dry humping virgin!Jon in his chambers at Castle black, he’s trying to hold his moans—more like whimpers—but the sensation is just too good. Your warmth aganist his hurting erection, his hands roaming messily around your body, and still trying to figure out why it feels soo good. He’s sweating a bit and your hands are holding onto his black hair, pulling him back just enough to leave a messy kiss in his lips. His puppy eyes looking at you like you’re the most precious thing ever and you slid two fingers in his mouth to make him silent but he whimpers aganist your hand. He’d hold your hips tightly—he’s got to hold onto sum—that he’ll leave marks. He’ll apologize later though.
Licking on dex scar during missionary… that alone will drive him crazy. he’d get sloppy afterwards mumbling and cursing bcs you could do anything to taunt him; he has the patience for it all but licking the scar??? wheww that’d do it….
WHEWWW
and at first he would be thrusting into you slowly and lovingly, his cock sinking into your tummy and drawing little gasps from you. your quivering legs just closing in on his waist every time he draws back and pushes his length into your cunt. and with how tender dex is being it makes you so needy that you just want to kiss him :(( making grabby hands at him until he smiles and lowers his head down for you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. “needy girl..” he’ll mumble, knowing he totally loves it when you get like this.
you’re just pecking at his lips and his neck, whines of dex.. and feels s’good.., sweetly leaving your lips after every smooch. you’ve pulled him so close that your cheeks are pressed together and you could hear his breaths in your ear, hard panting and strained groans every so often. and you really weren’t thinking when you did it, your lips were already kissing at his cheekbones when you decided to lick a long stripe against his scar. tongue gliding over the damaged skin with a pant as you hold him close to you, tasting the sweat of darkened scar. and dex just stills in his movements, his cock still snug in between your legs as he takes in how fucking hot that was.
you hear dex groan out a rough, “fuck..”, his hands moving from holding behind your head to gripping at your hips, sloppily pounding into your cunt with need. and he hits right at your g-spot extracting a sob from your throat, instinctively hiding into dexs shoulder. “hey, stop that. keep doing what you were doing sweetheart.. for me yeah?” dex urges, taking one of his hands from your hips and pulling your head from his neck. with tears running down your face you start to lap at dexs face again, and you give him little kitten licks at his scar with a whimper.
his mouth curls into a grin and he bites his lip, eyes shut in pleasure as his hips rock into you harshly. “atta girl just like that..” you hear, feeling your core tighten up with an intense orgasm creeping up on you.
you can barely keep up steady licks on dexs cheek, only managing a slick stripe on his skin every moment from how much he’s rocking you back and forth on the bed. and his thrusts stutter when you clench around his length, tightly squeezing around him while you cum, his cock having to pry itself from your sopping folds. dex is mumbling curses in your ear and you know he’s about to cum himself, cos he gets all sloppy and hazy, cock pulsing with the need to paint your walls. dex plunges his load in your hole with lowly moan — you’re hiding in his shoulder again, and his face is all messy with spit because of you!
folie, I'm foaming at the mouth thinking about some mean Sebastian wilder hcs or fic. PLEASE, I BEG.
You wouldn’t say Sebastian is a bad boyfriend.
He can be such a big meanie sometimes, sure. But he’s not a bad boyfriend—and in fact, he’s very loving most of the time.
Sebastian sings you some songs when you ask, he plays the piano even when you’re tangled up on his lap and drooling on his shoulder, he cooks you food when you’re too tired to do anything, and he spoils you with new clothes and stuffed toys and attention when you ask for it.
So he’s not a bad boyfriend.
But then again, he can be a very mean one when he’s not in the mood.
Sebastian can be dismissive when he wants to be. Sometimes, between the two of you, he has the worst mood swings and can jump from one point to another.
In the morning when you wake up, he can be the best loving boyfriend ever, who will wring out orgasms after orgasms out of you so early in the morning with only his tongue and fingers. And he’ll fuck you so slowly that you’ll forget about everything else around you, until all you know is his cock driving deep into your cunt and the way he sings praises in your ears about how much of a good girl you’re being, how tight your pussy is, and it’s the most beautiful cunt he’s ever seen in his life.
But then something bad happens at work. Maybe some customer pissed him off during his set. Or maybe it’s one of his musicians in the bar. You don’t really know since Sebastian doesn’t tell you a lot about what goes on with his work. All you know is that he owns a bar, he has a lot of musician friends who plays for the place every night, and you’ve even met some of them.
But aside from that, Sebastian doesn’t tell you much what goes on behind the scenes.
That’s when he’d come home all gloomy and dismissive. There will be heaviness in his footsteps, and he will be slamming down the glass and the bottle of whiskey on the table as he pours himself a drink.
And you don’t know any other way to make him feel better other than hug him even when he’s unresponsive, because he won’t tell you anything anyways.
“Do you want to sleep early?” you whisper against the soft fabric of his shirt. It smells like sweat and his cologne with a hint of smoke. It’s no doubt from all the smoking customers or his friends at the bar. “I’ll reheat dinner for you, baby. And after that we can shower.”
Sebastian doesn’t answer. His gaze is out the window looking at god knows what as he takes a sip of his drink. And when you pull away to get his dinner ready, his hand goes to grip your arm that’s loosening around his waist.
“What is it?” you ask in a concerned voice, looking up at him with curious eyes.
And again, he doesn’t answer immediately. He looks down and caress your cheek with his ringed fingers, and you nuzzle against them like a needy little cat.
“You won’t leave me, right?” Sebastian murmurs. “You won’t.”
“I won’t,” you reassure him. “What happened?”
No answer. Instead, Sebastian slips his index and middle finger in your mouth and he pushes down roughly on your tongue. He keeps an intense eye contact with you as he forces his fingers down your throat, making you gag and retch as you hold onto his wrist and your eyes water.
Eventually, he pulls out, and he uses his wet fingers to grip your jaw and make you look at him while you cough and drool all over your chin.
“Seb—”
His grip on your jaw tightens before he pushes you down on your knees. You don’t even have the chance to process what’s happening and Sebastian is already pushing his clothed cock right on your face, smearing your spit-streaked cheeks against his meaty cock that’s throbbing underneath his pants.
After that, he’s quick to unbuckle his belt and push his zippers down to fish out his half-hard cock and plops it over your face. He smells sweaty, as well as that familiar musk you’ve always loved. And you don’t waste a single second taking the throbbing girth into your hand to pump it slowly while you nuzzle your nose into the cleft of his balls where the smell is strongest.
Sebastian doesn’t need to say more.
You immediately get to work.
You begin licking and wetting his balls before you move your attention to his now hardening cock. You lick a long, wet stripe from the base right up to the thick mushroom head. And you preen to yourself when you hear Sebastian groaning quietly while he keeps a tight fist on your hair.
You can’t help but to feel a trickle of slick in your panties too. And it’s like Sebastian knows what you’re thinking of, because he slides his foot right between your legs. You feel his leather shoes nuzzled on your hot cunt, and you suddenly feel a bit nervous.
“Listen to me,” Sebastian says as he pulls your head away by your hair. “I’m going to fuck your face until I’m satisfied, and you’re going to hump my shoes if you want to get off. Understood?”
You can only nod dumbly as you wipe the spit on your chin. You’re quick to get rid of your pajamas and panties to set aside, and you immediately position yourself on his left shoe, pressing down your sticky wet cunt onto the leather and whining quietly when it touches your clit and entrance.
It doesn’t feel nice. But you’re going to make it work for the sake of Sebastian’s enjoyment. You really don’t want to anger him more now.
And before you know it, Sebastian is aiming his cock to your lips within kissing distance. He smears his precum all over your awaiting lips, and when you open your mouth to moan, he takes it as his chance to shove his whole cock down your throat.
You almost bite his dick off.
You can never take it all. No matter how many practices the two of you have done. You can never take all of it, because his dick is just too big. It’s too long, too thick, very much not meant to be shoved right in your windpipe. You can only take half of it, and no matter how hard Sebastian tries now, it’s never going to happen because you might fucking puke on him.
But luckily, he knows. And half is better than none at all, so Sebastian finally starts fucking your face violently. His balls are smacking on your chin, and your eyes start rolling at the back of your head from sheer breathlessness.
Only when Sebastian nudges his foot on your pussy do you realize you have another job to do.
You start humping your cunt on his shoes like a dog, clenching around nothing and hoping his dick is splitting your guts open and not your throat. The stickiness and messiness of it all makes you shiver beneath him. Even more so when you meet his blue eyes and see them completely empty as he looks down on you. Like you’re merely just a hole to fuck for him. And it’s—
“Fuuuck,” Sebastian moans deeply, and you feel your pussy throbbing at the sound. You hump his shoe faster. “Yeah, that’s right—oh fuck… fuck, that feels so good. Have I ever told you how your throat feels so much like a cunt? No wonder it’s always this hungry, too.”
