll not let you come for a week. now make yourself look pretty and get back downstairs. our guest is still waitingâ he murmurs. âand keep my spit there. if i find out you wiped it away, youâll be in even more trouble, okay?â
geon-woo stares at you intently as you nod before dipping back down to place a kiss to your throbbing clit, making your back arch at the twinge of pleasure that shot through you.
Please keep writing fics !! I love your writing sososo much đđź đđź đđź
Awee, thank you lovely. I've just come back from a holiday, so I should get another fic out soon, but I've been pretty busy unpacking, so updates are kinda slow
But thank you so much for the appreciation! I love you all so so much!
Hello lovelies, it seems like I am back in business!
I just wanted to take this time to thank you all with how patient you have all been with me and not posting as much. I know I disappeared off the face of the earth, and I apologise. My life has just been EXTREMELY busy for the longest time and I haven't had the time or motivation to write, so I am sorry for that, but I am hopefully back for a while now.
However, I would also like to say that I am no longer going to take requests for c.ai because I have stopped using the app completely, don't ask me why (because honestly I don't know), but it's mostly just my preference. I was honestly starting to find the app boring and the responses were rubbish, so I haven't used it for a very long time.
But I am taking this time now to say: if you send me a request for a bot, I will not be doing it because I am no longer using the app. Chances are, I will respond to your request and remind you that I am no longer doing them, but this is my first (well second since it was in my latest post, but I know most people probably won't read it on there) announcement to say I am no longer using c.ai and therefore will not be taking any requests.
I know this will disappoint some people, but honestly it's my decision to stop using it, you can respect that if you want, I don't really care, but I'm not changing it to suit some people.
My account will stay up, but it will not be getting used. This may change as I may decide to delete it, but I will let people on here know in advance if I do plan on that
Anyways, thank you so much for having patience with me and giving my blog so much love after my long and unplanned hiatus, I love you all so much!
Remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
Hello, I love your writing!! Could I request a platonic Gwi-nam x GN!Hambie!Reader imagine where they're on the same level of visciousness as him? Like, they're violent and don't have much consideration for others' lives; even making dark jokes and playful quips at their victims' expense? Then for one reason or another, Gwi-nam and Reader team up, basically becoming like a villain duo (maybe Reader also wants to get revenge on someone, it's up to you though)
Thank you in advance if you do decide to write this!
Hambie Party
requested?: yes
pairing(s): Yoon Gwi-Nam x GN!Platonic!Hambie!reader, Choi Nam-ra x GN!Enemy!Hambie!reader, Lee Cheong-san x Enemy!Hambie!reader
genre: angst
warning(s): mentions of death/injury (typical apocalyptic stuff), mentions of jealousy, petty past friendship drama (reader and nam-ra), blood, gore, mentions of school bullying (typical gwi-nam), mentions of threats, ngl DARK themes (please don't come after me because you haven't read the warnings), not proof read
summary: đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đłđŚđ˘đĽđŚđł đ˘đŻđĽ đ¨đ¸đŞ-đŻđ˘đŽ đŠđ˘đˇđŚ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ˘đŽđŚ đŞđŻđľđŚđłđŚđ´đľđ´ đŞđŻ đ¤đ°đŽđŽđ°đŻ, đľđŠđŚđş đŁđŚđ¤đ°đŽđŚ đ˘ đąđ°đ¸đŚđłđ§đśđ đĽđśđ° đľđ° đ¨đŚđľ đłđŚđˇđŚđŻđ¨đŚ...
word count: 1.5k
a/n: okay, so i am so fucking sorry for literally disappearing off the face of the earth. i have had literally no motivation to write anything for the longest time, mixed with the fact that my life has been so fucking busy at the moment, i have literally had no time to write everything. HOWEVER, i am (hopefully) back in business. i would like to also say, i have stopped using c.ai altogether, so i will no longer be taking any requests for bots, i will make an announcement at some point so more people can see this, but yeah. thank you all so much for being so patient with me as i haven't posted since like february, but i hopefully should be back! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla (also, thank you for how much support my account has been getting during my very long and unplanned hiatus)
nam-ra. the smartest girl in your class who always managed to outshine you, no matter what you did or tried. it was never good enough. she was pretty too, always had the attention of every brain-dead male in this god-forsaken school.
look at them now, brain dead as ever, quite literally. moving around like literal zombies â ironic - snarling at every noise and movement something around them made. you made a lot of noise, just to tease them into moving around and snarling. they would never go for you, of course, since you were one of the undead, along with gwi-nam.
you had always noticed him in school, the way he went around, grabbing people he didnât like and thrusting them against walls, uttering demands you couldnât hear before sauntering off, his goons in tow.
you werenât that confident in school. sure, there was people you didnât like who you would threaten from time to time, but you never went full out grabbing them like gwi-nam did. but now there was an apocalypse. barely anyone had survived the initial outbreak at the school, but those who did were easily hunted down.
but it was now time for you to get your revenge. you had already seeked your revenge on many people who had bullied you for the past few years at hyosan, but there was still a few more who were somehow still living despite there idiotic moves.
you had practically been hunting a girl from your class down throughout the whole school, moving from classroom to classroom, somehow skilfully dodging the dead (though it didnât really matter on your behalf). the scent of her coppery blood lingered in the air as you hunted her for one reason and one reason only. food.
you were practically itching after not being fed for hours upon hours upon hours, but you finally had a food source, and nothing was going to take it away from you.
somehow, you had managed to lose your source somewhere between the science classrooms, but you could still smell the scent of blood, so you knew she was near. and it was getting stronger as you continued to wind your way through the halls of the god-forgotten place you once called your school.
just as you had turned the corner, the scent was much stronger, and the girl was making noise, soft whimpers which made your skin prick with anticipation as to the hunt which would soon give you your long awaited reward.
however, you snarled when you came into contact with her. your eyes adjusted to the sight of what was ensuing in front of you, brown eyes met yours as his teeth sunk into the victim sandwiched in-between the two of you. blood dripped down onto his chin and onto his thin white zip-up as he feasted on the girlâs neck. your victim was being claimed by another.
a wave of rage surged through you, completely blinding you to any sense of rationality you had left. the boy in front of you was not hungry, you could sense his greed through the heightened senses you gained after being resurrected after the initial bite.
you could see his smirk as he pushed the defeated girl off him, forcing her to slump on he floor in a pool of twitching agony as the evidence of his attack pooled around her, her hand soaked in a failed attempt to cover the blood so more of the lurking ex-students wouldnât come and find her.
he saw the twitch of your nose at the scent of her defeat as the girl finally succumbed to her fate. the thrill was gone, and so was your dinner. you lunged forwards, but the other attacker was much faster, stepping to the side before you could latch onto him with your sharpened teeth. you hit the floor with a thud, coating yourself in the blood of the girl as you groaned.
a pain shot through your back as you stood back up, bones cracking under skin and tissue as you stared the boy in the eye.
âgwi-namâ you uttered, staring angrily at him.
âthatâs rightâ he quipped with a smirk written all over his face. he wiped the last of the blood from his mouth before he looked back at the girl.
she was cracking back to life as you had seen so many do, as you had also done before as you awoke from your âslumberâ.
âshe was dead meat anywaysâ he spoke softly, you couldnât help but huff a laugh, though you quickly composed yourself. he turned back to you and looked you up and down, probably sizing you up before he spoke again. âyouâre hungryâ
âyou ate my lunchâ you quipped back.
âshame, thought she was wandering aimlesslyâ
ânobody wanders aimlessly through this schoolâ
you stared at each other for a little longer before your eyes snapped in the direction of a crash before a scream. then silence. probably too late. you huffed before looking at the smudged pool of blood the girl â now zombie - had left behind before she wandered off, trailing more blood in the direction she had gone.
you huffed again before turning away from gwi-nam to look for another food source, even a goldfish would do at this point, you just needed something to eat.
your spine prickled as you heard footsteps behind you, before they moved to your left.
âiâve seen you around school before. you hate nam-ra, right?â you donât say anything in response, but glare at him instead. âwell, iâm looking for the group sheâs in with cheon-san. he did this to meâ he pointed to his eye that was all bloodied and puffed up with an obvious wound, how had you missed that before? âhow about i help you find some more food before we go and find the group, then we can get our revenge?â
you stopped walking at that. i mean, you would like to get revenge on nam-ra for all these years you had spent lurking in her shadow, but you didnât necessarily want gwi-namâs help in finding her. you mulled the thought over in your head, thinking of every possible outcome before you made your decision.
âokay, but this next one is mine. got it?â you stare at him intently, your eyes darting between his damaged one and the perfectly fine one before he nodded. you smiled bitterly before you started moving again.
it was another half an hour before you found another victim, hiding out in the library, underneath a table. there was nothing dead inside as you made your way inside, making an effort to find the librarianâs keys and lock the door before you spoke normally. gwi-nam was hidden behind some bookshelves in case the victim tried to make a run for it.
âhey, itâs safe. i locked the door, you can come outâ you said, slightly too sweet for your and gwi-namâs liking, but your efforts were rewarded when the boy made his way out from underneath the tables that had been pushed together to make some kind of fort. âhow long have you been in here? hm?â you asked softly, taking a step closer to him.
the boy gasped as he caught sight of your neck, the ugly scar left behind from the teeth that had dug into you many hours ago, which had left you in this precise situation. he pointed at it. you lifted your hand to touch it, swiping at some of the dried blood that had poured out of it when the wound was inflicted upon you. but you didnât frown, your grin only grew wider.
âoh this old thing? you donât need to worry about that. itâs all healed, iâm all better, seeâ you brought your hand away to show you your clean hand, absolutely no blood. âitâs a shame, though, i was going to show you later on when i gave you one to matchâ
you were closer now, you could practically smell the rich scent of fear dripping from the boy as his eyes stayed locked on your face. you lunged at him, sinking your teeth into his neck. you got a good taste of him before he managed to push you off and booked it towards the other exit, where gwi-nam was waiting.
the boy collided with him around the corner as he tried to explain to gwi-nam what had happened with you. all the while, you had stood back up, slowly making your way around the bookshelf as not to be heard. you locked eyes with gwi-nam as he âconsoledâ the boy about your attack.
the boy caught wind of your return and spun back around before facing gwi-nam again.
âyou have to help me- pleaseâ the boy tried his hardest to plead, but to no avail. you smiled softly, unmoving as gwi-nam stared at you, a fake look of âgenuineâ determination in his eyes to help the boy. and then he spoke.
