kinktober day 9: somnophilia, riding & overstimulation
pairing: top/seme male reader x imprint! jacob black
premise: after years of pining over bella, jacob unexpectedly imprints on you—and now he's determined to prove he doesn't love her anymore
postscript: how are we feeling about the coloring over the photos? I feel like it doesn't work as well with real-life humans as it does with drawings...should I keep it like this or switch it up when I write about real people characters?? also, I might edit this later since I haven’t given it a thorough proofread yet, so please bear with me if you see any changes made later on.
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it had been around 2 weeks since jacob imprinted on you.
the whole ordeal had occurred after he got into it with bella and edward. again. it had become a recurring routine for him to butt heads with the vampire in an attempt to stay around bella, who everyone but him realized had no real solid intentions with him.
nobody had the heart to tell him, though, so instead they chose to keep the peace they themselves had with the shapeshifter and say nothing about it. of course, with your luck, you got stuck being the one that had to take a turn at comforting him after the quarrel happened.
sure, you were used to jacob's stubborn antics at this point, but that didn't make them any less annoying to deal with. you'd think that after running into the same damn wall of bella choosing edward over him, he'd take a hint, yet he never did. and you never had it in you to snap him out of the delusion. that's why right now, you were patting his back and giving small reassuring words while he stayed hunched over, with his head in his hands while sitting next to you.
"it's alright; she'll realize how much better you are one day," you reassured, really actually saying it more for the sake of the situation rather than to be realistic. you had long given up on trying to open jacob's eyes about how things actually were from an outside perspective, mainly now just focusing on saying whatever was needed to get him back on his feet.
you loved jake, and if lying to him at his most vulnerable state meant keeping him stable and happy, you'd do it till you lost your voice. he didn't need to know that, though. it's not like the feeling was exactly reciprocated with how open he was about his devotion to bella.
"I don't know (m/n)," jacob groaned into his hands, still too bummed out to actually move from his stance. he let his hands slide upwards and comb through his hair, leaning his head downwards and letting it hang in the process. "she's been with that stonehead for nearly three years now; I'm starting to lose hope in there ever being a reality where she picks me over him."
you internally cringed at his words, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. seriously, how dense could someone be? 'I get being in love can make you blind, but jesus, this is excessive,' you thought to yourself, only visibly letting out a long sigh before leaning your own upper body forward to be at level with jacob and taking hold of his chin, raising it up to meet your gaze.
"regardless of who she chooses, you need to remember that you're an amazing guy that any person would be lucky to have," you softly stated, letting a small smile fall on your lips.
that's when it hit him. the deep, intense feeling that targeted his chest before spreading to the rest of his body. he felt a wave of tranquil euphoria wash through him as he looked into your eyes. suddenly all the small but significant attributes on your face became more noticeable for him, and that gentle, caring stare you were giving him started causing a sensation he only thought possible to feel for one girl to fill his stomach.
ah, so this is what it felt like.
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after that day, you noticed jacob starting to act...peculiar towards you. if you tried going over to him and making conversation, he'd go beat red and immediately make an excuse to get away. during patrol breaks when he and the other shapeshifters were lounging around, the instant you'd enter a room he was also in, they'd start making obnoxious noises before sam shut them up. he'd also begin to keep tabs on you. even though he wasn't talking to you, he'd check up on your whereabouts while in wolf form, silently stalking you before leaving to go complete his own missions.
it was all so odd. now it seemed like you were the only one unaware of what was going on while everyone around you seemed to have caught on centuries ago. you didn't bother thinking too hard about it, though. aside from all the recent weird behavior, it seemed that jake had miraculously lost his long-lasting crush on bella. he no longer seemed interested in going out of his way to see her, focusing more on his wolf pack duties and hanging around the tribe's circle—especially hanging around you.
one day when you were able to catch him before he ran away again, you brought up that change in him you'd recently noticed. "you know," you chirped, looking up at the sky before continuing your sentence. you were too enthralled by the clouds to take note of jacob's hazy stare. if it were possible for shapeshifters to, he'd swear he almost went into heat every time he hung around you too long. it didn't help that he naturally had an exceedingly high body temperature, so really, being in close proximity to you didn't make things any easier.
"I'm surprised you don't pay bella as much attention anymore. since, like, you're obsessed with her and stuff." you chuckled, smiling to yourself while your eyes shifted between different clouds. the mention of bella and jacob's feelings for her made his heart drop to his abdomen. right. you still believed he was in love with her.
"uh, yeah," he muttered out, his gaze shooting down to meet the ground beneath you two. "I think I'm just starting to lose the crush. haven’t really been thinking about her much as of recently."
you let out a hum in response, keeping your view glued to the sky. an awkward silence started to build around you both, so you decided to leave the topic alone and switch to something more digestible instead. but as you continued to pursue the conversation with jacob, you failed to realize that your mentions of bella caused something to become very clear in his mind.
he needed to prove to you he was over her.
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the shapeshifter started to brew a plan that made you realize there was nothing going on between him and the human girl anymore. he even went through with making notes and such to brainstorm ideas that could help get the message across.
during patrol you were all he could think about. ever since he began working towards a plan, you'd gained an even bigger place in his head than before. and that was a problem for the rest of the pack, especially during the period they were in wolf form and could hear his every thought.