You close your legs around Sebastian’s ankle, and you grind yourself harder while he uses your mouth like a toy. He keeps a tight fist on your hair, thrusting his cock deep and hard to the back of your throat that makes you gag each time, but you don’t vomit. Because if you do, it’s not going to end well for you. Not really.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl—” he throws his head back. He pulls his cock out swiftly and he starts fucking his own fist while urging you to continue fucking his shoe. You watch with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as his hand becomes a blur in front of you. His red meaty cock covered in spit and grime that’s dribbling down his fingers and knuckles and rings. “You gonna come, slut? You’re gonna come all over my fucking shoe like the whore that you are?”
You whimper loudly as you nod. But you gasp when Sebastian strikes your cheek with a hard smack. The sting of his rings cutting your skin makes your cunt leak more on the leather, and you can only sob out in shame.
“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m gonna—”
“Yes, go ahead—”
“I’m gonna come all over your shoe like—like a whore—” you sob out like a baby, finally leaning forward to wrap your arms around his leg like a koala as you hump your last thrusts that sends you over the edge. “Oh, Seb—oh, I’m coming—oh, please—please, my pussy hurts—it hurts—”
“Fucking shit,” Sebastian swears sharply under his breath, and he pulls your head back to aim his cock on your face. His fucks his fist faster and he finally paints your cheeks and forehead with white thick ribbons, so warm on your skin. Some of them get on your lips and you lick it subtly to taste. “Fucking… slut…”
He’s panting loudly, his hand around his girth slowing down, but he’s not getting any softer. Sebastian drops the weight of his dick on your face again, forcefully smearing his spunk all over your face.
“Seb—”
“Shut up,” he sneers. “You’re not done yet. Go ahead and strip fully. I want to see your rack bouncing when I fuck you on the table.”
a/n: it was supposed to be a short one but.. whoops.
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PICTURES UGH
there's always been something slightly.. uncanny about your bodyguard. he was strict, stoic, and always had his eyes on you. no matter what, you could feel his eyes boring into you whether you were in public or just simply your family estate.
so, when you started testing your limits with him, you got to see your bodyguard for who he truly was.
you spent months ducking around corners and running as far from him as you could, managing to sneak out without his notice... he started losing his cool faster and faster.
this time, though, you had really, really done it.
dex grabbed you from behind, muscled arms gripping you so tightly you almost couldn't breathe. you squealed when he caught you, hitting his legs with your constrained balled up fists. "let me go!" you screamed, but he wasn't listening to you. not anymore.
dex hauls you up and strides over to your car, the valet workers eyes bugging out of his head at the sight of you. "this is embarrassing, dex! let me down, now!" you tried to turn your face to look at him, and lost your train of thought at the glimpse of his face you got.
the valet worker opened the back door for him and he unceremoniously tosses you into the backseat making you yelp another "dex!" he sidles in next to you in the backseat, your brows furrowing, since he usually sits in the front next to the driver. "what the fuck?!" he's pushing you back into the seat and angrily buckling you in, grip tight on your forearm to restrain you. just looking at him makes your heart stop and any complaint die on your lips.
he was angry.
you'd pushed your bodyguard way too far this time, and regret was bubbling up making your heart beat. "d-dex? i'm so-" you couldn't even get the word out before his rough hand was gripping your neck. your eyes widened, flicking to the drivers eyes in the rearview mirror before back at dex.
"shut. up." dex ground out between gritted teeth, a spark in his eye that made you nauseous. he stared at you for a few seconds longer before letting you go and sitting back in his own seat. "drive." he ordered.
the ride was eerily silent, the angry energy radiating from your bodyguard making it near impossible to take a full breath. you stared out the window as you trembled slightly. surely this would blow over once you returned.
upon arriving at your fathers estate, before you could even think to unbuckle yourself you caught dex already staring at you. he gripped your arm again, unbuckling you and practically tugging you out of the car. you fought him slightly, unable to let him manhandle you as he was. when he growls in your ear you give way, letting him settle you in front of him, hands tightly gripping your shoulders and leading you inside.
your maid greeted you warmly before her eyebrows shot to her hairline at the sight of you two. she bowed her head to dex when you tried to plead with your eyes for help.
you tried digging your heels into the ground, but dex's hoarse "move," made your feet move on instinct. your nostrils flared and tears welled in your eyes as you imagined him leading you to your father, shaming and getting you in trouble.
unfortunately, his plans for you were much, much worse.
instead, dex is shoving you into the first room available and empty. finally freed, you back up from him and bring a hand up to rub your sore shoulder. dex flicks the lock behind him and stalks toward you. "what're you- dex, what the fuck are you doing?" he's caging you against the wall, hands on either side of your head.
"i've had enough of your constant need to run from me and cause problems," he practically growls. "you," a hand is gripping your neck again, "are going to be punished." tears are welling in your eyes again, confusion doting your features. your bodyguards free hand falls to the button of you jeans, undoing and pulling them down. when you try to protest, the grip on your neck tightens until you can just barely get in small breaths. "don't," dex breathes into your mouth "even try to scream." he deftly twirls you around, "you're not escaping me this time."
you barely process the audible slap with the roaring in your ears, but the pain on your ass is unmistakable. gasping for air, he slaps you hard again forcing a whine from you. his lips have found purchase on your neck, nipping and lightly sucking. you're trembling so violently you'd be crumbling to the floor without dex holding you up.
when dex feels he's throughly destroyed your ability to sit comfortably for the foreseeable future, he's unbuckling his belt. he frees your throat from his grip, allowing you to suck in as much as you can while he pulls your hands behind your back and uses his belt to tie your wrists together. head resting against the wall, you press your cheek to the cool surface and look at dex. he's still mad, but that spark in his eye is more noticeable than ever. "i-i'll tell m-my father," you rasp out, panting.
dex's eyes meet yours. "he'll barely believe you, and why would he rid himself of the only bodyguard that brings you back, over and over again for him?" he states matter of factly. tears are streaming down your face now, dex's big hand coming up to wipe them away. "be good."
with that, he's pushing your panties aside and his cock is invading your pussy. the tears come harder in embarrassment at how wet you are for him. he's groaning into your hair, one hand holding your waist and the other kneading your breast. "this is what you want, hmm?" he whispers as he grinds into you. "such a brat wants to be tamed, yeah?" you're whining pathetically for him, shoving your hips back against him. he laughs darkly at you, making you hiccup as more tears stream down your face and neck.
dex is pounding into you now, whispering filthy, mean things into your ear that makes heat spread throughout you and your core throb. you can feel your orgasm approaching so quickly you can't even warn him before your spasming against him and clenching around his cock. dex growls again, hips stuttering, pushing impossibly deeper into you as his own orgasm wracks through him. he leaves soft kisses on your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears. slowly, he pulls out and gently pulls your jeans back up, buttoning them for you.
"good job, princess," he coos. "act right and this won't have to happen again." dex leaves you there, the wall being your only support as you slide down to the floor. you hear the lock unlatch and the door click shut behind him.
maybe taunting your bodyguard until he snaps isn't such a bad idea after all.
DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT — non-con, degradation, humiliation, blood and injury, violence, forced orgasm, spitting, choking, coercion, masturbation, creampie
it’s filthy, disgusting
you’re too kind. gosh, you are. so willing to help strangers. especially the ones bleeding and broken. you just wanted to help. you really did. so now you’re on your own couch with your own panties shoved into your mouth, spread open beneath the man you patched up, while he fucks into your cunt like he owns it.
“see, that’s the problem with good girls like you.” his voice rasps against your ear, rough as gravel and just as cold. “you never check if the stray dog bites. you just open your door and roll out the bandages. real trusting.”
blood drips from his split lip onto your cheek. another drop, warmer, rolls from a wound on his side down your waist. you try to turn your head, but he catches your jaw, forcing you to look at him. his thumb brushes your tears away, smearing them across your skin like he's painting something. “i’m just paying you back for helping me.” he says it like a promise. mocking you. “next time, sweetheart, maybe check who you’re saving before you offer your couch.” then he slams into you deeper, and you muffle a scream against the cloth in your mouth.
he buries his face in your neck, kisses and bites until you’ll have bruises you can’t explain. your legs shake. you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come. one more gathers in your gut, hot and humiliating. you clench around him against your will. you turn your head away, face pressed into the couch cushion, but he fists your hair and yanks you back.
“if you scream, i’m going to make this night a lot longer for you. understand?” his tongue traces the shell of your ear before he pulls the panties from your mouth.
you don't scream. you sob. “p-please… I don’t like this- ”
“yeah?” he tugs your hair harder. “tell me how much you hate it. how disgusting i am. go on, pretty girl.”
“i fucking hate you- get off me- please-” the words come out broken, swallowed by tears. he laughs, low and dark. then he shoves your face into the cushion again, arches your back, and drives himself deeper. “i’m disgusting, baby? that’s what i am?”
“disgusting- you’re so fucking-” you gasp as he hits that spot. the one you hate and the one that betrays you every time. “disgusting- mmh…”
“yeah? am i?” his rhythm stutters. his breathless whisper made your cunt clench around him. you hated how your skin prickled, every hair standing up. he comes inside you, hot and thick.