âi would help, but youâre already taintedâ you took your chance and sunk your teeth in the boy, ultimately bringing him to the floor as you fed upon him.
and when you were done, you only sat back and wiped the evidence of your feast on your sleeve before looking back up at your accomplice.
requested?: no
pairing(s): jake sully x GN!na'vi!reader
genre: fluff
warning(s): honestly not much, a lot of fluff, jake teaching reader about human things, reader speaks in broken english (they are na'vi, they dont speak much english, argue with the wall), sorry for anything that is inaccurate please lmk if there is (i was really tired while writing this and was trying to do my research while being able to describe things, so yeah), the description of jake's gift is very bad, im aware, but i was really tired and had no idea what the saddle would actually look like, so please dont come after me
summary: đŻ/đ˘
word count: 1.1k
a/n: i had a laugh when i imagined the word 'bob' in a na'vi accent, its so funny to me that jake named his ikran bob. happy valentine's day to everyone! I'm single this year again (as per usual), but that's okay because I got my fanfics to save me through the day of couple cuteness. If you do have a special someone this year, I hope you have the most fun and you spoil each other the way you should be! I love you all, have an amazing day. don't forget to eat and drink something, love ya's, mwah! -Cilla
âval-en-tines⌠day?â you spoke carefully, outlining every syllable of the word as your amber eyes stared into jakeâs, he smiled and took your hand in his.
âyes, itâs where you give people gifts that will mean a lot to themâ he confirms, speaking gently as if that would help you understand.
âlike meat after hunt?â jake laughed at your response, your ears twitched in slight embarrassment.
âless communal. itâs personal, so like that waistcloth you wove for me when we first mated, that would be a giftâ he explained, your eyes brightened as began to understand.
âhow long until this val-en-tines?â
âthree daysâ your ears pricked as jake responded, you immediately lifted to your feet.
âi must go, i must get you a giftâ you spoke hurridly as you ran off through the woods to find something that would be perfect for him.
the next few days were stressful for you. you had the correct materials for the gift you were going to weave new ikran gear for jake since his old one was becoming frayed and worn. you had managed to get the most vibrant feathers and the strongest animal leathers. then you got started.
you didnât know how long it would take for you to make the gift, especially with jake always being around you, so you would always sneak off from the camp to a secluded area in the woods to weave in peace, and make it back just in time for the communal meal at night.
surprisingly enough, you finished weaving in two days, meaning you had an extra day to find the perfect addition to jakeâs songcord, so the two of you would always remember the moment you gave each other the gifts for the day your mate found so special.
and when you found the perfect addition (a small crystal which had the softest and most interesting colours), you knew you were ready for the special day.
you woke up in jakeâs arms as you did all mornings, turning to face him as he still slept. it was so surreal watching him wake up in his new body, for no specific reason, you were mostly overjoyed he was one of the people now.
âgood morningâ jake spoke, his eyes werenât open yet, but he certainly felt the intensity of your gaze on him.
âit is valen-tinesâ you had become much better at pronouncing the word now, thanks to jakeâs amazing lessons.
âyou rememberedâ now, jakeâs eyes were open, looking down at you as you lay on his arm. âi made you somethingâ he manoeuvred you so he could stand and look around for where he hid your gifts.
âi also⌠made you somethingâ you still struggled with the language jake spoke, thatâs why you were giving him lessons on how to speak like a naâvi.
you instantly found your gifts, sitting with them while jake scurried around looking for his. he sat down opposite you.
you gave jake your gifts first, too excited to hold back your emotions. you presented him with the gear.
it was woven tight, the leather you had managed to dye light blue to stand out with his ikran. the pattern was intricate with a small carving reading âmaâjakeâ. jake smiled as he took it in, how much time and effort you had managed to put into your creation, however you still felt the need to clarify.
âfor your ikran, bobâ you said, showing him the individual weaving patterns and how it would no longer fray because of the correct materials, his fingers ran over the engraved words on the side. he smiled as he looked at you.
âi love it, thank youâ he smiled, kissing your forehead.
then you handed him the crystal you had found in a cave when foraging. the outside was white, a harsh contrast with the dark purple inside. the crystal caught the light and shone brightly. it was one of the colours jake had said reminded him of you. it was only a small crystal, yes, but it would fit nicely onto jakeâs songcord so he could remember this moment forever.
âthis one is for your songcordâ you explain, jake moved the crystal in the light, creating a lavender glow on the floor below where the light caught.
âits perfect, i love itâ you smiled as he took the gifts.
jake moved you closer to him, sitting in-between his legs as he got his gifts. first, was a bow. it was made from the wood of the home-tree since becoming one of the people. the lower limb was carved to wind and stretch, the wood looking contorted by the knots and intricate carvings. the upper limb was more controlled with a small flick at the end. the string was pulled tight, small beads adorning it. the grip had a light purple-ish leather.
you gaped as your fingers ran over it. your bow had recently snapped and you were using a useless one the young warriors used, but now you had a new one.
âmaâjakeâ you whispered.
âdo you like it?â he asked, concerned by your more shocked reaction.
âit is amazingâ you gasped, running your fingers over the smoothed wood. you stood up and took your stance, feet planted firmly on the ground.
you tested out the bow with your stance, the string was perfect and the bow was comfortable to hold. you set the bow down carefully and tackled jake into a hug.
âwait, wait, i also have something for your songcordâ he pulled out a small amber charm. you took it gratefully. it was some tree sap that had encased a petal from one of your favourite floraâs in the wildlife, it was gorgeous, trapped in time like this moment would forever be on your songcord.
you hugged jake again, though this time more tightly as he stroked your hair and kissed your temple. he brought your head back so he was looking at you properly and kissed you softly, and when you pulled away, jake sat you in-between his legs again. you both weaved the new additions to your songcord into them, and then jake asked you to sing him your cord. so you did.
jake stared at you the whole way through until you finished, then he pressed another kiss to your lips, keeping them pressed to yours for a couple of minutes before pulling away.
âoel ngati kameie maâjakeâ you whispered softly, your fingers cupping his cheek. you felt jakeâs tail wrap around your leg, pulling you closer.
âoel ngati kameieâ he repeats, letting you straddle him as he held you close. âyou are the closest thing to perfection i have ever found, you will always be my loveâ
one where reader goes out with her friends and doesnt tell dante and comes back super late lol
i smell smut coming from this scenario đ¤Ż
Where Were You?
reqested?: yes
pairing(s): dante russo x afab!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): the tiniest kai cameo (i mean tiniest, but i still love him), mentions of alcohol consumption, finger sucking, unprotected sex (you know what im going to say here, but i'll say it louder for the people in the back: WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), doggy, backshots, oral (f recieving), slight breeding kink, (light) fingering, rough sex, overstimulation, reader cant orgasm from just penetration, hair pulling
summary: đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đłđŚđ˘đĽđŚđł đ¤đ°đŽđŚđ´ đŠđ°đŽđŚ đ˘đ§đľđŚđł đ˘ đ¨đŞđłđđ´ đŻđŞđ¨đŠđľ đ°đśđľ, đĽđ˘đŻđľđŚ đĽđŚđ¤đŞđĽđŚđ´ đľđ° đľđŚđ˘đ¤đŠ đŠđŚđł đ˘ đđŚđ´đ´đ°đŻ đŞđŻ đđŚđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŞđľđŠđ°đśđľ đŻđ°đľđŞđ¤đŚ...
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a/n: i am so so so very sorry i disappeared off the face of the earth for like two months, i apologise, i was so busy in my real life that i have had little to no time at all to write. i promise to be more on track for a while because ive had many requests. i also would like to start writing for avatar characters because since fire and ash came out ive been in my avatar phase again (tiktok gave me a massive spoiler and i was very angry, but we roll). but have a very happy new years (even though its like one and a bit months in), i hope this year is the most amazing for you and you get everything you want! i cant thank you all enough for the love and support my small blog has been getting, i love you all so much and take care! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
it was a good night, to say the least. you had left not long before dante returned home from work. you knew he wouldnât be happy, but you deserved to have fun, besides, he would have wanted to pay for the night out anyways.
dante was confused when he got home. you didnât tell him where you had gone, you hadnât even given him a heads up to let him know you were going out. he had tried to text you, but you only gave a small response, offering him no explanation to where you actually had gone. he was not happy at all.
he was even more unhappy when you stumbled through the door, obviously tipsy (you had managed to sober up a little in the bar before you came home). he downed the rest of his whiskey and slammed it down on the coaster before rounding the corner to greet you, except he didnât greet you as you did him, no, he stood there silently.
watching, waiting for you to notice him in your alcohol-fueled haze. and when you noticed his silhouette standing in the distance, he still didnât say anything. you squinted as though you were trying to make out who it was that was stood only a few steps in front of you.
âdan?â you whisper-yelled, dante forced himself to keep his composure, which was a lot harder around you. his mask began to crumble as he held back a smile, he forced it down and kept his frown. (bars) âis that you?â you say loudly this time.
âwho else would it be?â his gruff voice rang out, you let your coat fall to the floor in a clump, you frown.
âdannie i missed you babyâ your words were slightly slurred, you werenât drunk, definitely not because you were still coherent. but your words were still enough for dante to raise a brow, you were never this affectionate with him. well not to his face.
you hadnât drank that much, you knew how to hold your liquor, so you only had around five drinks. you still knew what was going on around you and was definitely not as drunk as your friends by the time you had been picked up by an uber.
dante walked fowards, looking down at you, gliding one of his hands down your upper arms to your elbows. his eyes pierced into yours in the dark, your lips were parted in such a way it had him feeling hot, he couldnât help it. you looked all dolled up tonight and it wasnât for him, given, he was less angry about the fact it was for your friends, but he was pissed off about the fact that you hadnât given him a heads up to where you were going.
he cupped your elbow, his head dipping down just enough to brush his lips against your glossed ones before he decided against his actions. you chased his lips, trying to get the kiss you craved as he knelt down in front of you to pick up your coat. he stood to his full height and put your coat along with the other âover-pricedâ ones.
then, he took your elbow again and lead you upstairs. he told you to get comfy in bed so he could bring you a drink, just because he was slightly pissed didnât mean he wasnât going to return back to his gentlemanly duties.
when he came back, you were washing your face, ridding yourself of the grime and dirt of the day passed. he sets the glass of water down on your bedside table and sat on the edge, waiting for you to return from the bathroom, and soon you did. you climbed into bed, dante watched as you did so, not making any move to join you just yet.
you sat with your back against the headboard, you both watched each other intensely. danteâs eyes roamed over you, you were no longer dolled up. your hair was brushed and neat, but your make up was gone and you were now wearing nothing but panties and an oversized shirt, one that you had stolen from dante when he went boxing with kai.
he saw the curve of you breast under the shirt, nipples just peaking through the thin fabric before it curved back down to your stomach, crumpling there slightly. the shirt covered your thighs when standing, but now you were laying down, the shirt barely covered your lower stomach.
he could see your panties, the covers barely brushing the parts of your upper thighs. he swallowed thickly and looked away, you only picked up the glass and started drinking from it, gulping down the water inside. dante watched as you did, his eyes flitting from the way your throat moved to the way your eyelashes touched your cheeks from the relief of the liquid.
you didnât know he was nearing you until you felt a dip in the mattress on the side of the bed dante slept. a hand gently pried the glass from your grip and placed it on the nightstand next to you.
when you opened your eyes again, danteâs face was extremely close to yours, looking down at you with an intense lust in his eyes. you didnât know when, but sometime when you were busy downing your water, you had managed to spill some down your chin, leading to it dribbling all the way down the column of your throat and into your shirt where it dried up.
dante traced his index finger up your throat, his finger dragging up the stream of water that had been left behind until getting to your lips. during his fingerâs journey, your eyes had never left his, and his had never left yours. his thumb prodded at your lip before you allowed his index and middle fingers to slip into your mouth.
you instantly wrapped your tongue around them, relishing in the coppery taste. you closed your eyes as the taste overwhelmed all of your senses, allowing you to get lost in the sensation of his fingers pressing against your tongue, making you gag slightly. dante broke the silence when he tutted.