"dude, your thoughts are starting to get annoying to deal with," barked out paul, giving jacob a mean growl through his wolf form. "if you're not going to do anything about your feelings, stop making us victims of them."
jacob was about to snap at his companion until an idea dawned on him. he needed to do something. you were never going to get the message if all he did was ponder about it.
the moment patrol ended, he ran to your house while still in his shifted form, only retreating back to his human figure once he was in front of the establishment. the man was completely naked, not having considered shielding himself before booking it for your place. he went around the house to where your room was located, noticing you'd left your window open.
bingo.
as he pulled himself through the open segment of your home, he quietly landed on the floor of your room. you were sound asleep, not a single sign of you waking up being present. he gently trod over to your bed, slowly climbing in to best avoid any vigorous movement from your mattress.
he lightly peeled the blanket covering you off, sliding his hands down where your shorts and briefs were covering your lower half. pulling them down, your soft cock was revealed. wrapping a hand around your dick, he leaned his face lower to spit on it, using the saliva as a lubricant to make jerking you off easier. by this point you were starting to shuffle around a bit, not fully awake, but not exactly far from it.
your shaft started hardening in jacob's hand, his movements causing you to gain an erection even through sleep. he moved his head to be inches from your cock, licking a line up a vein that decorated the side of it and earning a low groan from you. afterwards he pulled back his head, inserting his index and ring fingers in his mouth as he wet them. he sucked on them until drool accumulated and leaked from the corners of his mouth. after he got them wet enough, he pulled them out of his oral cavity, placing his arm behind his back and aligning his finger with his hole, slowly using them to stretch himself open.
a small whimper left his mouth as a result of the stretch his fingers caused. he pumped the digits into himself while going back to your dick, making it his goal to get you completely hard. as his hand started gliding up and down your shaft faster, you started breathing harder, your oxygen intake becoming more rigid.
you eventually blinked your eyes open, becoming officially awakened from your slumber. looking around, you could barely make any sense of the situation before you. jacob was butt-naked on his knees, arched over and fingering himself while jerking you off with his other hand. were you actually awake?
the opportunity to wrap your head around the situation at hand was short-lived, however, as a guttural moan left your mouth when you attempted to ask the other male what he was doing, the pleasure of his hand butchering your effort for words. he looked up at you, his actions not halting in the slightest.
"oh, you're awake," he whispered, a strain accompanying his words. his own attempts to get words out, though successful, came out a bit unnatural due to voice's instability because of him pleasuring himself.
you wanted to take another go at speaking, but jacob cut you off from it. "at least you're conscious for the best part," he teased, standing upright on the bed before crawling over to be on top of your frame. you were too drowsy for this. falling into sleep had been the last thing you remembered, and now you had been awakened by your best friend trying to fuck himself on you.
with your mind still foggy, you didn't take any initiative to get the man off you, letting him place his hands on your chest and lower himself onto your cock. an audible whine left his throat; even through closed lips, the stretch of your dick was too much for him. the two measly fingers he'd prepped himself with were basically useless at the moment.
feeling your cock being swallowed into his tight, warm walls, you throw your head back. a ragged moan escaped your mouth, with no attempts to keep your voice down being made. you had completely forgotten that your parents were still under the same roof as you and could possibly hear something if too much noise was made. jacob, being the only one who seemed to remember this, slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans while beginning to ride you.
"hahh-shit, you're gonna g-get us caught," he breathed out, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. it'd be bad for the both of you if anyone walked in on the scene. that didn't stop him from continuing his actions, though, rocking his hips and swaying them in circles around your cock.
you kept making noise through his palm, a stream of muffled moans being heard throughout the room. hopefully the sounds you were making didn't travel past it. your eyes began rolling to the back of your head as your release neared you. it was almost impossible to not finish fast when jake was the one whose walls you were in.
he was so warm. his body temperature made holding off on cumming near impossible. the sweat that was prickling through your skin in response to his physique's heat was nothing compared to how good your dick felt nestled inside him.
you tried informing jacob you were going to cum, but with his firm hand still blocking your mouth, all you could do was let some more groans leave you before your eyes rolled back, flooding his walls with all of your load.
jake let out a groan at the feeling of you filling up, purposely avoiding making any unnecessary movements that could lead to your semen leaking out of him whilst still chasing his high. by now you were borderline overstimulated, with your fresh-off-an-orgasm cock still being used for the other males' own pleasure.
your frame started to shake as his movements got harder, the creak of your mattress echoing throughout the walls of the room. after a few more seconds, jacob followed your lead and came too, ropes of cum spurting out onto both your bellies as he breathed heavily.
he let himself fall onto you, his full body weight on top of yours, while the both of you took a moment to catch your breath. all you could think about, though, during the period was how warm he felt. you could almost doze off and fall back asleep with how cozy he was.
moving your hands lower to grasp both of jake's hips, you gently lifted them upward to take your now soft cock out of him. he let out a disappointed groan from this, as your fluids started leaking down his thighs, but you didn't let it stop you from proceeding.
after having pulled out, you wrapped your arms around the other male, firmly cuddling him as you two relaxed into each other's touch. you were about to let the situation end like that and ask questions later, fluttering your eyes closed with the intention of going back to your slumber, with jake accompanying you this time, until—
creak. the sound of a door from another room in the house opening was followed by your father's voice telling your mom he was just going to check up on you out of concern for the "random noises" they heard.
in which. ᖭི༏ᖫྀ you didn’t know if you should thank your friend for convincing you to pen pal a criminal… or hate her.
which. ᖭི༏ᖫྀ dark content, mentions of murder, daddy kink, mommy kink, choso is a federal criminal, whipped asf over reader, dirty talk, yandere!choso, reader loves his craziness, possessiveness, obsession, recording, stalker!choso, usage of drugs, sub!reader, breaking and entering, choking, spitting, pussydrunk!choso, he kisses&sucks ur feet lol, dark!choso, breeding kink, pet names, swearing, freaked out, and etc!
authors note. ᖭི༏ᖫྀ part of my dom!choso collection & kinktober 2025. yes this did take me 9 months to finish.. mind ur business. based on the song forever by danger incorporated. i had to make choso crazy in this, lol. he will most certainly not be a sub bitch that much and if this triggers you in any way pls go ahead and exit out <3 nobody is forcing you to read! not proofread either.
“im telling you girl,” utahime giggled, eyes glued to her phone with a smile. “you have to try this pen pal app, i just met this really cute dude. white hair, blue eyes.. so dreamy.”
you shook your head watching your friend daydream about the mysterious man. utahime wouldn’t stop talking about him since the day she met him, you couldn’t help but to wonder was he really even all that?