“no- no, get off!” you beat your fists against his chest, slap his face, but he just laughs. the blood from his lips smears across your cheek as he catches both your wrists in one hand, grip bruising. with the other, he squeezes your cheeks, forces your mouth open, and spits. a thick gob of bloody saliva lands on your tongue. copper. salt. filth. you gag, try to spit it out. but he shoves his gloved fingers into your throat, pushing it down. you choke, kick, but he’s got you pinned. helpless.
but then,
a sharp knock at the door.
your eyes fly open. the fantasy shatters like glass.
you’re alone in your living room. legs spread wide on the couch. fingers buried knuckle-deep in your soaking cunt. panting hard. your panties are shoved halfway down your thighs, clinging to your skin, slick with shame. on the cushion beside you lies the blue mask. still damp and warm from your grip. the mask that you took that night he saved you, but you never saw his face. you wanted his face, his name, anything. the mask lay by your foot, warm with sweat and blood. you took it because you couldn’t let him vanish without a trace. you needed to have something of him. so you stole it, stuffed it in your pocket, and ran. cowardly? yes. you couldn’t let go of the only piece of a man who gave you nothing else. but you’ve put it to good use, haven’t you? good fucking use.
another knock. louder.
you yank your hand free. heart hammering, you scramble to pull up your panties, wipe your slick fingers on your thigh. you toss the mask onto the coffee table, smooth your hair, straighten your shirt. your legs shake as you force them to carry you to the door.
you open it.
tony stands there, holding a toolbox. your quiet neighbor with mysterious way of living. “tony?” your voice comes out raw, still thick from the moans you were biting back seconds ago.
“you said you needed help fixing your bed.” he smiles. small. easy. but his eyes flick past you for half a second, scanning your living room. something in the way he moves makes your stomach twist.
“right… yes. yes, of course. come in.” you struggled a bit. then he steps forward. the space between you shrinks. you catch his scent. sweat, something metallic, and somehow a strong perfume. something that makes your freshly-used cunt clench again. it’s like the same scent that clung to the mask. the same copper tang that filled your mouth in that filthy fantasy you had. you push it away. stupid. he’s just tony. a nice guy who fixes things. nothing like the man in your head. you’re just being too disgusting.
you turn and walk fast toward your bedroom, rambling about screws and measurements you don’t understand. nervous chatter to fill the silence. behind you, tony stays quiet. too quiet. his eyes are still moving. when you finally glance back, he’s stopped. standing by the coffee table. looking down.
at the mask. damp. spit-slick. a smear of something glossy on the fabric.
coming back to the hotel after being out doing his stuntman work to find you dozed off in bed again waiting for him. he’s trying his best to be quiet as he kicks off his shoes and crawls into bed beside you. when he hears a soft snore pass your lips he can’t help but smile.
“hey there..” he whispers, using his fingers to gently brush your hair from your face, soothing your extreme bed head as best as he can with his hand. “i’m back, baby.”
you stir slightly at his voice, turning your body to face his a little more and curling into him. you definitely did not want to get up and he knew that.
“wanna get up, hm?” his voice is soft and careful as he tries to coax you from your blissful slumber. it takes a few more moments of him carefully petting your head for your eyes to finally begin to flutter open. he watches as you search his face, trying to blink the sleep away. he can tell that you were sleeping good.
“there she is, my sleepy girl.” he hums, leaning down to press a kiss against the tip of your nose. always gentle, he is, but especially gentle when he’s trying to wake you. he knows how jarring it is for you to just be pulled from your sleep.
your eyes break from his face as you take in your surroundings, how the room has grown darker around you. “what time is it?” your voice is quiet, sleep still clinging to the edges of your words.
“almost eight.”
“hm,” you hum, bringing your hand up and running it under his shirt. your fingertips are cool against his skin, which is a given because you’ve been asleep for hours in a room that feels like an ice box to him. “fell asleep waiting on you.”
“i know you did, baby. i’m sorry, i texted. we ran over. production had us run the same stunt over and over.” his response is genuine, he should’ve been back to the hotel by five o’clock at the latest, but they just wouldn’t release him until everything was perfect. he also knows why his text went unanswered—you were already asleep.
“it’s okay, just missed you.” you tell him in your soft, sweet tone.
his heart is going to burst out of his chest. he’s sure of it.
“i missed you too, you know i did. how about we order room service, yeah? take a bath, get that pasta you like and just stay here and watch something?” he hopes his suggestion will make up for his tardiness.
you don’t respond right away, your eyebrows raising as you think his suggestion over, weigh your options.
he wants to just absolutely kiss you silly right now.
“and cuddle?” you finally respond, and it sounds like a question, but he knows you already know his answer.
he still gives it to you.
“and cuddle, of course. how could i forget that? it would be just criminal if we didn’t.” his voice has turned up into his usual joking and joyful tone at the suggestion.
he’s so in love with you it hurts sometimes.
“i think that could work.”
and that’s how the rest of your night is spent. a nice, hot, shared bubble bath which helps soothe his aching muscles, your favorite room service pasta and a movie of your choosing.
you fall asleep on his chest, snoring softly again before the movie is even halfway over, but colt is positive that he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“sweet dreams, sleepy girl.” he whispers, pressing one final good night kiss against the top of your head.
sugar daddy jacob who met you on a random dating app because he was bored one night. jacob wasn’t really the type to participate in online dating. he believes that his charm is twice as compelling when the person he’s trying to woo is right in front of him. nevertheless, he gave in one friday night because he was in dire need of entertainment.
sugar daddy jacob who, after hours of swiping only left and very little right, came across a profile that drew his attention. all of the pictures were with your cat, with silly thick rimmed glasses over your eyes. everything about you screamed “nerd.” and jacob wasn’t known to be attracted to nerds. especially those who look way too younger than him.
even so, you were cute. way too cute. and from the pictures alone, it almost seemed like you were resembling more like the cat you were holding in jacob’s eyes. and he’s always had a soft spot for cute things like you.
sugar daddy jacob who wasn’t expecting the two of you to match immediately when he swiped right. but didn’t waste a second to start the first conversation. he immediately went with the “hey, beautiful” that he knows works with everyone. and it’s easy enough when he has the best pictures of himself in his profile. everyone will get what they expect. obviously. he’s not a fraud.
sugar daddy jacob who was immediately hooked by your pleasing personality. you were clearly the shy type as expected. you didn’t know how to respond to his flirty messages, but you tried. it was also very clear that you’ve probably never done this before. or maybe if you have, you haven’t done this a lot.
sugar daddy jacob who was confused at first as to why you were so gullible, but eventually took advantage of it because it served him a better purpose. you were always quick to send him pictures if he asked. even the naughty ones whenever the conversation will get a little heated.
that’s the cutest pair of panties i’ve ever seen in my life.
thanks! i have like 6 of these
would you mind sliding them off so i can see what’s underneath?
okay! but u have to send something in return bc this is like my 10th nudes and u haven’t even showed me urs
that’s not for you to decide, baby.
sugar daddy jacob who spoils you with everything else instead of actually showing you his dick. not because he’s insecure. but he just likes this little power play between the two of you. that you’re always so eager to please him no matter how hesitant you get. and that you know you have no say whether or not he participates with the whole sending nudes thing.
after getting your address, jacob would send a bunch of shit without ever telling you first. at first, they were all relatively innocent; that one action figure you’ve been dying to get your hands on, the textbooks you’ve been saying up for, the limited edition hardcover of the fantasy book that you really love. until the gifts turn into lingeries, vibrators, a small dildo to stretch yourself out, and a buttplug that you’re still scared to touch. he’s also not scared to send you a thousand bucks if you promise to send videos of you playing with your clit with the vibrating rose toy that he gave you.
sugar daddy jacob who finally set up a meeting because he couldn’t take it anymore. but he wasn’t the kind of gentleman who would take you out for dinner first, no. jacob drove to your address himself to pick you up after a business trip abroad, and he skipped all the “get to know each other” part because his dick was throbbing painfully in his pants that he could feel your eyes bashfully taking secret glances to it.
“i would offer you to touch it but i don’t want us to crash.”
“it’s just… a bit weird now. i’ve never seen it before so i didn’t know it’s that big.”
jacob can’t help but let out a scoff. he’s heard that so many times before. he’s never going to get sick of it.
sugar daddy jacob who didn’t waste his time shredding off your clothes and throwing you on his ridiculously huge bed. meanwhile, he stayed very much fully clothed and enjoyed the lewd contrast between the two of you. him covered up, you all bear and naked and cold underneath him.
he shamefully let his large hands squeeze your soft breasts, while his knee was slotted in between your legs and ordered you to grind your cunt against his clothed thigh.
sugar daddy jacob who secretly took out his phone when he made you flip over on your stomach to present yourself. he filmed the way you arch your back, the way you pressed your perfect ass right on his cock that was bursting through his pants, the way your cunt lips opened up and the way your asshole peaked out in between your cheeks when you spread your legs a little wider.
and when you looked back, you were horrified to see him with his phone out.