âkeep your eyes open for me, mia caraâ he pulled his fingers from your mouth. it wasnât long before his lips crashed down against yours, making you moan into his mouth.
you arched your back into him as his tongue traced your bottom lip, silently asking for an entrance, and you would be damned if you didnât allow him. his tongue tangled with your frantically, fighting for dominance. dante won, as he did most nights.
soon, he climbed on top of you, slipping his knee in-between your thighs and applying a bit of pressure to your clothed clit. the rough fabric rubbing into you created the best tension. you relished in the way his knee rubbed against you, not soft but not hard either.
you were instantly soaked, a wet patch forming in the middle of your shorts, beginning to seep through onto his trousers, painting them a deeper shade than they already were.
âsuch a dirty girlâ he says, beginning to kiss down your neck, his tongue licking the skin softly before he nipped at your earlobe. âand a naughty one too, not telling me where she was going tonightâ his nipping became harder, nipping the skin until he got all the way down to your collarbone and worked his way back up to your lips, but he didnât kiss you.
he hovers above you, watching your face as he removes his knee, replacing it with his fingers, starting with his index finger, pumping it a few times before adding his index as well. the way he stretched you out on his fingers was delicious, but the way his thumb joined and pressed against your clit was even better, making you jolt with pleasure.
he started off slow, pumping his fingers and swiping his thumb over your clit softly, but he soon worked his way up to a brutal pace, curling his fingers with such intensity that he had you arching your back off the mattress in seconds. the sounds you were making were close to heaven in his eyes, making his cock harden and strain against his - more relaxed - trousers.
it was no secret this far into your relationship that you had to rely on simulation from your clit to get you closer to your edge, so dante would always focus on the nerve as if it was the thing that relied on all of his happiness. his thumb continuously swiped against your clit, occasionally circling it and occasionally pressing into it to make you jolt.
you could already feel the pleasure building in your lower stomach, becoming more and more uncomfortable, making you squirm, but dante didnât care. he didnât even slow his fingers, just kept doing what he was doing. your nails dug into his bicep for a bit of leverage, trying to keep yourself grounded as you tipped over the edge.
your back arched into him as you came, clamping around his fingers as he kept them moving steadily, the friction from his thumb brushing over your clit made your hips jump towards him, your nails were digging into his bicep tighter now, wanting to keep you grounded.
and when you finally came to your senses, danteâs hand had been finally been removed from your pussy and he was sucking them clean, watching your face as you came down from your complete ecstasy. he was already moving down the bed when you let out a puff of air, your chest rising in fast and hurried motions as he gently peeled your knickers down your legs and threw them off to the side somewhere.
he shifted you so you were more centred on the bed and spread your legs. the cool air nipped your pussy as you tried to close your legs from the sensation.
âyouâre fucking dripping, mia caraâ his eyes went from between your pussy to your face, watching as your eyes closed softly before opening them again, you were clearly getting more worked up by his words, your body betraying you as your hips wiggled upwards, wanting more friction.
he smirked and wasted no time in dipping down, his lips instantly finding your clit and sucking harshly, nipping as well; you immediately knew it was going to be a long night of pleasure and nothing but. your hips stuttered as he had to hold them down on the bed, needing you to stay still as he devoured your pussy like he hadnât eaten in days.
his tongue flattened over your clit after a particularly hard nip, instantly soothing the burn it gave you. your thighs were shaking as he lifted them over his shoulders to get even deeper. your heel dug into his back as your toes curled, your back arched when your hips couldnât move. danteâs mouth moving so fast you couldnât comprehend what he was doing and when.
your next orgasm began in a blur, you werenât even sure when the pleasure built up into something deep in your lower abdomen. you were close and dante knew, but he wouldnât stop not yet, not until you had learned your lesson. the sounds that continued coming from dante were obscene and matched with his languid strokes of his tongue, almost like he was the one getting all of the pleasure (though he practically was as you caught his hips rutting against the mattress) to pull you closer and closer to the edge again.
the pleasure was so much and so little at the same time, it was so good it almost burned. you were squirming so much beneath dante, he had to hold you against his face, your juices coating his chin and mouth area, as well as his nose. he whimpered and moaned against you, the vibrations just drawing you closer and closer to the edge.
your pussy clenched around nothing as you came, hard, on his mouth. he slurped up all of the juices that gushed out of you, wanting to taste every part of you as if he hadnât had you in decades. he rode out by continuing to lap up everything around your now tingling clit. your toes were curled and your eyes were screwed closed.
by the time your eyes were opened again, dante was wiping his mouth and looking down at you with nothing but lust and want in his eyes. you couldnât do much but lay there and stare up at him.
he said noting as he flipped you over and forced you up onto your hands and knees. dante was on his knees behind you, he began kissing up your back until he got to the base of your neck, then he started nipping and sucking, earning whines and small noises from you.
âyouâre going to learn what happens when you leave without telling anyone, mia caraâ he moved off of your back, releasing some weight so it was somewhat easier for you to stay upwards. you huffed as the weight was released.
your puff of breath instantly turned into a noise of shock and pleasure as dante forced his cock into you. he groaned when you managed to take him all, as you always did.
âoh just like that, good girlâ dante panted, already wanting to start moving, but he couldnât bring himself to move before he had allowed you to adjust from the pleasurable stretch he gave you.
âoh fuckâ you moaned out your pussy already clenching involuntarily around his cock, he groaned and gripped your hips tighter, enough to bruise by morning if he wasnât careful.
your pussy soon adjusted to his thickness, you let dante know by pressing your hips further into him. his left hand instantly flew to your hair, pulling your head back so you were staring directly in front of you at the wall. you let out a small pained sound at the action, before trying to fuck yourself further onto his cock.
dante held you there as he started to plunge into you relentlessly, hitting that spot inside of you that made you feel oh-so good, but never managed to make you come, but neither of you minded. you both had your ways of making you come.
you felt good, but you didnât feel good enough, you needed his fingers on your clit to make you come; but you knew better than anyone that dante was teasing you. he was going to make you cry with pleasure before he allowed you to get so much as close to the brink of your ecstasy.
you could practically feel the presence of danteâs smirk, he held your hair back with such ferocity that, in some places, your scalp was beginning to burn, but you were too lost in the feeling of his body moving roughly against yours to care.
his thrusts were malicious and meaningful, brushing your cervix with each stroke. the moans and sounds he was letting out were downright sinful as he continued to tear into you with an unmoving pace, not allowing you to keep up with your pleasure for long.
once dante had his fun (making sure he would get to the brink at the same time as you by fucking you relentlessly), he dragged his fingers down your spine, pressing at the right parts to make you arch your back towards the mattress.
your legs were starting to give up holding your body weight as danteâs fingers found your puffy clit again and circled it relentlessly, his pace never faltering as he pounded into you, making the headboard hit against the wall with a dull repeated thud. your mouth was in the perfect shape of an âoâ, moaning helplessly as dante continued to make you feel good with barely any time in-between to comprehend what was going on.
âyeah?â dante mocked, staring down at you with a condescending gaze, watching as your body jolted with every ounce of pleasure he gave you. he would make sure you took it all.
your hips stuttered as the force of your overstimulation bore heavy on your body. your limbs were aching from keeping you upright for so long. the only thing that was holding you up was danteâs tight grip on your hair, only tightening with his oncoming orgasm.
his hips jutted as he got closer, his pounding dying down and instead being replaced by a deep and intimate rut, jerking the two of you forwards with each of his motions. his fingers kept their pace on your clit, rolling the nub, matching his strokes with the thrust of his hips.
you felt the coil snap in your lower stomach at the same time as his cum spurting out of his cock, dante stared down at where the two of you met, watching as you clenched around his cock, groaning at the sight. somewhere in-between bliss and the real world, you had collapsed onto your stomach, moaning into the pillow as you came before him. dante flipped you over and spread your legs again, taking in the sight of his milky white cum dripping through your folds, he gathered his cum on his fingers and pushed them into your weeping pussy.
âgotta make sure it keepsâ he muttered, furrowing his brow as he concentrated on pushing his cum back into your pussy. you writhed beneath him at the overstimulation as he continued, murmuring things that were incoherent to you as you were still so far away, barely even enough time to come down after your high.
dante held your hips down, making sure you couldnât move much as he continued to push his hot, sticky cum back inside of you. you couldnât make out what he was saying as your face was flushed red, barely even awake. dante caught on eventually, realising what he had put you through that night.
only then did he stop, scooping you up into his arms and taking you to the bathroom. your face was pressed against his bicep - practically drooling - as he ran a bath, putting all the bath salts and soaks he knew you put in your baths from watching you over the years.
he sat back with you against him as you both waited for the bath to fill. he tucked your hair behind your ear and stared down into your eyes with an intense gaze as you stared up at him with a half-lidded one.