“i dunno hime.. seems pretty shady to me. they’re criminals for a reason.” you constantly had to remind her that these weren’t just ordinary people. they were killers, robbers, and sometimes even worse. “we shouldn’t mess around with stuff like this.”
utahime did nothing but wave you off, as always your words went in one ear and out the other. “hey, just try it. you can’t knock it until you do.”
and as much as you hated to admit it, her words echoed in your head later that night. she made a great point.. you can’t knock it ‘til you try it.
warm sweat from your palms coated your phone as you texted utahime for the website link. you had no clue how the whole pen pal thing worked and you surely weren’t expecting to ever figure it out, but now you were filled with curiosity.
that’s why when utahime sent you the link you wasted no time signing up, putting your best picture on display. you scrolled around the site, getting a good look at some of your options. nearly all of them looked down right deranged, but what did you expect?
“yeah, hell no.” you shook your head, part of you felt so stupid for this. something you’d always told utahime not to do you were now doing yourself.. how does that work?
your conscious almost got the best of you.. you almost closed out of the app entirely, ready to put a rest to this incredibly bad decision before it got bad.
but at the very bottom of the page— someone caught your eye. which was probably the worse case scenario because the inmates at the very bottom were the most dangerous. the website, and utahime herself had warned you of that.
you still remember the girls words, it was the one time she was flat out serious, a slight edge to her voice. “y/n whatever you do.. just don’t message anyone on the very last pages. those are the people you should really be scared of..”
you bit the inside of your cheek in contemplation. if utahime and the app warned you, should you really even be thinking about this?
one last glance at the inmate had you already coming to a decision. those dark eyes that were void of any light, his dead expression somehow fitting his face perfectly. the man didn’t look crazy, he just looked tired— like he’d seen way too much for one lifetime.
if you had to sum up how the picture made you feel, you’d say it was almost felt as if he was staring at you himself and not just through a picture.
alias: c. real name: choso kamo. age: twenty-six.
your nails found their way to your mouth as you slightly bit at the skin out of anxiety. “you know what, fuck it. what’s the worst that could happen?”
you made sure to quickly add him before you lost your boldness. thankfully your nerves had calmed down since you expected it to take about a day or two for an add back, that’s around the time utahime said it usually takes.
but what you were not expecting was for the criminal to both add you back— and text you, within the blink of an eye.
new message incoming!
choso: what are u doing up this late?
sent at 11:34 PM
you: uhh it’s not that late LOL. do they not give u a time limit on devices in there?
choso: nah they do but i have ways of getting what i want
you: i can’t tell if that’s a good thing or bad thing
choso: you’ll find out soon, but message me more tomorrow. u should get to sleep alright?
seen at 11:45 PM
you turned your phone off with a heavy sigh, that actually wasn’t as scary as you’d thought it would be. choso seemed normal pretty much? maybe a little dry, but nothing too out of the ordinary.
did the app make some kind of mistake putting him on the bottom page?
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“you’ve been giggling at your phone quite a lot recently.. now you see why pen pal is so addicting?” utahime asked, locking her arm in yours.
it’s been around 6 months since you met your pen pal, choso. and ever since it’s been non-stop texting, you even found yourself staying up past the time you usually do— just to talk to him longer.
“fine hime.. you were right,” you sung out with a small smile, you knew that’s what she wanted to hear. after all those times you scolded her for it, and now here you were doing the same thing.
“hmph i know! you can thank me later, but right now i reallyyy need you to go to this party with me.”
a party? utahime knew you didn’t do parties, they’re childish and stupid— sometimes even dangerous. “you know how i feel about parties hime,”
“i know i know. but i figured if you stepped outside of the box for that pen pal thing, then you would for this too?”
again, she had a point. people always complained about how up-tight you were, throwing out the idea that you didn’t know how to have any fun. ever since then you started to believe it yourself, and fed into the false role for years.
but you don’t want to be that girl anymore. you want to have fun, and like utahime said, why not step outside of the box for this too?
“y’know you’re actually right..” you started off, a small smile forming on your lips. “i think i might just go to that party with you..”
your best friend’s face lit up so much you thought she was seeing things. “wait really? oh hell yes, i’ve been waiting for this!” loud claps filled the air, her enthusiasm always brightened your mood.
“im gonna get out of your hairs now, but get ready right now. ill be back later to pick you up, kay?” you gave her a soft hum before she rushed out of the door, not wasting anytime.
spam notifications from your phone snapped you out of your thoughts. who could be texting you that- fuck. you were so busy with utahime that you forgot all about choso, who knows how long you’d left him on delivered for.
new messages incoming!
choso: what’s up pretty girl, how’d u sleep?
sent at 10:23 AM
choso: where are u at? cmere now i miss u
sent at 12:34 PM
choso: ah i see, ur gonna ignore me now??
sent at 2:00 PM
choso: k bet i got something for u
sent at 9:45 PM
you tried to ignore the uneasiness that his last message brought upon you. what did he mean ‘he’s got something for you’? it sounded like a threat, and deep down you knew it was. but something in you kept telling you that choso wouldn’t dare, he’d never do anything like that.
you: hi cho! im sorry for the late response ive been busy all day, but i missed you :)
message not delivered.
you: uh? did you unfriend me or is my phone just glitching..?
message not delivered.
is he fucking serious— he unfriended you just because you didn’t text back for a couple hours?
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt you. maybe it was just your attachment issues— but you grew really close to choso within the past few months. it wasn’t easy to picture him out of your life after he’d been apart of it for this long.
“it is what it is i guess.. ill take that L.” you sighed, shrugging your shoulders as you tried to just focus on the party going on later tonight. your outfit was still undecided, and you had no clue what to do with your hair.
though you were still pretty upset about it, you swore this wouldn’t ruin your mood tonight— you wouldn’t let it.
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“holy fuck we look good!” utahime exclaimed, swaying her body to the music. the two of you had been at the party for a couple hours now, and you were actually having fun.
the only thing that made you feel a bit uncomfortable was the constant feeling of being watched, but hey it is a party filled with people. things like that were bound to happen, so you forced yourself to get over it.