“jacob! you didn’t say anything about filming!”
“would you mind indulging me tonight, baby? haven’t i been treating you like a princess all month long? time to pay daddy back. don’t worry, i won’t share it to anyone. you have my word for it.”
sugar daddy jacob who took his condom off mid-fuck and shoved your dirty panties in your mouth when you tried to argue. he said something about “i’ll take care of you and our baby if i get you pregnant, princess. but for now, let me fuck it raw” while pistoning his hips and ramming his cock so far inside you, his belt slamming against your hips and leaving marks.
sugar daddy jacob who made you wear your glasses back again when he was just about to come. and he crawled on top of you to hold your head in place while he fucked his fist vigorously. “open your mouth, stick out your tongue,” he said, and when you do, jacob groaned so loudly as he painted your lenses with thick white ribbons, his hand still a blur on his crotch as he milked himself dry.
sugar daddy jacob who took pictures of you covered with his come. and he didn’t even let you clean yourself before he’s flipping you in a different position and doing it all over again.
a/n: for that one anon who wants icky jacob hcs. not sure if these are THAT icky but i cant stop thinking about sugar daddy jacob and i apologize. hes eating my brain
Court using toys on you when he’s exhausted from sleepless nights
You’re laying on top of him, his arms around your center as he fucks two fingers into you. His muscular torso flexes under your arched back “Mmph…fuck…Six…” you moan as he pulls his fingers out of you, spreading your juices around your clit.
He reaches over to your side drawer, pulling out your vibrator that he bought you for when he was away for work. He doesn’t turn it on yet, but he coats it in the juices soaking your clit. “Want you…” you whine out, slightly disappointed. “I know, baby, I know. Too tired tonight,” he whispers to your ear, breath sending a shiver down your spine.
You’re not complaining much longer before he turns it on, rubbing it around your clit. Your back instinctively arches with a moan before Six pushes you back into his chest. He wraps a gloved hand around your neck, pushing two fingers inside you mouth to keep you quiet from Fitz. “Shh…sweetheart. Can’t have Fitz hear you…” You moan against his fingers, reaching over your shoulder to grab a fist full of his messy hair.
You plead for him to increase the speed as you let out muffled moans. He kisses and softly bites on your neck, soothing over the marks with his tongue, whispering soft praises into your bare skin. “Doing so good for me, princess. Just a little more, I promise,” he says before finally turning up the speed.
You try to arch your back again, but Court’s grip around your waist prevents the action. His other leather gloved hand reaches your entrance, pushing two fingers inside. The added pleasure has your eyes rolling back, head resting against Court’s shoulder as the coil in your stomach threatens to burst.
With a few more praises, “C’mon baby, almost there,” he sends you over the edge. He turns up the speed again as you ride out your climax. He has to shove his fingers deeper down your throat to muffle the loud moan you let out.
After coming back down to Earth, Court puts the toy back in the drawer before massaging your sides. “Did so well for me, princess. So good for me,” he says as he plants kisses along your jaw.
After you’ve caught your breath, he helps get you dressed in some panties and one of his many black shirts. He holds out your panties for you, your legs still trembling as you step into them, holding onto his toned shoulders for support. He changes himself, wearing black boxers and a white shirt that does nothing to hide his toned body.
He carries you back to bed, laying you down before settling beside you and throwing the blanket over the both of you, kissing your temple as he finally gets to rest.
~~~~~~~~~~~
a/n: can you tell i have a thing for gloves?🤭 anyways, this turned out way longer than expected.
Reader who zones out looking at ryland while hes fucking her so good, and ryland slaps her a little bit to get her to pay attention again... I want him to be the meanest sweetheart ever, yknow
This is a request, if its somethinh youre cool writing, hope you see it cause I love your writing! im low key stalking this account to see what you post cause its my favorite lol
-🍃anon
OH MY GOD YES IM BRINGING SLAPPING KINK GRACE BACK LETS GO,
cw for well — slapping ;)
Ryland had you pinned to the mattress in the dim apartment, his body moving with that steady, relentless rhythm that always left you breathless. His cock drove deep on every thrust, hitting exactly where you needed it, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
You felt yourself slipping, eyes going soft and unfocused as you stared up at him—his sharp jaw, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the intense concentration on his face.
The pleasure built and built until your mind drifted, lost in the sight of him rather than the feeling.
A sharp slap cracked across your cheek, not enough to hurt but enough to snap you back. Ryland's hand stayed there, thumb brushing the spot he'd just struck, his expression equal parts concern and irritation.
"Hey. Eyes on me, sweetheart. You zoning out again?"
His voice was low, rough, but there was that underlying softness he couldn't quite hide. He didn't slow his hips, still fucking you hard and deep, but his free hand cupped your face tenderly.
"Pay attention. I want you right here with me when I make you cum."
Another light slap followed when your gaze started to wander again, this one paired with a kiss pressed to the same cheek.
"There you go. Good. Stay with me, baby. You're taking it so well." He leaned in closer, forehead against yours, thrusting harder now. "I know it feels good, but don't you dare check out on me. I need those pretty eyes locked on mine while I make you feel good."
✮⋆˙ ryland wants to try something new :: cws. pwp, coercion, teacher/student
“Sto— stop— oh god, don’t—”
It’s a real fight in your head. A part of you wants to keep your legs open and spread your cunt out for him, but the other one wants to dig a hole and live in it out of shame.
You never would’ve guessed this whole tryst would come to this. To you sprawled like a whore on your professor’s desk, in his classroom, without any certainty whether or not the door is closed.
“Do you want to do this or not?” Ryland raises a stubborn brow at you, and you feel heat crawling up to your face. Because now he’s sorta disappointed in you. You’re unsure, and you’re making him feel like you’re not up to play.
“I don’t— I don’t know… it’s scary. What if someone sees?” you whisper, so quietly in fear that someone outside is going to hear.
Because there are people outside. You can see their shadows walking by the foggy glass. There’s no doubt that most of them are going home now, and the chances that one of them will have the idea to consult Ryland one more time before they go isn’t technically low.
“Alright. It seems like you don’t want me to continue,” Ryland says in a monotone voice that makes your heart drop. Even more so when he pulls his fingers away from your cunt, and he wipes them clean on his jeans without a second thought.
So now you’re just lying there, bare and vulnerable, while Ryland goes to pack up his bag. You’re not sure if this is a joke or not. But knowing him…
“Wait,” you call out meekly, and you feel pathetic. Because you can feel the cold air hitting your naked pussy, and you’re still dripping. There are loud footsteps out in the hallway, loud chatters, and yet you’re willing to risk it all if it means not disappointing Ryland. “I’m sorry, come— come back.”
You try to take a hold of his wrist, but the man just slaps your hand away, and you want to sob. You want to sob and bury your face in his chest, tell him that you’re sorry, that you didn’t mean pushing him away like that, making him doubt.
But in times like this, you really struggle to form a thought. It’s rare that Ryland gets pissed with you. Or maybe not with you, because you’ve noticed him being on the edge since morning. Though it seems that you’re only making it worse by acting up.
“Sir, I’m sorry,” you whimper, sitting up straight so you can cling to him, but Ryland is still not looking up. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please touch me. I didn’t mean it, sir, I really didn’t.”
“But you’re scared,” Ryland deadpans, now looking at you over his specs that’s dearly hanging on his nose. “You don’t want me to touch you with all those people around. Don’t you?”
You gulp. You want to answer yes, that you’re scared someone’s going to knock or come in. And you’re going to panic and cry under his desk.
But the look on his face tells you that it’s not the answer he wants to hear.
So instead, you just shake your head and hold his wrist. “I want you to touch me again. I don’t care anymore. Please. Want your fingers in my pussy again, sir, don’t you? Please.”
Finally, the glint in his eyes is back.
And before you know it, Ryland is reaching a hand in between your legs once more, and he’s quick to pinch your clit hard in between his two fingers.
Your legs instinctively shuts closed, trapping his hand with your thighs. And when you open your mouth to scream, your professor uses his other hand to shove his fingers inside your throat. So deep in your throat that you immediately gag.
“There we go,” Ryland coos. “You’re lucky we’re not home. If you deny me again, I have no problem using that nipple clamp on your clit if that’s what it takes to drill the lesson into your head. Am I understood?”
As the question rolls off his tongue, his fingers pinch your clit harder, and you can only groan on his fingers as you try your hardest not to bite him off. So you nod your head as best as you can, and Ryland finally eases up.
“That’s my girl.”
He pulls away his hand from your cunt, and begins unbuckling his belt instead.
a/n: to that one tiktok that says “ryland wouldn’t dirty talk like that,” nobody asked. and also, your mom doesn’t love you.
luke has never fucked a virgin before. not really.
word count: 5.8k
warnings: explicit sexual content, implied age gap, lost of virginity, cunnilingus, size kink, size difference, protected sex (implied unprotected too).
Luke’s job is pretty straightforward. And he’s been doing it for as long as he can remember.