Heyy, can you do Seo Yi-su x f!reader story? I'm not sure if you can do this because she's young in the real serial but if you could?? Then pleasee
Hi love, I'm going to be so honest with you here I started the series but never finished it so I don't think I could write this for you
Again I am so sorry but I don't know the character that well
I will be taking sweet home off my master lists and things because I don't have any plans to watch it as I have been really busy atm
I will hopefully be posting soon, aswell as that I will be sorting my master lists because I've realised how many of the fics aren't linked to them anymore, so I do apologise if you've found that, I've honestly just noticed
this year i'm going to stop using pictures in my fics, i may go through all of them and get rid of the pictures simply because i don't like the way they look because they make the fic look even more bulky than some of them even are.
i know most of you wont care lol, but just in case you wonder where the pictures have gone, here you go
requested?: no
pairing(s): kim mingyu x afab!reader
genre: fluff
warning(s): mentions of pregnancy, a lot of fluff, mentions of alcohol (very vague, but its the holidays), kinda oc (mentions christmas is readers fav holiday), no pronouns used (implied reader's sex is female, but there are still no pronouns used)
summary: đŻ/đ˘
word count: 722
a/n: ho ho ho! its that season again (by far my favourite). merry christmas everyone! look after yourselves over the holiday, i hope yiu have an amazing christmas and new years. this is a little fluffy fic i came up with for the holiday season, i hope you like it! but have a very merry christmas wherever you are, i hope all of your christmas wishes come true and stay safe! remember to eat and drink something, thank you for all the support and love on this blog, i love you all so much, merry christmas, mwah! -Cilla (p.s. i thought i would bring back the foundations of this blog and write about the one and only, kim mingyu)
You can also find a Christmas Lewis Pullman bot on Character.ai HERE
you had known for a couple of days at most.
the late period, the morning nausea, endless fatigue. you knew as well as the next person that you were pregnant, but you didnât know how to tell him.
kim mingyu, aka mingyu, aka your boyfriend. he was good to you, amazing even, but he was famous and you were not. just an ordinary person with no fame (though you had started to get more famous after the two of you became public) but you werenât sure how the public would react when news about your pregnancy got out, you didnât even know how mingyu would react, but you knew you had to tell him. so, you devised a plan.
christmas was your favourite time of year, and you decided that was the best way to tell him, since you had only just found out. but then christmas rolled around, you were terrified.
you had the box wrapped and prepped, but you were too scared to actually do it, and you didnât know why. you knew mingyu would want kids eventually, you had talked about it not that long ago, but you were terrified. what if he really wasnât ready? what if he didnât want you to keep it? what if he fell out of love with you when you got more round and moody?
âbaby? you okay?â he spoke up, you had been staring into space for the past few minutes, barely touching the food on the plate in front of you. both of your families sat on the table around you, buzzing with chatter and festive excitement. mingyuâs fingers brushed against your knee under the table. âyou feel sick again?â
âno, iâm okay. promiseâ you offered him a smile, though he wasnât fully convinced.
mingyu had known you long enough to know when you werenât feeling yourself, this was one of those days, but he didnât want to press you any further and left you to eat your food, still keeping one eye on you.
the dinner and the rest of the day went well, both of your families leaving at various points in the day, but now you were left alone, just the two of you. you were both sat, watching one of your christmas favourites when mingyuâs hand drifted from your hip to your stomach, rubbing soft soothing circles. you tensed under him. he paused the movie and moved you to sit up to face him.
âwhatâs going on? youâve been acting weird for a week nowâ he states simply, staring at you. you searched his face for something, anything. âare you gonna tell me? if youâre falling out of love with me, just say itâ your face fell.
âno-thatâs not-â you took a deep breath, âi have one last present for youâ
âwill it explain why youâre acting weird?â you nod in response before going upstairs to grab the box.
mingyu opened the lid slowly. it was wrapped in striped wrapping paper, but inside was what struck him the most. pink and blue confetti surrounding a baby onesie. âiâ heart âdaddyâ was featured on the front of it, and wrapped carefully inside the onesie was the pregnancy test that confirmed it all. two lines, one confirmation.
âyouâreâŚ?â he had tears in his eyes. you had seen mingyu cry before, but this time? it had you practically sobbing, âoh my babyâ he pulled you close to him, stroking your hair while his other hand went down to your stomach and flattened against it âmy babyâs babyâ he spoke gently.
you let out a bark of laughter at his words. he held you there for a while, pressing kisses to your temple and cheeks as he stroked your hair and back.
âiâm sorry i was acting weird- i was just so scaredâ you whispered, finally meeting his eyes.
âscared of what?â
âi thought you would leave for some reasonâ
âoh my baby, i would never leave you. youâre everything to me, i love you so much and i would be a stupid and careless man to leave such a talented and amazing person like youâ
âi love you so much, gyuâ
âi love you, babyâ he brought your lips to his and closed his eyes. the kiss was salty, a cross between yours and his tears. âbest christmas surprise everâ
Hello!
Would you mind doing an aguni x teen reader, where he finds the reader having a panic attack and he comforts them? Particularly set in like. the beach episodes- if that makes sense.. Idk, I binge watched all of aib in 3-4 weeks and aguni seemed like such a father figure to meALUHLIGHUALUHUSIA he healed a bit of meâđ˝đĽš
Completely okay if youre not comfortable with this, have a good day!!!!!
My Saviour
requested?: yes
pairing(s): morizono aguni x gn!teen!platonic!reader
genre: fluff, bit of angst
warning(s): reader has a panic attack (please talk to someone if you are struggling with these), aguni and reader have a PLATONIC relationship, mentions of blood and injury, set during the witch finding game
summary: đŻ/đ˘
word count: 665
a/n: im trying to get through my drabbles first, happy christmas eve everyone (its christmas eve for me, i dont know if it will be for you, but i hope you have/have had an amazing christmas eve) i am so excited for christmas you don't even understand. aguni gives me major dad vibes its actually crazy, but i love the platonic stuff written about him, its so cute and it makes me feel so happy, but please do talk to someone if you are struggling with panic attacks, i hope the best for the people who do and i hope you are getting better. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
it was hard to breathe, there was too much going on.
gunshots echoed through the halls of the beach, niragi and his men shooting aimlessly at innocent people in hopes of finding the witch. tears welled up in your eyes as you stuck your head in-between your knees, trying to drown out the noise.
tears flowed down your cheeks, dripping down to your chin. you were a mess, trying to stop the sobs wracking through your body, but it wasnât working. nothing was working.
what if you were next? what if niragi or one of his people found you and killed you? you werenât ready to die. and aguni? you thought he was a good guy, he was the first you had ever met and he helped you during your first game in this weird land. he protected you, and now he was helping kill all of those innocent people.
you tried everything you could to distract yourself from the lingering thoughts of death and morbidity, but nothing was working. you couldnât stop your hands from shaking and you still couldnât breathe. your sleeves were soaked from wiping your tears which still fell.
you instinctively held your breath when voices drew near the room you were in. someone had said something about splitting up and looking through all of the rooms, there was two of them, but you couldnât recognise the voices. you shrunk further into the corner you were tucked into, perhaps trying to hide or protect yourself. it was an unconscious movement, something aguni taught you to do when you were in trouble and had nothing to defend yourself with.
and thatâs when you ran out of luck. the doorknob of the room twisted and turned, the force of the person behind the movement rattling the door. you had locked the door when you had ran in there, but a lock against a gun? it wouldnât withstand anything.
a shot rang out, making you flinch where you were curled into yourself, the door opened, just slightly, but light poured into the room. a head poked into the room, looking around before they opened the door fully.
aguni.
you werenât hidden that well, only tucked into the corner trying not to move as you didnât want to be seen. it was too late, he wasnât stupid. he had already seen you, bunched up and trying your hardest to focus on breathing.
he closed the door behind him, tossing his gun down onto the bed. he hastily moved towards you.
âiâve been looking everywhere for youâ he whispers.
âplease donât kill meâ you sobbed out.
âsh, shâ he wiped your tears with his thumb, âiâm not going to kill you. iâve been looking for you to know youâre safeâ you let out a small helpless noise at his words, you didnât know whether to believe him or not, given the past events, âi know you donât trust me right now, but please, you need to tryâ
you couldnât speak anymore, it was too hard to breathe. you were starting to feel dizzy, gripping onto aguniâs arm as he held your elbows just so you could stay somewhat grounded. his voice started to sound far away, you didnât know if it was the fatigue getting to you, or if it was how short and frantic your breathing was, but you were feeling more and more faint by the second.
âbreathe, sweetheart, you need to breatheâ gunshots sounded again outside, drowning out his voice. âiâm going to get you out of here and somewhere safe, okay? then after the game is finished, iâll come find you and we can get out of hereâ he rubbed your back in a soothing manner, you nodded, albeit the anxiety still running through you. âatta girl, come on, youâll be okayâ
he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he helped you stand, and that was all you needed for comfort, you knew that you would be safe in his arms.
hii could request a blood hounds fluff/smut gun-woo x reader
After Training
requested?: yes
pairing(s): kim geon-woo x afab!reader
genre: fluff/smut
warning(s): not many, soft sex, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it)
summary: đŻ/đ˘
word count: 620
a/n: i still have a lot o requests to get through, i will be writing a festive special though. i have had a lot of thoughts about what i should do for it, and i came to a conclusion. you will see when its out on christmas day. i am hoping to get all requests done for new years, along with a new year special which i am also hoping to get written and done by new years. i never actually finished bloodhounds, so this is fun, plus i haven't watched it in ages, so i'm sorry if my knowledge is sloppy, but there isn't much related to the actual show in this drabble. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
geon-woo trained a lot, you knew that, so he was gone a lot. not to mention he was busy fighting off loan sharks quite a lot. you didnât see him a lot, but when you saw each other, he made that time special, something neither of you would forget.
geon-woo had just come back from training. his hair was dripping from a hasty shower, and there was still the scent of his sweat lingering around him. it was him, so uniquely him.
it had only been a couple of hours since you last saw him, of course it had, but the sight of him still damp and smelling of sweat had you rubbing your thighs together from where you sat on the sofa. you were instantly soaked, sticky and horny. geon-woo watched you from the front door.
you stood from the sofa, he slowly walked towards you. he knew you well enough to know you were horny already. he cupped the back of your head and leaned down to kiss you. as soon as his lips were on yours, you moaned into his mouth, pushing him back onto the sofa.
you dragged his joggers down his hips, along with his underwear with help from him, lifting his hips up in order to make the ordeal easier. you straddled him instantly, grinding against him, he was instantly hard, pre-cum already leaking from his tip.
you were only wearing panties, so all you had to do was slide them to the side. you were already soaked, so it didnât take much for geon-woo to be able to slide into you.
you moaned as soon as the tip of his cock nudged your cervix. his eyes were trained on you, watching as you adjusted to his size again, and when you did, you began to move. you rocked your hips against his in circles before gradually moving to bouncing.
geon-woo kept his eyes fixed on your face, watching as it contorted and twisted in pleasure. he reached his hand down and toyed with your clit softly, adding to the stimulation, making you throw your head back, but it was brought back down when he tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your head back down.
the two of you were now face-to-face, geon-woo leaned up and captured your lips in a soft but passionate kiss.