“we really do,” you agreed with a small smile. “i still can’t believe we got so many numbers?” from the moment you two stepped in, men and women were on you like fly’s. it was kind of hard to believe they found you that approachable, you were flattered to say the least.
“shit i can believe it. we look stunning tonight, especially you.” utahime’s voice perked up. you knew she was proud at how much you’ve come out of your shell in these last few months. “you got this glow to you. you look a lot.. happier.”
you sadly smiled at her words, knowing it was the truth. you weren’t sure how long that glow would stay now that you’d lost a big piece of what contributed to that happiness.
“thanks so much, hime. i wouldn’t be here without you seriously.” a small sigh fell from your lips. you still stood firmly on what you said before, you would not let choso ruin this night for you.
utahime threw you a smile as she told you to stop thanking her, but you couldn’t help it. if it weren’t for her you’d still be cooped up in your house reliving every day the same exact way.
“come, let’s danceee!” she giggled before grabbing your hand, practically dragging you to the dance floor. the smile on your face was genuine and you found yourself letting loose.
your hips slowly swayed to the bass of the music, running your hands through your soft locks. the dress you wore outlined your curves in all the right places, and everyone around you noticed it.
it wasn’t long before you had a line of guys behind you practically desperate to get even the slightest sniff of your scent. you were flattered to say the least, so flattered you pulled one of them right toward you.
your hand grabbed his arm, wrapping it around your waist as his chest was hard against your back. “try to keep up okay?” you teased him slightly by rubbing against his bulge.
“uh yes ma’am!” the blush on his face only made you more motivated— dances getting more explicit by the second. this was way too much fun, you almost couldn’t believe there was a time you would’ve said no.
as the night grew on you’d danced with multiple guys, but for some reason you felt uneasy the whole time. you couldn’t put your finger on it, but instincts almost never lie.. it’s scientifically proven. you swore you felt eyes glaring daggers into your frame, examining your every blink and step. yet you went on like it was nothing.
looking back on it.. that was pretty fucking stupid.
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you were quick to kick your heels off, tossing your purse somewhere random. the only thing you could think about was how good you were going to sleep after this, tonight was fun but so tiring.
that’s probably why didn’t notice the dark-ominous presence in your living room, or the tall shadow lurking behind the hallway like a statue.
you blew off the eeriness vibe again— figuring you must’ve just been too tired to think straight. until you heard a creak that was a little too loud to be nothing, causing you to freeze up for just the slightest second. you’d spent this whole night ignoring your intuition..
should you really be doing it again?
you decided that you shouldn’t. in one quick motion you inched closer toward the door— snapping on the light in the process.
that one switch revealed all. within the blink of an eye the figure was right in front of your face, inches away and practically breathing down your neck.
he examined you with dead eyes, a look of boredom glued on his face by nature. the blood curling scream that fell from your lips was immediately stopped, he’d pinched your lips shut with a disturbing ease. “w..what the fu-”
“don’t be scared baby, y’know who i am. you had fun ignorin’ me?” the familiar voice came out low when he interrupted, the deep bass of it was terrifying but weirdly soothing to your ears.
in one swift motion his hand snuck around your waist, tightly pushing your body against his. his eyes felt like they were boringly examining your entire soul, for a minute you doubted he was human.
it took one glance at his luscious dark hair that tried to hide behind his man bun. and his gorgeous blood mark that he’d tell you more about later— for you to realize he wasn’t wrong. you knew all too well who this was.
your jaw practically dropped on its own, a look of confusion carried along with it, “but i don’t understand.. how are you out? and how did you get my address?”
the low chuckle that slipped past his throat was hot, you couldn’t ignore the aching it triggered between your legs. the sexy sound matched the even sexier grin he wore on his face, fuck he’s driving you crazy already.
“good behavior, and it wasn’t that hard,” choso shrugged with that half grin that made you so weak in the knees. he was much more handsome in person— that picture did him no justice at all.
and it looked like he’d added onto his tattoo collection since being a free man. not to mention all the piercings that looked so red and fresh. you wondered, just how long had he been out and roaming around? how long had he been planning this?
your hand involuntarily reached toward his cheek as you caressed it gently. part of you wanted to make sure this was real- and the other part just wanted to feel him, he’s a lot softer than you assumed he’d be..
“you had a time tonight? letting all those dudes touch what’s fuckin’ mine.” he growled, gripping your waist even tighter and forcing his head into your neck. only then could you really sense his seething anger.
your hands moved to his chest before giving him this look that he couldn’t quite decipher, “hey calm down.. how do you even know about that?” it shouldn’t have been a surprise at this point, he’d already found your address and broke in.. who knows what else he was capable of.
the dark haired man wrapped his free hand around your neck as the other stayed planted on your waist. “there’s nothin’ you do that i won’t see alright? remember that from now on, cause i almost killed a few people tonight,”
a small whine fell from your lips at his gentle hold on your neck, eyes never leaving his dark ones.
for some reason you got the feeling he’d been stalking you, it’s the only thing that really made sense. you weren’t scared.. no. choso could never scare you— but what did scare you was the fact that you liked it.
“my girl’s just been whoring herself out huh?” his hold on your neck only got tighter, moving upwards to your jaw as he forced your eyes to stay on his. “guess that means i gotta teach you a lesson.”
you shook your head once his words registered, immediately turning your heart heavier. “you unfriended me so.. i thought you got tired of me or something.”
the dark haired man brought your hands to his lips and left small kisses on the soft skin, never taking his eyes off of yours. “could never be tired of you mama. i was on my way to you, i promise.”
do not even think he didn’t notice your thighs squeezing together at his words, you weren’t even trying to be slick about it either.. he made a mental note to punish you later for that too.