When being a stunt rider for the carnival wasn’t cutting it anymore, he had to find something else to keep himself afloat. For Luke, jobs that required basic thug shit came easy considering the skill set he had. He found out pretty quickly that cracking skulls and busting knees were what he was good at.
But that barely scratches the surface of what he actually does for work. It pays well mostly because he offers his clients a wide variety of assistance. And to put it briefly, Luke provides services with his body, and he gets paid handsomely for it.
Though it generally depends on the work he’s been hired to do. Most of the time it’s the usual bodyguard shit, something he’s more familiar with, but Luke thinks it’s just glorified babysitting. He feels that he should be above looking out for a grown-ass man or woman, but then again, it pays well. And when Luke’s being told to do protection services for a rich man’s wife and she later asks if she could suck his cock for an extra tip is the only fun thing about it.
Which is another thing entirely.
Luke isn’t the one to boast, but he knows he’s hot shit. Because if he’s not, the wives of his clients wouldn’t be throwing themselves at him. And he wasn’t called “Handsome Luke” during his carnival days for nothing.
It started when he was hired to be a bouncer at a club for a week or two. When a dancer tried getting in his pants during his break, Luke decided to give it a little twist.
“Are you paying for it?”
“What?” The woman, who introduced herself as Britney, raised a brow. “Why the hell would I be paying for it?”
“Well, you dance on dudes for money. You’re basically asking me to fuck you during my unpaid break, when I should be resting instead,” Luke reasoned with a smirk on his face. “I figured you’d understand, considering it’s the same principle. Business is business.”
But Luke knew Britney was one of the highest paid dancers in the club. She got the ass and the tits for it. So she really didn’t mind throwing a couple bucks on Luke’s request and rode his dick until she was satisfied.
And while Luke never thought about making the whole sex thing his only source of income, he did get a lot more customers there than his gangster jobs. Usually from old and desperate married women who couldn’t get the treatment they want from their husbands because their dicks no longer work. But Luke always makes sure to mention that there’s an additional fee if they want him to act like he’s their husband too.
But if there are old married women wanting his services, there are also the old men who want to fulfill their little fantasies with their wives. The cuckold ones who want to have their small dick shamed while Luke’s got his own cock deep inside their wife. Luke stopped questioning people’s fantasies a long time ago. And if the guy wants Luke to stick his schwanz inside him too, then that’s another fee they need to be informed about.
This is also a great time to mention that he never fucks raw.
He can’t have little Lukes running around town when he literally fucked almost half the population of it.
Luke could only thank Britney for being his first ever client after she advertised his huge dick around town when they fucked. He doesn’t mind pimping himself out as long as it keeps him from going back to that trailer he used to live in. He doesn’t mind dealing with all sorts of clients if they’re going to fucking pay for it.
What he’s not used to is someone boldly doubting and questioning his skillset in his face.
“Excuse me?” Luke can’t help but ask, barely masking the surprise written across his face. “What did you just say to me?”
The dive bar near his shabby apartment is where he spends his time when he’s bored. Luke watches soccer occasionally, pretending to be interested, but at least it takes his mind off things. They also serve cheap drinks and awesome nachos, and he hooked up with the owner a few times for a round of free alcohol.
So Luke pretty much knows what to expect from this place.
Which is why he’s caught off guard when a young woman approached him and asked if his dick was really huge as they say.
Said young woman certainly didn’t mind repeating the question.
“Is your dick really huge?” You ask again, with that same genuine expression on your face. Luke knows it’s genuine because he’s been asked that question a lot of times, but this is the first time ever that someone looks genuinely… curious. “I really want to know because I don’t want to waste a few bucks. I mean, I’ve been told you give great services but I want like, reassurance first before I actually give you my money.”
Oh.
It’s an inquiry.
“But wait. You’re Luke Glanton, right? Sorry, I should’ve asked first. That was probably very rude.”
“And very weird. You usually don’t go around asking men if their dick is huge. Some of them wouldn’t react as kindly as I did,” Luke grins as he shrugs. “They might take offense.”
“... But you’re Luke Glanton?”
“Depends who’s asking.”
Luke takes his time inspecting you, from head to toe. He thinks you’re not his usual client, so maybe his market is finally expanding? About time. Not that he’s getting sick of fucking older women and occasionally men – but it’s good to have younger ones on the side too.
Actually, you don’t look like his type at all. Luke notes that you’re cute and you look like jailbait, and your sweet perfume isn’t really his type but it works.
Personally, Luke prefers the long legged, confident women. The ones with the dangerous red lipstick and a smirk he’d wipe off their faces with his dick. The women in corporate who didn’t mind throwing money if it meant Luke would get to praise them for being a good girl.
But this works.
“I’m asking for your…” you trail off, and Luke raises a brow. “... services? I thought that was already pretty obvious. You should really improve your customer service.”
“I offer a lot of services, you have to be very specific.”
“But I did ask for your dick.”
Luke cracks a grin. You’re funny. He wishes you would talk less, though.
“Alright, you got me. Are you looking for anything specifically? Aside from my dick, of course.”
“Can I have the full package?” you ask bluntly, and really, Luke respects it in a way. “I can afford it. I sorta… saved up for it. Because my friend recommended you and said you could really help me have a good experience.”
“Your friend,” Luke repeats. “Do I happen to know this friend of yours?” Because he might have fucked them already as far as he’s concerned. But again, you’re on the young side. And Luke mainly fucks older people. So your friend must be fucking geriatric.
“Not really. But her mom was your client once.”
Well, that’s fucking bizarre.
But not the weirdest Luke has ever heard. So he shrugs it off like nothing and goes back to take another sip of his beer.
“Do you want to know her name?”
“Not really.”
“Okay,” you say in a quiet tone. “So… Can I get the full package then? And can I also know what it includes now?”
Luke raises a brow again. “Now?”
“Yes, what do we usually do? I don’t think you’re doing a good job selling yourself. Shouldn’t the customers know what they’re paying for first? And you don’t really sound very enthusiastic. Maybe this is a bad idea after all —”
“Whoa.” Luke is quick to grab your wrist when you’re about to slide off the stool and walk away. “Where the fuck are you going?”
You scrunch your nose as you try to pull your arm away. “I’m leaving. Like I said, you don’t look excited. If I’m boring you now, I’ll probably bore you later during sex.”
He breathes loudly through his nose. Young girls. Always so insecure. But luckily Luke knows just how to butter you up. After all, he’s not about to let money walk away from him. That’s not the type of person he is.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I was distracted. You have my full attention now. Full package, was it? You wanted to know what’s included?”
“Yes,” you deadpan.
“Well, why don’t I show you instead? That’s what you’ll be paying for, right?” Luke grins, squeezing his fingers slightly around your wrist. He then pulls your stool closer to him until the two of you are almost touching. “I don’t usually tell my clients what I’m going to do to them in bed. I like to surprise them.”
Luke sees you frowning. It’s cute. The way your nose scrunches up, almost like a cat.
“I don’t really like surprises.”
“But this is a good surprise, though. Don’t you think?”
When it takes more than a few seconds for you to respond, Luke wraps an arm around your waist instead. It makes you gasp a little, but you don’t pull away. Just gives him a weird, cautious look that he sort of respects a little bit. Usually women (and men occasionally) would be throwing themselves to him. But you’re being cautious. It’s a good thing.
“What’s your name?” he finally asks, and he smiles when you say it politely. “Pretty name. But I’d rather call you baby. Or sweetheart. Or my good girl –”
Luke snaps his head to the side when the bartender named Mark knocks on the counter.
“Not here, dude. We’ve got customers around.”
He finds that mildly offending considering Luke is the one that brings the customer around in the first place. But he doesn’t say anything, because he’s got a cute girl hanging on his arm.
Instead, Luke turns his attention back to you who looks flustered by the sudden acknowledgement.
“Seems like they want us out. Do you want to get out of here, baby? Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the motel. Only because you’re cute.”
*
The man who works at the front desk knows Luke, and he knows why he’s here.
He just tosses him the key for the room without looking up from the k-drama he’s watching, and he knows Luke will pay the next day – he always does.
Luke has your hand in his as he drags you to the second floor and the last room of the hall.
“Have you been here before?” you ask meekly as you look around the area.
“I’m here every other week, sweetheart,” Luke says as he pushes the door open. “It’s cheap and it gets the job done.”
He gets out of the way so you can enter first, and he watches as you cautiously look around the room. Luke has suspicions that you’re a rich kid. Maybe with strict parents, because you mentioned something about saving up for this kind of nonsense. But honestly, he’s not quite sure. Luke is certain this is the first time he’s fucking someone your age, though.
Speaking of.
“Hey, I probably should’ve asked you this earlier. But how old are you?”
You turn to look at him with surprised eyes. “Oh, I’m 20. Just turned 20 last month.”
“Oh, great,” Luke sighs in relief. Definitely the youngest one he will ever fuck. But he guess there’s a first time for everything, right? “You ever done this before?”
“Seeking out a prostitute?”
“Well, that too,” he points out. “But like, sex in general?”