âyouâre taking me so well, baby, just a little bit moreâ he spoke as he pulled away, you chased his lips with yours, but this time he only pressed his head to yours and stared into your eyes, wanting to watch every part of you fall apart when his cock finally made you come.
his fingers worked faster and faster, making you feel like you were in the clouds, but not quite bringing you to the edge, not yet. you wanted to wait for him so the two of you could come together.
the smell of him was now completely overwhelming every sense in your body, your muscles started to work faster, wanting to make him feel good so you could see his pretty face when he finally tipped over the edge of release.
and thatâs just what you did. your pussy squeezed down around him as you finally toppled off the edge, making him come with you from the intense pleasure you were giving him. he watched you the entire time, as you watched him.
you both fell apart completely, your sounds mixing together as you felt complete ecstasy and nothing else. you pressed your forehead to his as he removed his fingers from your clit, instead gripping your hips and bouncing you, riding you both out of your highs together.
Iâm begging on my hands and knees for more Owen smut! There is literally nothing for him and Iâm so devastated. Heâs so fucking hot Iâm sorry, I know heâs a shit character but you can still think heâs fucking hot; would you consider writing for him but with an of age reader who is obvs not a minor !
Maybe reader is really bratty and teases him but they canât stand eachother and one day he snaps and ends up fucking the absolute daylights out of her (which she fully enjoys) pls bonus points for dirty talk and choking kink xx
Learn To Love
requested?: yes
pairing(s): owen taylor x afab!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): (slight) mentions of church/religion (not specified if reader and her family are religious, so each to your own), for purposes of this fic owen is not taken (I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING, DO NOT DO IT), reader chews gum (show horror), angry sex, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation, degredation, teasing, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it, its getting cold again), spanking, choking, dirty talk, hair pulling
summary: đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đ°đ¸đŚđŻ đ¨đŚđľđ´ đ´đŞđ¤đŹ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đłđŚđ˘đĽđŚđł đľđŚđ˘đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ đ°đˇđŚđł đ˘đŻđĽ đ°đˇđŚđł, đŠđŚ đĽđŚđ¤đŞđĽđŚđ´ đľđ° đąđśđŻđŞđ´đŠ đŠđŚđł...
word count: 3.5k
a/n:i feel you boo, i really do. ugh, i love all of the characters lewis plays. skincare (nothing else needed). THE TEENAGE DREAM SCENE?!?! #NEEDTHAT. nobody couldve prepared me for that SCRUMPTIOUS scene. anyways, there isnt much fics out there for this man (and i see why) but here you go anon, hope you all enjoy bc i poured my heart and soul into this (thats why its so late, i send all my apologies)! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
owen taylor. he made you so very infuriated that every time you looked at him, your heart started beating ten times faster than the average person. you hated him, despised of him. owen taylor and his cocky attitude and his arrogant façade. it enraged you, and you hated him for making you feel how you felt. you hated him, until you didnât.
unfortunately enough for you, your families were very close, and you couldnât drive, which meant owen had to drive you home from church every time you and your family attended, much to your dismay.
however, that is not to say you didnât annoy owen as well, because you did. your favourite way to tick him off was chewing gum. yes, it was seen as sinful, but it was a habit you couldnât break out of, so you did it anyways.
there was various times where you would sit in the passenger seat of owenâs car and pat your thighs rhythmically to the tune of the song playing on the old radio station he listened too after all this time, chewing gum with no care in the world. until owen ruined your fun by sticking his hand out in front of your face, gesturing for you to spit the sinful object into his hand, you always did, perhaps annoyed (fearful) that he may kick you out of his pick-up and force you to walk all the way back home, in the cold, in the dark.
he never made the threat, but you werenât willing to test your luck, it got dark quick this time of year, not to mention the cold.
he would always drop you off home safely, vexed, but safely. you would mutter a begrudged âthanksâ and get out of his car, walking frantically to the front door in a hope to not have to see his antagonizing face until the next day, when the cycle would repeat again. and it did. day after day, week after week.
today was no different. same routine, different season. it the dead middle of summer, the heat prickling against your skin, coating it in a sheen layer of sweat, making you glisten in the mid-afternoon sun. the passenger window was open, your hair rustling with the passing breeze as owen drove you home. he hadnât spoken to you all day, nor had he looked at you as you made your way to his car, you thought he was just in one of his moods again.
you were chewing gum, as you usually did. it wasnât like you were being loud or anything, but when owen stuck his hand out in front of your face, you knew he was for sure in one of his moods. usually he would at least glance over at you when he was driving as he did it, more focused on the road, but this time he didnât, just stuck his hand out and expected you to spit.
you stared at him for a couple of seconds, waiting for him to say something or glance over at you to see what was taking you so long, but he didnât. then you made up your mind: two can play at this game, owen taylor. you focused your attention back out of the window, letting your hair swirl around in your face as you watched the trees go by in a blur of browns and greens.
you heard him scoff as he retracted his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel. you looked over again with a hint of a smirk on your face, seeing his knuckles turn white before you turned your attention back outside.
you were pretty proud of yourself, until owen made a turn you didnât remember being in your normal route home, because it wasnât. you looked over at him, his face still stern as ever and unmoving as he wound his way through the wooded road. you didnât recognise this place at all, until owen stopped outside of a secluded, somewhat of a farm house.
âthis is your home?â you guessed, glancing around. there was a small patch of green which you could only assume was his home-grown vegetables. he got out of his side of the car, you did the same. he still wasnât answering you and was instead making his way to the house, you followed him, spitting protests that you wanted to go home.
you followed owen all the way to his kitchen before he spun around, most likely sick of your whining. he instantly grabbed your chin and stared at you, deep into your eyes, watching and observing you. you searched his face for anything, he gave you nothing.
âspitâ this time he told you, you were almost inclined not to listen again, to test his limits and see how far he would go before he snapped. you narrowed your eyes at him, challenging him, he glared down at you, accepting your challenge.
you didnât spit the gum out, not yet he was resisting your attempts to rile him up, you had to give him credit there. he resisted good, but only for a couple more minutes before he was squishing your cheeks forcefully, and gave you a look, a look you knew that meant he wasnât going to take any more of your bullshit. you decided to slowly spit the gum out, it landed in the palm of his hand.
he instantly took his hand away and put the gum into the bin before washing his hands.
âyouâre being sinful whenever you do that, yâknowâ he remarked, not bothering to look at you as he dried his hands off.
âwhy are we here? i want to go homeâ you said pointedly, ignoring his declaration and instead focusing on getting home.
âyeah well, i told your parents you were back late, helping me at the churchâ
âwhen would they ever believe that?â
âsince i sent a message through your phone as wellâ you paused at that, looking him up and down before narrowing your eyes.
âyou have my phone!â you exclaimed bitterly as you soon realised you didnât have your phone, he reached into his back pocket and handed it to you.
âyou should really take better care of your things, could get stolen one dayâ
âyou sound like my dadâ you sneered.
âmaybe you should listen to him thenâ and with that, you were back to glaring at one another.
you were the first to break, scoffing and plopping yourself down on his sofa with your chin in resting on your hands.
âso what do you want me to do?â you asked grumpily, glancing around at his decorations. bleak, like his personality.
âi want you to sit there and be a good girl while i do my workâ you raised a brow at his words
âexcuse me?â
âyou heard meâ he said, his face getting closer to yours, his arms either sides of you, trapping you against the back of the sofa âbe a good girl while i do my workâ his voice was deeper now, more husky. you looked up at him through your lashes, he was already staring down at you, his eyes looking slightly more brown now as opposed to his blue before.
âwhatâs your work?â you asked meekly.
âpunishing you for your sinful actionsâ your eyes widened at his confession, watching as he stood back up to his full height. âbend over the arm of the sofaâ he ordered. he had an indifferent tone, but you knew now that you shouldnât test him, so you did as he said.
as soon as you laid your stomach over the arm of the chair, your dress rode up, exposing your ass. you watched as owen moved to stand behind you, before he moved out of your periphery, so you couldnât see him anymore.
âa thong? such a slutâ you rubbed your thighs together as owen tutted, a wet patch already forming in the centre of your panties.
owen slipped a finger inside of your panties, you immediately bucked your hips towards his hand from the slight friction he offered. but instead of giving you what you wanted, he hooked a finger around your panties and dragged them down, nothing but a string of your slick connecting them to you.
as soon as your panties were far enough down your thighs, owenâs fingers returned back to your slit, dragging his fingers down, teasing your hole and going straight down to your clit, flicking it experimentally. your hips bucked again, but this time down into the sofa, owen chuckled at your subconscious reaction from behind you, earning a small huff from you.
âyou arenât in any position to be huffing at this point, babygirlâ he landed a spank on your ass, âwhat did i tell you before, hm?â he spanked you again when you didnât answer, earning a small yelp from you, âwhat did i tell you?â his tone became more harsh and meaningful, spanking you a few more times, making you jolt forwards.
âbe a good girl and let you do your workâ you whined, repeating his words back to him.
âthere she is, the good girl that i know you can beâ
he wasted no time in shoving his fingers inside of you, instantly stretching you around him, you choked out a small noise, but took him the best you could, allowing yourself to get lost in the pleasure he was finally giving you. with his other hand, he played with your clit, using his middle finger to swirl around it and circle it, giving it an occasional pinch.
you were loud when your orgasm started to build. you hadnât been touched in so long, you had almost forgotten the feeling, but you knew for sure that you were beginning to get close. owen must have decided you were being too loud for his liking, because just as you were about to reach pure ecstasy, he removed both of his hands. you cried out in protest, owen just pulled your hair back roughly, enough that your back was now pressed to his chest.
he nudged his knee in-between your thighs and spoke directly into your ear.
âi thought i told you to shut the fuck up and let me workâ he spoke intimidatingly, his voice hoarse and low, a silent threat hanging in the air. you knew if you werenât quiet then you wouldnât get what you wanted. owen spanked your pussy, your clit stung with the aftermath, âhm? answer me you little slutâ
âyou didâ you yelped, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he started rubbing harsh tight circles on your clit. your juices dripped down your thighs, coating them in your slick mixed with sweat, you were starting to get hotter and more needy, shifting your hips so you were getting more friction from his fingers.
the next spank was unexpected and made your hips jump back into owenâs, feeling his length through his trousers as he was growing increasingly more hard by the second, watching you take the little pleasure he had given you.
soon, you were turned around, your dress unzipped with practised ease that you didnât know if owen had ripped the fabric open or if he had actually taken the time to unzip it. the dress pooled around your ankles, and your breasts immediately spilled out, courtesy of you deciding not to wear a bra this morning.
âfuckinâ knew it, saw those nipples pressing against that flimsy fuckinâ fabric the whole serviceâ he dipped his head in the crevice of your neck and sucked harshly, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to leave a warning: âdonât do that againâ. his hand that was reasting just under your ass spanked it again.
âmâ sorry, it wonât happen againâ you whimpered softly.