“you promise?”
your whisper nearly sent choso into fucking overdrive. he hummed with his mouth still latched to your hand, slipping your thumb beyond his lips and sucking on it. “uh huh. watched you the whole time, never took my eyes off. waited to make my move.. make you fuckin’ mine.”
the tiny whimper that slipped past your lips was all the further signal he needed to carry you towards your room, gently tossing you on the bed after.
before you knew it, the numbers you got from the club managed to slip out your bra, falling to the floor on full display for the possessive man.
choso eyed the scraps with his usual look of boredom— though he was eerily quieter than usual, not saying another word when he glared at you. within the blink of an eye, he’d brought the trash to his teeth and ripped every single one.
“you were holding onto these huh?” his calloused hands yanked you towards him, the next thing he ripped was your dress. “you’ll never be at a fuckin’ club again, that’s for damn sure. you hear me lil’ one?”
you could feel your panties damping as the tone of his words rushed straight to your core. he ended up smacking your thigh the first time you didn’t answer, and you knew better than to do it again.
“y..yes i hear you.”
the man grinned at your words, immediately pulling you by your feet towards the edge of the bed. one look at his cocky grin had you even weaker in the knees, oh you were in for it now.
in an instant your panties were ripped off and thrown on the floor, joining your dress that was also ripped to shreds. why the fuck were they so easy to rip?!
his dark eyes shifted to your dripping cunt, staring at the masterpiece in awe. “so damn perfect.. wanna kill anyone who’s ever seen her.”
choso was on his knees now, leaving soft but wet kisses on your plump thighs that he loved so much. fuck, not only was your pussy drop dead gorgeous but she even smelled good.
“w..what are you doing?” your shyness took over and you couldn’t help but to close your legs. did he not like what he was seeing? maybe he was regretting you already?
the growl from his throat was heavy, but the slap to your thigh was even heavier. “quit it brat. don’t you dare keep her from me, i waited long enough.” he spat as he slammed your legs apart with a force that had you soaking.
choso gave you no time to register before his mouth was latched onto your clit, eyes locking with yours as his teeth grazed the aching bud.
“o..oh my gosh!” you tucked your hands in his hair, pulling so hard his man-bun was no longer.
dark strands covered his face as his hair fell down, not that he even cared. he was far too lost in your taste, captivated by it. “so good. so good. fuck sooo good.”
his mindless muttering of praises had your hips bucking against his face, aching for more. your body nearly acted on its own— if his mouth felt this addicting you couldn’t even imagine how his dick would feel.
a familiar need bubbled up in your core, pressure rising quickly in your lower tummy. you couldn’t help but pull at his hair harder, “nghh please i have to pee, please!”
choso didn’t let up an inch. instead his hands pinned your thighs down and kept them there, he shook his head to add circulation— just to taste more of you.
“fuckk that’s not pee mommy. cmonnn lemme have it,” the vibrations hitting your clit had your eyes rolling, the pressure finally snapping as you squirted all over his face.
you swore you saw him smirk as he lapped up every drop he could, not wanting to waste anything. “fuckin’ delicious ass shit..” he gave a gentle slap to your sensitive clit, sending shivers down your spine.
through blurry eyes you watched his sweats drop, he had to have free balled or maybe you were just too fucked out to notice when his boxers came off.
your cunt ached as you took in his size and you almost shut your legs, but you knew better. “t..that’s not even gonna fit!”
he grabbed your hand when you reached out to touch him, guiding you to his dick and allowing you to feel every inch. “spit on your hand mama, then touch all over your dick. feel what you do to me..”
you didn’t know why, but when he called it yours you couldn’t stop the soft whine that followed. doing exactly as he told you— your hand gripped his length, slowly moving back and forth.
it only took one stroke for you to have him cumming, your touch lighting fire in him. “fuck ma.” he slapped tip against your clit as he came, both of you watching as it drizzled down your folds.
“ohhh my.. mm.” the broken whimper you slipped out sent blood straight to his cock, he couldn’t wait any longer. it felt like he’d die if you weren’t wrapped around him soon.
“gotta feel you right now..” he groaned before turning you on your stomach and holding your apart. his messy tip slid right past your gummy walls, the stretch painful but so pleasant.
your jaw dropped when he eased into you. you swore if your throat wasn’t so scratchy your silent whines would have been screams. “chooo ‘m so full, ugh give me more please.”
who was he to deny his pretty princess? the big man wrapped his arm around your stomach when he pushed further, tip brushing your cervix with every stroke.
with an arched back you leaned your face in a pillow, eyes getting teary as both his thumbs pressed into your back dimples.
“wish you could see this baby.. she looks so fuckin good.” he was referring to your pussy— the same one that had him on the brink of growling.
choso never took his eyes off the way he disappeared inside you then came back out messy as fuck. he felt so bad his poor baby couldn’t witness this too, that wouldn’t be fair now would it?
your mindless babbles were like music to his ears, he cooed while grabbing your phone, and unlocking it with ease. you didn’t even wanna know how he knew your password, you didn’t even care.
the flash was the only thing you could register, along with the way you could feel every vein on his dick as your walls welcomed him in like it was home. “i.. shitt- i got you pretty one. we can watch em’ back tomorrow, so you can see.”
once the camera was angled he rocked his hips further—slamming into you with a force that had your toes curling. “a..ah fuck! keep fucking me honey, mm yess,” your words were sluggish but he understood them all the same.
the pet name may or may not have had him nearly whimpering with hot cheeks.
when you peaked back your focus was on his sweaty locs, and the biceps that poked out as he held your tummy. then your eyes locked with the camera and you were squeezing him way more than before.
“‘m cumming! ‘m gonna cum soo much, nghh.” you cried out. your stomach locked with pressure again and you knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped. choso pulled on your hair gently forcing you to face the camera as he said his next words.
“c..cmon mommy, gimmie all that shit. i ain’t gonna pull out either.. you got that?” he was really asking if you knew what comes after that, even if it was selfish. you’d be a great mother but only to his kids.
and he’d be damned if he didn’t get an early start. why delay the inevitable after all? your fate was sealed the moment you’d clicked his picture and friended him.