It takes a tad bit longer for you to answer. Longer than necessary. And Luke raises a brow in suspicion.
“You had sex before, right?” he asks again.
Again, silence. In fact, you’re even avoiding his eyes like a guilty dog.
“Please, don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
“Does that matter?” you pout. “You’re good at this, you know what to do. That’s why I’m paying you.”
Jesus Christ.
Luke has personally never handled a virgin before. And honestly, he really should’ve expected something like this already. Considering how bashful you’re being. But then again, there are virgins out there who act freakier than him. That’s why Luke’s never been the one to judge a book by their cover.
“I’ve never fucked a virgin before, that’s all.”
You squint at him. “I don’t believe that. You’ve lost your virginity yourself too, haven’t you?”
“Well, I lost it to someone who wasn’t a virgin. So technically I wasn’t fucking a virgin.”
“Do you want to get paid or not?”
Mouthy.
And if Luke isn’t a literal slave for money, he probably would’ve said no to your bratty ass. He rarely comes across one. But when he does, it comes with a challenge that leaves his dick satisfied. So he guesses it’s all good.
In two wide strides, Luke is crossing the room and towering over you. He finds it quite cute that you have to crank your neck up just to fully look at him, and he brings his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. Such a simple action and you’re already trembling like a leaf.
“Is there anything I can’t do to you before we start?”
“None. Do whatever you want with me.”
Luke can’t help but grin. “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”
You don’t answer then. And that’s good. Because quite frankly, he’s getting tired from how mouthy you’re being. The only sounds he wants to hear from women’s mouths are the ones when he’s stuffing them full of his cock, brain rendered blank and drooling mindlessly on the pillow.
Luke finally leans down to capture your lips to his, and he pulls you close to his body as he wraps his hands around your waist. Turns out, you’re not as stubborn now as you were an hour ago in the bar when you’re getting kissed like this. You’re quick to submit yourself and melt into his arms as Luke deepens the kiss.
He brings his hand on your neck, then he slides it up until he’s gripping your hair roughly, keeping your head in place as he licks open your lips. You immediately get the memo and open your mouth, and Luke immediately shoves his tongue inside.
Luke can hear the kiss when he tilts his head. It’s wet and messy, and there’s already drool spilling over the two of you. It’s clear that you have no idea what you’re doing, mindlessly letting your tongue clash with his while your hands desperately grip his shirt.
And when he pulls away, there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. Luke leans closer to lick it away while you scrunch your nose in disgust.
“Don’t tell me that’s your first kiss too.”
“My first kiss was better than that,” you say with a hint of smirk on your face.
“I’m sure it was,” Luke hums. He then takes a hold of the end of your shirt and quickly pulls it off you. He whistles at the sight of your bra, holding a sizable flesh of tits right on his face. Beautiful. Breathtaking. He’s certain he’ll never get tired of the sight of boobs ever. Luke is quick to squeeze it through the fabric and watches as you squirm and whimper in front of him. “I want to fuck your tits. But maybe we can do it later.”
“Fuck my – how will that work?” you ask in genuine curiosity.
“I’ll slot my cock between those beautiful tits of yours and I’ll paint your face with my cum,” Luke deadpans, then he pushes you on the bed that you bounce slightly on the mattress. He slides his fingers on the edge of your pants, and he pulls it off in one swift movement, leaving you in just your underwear now that’s not going to last long – because Luke is pulling that away too.
And almost immediately, he smells the scent of sweet, untouched pussy in the air. And his cock has never been so hard before. When Luke spreads your legs open, his mouth dries up upon seeing your bare cunt in front of him.
“What?” you ask, voice a little shaky from embarrassment. “Is it ugly? I waxed before I went to you.”
“Why would you do that?” Luke tilts his head. “I love me some thick bush.”
“So it’s ugly?”
“No, I love all sorts of pussies, don’t worry,” he reassures her as he gently caresses your thighs. “Your cunt is fucking beautiful. Just been awhile since I last saw a bald one.”
Surprisingly, that cracks you up. And Luke finally hears a giggle falling from your lips. It’s cute.
“Take off your bra, too. I wanna see the girls.”
You obediently reach behind you and unclasp your bra. Luke watches with a grin on his face as your tits finally flow free. He brings his hands to cup both of them and uses his thumb to play with your perky nipples.
“T-They’re sensitive,” you whimper loudly. “Do you wanna… suck on them? I heard it feels good. Wanna try it out.”
Well, he wouldn’t have to be told twice.
Luke leans down and wraps his lips around your right nipple, and he sucks roughly. He sucks until your back is arching under him, lips licking around your areola before diving back in to suck and nip gently at your nipple. Then Luke turns to the other one and does the same, until his spit is dribbling down to your belly and you’re itching away from the assault of his mouth.
When he pulls away to see your reaction, he sees that already fucked out expression on your face that he’s familiar with. But this early on? Fucking hot.
“How’s that, baby? You love getting your pretty tits played with?”
You only nod with your bottom lip in between your teeth. Not good enough.
Luke brings his hand down to smack your left tit, and you squeal like a pig.
“Words, sweetheart. I want to hear it.”
“Yes! Yes, Luke, I-I love getting my t-tits played with,” you sniffle, and he smiles. Good.
“That’s better.” He gives your nipple a pinch and laughs cruelly when you yelp in surprise.
Luke pulls away to start unbuckling his belt. His eyes never leave yours as he yanks it out and throws it on the floor. But before he gets rid of his pants, he gets rid of his shirt first, baring himself in front of you and shivering slightly when the cold air hits his chest. Luke also doesn’t stop you when you sit up, a hand reaching to touch his chest and stomach, your surprisingly short nails digging into his skin.
“You like what you see?” he asks teasingly.
“You’re… really hot,” you say quietly, hand going further down until your fingers are just nestled on the thatch of hair around his belly button and disappearing down into his pants. “And hairy.”
“You should see the big guy.”
You give him a weird look and he pushes your hand away. Luke then shoves his own hand inside his pants, and he fishes out his hardening cock to show it to you. He’s still not fully hard yet, just barely getting there, but he can already feel himself heavy in his palm and leaking slightly on the tip. Luke holds it on the base as he points it directly at you – something he noticed that women loved from his years of doing it. And when he pans his eyes to look at you, as expected, you might as well be drooling like the rest.
“Is that – wow, that’s… really thick…” you trail off, eyes never leaving his dick. “You’re not fully hard yet, right? Is it going to get bigger?”
“Yeah,” Luke grins. “You like it? This is what you’re going to be paying for, isn’t it? The first words you uttered to me were about my giant cock.”
“I just never expected it to be that big.”
“This isn’t even the biggest it’s going to get,” he deadpans. “You’re going to have to wait for that. So for the meantime…”
Luke grabs your legs and pushes them up in the air, baring you outright naked in front of him. And he doesn’t miss the way your face twists in a sudden surprise, but Luke doesn’t wait to admire it.
He immediately dips his head down and latches his mouth upon your cunt, and he sucks. He keeps a tight hold on your thighs, his nails digging into your skin as he hears the loudest whimper he’s ever heard a woman makes.
Virgins, Luke thinks. Probably the first time having her cunt touched too, much less eaten. But nonetheless, Luke delivers what he always does. What he knows he’s good at.
He alternates between sucking and licking on your clit, just at the right pace. Not too fast, not too slow. Luke can feel your slick already dripping down his chin, and he finally fucks his tongue inside your tight little cunthole and buries his nose down mound.
He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of the smell of pussy.
“Fuck — Luke, that feels — oh, god… oh god, that feels so good —”
Luke hums loudly, making sure you feel the vibration on your pussy. He lets your fingers pull at his hair, and that only motivates him to fuck you with his tongue faster.
He drools all over your hungry hole. He can feel your warm walls clenching around his tongue. And he curls it to get all the slick from the source itself. Luke can feel himself getting harder as the seconds go by, and he can’t help but grind his cock slightly on the mattress.
“G-God, that — that kinda t-tickles — oh fuck — yes, yes —”
Luke pulls away to look at your face. It’s twisted in pure arousal and excitement, and your hands are pushing him back down to your hungry cunt that’s winking at him and clenching around nothing for more. He pulls back slightly to spit directly on your clit, and lets it dribble down your ridiculously tight opening and down your asshole.
“Luke, come on,” you whine loudly, trying to push his head down again, but Luke doesn’t relent. “Please continue. I want — your tongue again. Please?”
“You want it where?”
You pout and Luke smirks. How adorable.
“Tell me where. Go on,” he says. “Tell me you want my tongue again in your tight little pussy. Go on. Say it.”
“I’m not saying that —”
“Then you’re not getting it.”
When Luke goes to pull away, he laughs when you make sure to keep a rough hold onto his hair. You’re pulling it like a child, and he presses his cheek against your inner thigh with his hand caresses your hips.
“It’s embarrassing,” you say quietly, clearly ashamed. But that’s never been something Luke acknowledges when he’s fucking someone on the bed. If you’re not being shameful and not putting your heart into it, what’s the point? You were already moaning like you didn’t give a shit about the people possibly being next door.