âlook at you, losing all your fight, am i fucking you too good, babygirl?â he cooed, you looked up at him again, already too stunned and he had only just started touching you.
owen pushed you down onto the sofa, lifting your left leg over the arm of his sofa. he kneeled down before you and brought your other leg over his shoulder, your heel pressed into his spine. he looked up at you as he dipped his mouth down and licked a stripe up your pussy. you felt hot again, jerking your hips up to chase the feeling of pleasure.
owen didnât like this because he slapped your clit again before smoothing his tongue back over it, attempting to soothe the sting, you moaned out as he did so, but he wasnât giving you much time to get used to the feeling of him slowly eating you out as he soon started suckling and flicking your clit with his tongue.
he made you see stars with the way he was moving his mouth. he removed his lips from your clit and moved down, shoving his tongue inside of your hole and curling it at just the right way. he pressed down on your hips so you wouldnât move again, which also allowed him to get more leverage, slurping up your juices like he was deprived of drink for so long.
he was obsessed with the way you tasted, along with the musky scent of your arousal. his nose bumped against your clit repeatedly, his tongue curling every time. the mixed stimulation making your vision go hazy, the knot beginning to form in your stomach. owen didnât move yet, making you think he would finally let you come.
but just as you were teetering on the edge of release, he pulled away. you groaned crossly, looking down at him with frustration in your eyes. he smiled up at you, wiping his mouth from your juices, watching you as you shifted to get more comfortable.
âfuck youâ you spat.
âyouâll have to wait a bit before you can do that, sugarâ he retorted, grabbing your thong that was discarded long ago, he bunched them up and brought them up to your face. âopenâ he tapped your bottom lip with his pinkie.
you did as he said, hoping it would get you rewarded in some way. he stuffed the panties in your mouth, making you taste the tanginess of your slick. you rolled your eyes back as you gagged on the panties.
ânow youâll shut up while i do my work and make you feel good, okay?â he slapped your pussy roughly when you didnât reply. the panties did well to muffle your yelp, but afterwards, you cried out. a tear flowed down your cheek, you were desperate, anything would do, any touch, even words would do at this point, so you nodded, without a noise.
as soon as he was sure that you wouldnât make a noise, his mouth was back on your wetness. somehow, you were even more soaked than you were before, juices dripping from your hole as he lapped at your clit, already sensitive from the two destroyed orgasm you had been so close to getting.
the lewd sounds of his licks and your muffled moans bounced off the walls around you, echoing in the mid-afternoon softness. you were holding back from jerking your hips up to meet his mouth, wanting to get yourself more pleasure, but owenâs hands also kept you rooted to your place on the sofa.
owen sucked on your clit harshly, another gush of your juices dripped down from your hole and down to the sofa cushion beneath you. owen made a disapproving noise against you, the sound sending vibrations through you straight to your core. the bottom of your spine tingled with pleasure, your back was almost arching off the sofa cushions, and you were shaking with the intensity of the pleasure you were receiving.
tears were now flowing freely, a silent plea to let you come on his mouth, stars clouded your vision as the knot tightened in your abdomen you were trying to rut against owenâs mouth, you were so close, only a little bit more would push you over the edge, and owen wasnât slowing his sucking down.
that was, until he stopped the sucking altogether. you whimpered at the loss of contact, he removed his hands and his mouth altogether and stood up in front of you. you watched him with tear filled eyes, watching as he rid himself of his shirt and his trousers, leaving himself with only his underwear.
he grabbed you by your hips and spun you around so you were bent over the seat. your knees kept you somewhat upright while owen gripped your hair, keeping your face pressed into the cushions. your panties were still in your mouth as you cried out. owen pressed his knee in-between your thighs, keeping them open. you heard him move behind you before his unclothed cock was pressing into your ass, hard and leaking with pre-cum.
âlook at how hard i am for you, this is what you do to me, yâknow that?â you could only huff in response, your tears soaking the cushion under you more than the juices from your pussy already had. owenâs hand came up around your throat, bringing you upright, your back pressed against his chest. with his other hand, he took your panties out of your mouth. âneed to hear you when i make you come, yeah?â
âyeahâ you replied quietly, owen smiled and kissed your cheek softly, tasting the saltiness of your tears.
you cried out as owen lined himself up with your hole, pressing himself inside you. he stretched you out in the best way possible. it burned at first, but soon you were feeling pure ecstasy with the way the tip of owenâs cock pressing against that spot inside of you that owen has discovered made you feel amazing.
he started moving slowly at first, just simply rutting into you, grunting in your ear with each movement. you also made small noises with each of his movements, your pussy squelching around him and forcing him back in whenever he pulled out. but soon, his movements became more erratic and forceful as he drove himself into you with such a force that you jerked forwards with each movement.
his left hand stayed tight around your throat, squeezing whenever your cunt sucked him back into your warmth. you were soaking, juices still dripping down your thighs, making you more slippery and somewhat harder to fuck. owen opened your thighs wider, allowing him to fuck you harder and make it easier for him to do so.
he was making you feel so good, your pussy clamping down around him gratefully. your head rested on his shoulder, his mouth right next to your ear as he groaned and grunted.
âyou tasted so goodâ he said, his voice strained from the pleasure he was trying to suppress, although the grip he held on you said different as he fucked into you with more and more ferocity. he was getting close, but you were even closer. âgod, you feel so good wrapped around me, dirty little slut. youâve always wanted this, havenât you? someone to shut you up and put you in your place? hm? answer meâ he slowly got angrier, his thrusts getting harder and longer.
âyes- oh- always wanted thisâ you agreed with him, wanting him to give you all the pleasure and let you come already, you were so close.
you were pleading with him to let you come now, pleading with him to make you feel good and you would be good with him for the rest of your life, you just felt so good.
âawe, my dumb little whore needs to come? you need to come so good?â
âyes-need to come- please, god pleaseâ
ânot god, just owenâ
âoh- owen, please let me come- iâll be good, so goodâ tears were falling again.
owen knew you were close with the way your body jolted when he touched your clit, a small touch at first. but he was just slowly building you up. he would end up swirling your clit, pressing down on it and circling it to add more stimulation. you were frantically moaning and fucking yourself down onto his cock so he wouldnât move away, and this time he didnât.
his cock was halfway inside of you when you came, your cunt spasming around him, sucking him back into you. juices spurted out of you as your vision went black, almost going faint with the force of your orgasm. owen came not long after you, the warmth and tightness of your pussy making the knot inside of his stomach snap. his fingers tightened around your neck, but relaxed as he rode you both out of your highs.
owen was cleaning you up when he spoke to you next, dragging a damp warm cloth up your folds, the rough fabric grazing against your clit slightly, your hips jumped away from him.
âyâgonna stop chewing gum now?â he asked, muttering an apology as he grazed against your clit again.
ânot if it makes me feel that good againâ you joked back, you had regained some of your confidence, but not all. âyou should take me back home now thoughâ
âi told your parents you were spending the night at the church with meâ
âyou wanna tell them we fucked as well?â you joked, he didnât find that funny, as he purposefully dragged the cloth against your clit.
and that was only the start of the rest of your evening.
hii i know you have written arisu from aib smut before but can you write more please? :)
Stay Quiet
requested?: yes
pairing(s): ryohei arisu x afab!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): pre-borderlands, arisu is said to be ignoring reader, smut, semi-public sex (reader has sex with arisu while he is on mic with some other people while playing his game), oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), sub!arisu, dom!reader, cute aftercare, honestly arisu kinda a red flag in this but we roll, orgasm control/denial, riding, slight overstim
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word count: 2.5k
a/n: im baaack. i am so so sorry i havent written since kinktober, i have no excuses otherthan the fact i genuinally couldnt find the motivation to write, so i am so sorry. i have nine reqs (including this one) which i am aiming to get done by new years, if you're lucky, you may get a christmas special (i dont know who to do it for, so if anyone has any requests as to who, please drop a request). thank you for being so patient, and enjoy. side not, i am sorry if this is disjointed and overall terrible, i had no ideas for this so i do apologise. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
it was aggravating how much time he spent on that stupid game.
bashing on his stupid controller while giving orders to the rest of his teammates. you were sick of it.
and itâs not as if you hadnât tried hard to get him to pay attention to you. you had tried practically everything you could think of. nothing was working.
you were at arisuâs again, lying on his bed while scrolling through your phone, but you were starting to get bored. you threw your phone down on the bed next to you and let out a long sigh, glancing over to arisu. his eyes hadnât moved away from the screen. of course. he hadnât even looked in your general direction since you got here, muttering a quick âhiâ and getting back to his game.
you were starting to get needy. and not in the way that you could just cuddle up to him while he gamed and fall asleep, but the needy that made you wet between the legs. you could already feel your panties sticking to your arousal, soaking a hole in the centre. you had a nice set on, pretty pink lacey bra with a bow on the bridge, matching with the same panties along with another bow on the waistline at the front.
you stood up from the bed, arisu not even flitting his eyes over to your movements. you stood next to him with your hands on your waist as you waited for him to notice you. he never did, so you did the next best thing you could think of. you took off your socks first, kicking them somewhere else in the room. next came your shirt, revealing your pretty tits in the bra you knew arisu loved (when he wasnât playing games with his friends).
you shivered as the cool air hit you, goosebumps raised on your arms, but you persevered. you were slower with dragging your bottoms down your legs, you stood back up as you kicked your bottoms god knows where, revealing the wet stain on your panties. arisu glanced at you. your heart picked up, hoping you would finally get what you wanted.
âyou look niceâ he murmured before going back to his game, barely showing any emotion whatsoever, before slamming the controller down on the desk, he had lost another game because he lost focus for a second. you didnât flinch, you were used to it, but you rolled your eyes and placed your hands on your hips, thinking of what you could do next.
arisu sat back in his chair, sat on his phone and waiting for another match, during which he conversed with his team. he would talk to them but not to you, how strange. you got on your hands and knees, crawling under his desk when he was distracted with his phone. he looked over it and raised a brow, you just smiled somewhat innocently and sat back on your heels, he didnât say anything, much like the other times you had done anything and went back to playing on his phone, still waiting for a match to appear so he could get back to gaming.
it wasnât long before he rolled his chair back under his desk, making sure not to kick you or squish you in the process, he was ignorant but he wasnât careless. you smiled softly to yourself as you heard him begin to bash his controller again, talking to the others in his team with the occasional curse. you waited a few minutes for him to become comfortable before you made a move. you tugged at his sweatpants. it was days like these which you liked the most, him wearing sweatpants made it a lot easier for you to pull them off when you needed him the most.
arisu muted himself as soon as he felt the first tug, looking down at you with a raised brow. you looked up at him through your lashes and smiled again.