“oh myyy- fuckk cho! mm.” before you knew it you were creaming around him, pussy aching more than ever. with a small pout you quickly nodded while lazily matching his strokes. “please.. wan’ it so bad. don’t pull out daddy, pleasee”
in one last thrust choso was filling your insides to the brim, anything that tried to slip out he pushed back in. and you barely registered at first— but he was tracing ‘c’ on the heel of your foot before he kissed it, then slid your toe past his lips to suck.
“you’re stuck now princess. gonna be suck my wife, mother to all my kids suck,” he spoke through occupied lips before finally releasing your feet. you pouted when he did without even realizing it. “alright pretty let’s get you all cleaned up.”
“nopee, i want you in me still!”
so maybe choso did belong on the bottom page.. but you’d be right there with him if need be.
kinktober25 | day 22: quiet sex | ao3 link | masterlist
tags: Levi/Reader, cockwarming, public sex, exhibitionism, road trip sex, creampie, some pining and fluff at the end, I lowkey feel sorry for Erwin and Hange in this one
warnings: MDNI
wc: 1.5k
“You’ll just have to sit at the back. With Levi.” Hange gestures towards the backseat.
You eye the cramped space sceptically. No way the two of you will fit there without sitting on top of each other.
Levi seems to think the same. “Why am I thinking you’re about to suggest something illegal, Four-Eyes?”
They blink innocently at him.
A long moment passes.
Then, Levi lets out a scoff. “Tch, fine. But Erwin’s driving.”
Pressing a palm over their heart in mock hurt, Hange pouts. “Why, you don’t trust my–“
“No,” you and Levi say at the exact same time.
You cross your arms over your chest. “If I’m going to sit on Levi’s lap, I don’t want a maniac behind the wheel."
“What she said.”
Hange throws their hands into the air. “Ugh, you two are no fun.”
The first part of the road trip proceeds…fine. You’re sitting almost not-uncomfortably in Levi’s lap while you try very hard to ignore the way his thighs flex beneath you whenever the car does a turn.
You’re fine. It’s fine. It’s absolutely fine.
(it’s not fine)
You’ve inched yourself forwards until you’re practically sitting on his knees when he grabs your waist in a firm grip. “Do you want to fall off?” he asks. “Because if you want to kneel on the floor instead, be my guest.”
Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you hastily move backwards. Or try to, because just then, the car swerves violently and you’re knocked back against Levi instead. You can hear the breath leave his lungs and feel his forearm lock around your waist, keeping you in place.
“Sorry about that, guys,” Erwin calls from the driver’s seat, a sheepish look on his face. “There was a hole in the road.”
“I thought we said no maniacs behind the wheel,” Levi scowls.
“To be fair, then Erwin’s usually a very responsible driver,” you argue while you try to wriggle out of Levi’s grasp – try, and fail, because he doesn’t let you.
“Keep still, for fucks sake,” he murmurs in your ear.
“Well, if you’d just let go–“ But you freeze mid-sentence as you feel something hard prod against your back. Something hard and warm and heavy and twitchy–
Levi lets out a quiet hiss. “Fuck, don’t do that.”
“Do what?” you hiss back. You press your thighs together as you feel your pussy throb.
“That.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re fucking squirming in my lap.”
You turn back to look at him, arching a brow. “Like you’re one to talk. I’m not the one sporting a huge–”
Levi slaps his palm across your mouth and before you can help it, a muffled whine escapes you. His lips curl. “You were saying?”
Luckily, the sound of the engine masks your conversation, and Hange and Erwin are busy on the front seats, discussing the research project they’re collaborating on with words so complex you wouldn’t be able to understand them even with a clear head.
Fuck, you’ve never been so turned on in your life. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d soaked through your underwear at this point.
And then, you feel it. Levi angles his arm around your waist, his fingers trailing along the hem of your dress. His hand lingers there for a moment before he slowly moves it higher, higher, higher until his fingers ghost the outside of your soaked panties.
He curses. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, accusing me when you’re this wet.”
You whimper, and he presses his palm firmer against your mouth before leaning closer, pushing his throbbing cock against your ass, his breath tickling your ear. “Lift up your skirt.”
Your eyes widen, but you don’t hesitate to comply. Fuck, this is so, so risky and beyond wrong, but also incredibly, incredibly hot.
As you quickly lift your skirt, Levi pulls his cock out of his pants. You just catch a glimpse of it – long, thick, perfectly curved, the tip an angry red and leaking precum – before Levi grabs you by the waist again and practically shoves you down on his cock.
The sound you let out is mercifully drowned as the car accelerates.
Levi’s breathing turns strained, his cock twitching inside you, his knuckles whitening as he clutches your dress – the only thing hiding the fact that Levi is inside you – bunching the fabric in his hands.
“If you move,” he says, voice just a little deeper and hoarser than usual, “I’ll pull out.”
You nod furiously.
And then, the fucking bastard, he lets go of your mouth, leaning back casually while his fingers uncurl as he rests them on your thighs instead. Meanwhile, you feel like you’re dying.
A slow, agonising, painful, wonderfully blissful death.
You don’t move an inch, but every time the car changes speed, turns, or runs over just the tiniest bump in the road, Levi’s cock nudges against your insides. You feel yourself throb and tighten around him, your cunt leaking so much that you’re worried you’ll stain the car seat below you.
The only thing indicating that Levi is just as affected by this arrangement as you are is his carefully controlled breathing (controlled, too controlled to be unintentional) and his dilated pupils. And well, his cock, throbbing inside you every time you so much as hitch a breath.
The next couple of hours proceed like that, and even though none of you have been moving, by the time Erwin finally stops by a gas station, you think you could cum from just a single thrust from Levi – maybe even less. Your pussy is swollen and sensitive, and Levi’s cock so hard that you’re sure it must be painful.
When Erwin finally stops the car, Hange turns in their seat. “You two still good?”
You manage a weak nod. Levi lets out an affirmative grunt.
“You sure?” Erwin asks, brows furrowing. “You do look a little uncomfortable.”
“We’re fine.”