“It’s hot,” Luke notes, giving you a cocky grin that he knows always works for other women. He’s not surprised when you bite your lip and look away, finally saying the words he’s been dying to hear.
“Please… put your tongue in my p-pussy…”
Luke’s cock has never throbbed so hard in his life before. Maybe it’s because you’re cute. Maybe it’s because you’re a virgin and this is the first sexual experience you’ve had in your life. Maybe it’s because he loves the way your cunt looks stretched around his fat fingers, and the way you moan with no shame and throw your pretty head back.
“Not quite my tongue yet but fuck me…” Luke whispers. “You’ve got the tightest little cunny I’ve ever come across.”
He pulls out his wet fingers and replaces them with his mouth. Finally. And Luke spends the next two minutes coaxing out your first orgasm of the night by smearing his lips and nose all over your sopping wet clit, acting as if he’s making out with it while keeping his eyes locked on your face
Luke uses his fingers to finally fuck you over the edge. Your legs wrap around his head and push him down to suck harder onto your clit. And when he curls his fingers in, he feels you squeezing around and squealing like a fucking pig.
Luke begins humping the mattress, his cock rubbing raw on the blanket bundled up beneath him. And he can feel his dick leaking like a fucking faucet. When he pulls away to sit up, he takes a moment to admire you out of breath.
“Your poor cunny looks prettier when she’s all puffy like this,” Luke smirks as he reaches down to deliver a smack right on your quivering pussy. You jolt and instinctively close your legs, but Luke smacks your thigh too. “Keep them open. We’re just getting to the good part.”
He sees you looking down to glance at his cock, and he cracks a grin when you grimace.
“That thing won’t fit.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“Use something else.”
“I thought you wanted the full package?” Luke raises a brow, and he grabs your ankle when you try to crawl away. “Don’t go anywhere. I promise you that when I fuck you full of this dick, you won’t go looking around for something else.”
You can only whimper. Most girls do. And guys, don’t forget. Some of them would always act so brave and confident, but cry like a baby for a bottle when Luke’s screwing them down into the mattress. It’s hot, though. Luke can’t complain.
“Are we going to do it now? You don’t want me to…” you lick your lips. “You know… suck your uh —”
“My dick?”
“Yeah.”
“Next time,” Luke grins. Before he fully gets rid of his pants, he fishes for the spare condom in his wallet. They probably should’ve stopped somewhere first before they got here, but alas, he’s not about to run to some gas station when his cock is hard enough to knock down bricks on the wall.
When he sees you looking curiously at the package, he hands it over with a knowing smile on his face.
“You wanna put it on?”
“... Magnum XL…” you read the packaging quietly. And as if a surge of pride, Luke’s own dick twitches against his stomach.
“I know it’s big, stop wasting any more time. Put it on.”
You obey without another word. Maybe it’s because you’re scared. Luke imagines that’s probably the case. You’re a virgin, after all. And not to mention the fact that Luke has also never fucked a virgin before.
He’s just… going to be less aggressive, that’s all.
Luke holds himself at the base while you put on the rubber plastic over his girth. You give him a quick stroke to test it out, and he watches as you slowly lean your head closer to press a chaste kiss on the head of his cock.
“How fucking cute,” Luke chuckles, petting your hair. “You gotta kiss it better first because you know how I’d fucking struggle stretching that cunt of yours, hm?”
You scrunch your nose. “You need to learn how to be less vulgar.”
“I’m a male escort. It’s what I do.”
Luke doesn’t wait for whatever it is that you have to say next. He flips you over on your hands and knees, and he positions himself behind you, taking aim of his dick to rub your clit with the fat, mushroom head of it.
“It’s not — I’m scared, Luke. I don’t think it’s going to —”
“Shhh,” he says, reaching over to insert his fingers in your mouth. “Just relax. Let me do all the work. Relax your pussy when I head in. It’s going to hurt, but just relax.”
Luke really doesn’t want to comfort a crying virgin. But he doesn’t want to be an asshole. And what if you rate him with 2 stars after this and tell the experience to everybody. That’ll only ruin his great image.
So Luke slowly eases his cock in. Once the thick head finally slides its way in, everything else will go in smoothly.
“That’s right…” Luke coos when you keen and fist the sheets. “Biiig stretch.”
Your mouth is muffled, but he knows what you’re saying.
It’s big.
It’s a tight fucking fit.
“I know, I know,” he says through gritted teeth. Because fucking hell. His dick feels like it’s being choked to death. When he knows half of him is finally inside your snug little cunt, he prepares you for the worst part by pressing a soft kiss on your nape. That’s when he drives deep and shoves his whole dick inside you.
He throbs harder when you scream around his fingers, and he’s fucking lucky you didn’t bite them off. You just try to buckle your hips away, but Luke keeps you close to him, not letting you go anywhere far.
Luke keeps his cock buried deep inside you, and he takes a moment to regain his senses. He eventually pulls his fingers away and hears you letting out a pathetic sob as your face falls on the mattress.
Ah fuck.
How did you figure out this is his favorite position, really?
“It hurts, Luke —” you sniffle.
“Only at first,” he reassures while he keeps a hold of your hips. “Relax your muscles. You’re clenching, that’s why it hurts.”
“It hurts!” you argue loudly, but that soon crs. acks when Luke moves slightly and you scream. “Ah — slow down!”
Luke is reminded once again why he doesn’t fuck virgins.
He simply doesn’t have the patience for this.
But he’s nice today. He’s not an asshat. So he goes slow.
He drives his cock real nice and slow, only hearing your wordless little whimpers and moans. When you try to muffle it with the sheets, Luke pulls at your hair to hear you better.
“Don’t be shy to make a sound,” Luke reminds you. “I want the whole building to know who’s breaking in your pussy like this.”
“Stop — being so vulgar —” you choke out, and Luke can only laugh at you. “M-My pussy — it doesn’t — ah, slow down — it hurts! It’s big! Slow down!”
“I am slow,” Luke says with a small grin on his face. He rolls his hips forward slowly, enjoying the sloppy sounds that your cunthole is making as he slides in and out, the slowest he’s ever fucked someone in his life. “What were you saying? Your pussy what? It hurts? Does it?”
“Ah — it’s sensitive!” you whine.
“Poor baby,” he says, fake pouting. “But your poor little dripping pussy is so wet. Surely you won’t be able to blame me if I just —”
Luke doesn’t give you any more time to adjust.
He finally fucks deep, relishing the wet sound of his meaty cock sloshing in your cunt, and he begins jackhammering the shit out of you into the mattress.
“Luke —” you squeal out his name. But that squeal quickly turns into a scream. And when Luke grinds his hips against your ass, feeling his fat balls slamming against your sopping clit, you try to run your ass away but fail. “Ah — ah, ah, please — oh fuck — shit — it’s so big —”
“Yeah? You love it?” Luke grins through his sweat. “Tell me you fucking love it.”
“I — oh, Luke… Oh, fuck — oh, shit — fuck —” you moan pathetically, clenching around his dick as you try and buckle your hips away. “It feels so huge — I love it — I love it, Luke! I love being…. Ah… filled like this! Your cock! I love your cock —”
“Damn fucking right you do.”
Luke leans down to turn your head around slightly to press a wet kiss on your lips.
“More, more, more, please — please, Luke —”
“I knew you’d come around,” Luke grins. And then, he fucks you harder.
Luke fucks you until you’re clenching the sheets with your fist. He hammers his hairy cock down, until you’re pushing back against him by yourself, poor little clit dripping with pure satisfaction from being fucked full of him.
“Yeah, that’s right… work that pussy on my cock… show me how good you feel — oh fuck… yeah. She’s so fucking wet,” Luke croons. “Your kitty must be so fucking happy that I’m the first one to break her in, huh? God, you’re such a slut for it. Your first fat cock and you already know your fucking way around.”
“Y-Yeah… it feels so good, Luke… feels so good i-inside me…” you drool. Luke swears if he can see your face now, your eyes are rolling at the back of your head. It’s just one of the downsides of fucking doggy-style. But he doesn’t have to see it to know it. “My… pussy is so — happy. I’m gonna — I feel weird, Luke… my pussy feels like — oh… oh fuck… oh shit….”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Luke groans. And honestly, he can’t take it anymore. The moment he feels your hot walls squeezing him dry, he pulls himself out and rips the condom off and throws it on the ground. You fall on the mattress on your front, twitching and convulsing from your orgasm.
Luke takes himself in hand at the thick root of his dick, and he starts fucking his fist with a sweaty plap-plap-plap, his hand becoming a blur from the speed of it. And finally, he moves quick to flip you over on your back to aim his cock directly at you and shoot his load right onto your perfect fucking face.
Luke groans loudly, feeling his balls pulling at the sensation as he slows down from fisting his hairy cock. White ribbons of semen are shooting out of his slit and onto your brow and lashes, and it’s a good thing you have your eyes closed, otherwise that would’ve been a big problem.
And when you finally do open your eyes, you lick your lips at the sight of him.
Slut.