âwhat are you doing now?â he questioned, looking back at his gaming set-up in order to concentrate, his main focus for now was winning for himself and his team. you didnât answer, but instead tugged at his sweatpants again. he didnât really question it further, you had done this before, but this was the first time you would punish him. of course, he didnât know this yet. Â
he lifted his hips in order to help you get his sweatpants off, keeping his focus on the game, not that he would be focused for long. you smirked to yourself as his cock sprung out, already half-hard. arisu never wore underpants when he was gaming at home alone with his sweatpants on, you were always able to see the outline of his cock.
it wasnât really thick, but wasnât thin either. it was thick enough to pleasure you, and the length made up for it. it was fairly veiny as well, going from the base of the underside all the way up to the tip which was already red and angry, leaking with pre-cum. you licked your lips in anticipation, already wanting to take him in your mouth. you looked up at him again, he kept glancing down at you occasionally, his hands were already shaking. oh, he was in for a treat.
you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, letting your tongue run across the slit, tasting the tangy flavour of his pre-cum. you heard a whine from above you, a hand coming to rest on your head. you pulled your head back, seeing arisuâs head tilted back on the head of his chair. he looked down at you when the cool air hit his cock, making it twitch.
âyou make noise, i stop, you touch me, i stop, you lose, you donât come for a weekâ you watch his throat bob, he nods and returns his hand back to his controller, âunmuteâ you say simply, âif they find out, you donât get to come for a weekâ arisu nods in response and does as you say, unmuting and clearing his throat as he makes a quick excuse to his teammates.
you wrap your lips around his tip again, sucking and licking softly as you stroked his length, squeezing as you stroked upwards. you kept your eyes on him, watching him through your lashes as you continued to play with him, he bit his lip as he tried to hold back a sound, he managed. however, it would get harder for him as you soon took all of him in your throat, you gagged slightly as your throat constricted, you felt arisuâs leg twitch under your hand as you used his thighs for leverage.
it wasnât arisuâs fault when he started bucking his hips up into you, he just felt so good. but he didnât stop playing, because he knew you took threats very seriously. you watched as his fingers flexed and veins bobbed, his jaw clenched as another wave of pleasure washed through him, so much pleasure that he shook from the intensity.
his hips jerked upwards again, pushing his cock further into your mouth and making you gag more. you glared up at him, he looked back down at you with a sorry look in his eyes. but, he hadnât disobeyed you yet, so you kept working. you pulled back, dragging your tongue up the base of his cock as you did so, and when you eventually got to the tip, you gave it a harsh suck.
then, arisu let out some kind of strangled moan mixed with a whimper. he sounded pained but pleasured at the same time. he instantly blamed it on stubbing his toe. you instantly pulled back and signalled him to mute himself again. he gave you a pleading look but muted himself again, muttering a quick apology to his teammates. you look up at him, taking your mouth away from his cock, only a line of saliva connecting the two of you.
âplease babyâ he whined âi was so closeâ you stared at him blankly, you didnât feel bad for him one bit. you didnât say a word to him as you waited for a couple of seconds  for his orgasm to fully dissipate before you latched your lips back onto his tip.
from there, you focused on his tip, lapping at his tip and jerking what you didnât have in your mouth with one hand, and with the other you massaged his balls. he knew when he had to unmute himself again, he was a quick learner after all. you watched as his face twisted and contorted due to pleasure, but he kept his fingers working on the controller. he focused on not making any sound, not wanting to ruin his orgasm again.
you licked at his tip, tasting more of his salty pre-cum that had gathered there. you saw in your peripheral that arisu had bitten his lip, a poor attempt to stop him from making any noise. soon enough, you took him fully in your mouth again, bobbing your head as soon as your nose hit his lower stomach. you left your hand to massage his balls, adding to the stimulation you were creating.
however, his pleasure didnât last long yet again. he didnât even get close to his high this time when he placed a hand on the back of your head, holding you down on his cock, making you gag. you removed your hand from his balls and slapped his hand away, beginning to pull back. you licked a stripe up his cock again, leaving a peck at his tip when you did so, just to prove a point.
he removed his hand as instantly as he placed it, wanting your warm mouth back on him again. you smiled softly, nodding towards the screen again. in his distraction, he hadnât been paying attention to his game. he had died.
you tapped his thigh and he moved backwards on his chair, putting his head in his hands. you didnât know if he was angry about the fact he had lost his game or that you would refuse to let him come. you felt somewhat sympathetic towards him, so you stood up and hugged him, his head against your bare tits. you rubbed his hair softly before crouching down in front of him, looking down at his cock, which he was also staring at.
you swiped your thumb over the tip, earning a lewd moan from him. he tilted his head backwards. you removed his hand before he could get used to the feeling of the pleasure you had ruined a couple of times now.
you moved to sit on his chair with him, your knees either side of his thighs, he looks up at you with those pleading eyes that almost always made you give into him, you almost did.
you took his cock in your hand and slipped it through your folds, allowing it to gather your wetness before you lined him up with your hole. he was already twitching by the time his tip pushed inside of you. you sat down fully on him, taking him all inside of you, gripping onto his shoulders like a lifeline.
neither of you could contain the sounds you both let out the second he was filling you up so well. it didnât take long for you to start moving, rocking your hips slowly against his in attempt to get some friction and pleasure. his tip kissed your cervix as you started to bounce, making your clit knock against his lower stomach.
you clenched around him purposefully, drawing out the most gorgeous sound from him. you caressed his head, running your hands through his hair and tugging slightly when you got to the ends. arisu looked up at you with those wide blown-out eyes, tempting you lean down and kiss him so sweetly, but you didnât.
you continued to watch as his face twisted in pleasure, he repeated âthank youâs over and over, not wanting the pleasure to end. you could feel his cock twitching and jerking inside of you, signalling to you he was close, but you werenât yet and you werenât going to stop until you got your fill as well, quite literally.
arisu gripped your hips with such a force you knew you were going to bruise in a couple of hoursâ time, but you werenât really sure he cared since his eyes were rolled back, his hips starting to buck up into you in an effort to chase his pleasure.
âslow down, baby boy, iâll let you come, donât worryâ you didnât get anything but a strangled whimper in return as arisuâs body convulsed below you, his cock spurting white hot cum into you. he was still bucking up into you in attempt to chase every last drop of pleasure, but you continued to bounce.
your hand slithered down your body, finding your pulsing clit pleading for attention, you circled it softly, making you throw your head back, arisu whined below you from the overstimulation, but you didnât let up, not until you came along with him.
this time, you unintentionally clenched around him, your tight circles on your clit beginning you force you to your peak quicker and quicker with each round of your fingers. arisu stared up at you through his lashes, admiring your beauty even when you were coated in sweat and chasing your own orgasm, you were stunning.
your hips stuttered as you felt your stomach tighten, the squelching throughout the room growing quieter with each bounce as you lost the will and energy to continue, reducing your movements to small ruts of your hips in attempt to get some more friction for yourself. arisu wasnât being much help as his legs were shaking, barely managing to keep himself together due to the intense overstimulation he was facing. you knew his body well, and you knew that if you denied him even so much as once, that he would be overstimulated for the rest of the day.
but soon enough, you reached your peak, throwing your head back so hard that arisu wondered how you didnât get whiplash, you arched your back into him as you clenched almost as hard as a vice around him, making him let out a pathetic sob. he was crying now, everything just all too much for his poor sensitive cock. you rode yourself down from your high, your movements halting to a stop as you both panted, your foreheads now pressed against each other.
âi thought you said i wasnât allowed to come for a week if i lostâ he spoke weakly, scrunching his face as you pulled his cock out of you.
âyeah, well, i was feeling niceâ you stood up as you spoke, helping arisu stand with his shaky legs.
you looked over to his gaming set up. his screen was now dimmed after being left idle for too long, and by the looks of it, his teammates had left the call a while ago, no doubt hearing you and arisu.
requested?: no
pairing(s): tf141 x afab!reader, smidge of simon riley x john mactavish
genre: smut
warning(s): hair pulling, oral (all recieving), unprotected sex (i say this repeatedly, wrap it), masturbation, pet names (dove, love, bonnie, baby), degredation, praise (brilliant combination), handjob, squirting, brief pussy slapping, brief nipple play, price is the only sweet one
word count: 3k
a/n: you can really tell price is my favourite lol. yet again, sorry i didnt post yesterday, but happy halloween everyone! i hope you were safe wherever you were, if you went rick or treating (i know some people still do) or went to a halloween party, stay safe! this has barely anything to do with halloween, im aware, but there are some mentions of it. yes, the name may be inspired by an american fast food chain (even though im english), but i was hungry reading this and watched a mukbang earlier with in-n- out food, so yeah (cries in english). on that note, remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
you didnât know how you ended up like this, your legs wobbling as they struggled to keep you in the position you were in. gazâs cock filled your mouth, a mix of his pre-cum and saliva dripping down your chin. price was behind you, filling your pussy.
he thrusted into you at a rapid and relentless pace. each time he thrusted into you, you were thrusted forwards, gazâs cock hitting the back of your throat as he, too, thrusted into you. tears were streaming down your face as you gagged repeatedly, your tiny throat contracting around the tip of gazâs cock, making him throw his head back and grip your hair even tighter, the burn made you let out a small sob.
a chorus of groans were heard because of your pathetic little noise, price only drove into you faster, hitting your g-spot over and over, you knew he would feel guilty later. the grip he had on your hips was enough to bruise by morning, it always was when he fucked you raw and deep.
âyou have to feel her mouth- fuck- so warm and tightâ gaz used his grip on your hair to continue thrusting your mouth onto his length, making you gag again. âoh sweetheart, fuck, she really knows how to make a man feel goodâ he groans out through gritted teeth.
âi might just have to take you up on that offerâ the scot spoke up, his voice muffled. out of your peripheral, you could see simon sitting back on the armchair in your bedroom, eyes trained on you as soap sucked him dry.
there were many sounds bouncing around the room, filling everyoneâs ears, none of them were holy, all of them being obscene and sinful. price spoke up next through gritted teeth, much like gaz, he was getting close to his orgasm, his balls tightening as they slapped against your clit with every move he made, adding to the simulation.