“Alright. We’re just going to grab some snacks, any of you wanna come?”
“Nope, I’m good,” you squeak.
“Buy me a water,” Levi says.
Hange salutes you before exiting the car with Erwin. It’s only when they disappear into the gas station that you let out a slow, stuttering breath of relief.
And then, it’s as if something in Levi snaps. He grabs your waist and lifts you, your combined build-up arousal gushing out before he snaps his hips back up to meet yours in one, powerful thrust.
You were right.
You’re both pushed over the edge, a loud, obscene moan escaping your lips, your hands clutching the front seat for leverage as your thighs shake, your pussy clenching repeatedly around Levi’s pulsing cock as he empties himself inside you with a choked, broken sound from the back of his throat.
It seems like forever, but after you’ve both come down from your highs, Levi finally pulls out. Gently, he reaches up to brush his knuckles against your cheekbone. “You alright?”
“More than alright.” You laugh breathily.
His lips twitch. “Good. I didn’t mean for our first time to be, well, like this.”
You blink in surprise before schooling your features into a coy smile. “Been thinking about me?”
“All the damn time.”
Fuck, he’s serious, isn’t he? You thought you were the only one – the only one sending him stolen glances, the only one wishing you could be something more than just friends.
Levi gently taps your thigh with his index finger. “There are tissues in the glovebox.”
“Oh. Right.”
You manage to clean up before Erwin and Hange return, but there’s still a very wet, very obvious stain on the front of Levi’s pants. “Don’t worry about it,” he tells you before pulling you back into his lap, nestling his chin against your shoulder.
“Leviiii, here’s your water!” Hange sing-songs once they enter the car.
“It'll be a while before we reach our next destination,” Erwin says as he starts the engine. “You guys sure you don’t need a break?”
You shake your head. “We’re fine.”
You’re almost at your destination when Levi unscrews the cap on his water bottle. You expect him to take a sip, but instead, he tips it …and dumps half of it in your lap. “Whoops,” he deadpans.
“Ah, shit,” Hange curses, eyeing the mess with a frown. “Now you’re going to be all wet the rest of the trip.”
You choke on your spit.
Levi waves them off. “We’ll manage.”
“Luckily, we’ll be there soon,” Erwin reassures you.
Sending you both a dubious look, Hange turns around again.
“Told you not to worry,” Levi murmurs in your ear, his thumb drawing soothing circles on your hipbone.
the sketch above are by me and part of my 100 day Levi art challenge
Warnings: p in v, exhibitionism, thrill of getting caught, risk of public indecency charge, Clark hits it from the back! MDNI 18+
Word Count: 900
Clark’s apartment towers over Metropolis.
One of the tallest buildings in the skyline, he can see most of the city from his windows, he doesn’t have curtains because he simply doesn’t need them.
You’re not so lucky.
An old brick building, your apartment boasts a vintage fire escape and one window with a view of a billboard. It has a scenic overlook of an alley. Climbing only about eight stories off the ground, one wrong creak has passerby’s looking up.
That’s why Clark’s hand is over your mouth.
It was meant to be a quick stop, you were waiting for him on the rod iron, planning to get your kiss goodnight and tell him to be safe.
“Make good choices, don’t do anything Batman wouldn’t do.” Your usual line when Clark insisted on doing his late night patrols.
Then he’d floated in, landed without noise and taunted you with those dimples. The stars behind illuminated his cape, the outline of his shoulders and strong arms. He’d taken you into his arms like an old movie, pulling your body against his chest and kissing you so sweetly you swear it could give you a cavity.
Desire crept in like a shadow, claiming your rationale and good intentions. It crawled up from between your legs and suddenly being chaste was never a possibility.
When he pulled away, when you should’ve let go and given him back to Metropolis for the night, you couldn’t help by slip your hand into his waistband.
It was too easy really, to slide your fingers between layers of fabric, just deep enough to find his briefs and that delicious bulge. Too easy to kiss him while you palmed it. Clark, the strongest man on your planet crumbled, groaned, open and tortured into your mouth.
“What’re you doing to me?” He whispered, eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to yours. He twitched under your hand, a few drops of pre hitting the fabric as he already starts to harden for you. “I gotta go back out-“ he tried to argue, a big hand coming up to hold your wrist. He doesn’t pull it away though, just cuffs it between his index and thumb, a warning.
“Can’t go out there like this?” You taunted, voice all silk and temptation. “Gonna save the city with a hard-on Superman?”
Looking back now, you’re not sure what you expected him to do.
“Gosh-“ Clark breathes behind you, his own voice muffled against your shoulder. His hips are relentless, pounding into you with an intensity that makes the entire fire escape rattle. Paint chips under your hands, knuckles turning white as you grip the railing. “Gotta be quiet baby.” He chides, as if he isn’t the one who pulled your pants down.
The alley is quiet beneath you, a few stragglers passing through. You hold your breath with each one, body tensing as you listen to their footsteps, praying they don’t look up. You know what they’d see if they did though.
Clark is in the shadows, but it wouldn’t help. Anyone who’s been in Metropolis more than five minutes knows his silhouette better than their own. An outline of strength and power that is almost as iconic as the ‘S’ on his chest.
Then there’s you, clear as day, body rocking forward over the railing either every thrust. Your shirts still on, but you’re not sure that’d be enough to save you. Then there’s his hand, palm stretched over your mouth to keep you quiet.
You can see the headlines now.
SUPERMAN FUCKS RANDOM CIVILIAN ON BALCONY
SUPERMAN DOES CHARITY WORK
SUPERMAN, TRACKING DOWN HIS HAREM
BIG BLUE? OH ITS BIG ALRIGHT
SHOULD SUPERMAN BE ARRESTED FOR INDECENT EXPOSURE?
You clench down on Clark hard, eyes rolling as he hits that soft spot inside you. It’s a lot harder to care about being caught when he feels this fucking good.
“Gonna ruin my reputation.” Clark grunts, another thrust that’s even harder than the last.