“Fuck…” is really the only thing Luke can say. He’s never come that fast before. That’s a new record. But then again, it mostly has to do with the fact that it was an untouched, virgin pussy.
Not anymore, it seems.
Luke moves to reach down and see the condition of your cunt. And he wants to salivate upon seeing it all puffy and sore and slightly gaping because of him. Not to mention the light streak of blood smeared all over your cunt lips and clit.
When he glances up to meet your eyes, he sees that you’re dipping your fingers onto his load and licking them clean.
“You’re a real fucking freak for a virgin,” Luke comments, and he smirks when he sees a glint in your eyes. “You wanna go again?”
You only raise a brow.
“... Is there an additional fee if I want it raw?”
a/n: this is just an excuse for me to write about luke's absolutely humongous cock. and also he's a bit mean here. also he's huge, did i mention that? also he's got a dirty mouth. also he's huge did i tell you that—
the bed is creaking beneath u and the headboard is hitting the wall. sam is thrusting into u at a fast pace, hitting that spongy spot inside u. “holy fuck sam!”, u close ur legs around his waist, curl ur toes and squeeze ur eyes shut. he’s groaning into ur neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin, for sure leaving a hickey. sam brings his hand to the headboard to try to stop it from hitting the wall. the warm, tingly sensation keeps growing more and more in ur stomach, signaling that ur close. u throw ur head back, trying to hold ur moans back but it’s useless. sam continues to fuck u, feeling ur pussy squeeze his cock. “im gonna come!” “shhh y/n. dont be loud.” u dig ur nails into his shoulder and bite ur bottom lip, trying to keep quiet. sam brings his other hand to rub ur clit and u gasp out loud. right when ur about to scream out, he muffles ur mouth with the hand that was holding the headboard. ur eyes roll to the back of ur head as u come. sam feels himself get closer and he muffles his own mouth with the back of his hand that’s covering urs. after u calm down, he removes his hand and kisses u. “im sorry.”, u say into his lips “for what?” “for being loud.”, he laughs “im pretty sure ur not the first person to be loud in a motel room.”
𝐜𝐰 : +18. MDNI. smut (piv, clit rubbing). sex in workplace. filmed sexual relations. pet names (baby, pretty, sweetheart, beautiful). gentle dom beau. creampie (? kinda.
Slow, almost gently, like he's trying not to bottom out and ruin it, Beau slides in and out of you with a pace that's been making the tension building in your lower belly painfully tight.
The drag of his length every time he drives his hips forward pushes you just a little further against his desk where he has you bent over, the quiet squelch where your bodies are joined making you hot in the face. It's getting harder to think about anything else but how disarmingly well he stuffs full you every time.
He's been teasing you like this for ten minutes, making you think he's about to quicken his pace only to push into you languidly again, the grip of his hands around your hips loosening and clenching every time you do the same around his girth, finding stability in the softness of your flesh.
"You okay, baby?" He asks ever so gently, his voice just loud enough to break through the haze of your mushy brain. "Need me t'stop?" The erratic shake of your head is enough answer.
Beau gives a quick look to your phone that's propped up by coats and a stack of documents on one of the chairs in front of his desk.
This was his idea, filming while his fucking you so cruelly like this, but he wanted to let you have full control of what happens with this video once it stops recording.
You— sweet, stupidly blissed out you, starting to drool over a report sheet on the desk because you just can't help it when his tips keeps bumping that pulpy, almost alive spot inside of you— can only nod, barely ducking your head down a few times, chin brushing against your shoulder, before your eyes shut tight, letting out another of those whines that are starting to sound like you're about to cry.
It started a few days ago. The idea bloomed in Beau's mind after a painfully long week where he couldn't see you until the next morning, which seemed unacceptable and strangely physically painful for him.
He was needy, lonely, and he couldn't get his hands on the real thing. Couldn't cup your face between his hands, couldn't trace the shape of your lips with the tip of his tongue, couldn't reach down and rub your arousal all over your slit and sensitive bud like he's doing now.
Sure, he had that spectacularly hot and simultaneously tender Polaroid you took for him six months into your relationship to give himself some relief, the one he keeps in the same drawer of everything of real value he owns in the trailer.
Pebbled nipples under one of his flannels, peeking out under the hem where you had bunched it up around the upper part of your midriff, hand between your legs and tights pulled apart just enough to make him shudder every time he looks at it.
He's even made a copy of it, just one— you know, just in case the original got lost— but he's not ready to tell you about that yet.
That night he needed to watch your flushed face, the thin coat of sweat building up on your skin after each thrust. Needed the deliciously slick sound of his skin meeting yours and the way your body shivers against him.
Couldn't get the idea of your cunt dripping down the edge of his desk, each sway forward of his body making your clit rub against it.
And he didn't have anything like that available at any time except for his memory, where he had taken you after hours in this same room.
Until today.
You came in after a couple of days of not seeing eachother, wearing that gorgeous smile on your face and that glimmer in your eyes that told him how much you had missed him, and you kissed him like you wanted him to eat you alive, and he just couldn't help himself, so he did.
He was more than relieved to know you were into it. That you had been thinking about it, too.
It's risky to fuck you silly in this workplace, a police station, he knows. But everyone's gone home early today, and the idea of having a video of you, bent over his desk, huffing and puffing like you're actually going to start shedding tears if he keeps delaying your orgasm...
Yeah, he would've been pretty fucking stupid if he hadn't asked you to film a sextape in his office.
He'll fantasize about this day until the day he dies. He'll fight to keep this position if that means he can come back here until he can barely walk and think about the scene laid in front of him.
"What's that, pretty?" He hums softly, like he's trying to console you, his right hand releasing your hip for a moment just to thread his fingertips through the strands masking the side of your face. "You gotta tell me how good it feels, okay? Can you tell me how good it feels?" He brushes them aside, tenderly caressing the side of your head as your face becomes into display for the camera.
"Feels so good," There's a ridiculously notorious waver to your voice, eyes meeting the lens, but you've started to use all of your willpower to not come yet.
There aren't words that are good enough to describe the way you look right now, with those beautiful eyes encased in a thick layer of tears and the spit edged on the rim of your lips where it's already dripped over whatever paperwork he has tending to an hour ago.
"So pretty," Your moan echoes his words, thin and pitiful enough to make him smile fondly as he watches your eyelashes flutter, sparkling your precious tears on the desk. "So, so pretty. Oh, beautiful, didn't mean to make you cry."
When he leans down to soothe your sorrows away, caging you down onto the sturdy wooden surface, you let out the first sob, frustrated and pent up enough to start blubbering, a variation of wanna come and please, please, please Beau and feels so good, feels too good.
In this new angle he rests his head over your shoulder, starting to pick up his pace again and with that ripping a moan out of you that he wishes he could bottle up and pour all over his body next time he can't have your touch.
Beau looks into the camera at the same time one of your hand comes up to fist his silky, chestnut tufts of messy hair, grunting against your skin when his own release threatens to snap at him.
There's something uniquely sweet in the way the tip of his fingers crawl down the arm of your free hand and interlock with yours, guiding the other one back between your thighs, the sluggish pace of his hips unconcerned about the way your cunt squeezes him so hard it makes him dizzy.
"Wanna come?" Needless to say that you immediately nod your head like it hurts to even think about not doing so. "Gonna come now?" His middle finger fiddles with your clit and you feel miserably perfect, like this is the way sheer pleasure feels and nothing else but this. "Want me to cream this pretty pussy so good? Wanna be full of me?" His voice is so placid and soft his words barely sounds filthy at all.
"Please." You whine again, your breath catching in your chest when he somehow manages to cram all of his cock inside of you, your vision becoming blurry for a moment before it takes over your whole body like dead weight made out of ecstasy.
Feels so good. Youf feel so perfect and My precious, perfect girl is what you hear while everything shuts down around you, his thick cum bathing your insides and the wreck of your orgasm is all you can feel for some solid three minutes.
During that time, he nuzzles his nose behind your ear, velvety pecks peppered all over your sticky skin, broad hands rubbing your arms and your back up and down, a new trail of praises leaving his mouth when you come back to him, peering up at him over your shoulder like he's just brought the world to your feet.
"Love you," You manage you mumble tiredly, pulling a saccharine sweet smile from him and earning you a smooch on the left corner of your mouth.
"Love you, sweetheart." He pats your bare ass gently before carefully pulling out of you, hearing the soft sound you make with your face hidden against your upper arm and taking the chance then to rub two fingers over your still very sensitive puffiness, making sure everything leaking out of you can be stuffed back in.
"Can't let anything go to waste, can we?" You just let out a shameful chuckle at that against your clothed arm. His hand searches for your face and slowly prods two fingers inside your mouth. "Atta girl. Mhm, that's good, isn't it?" And you suck them clean until they're wet with your spit only, smiling against his lips when he leans down to kiss you again, properly this time.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : well... this is pretty shitty but i had a spurt of inspiration and i couldn't just kill it, so...
also i feel like it's a little ooc or that is a little weak of substance, but WHATEVER.