âyou like this, donât you, dove? having all of us ruin every hole on your pretty little bodyâ john spoke directly to you, leaning forwards as he rutted into you. he pressed a kiss to the bottom of your neck, where your spine started. âpoor dovie, so ruinedâ
his voice made your skin tingle as he angled his cock inside of you to bruise your cervix over and over. you mewled and repeatedly made noises around gazâs cock, making his stomach tighten as the vibrations sent shivers up his spine. the squelching your pussy made caught soapâs attention as he perked up, as did his cock, as he started palming himself through his boxers. you briefly saw simon shift in the seat, a telltale sign he was close.
you knew all the boys and their habits when they were about to come. the only one who wasnât close was johnny, you made a mental note to pay extra attention to his cock to make him come so good when it was his turn.
your stomach tightened as you began to get closer to your high as john continued to fuck into you, now circling your clit as he drew you closer. simon was getting closer as his hips were raising off the sofa, bucking into johnnyâs mouth as he gagged and moaned around him. you saw a wet patch forming in his boxers as he palmed himself. gaz was moaning and thrusting into your mouth with need and partial frustration as he tried to reach his orgasm faster.
it was like a chain reaction when you all came. price came first, almost collapsing on top of you, spilling his cum inside of you, painting your walls white. price was still drawing tight and rough circles on your clit when you came, moaning helplessly around his cock, your sensations were so overloaded you didnât realise that gaz had came in your mouth, he immediately pulled out after all of his seed landed on your tongue, pulling back to push every drop in with his fingers. you were still coming down from your high when the salty taste of his cum took over your mouth. you swallowed, gaz made sure you did.
price pulled out of you, plunging his fingers inside of you in order to keep his white cum from dripping out of him. you mewled out as he did so, turning your head just in time to see simon come all over johnnyâs face, most of it landing on his chin and lips. he stared at you as he orgasmed, his lips tilted in a smirk as his eyes were hooded, his hips bucking as he came down from his high. johnny licked his lips and captured every drop on his fingers, turning to stare at you as he sucked his fingers clean. it didnât take long for johnny to come in his boxers, white cum staining the black fabric. he squeezed his eyes closed as he continued to palm himself, helping him to come down from his high.
panting filled the room as you all sat there, basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. the guys all looked at each other, a silent agreement to what position they would go to next. you were left slumped on the bed, you hadnât even noticed priceâs fingers leave you, only realising when he had moved to take the spot simon was once occupying. his cock still stood, hard and girthy. his veins stood out in the dim light of the bedroom. it was still painted a very light shade of white, still wet and slick from both of your previous orgasms.
simon tapped you as he sat down on the edge of the bed, you straddled him instantly, facing away from him as johnnyâs cock came to line up with your mouth. gaz came to stand next to him, though there was a small gap so john could see you. from the smirk on his face, you could tell you were about to be ruined by johnny and simon.
gazâs cock wasnât as big as the othersâ but it was girthy and had a lot more veins than the others. if you wanted to be fucked good, you would pick either price or simon because they were longer, but if you wanted to have a good stretch, you would pick gaz. soapâs cock was arguably the girthiest of all of them. pale and less veiny, but still got the job done when it was needed. simonâs cock was similar to priceâs, long but not as girthy.
simon sat you down fully on his lap, his cock already pressing against your cervix. soapâs cock twitched at the sight of you taking him so well. you looked in-between the two men to see priceâs hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he began to jerk himself, starting off slow.
simonâs hands wrapped around your hips, cupping them perfectly and squeezing at the flesh. his hands fit perfectly in the indents price had already left for him. he squeezed the flesh, spurring you on, you lift your hips, his cock easily sliding out with the mixture of your slick and priceâs cum, simon gave no warning as he pushed you back down onto his cock, making you cry out and lurch forward. johnny caught your chin in his right hand, using his middle and index finger to open your mouth.
he wasted no time in shoving his cock into your mouth, instantly groaning at the dampness and warmth of your mouth. he tasted faintly of cum, you knew it was from when he had came in his boxers, making a complete mess of himself. his cock didnât quite hit the back of your mouth, but you still gagged around him, making johnnyâs hand fly to your hair. he used his other hand to help him gather your hair in a ponytail so he could have more leverage before he tightened his fist around the hair. he pulls you back, letting you look up at him for a split second before he shoved your mouth back onto his cock, your nose hitting his happy trail.
gaz was next, gently taking your hand and spitting on it. he wrapped your hand around his cock, allowing you to stroke him a couple of times in order to spread the makeshift lube throughout his length, your saliva mixing with the bead of pre-cum threatening to drip to the floor. you started off slow, stroking him a couple times and squeezing as you went. gaz breathed out and threw his head back. you watched him through your peripheral, tears prickling in your eyes due to how restless soap was getting in your mouth, bucking and hips stuttering in your mouth, making his cock go even deeper.
soon, all three men worked in unison, your pussy squelched around simonâs cock as he pressed against your gummy walls, johnny thrusted into your mouth whenever you went down on simonâs cock, it was calculated. johnny knew that if he did it as soon as simonâs cock nudged its way back into your hole, you would moan around his cock, the vibrations sending a chill through him, helping with his pleasure. gaz kept his hand on your wrist, helping you stroke him up and down, occasionally bringing another hand to squeeze around your hand, showing you just the right times to squeeze.
âcâmon, lovie, be good and give the men their pleasureâ simon whispered in your ear, he took your free hand in his and brought it over to gazâs balls, helping you massage them for a couple of seconds before taking it back. with his left hand, he snaked it around your hips and found your clit effortlessly, giving it a small flick as a test. with his right hand, he brought it up to massage soapâs balls.
soap was definitely the loudest, moaning as he rutted his hips into you, you whimpered around him as his hand tightened around your hair again, pulling on it. simon tutted as he saw the situation. it was borderline painful, but not too bad. gaz chuckled as he saw your pain, rutting into your hand with more force as you squeezed unintentionally. simon retracted his hand from johnnyâs balls, stopping the squeezing and the massage he was giving them in order to loosen johnnyâs grip on your hair.
johnny whined as he took his hand away, but simon gave him a look that silenced him. you looked to the side and saw price, he was smiling softly. you looked down at his cock. it jumped in excitement as john realised what you were staring at. he tugs it a few times, you roll your eyes back as simon begins to thrust up into you, starting to get frustrated that you were no longer moving. johnny moved your head back so it was facing him straight, allowing you to take his cock properly in your mouth.
you then took control, wanting to show off to price how good you could be for the three men. simon still thrusted up into you, and gaz kept his hand over your wrist to help your movements, but you pulled back from johnnyâs cock, simon seemed to have got the memo on what you were about to do as he took his hand from johnnyâs balls and wrapped it around the base of his cock, holding it still as you made out with the tip.
you ran your tongue over the slit, the taste of his cum still prominent. you ground down on simon whenever he thrusted up into you, making you moan even more. simon smirked as he knew what your goal was. you were teasing johnny, wanting to make him come first so you werenât going to get teased all night. you took his tip in your mouth and sucked, looking up and watching how his face scrunched in utmost pleasure. his mouth fell open as your lips and tongue worked in unison, lips sucking and tip flicking.
simon was barely moving his hand as you ground down onto him, making his hand come into contact with your clit every time. sometimes it was a brief and gentle brush, but other times his palm was mashed against your clit. you took johnny back into your mouth properly, now starting to ride simon again as he still rutted up into you. you clamped down around him as you moaned almost pornographically around johnnyâs cock, the knot in your stomach began to tighten, becoming almost uncomfortable as you rode him faster. gaz watched your face as it contorted in pleasure, his hand was now resting on your right one, helping it massage his balls. simon stopped thrusting into you and made you stay still as you helped the others reach their orgasms first.
this time, johnny came first, fucking his hips into your face as his hot cum spilled down your throat, you made sure to swallow every drop as you continued to take him in your mouth, riding you out of your high. johnny tasted different to gaz, but still not terrible. johnny pulled away and wiped some of his cum away from the corner of your mouth, pushing his thumb past your lips and pressing it against your tongue, making you taste all of him. he grinned and looked back at price as he showed him how you had swallowed every last drop.
gaz came next, his cum dripping down your forearm as he continued to rut into the warmth of your hand, watching your eyes look up at him greedily. he took your other hand and made it continue to stroke him as he made you clean up his mess. you licked up your forearm, moaning at the tangy taste that mingled with soapâs. gaz stared down at you intently, as did the others as you greedily took every drop in your mouth.
both of the men pulled away and give price a good view of you, but they still kept their eyes on you. simon made you lean forwards, your hands braced on his knees as he pulled your head back via your hair, giving everyone in the room except for simon a good look at your scrunched up face as you took what you were given. simon started up his thrusts again, fucking up into you with a ferocity that made your tits bounce and stomach tighten. he slapped your bud a few times, making it tingle and burn. he reached his other hand forwards and encased your breast in his large hand. he played with your nipple for a few seconds before returning his hands to your hips.
he fucked up into you relentlessly, making sure your head was back so every expression was on display. your earlier ruined orgasm began to return as your pussy squelched from his brutal thrusts. you kept your eyes on price, whining for his aid, to which he never came. he offered you a smile, you closed your eyes again as you took what you were given, your hole was abused and aching, leaking your juices as they dripped down simonâs legs. he pulled you backwards to have your pussy on full display when you came together. his hips stuttered and cock twitched as you convulsed. you tightened around him and squeezed your eyes shut.
you came hard, body stiff and rigid as your juices squirted out of you. it sprayed all over simonâs thighs and dripped down them onto the bed below. your vision went black as you jerked from the overstimulation. sometime when you were in your cloud of pleasure, simon had come. he had removed his cock from your hole and replaced them with his fingers, copying what price had done prior to him and pushed his cum inside of you. the rest of the team were in awe from how hard you had come, watching as your juices dripped down your thighs as well as simonâs.
âgo give the old man some help, lovieâ price still hadnât come, jerking himself slowly as he watched you. simon patted your hip to get up. he helped you down from his lap as you crawled the short distance from the bed to the armchair. price cocked a brow as he watched your cheek rest on his thigh. you took his cock into your hand and then your other. both hands were stacked on top of each other as you mustered every ounce of energy you had left and lifted your head.
âhi doveâ price smiles as he cups your cheek, helping you up in order to take his cock in-between your lips. the back of your mouth was most likely bruised, so he didnât make you take his full length. instead, he made you focus on his tip, flicking it with your tongue and sucking it as you had done with johnny.
price lets his head fall back as he groans from the pleasure. simon and priceâs cum was dripping out of your hole, making a white line down the insides of your thighs and down to your knees. it didnât take long for price to come, pressing your head down so his ropes of cum would shoot into your mouth, landing all over your tongue. price didnât taste the best out of everyone, it was probably the amount of whiskey he drank, but you still loved the taste of him, it was unique.
price stroked your hair as he came down from his high, helping you up to clamber onto his lap, holding you close to his chest as you shivered.
âoh, they were so mean, werenât they dove?â he presses a kiss to the top of your head, dragging his fingertips along your spine. âjohnny, get her a drink, simon, run her a bath, gaz, get her some nice clothes to get into afterâ all the others jumped into action, pulling on their respective boxers as they go around the house to do the tasks they were given. price whispers praise in your ear as you watched him place a kiss to your forehead.
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