A high pitched moan escapes past his hand, but you can’t even answer. Your thighs are trembling with the effort of standing, words are beyond you.
“That what you want? Make it so I can just stay home everynight? Stay inside you?”
Shamelessly, you nod, frantic and close.
“Needy girl.” He chastises, bending down so his chest is flat with your back. “Was gonna come home tonight and take such good care of you.”
Finally, his hand slips. A rough gasp leaves you as you catch your breath, head dropping down with relief. “I’m sorry-“ you croak, “You’re always gone I missed you.”
Clark ignores you, one hand iron clad on your hips, the other bunched up in the back of your sleep shirt. “Bought a new candle and everything.” He grunts, “Was gonna make it nice.” A hard thrust, “Was gonna make it up to you.” Another one, the slap of his hips on yours loud enough to make you glance down.
Empty.
You don’t know if you feel relief or disappointment. Part of you wants to be caught, you realize. Wants the world to see he’s yours, to know that Superman is spoken for.
The other part of you, the relieved part, she just wants to keep her job.
Another hard thrust, knocks a loud moan out of your chest. High pitched and pornographic, no one who heard it could mistake it.
Behind you, a low a chuckle, a tighten grip and a slow roll.
Maybe, just a little, he wants to get caught too.
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ʚ cont: voyeurism, public sex, masturbation, dirty talk, fantasizing, gojo gets his ass stuffed, choking, hair pulling, angst if u squint
pervert. pervert. pervert.
that’s the mantra that repeated in nanami kento’s mind as he stood in the crook of the alley with his hand around his cock, hidden from prying eyes, as he watched his former upper classman; now notorious defected cult leader—geto suguru, pound into satoru gojo’s ass from behind
“did you miss this, satoru?” geto groaned, wrapping an arm around gojo’s throat and forcing him to bend his neck back. his fingers held him so tightly, the soft flesh of his neck indented.
gojo groaned, and it was so pathetic, so uncharacteristic, it was unlike anything nanami had ever heard before. his cock twitched, filling out in his hand.
pervert. dirty pervert.
but he couldn’t take his eyes off the pair of them, not when gojo smiled and nodded eagerly, glowing blue eyes slicing through the darkness hiding their encounter. “yes,” he admitted, rocking his ass back to meet geto’s unforgiving thrusts.
geto reached around his body and found gojo’s thick cock. nanami watched the movement, enraptured, squeezing his own fingers around his freed length as geto wrapped his large hand around gojo’s cock and started stroking, trying to mimic the feeling. “i know you did. fucking holes never has been enough for you,” he cooed, plowing gojo so hard his chest crashed into the jagged brick wall. geto’s body followed him, molding his chest to his back. “this greedy ass is always begging to be filled, isn’t it?”
what was happening? how long had this been going on?? their touches were all too familiar for this to be their first encounter of such nature. nanami’s cock dripped onto the dirty stone beneath him at the though. how many times had they fucked like this? was it always so rough? so needy?
wrong. this was so wrong. he should be reporting his findings to the higher ups immediately. but the way geto’s ass flexed as he thrust into gojo… the way gojo’s fingers tangled into his long, gorgeous strands… he couldn’t look away—couldn’t stop touching himself.
nanami was too ashamed to admit he had thought about pulling geto’s beautiful before, particularly while nanami fed him his cock while the older male got on his knees. just the thought made nanami hiss quietly through his teeth.
gojo couldn’t respond to geto’s words, too busy biting his lip and groaning between trapped teeth to think straight.
was geto that good at fucking? it sure looked like it. nanami never had been one to bottom, but gojo’s gorgeous eyes filling with tears compiled with his strong thighs and arms that shook at the intense pleasure looked too appealing to dismiss.
“tell me, satoru. when was the last time you had a cock in here?” geto moaned against the shell of his ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.
“six months ago,” gojo grunted, jaw falling slack as geto did something with his hips that made the tears in the strongest sorcerers eyes fall down his rosy cheeks. tears nanami wanted to lick up. “at the hotel,” he finished.
geto released a sound so primal and raw, nanami had to lean against the wall of the alleyway to stop himself from falling to his knees. he kept pace with his thrusts, pretending HE was behind geto, fucking his senior into gojo, pulling his hair hard as he took every. fucking. inch. into that sweet, full ass.
shit. shit. nanami humped his fist. would geto be tight? has he ever bottomed before? nanami hoped not. some irrational part of him wanted to be the first one in his ass, making him lose his mind with pleasure as he introduced him to his prostate.
“no wonder you’re so sensitive, you really have been unsatisfied, and yet,” he paused his hips, rocking them against gojo’s ass in a way that made gojo scream out. he clasped a hand over his own mouth, muscled arm trembling relentlessly. “—you never let anyone else fuck this hole,” geto continued. “why?”
gojo tipped his head down to watch geto stroke him off, his free hand reaching between them to wrap around geto’s hand and quicken the pace. “you know why,” he grunted.
geto chuckled, the sound tapering off into a moan at the same time his hips jerked forward.
fuck. he was close. the knowledge had nanami stuffing his tie in his mouth before jerking himself off with more vigor, wishing he had a better view of geto’s hole while he came.
pervert. pervert. pervert.
“i’m never coming back, satoru.” geto groaned.
“i don’t care,” satoru retorted, eyes rolling back in his head. “i don’t care as long as—“ he cut himself off, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
nanami wondered what was left unsaid, but was quickly distracted when geto burried his hand in gojo’s hair and yanked, making those pretty, wet blue eyes stare back into geto’s purple ones. “pathetic.” he whispered into the air between them, his hips growing unsteady. “you’ve always been so pathetic, satoru.” his words were harsh, but there was a strange softness laced within them, like he didn’t mean the words he said—like they were a place holder for other words they both knew, yet were too stubborn to say
“cum for me, satoru. cum for me and me alone, while i fill my greedy ass with my cum,” he whispered, voice shaking with his impending orgasm. “and take it all.”
nanami’s balls tingled with his release that slammed into him like a train. his eyes fluttered back and his teeth clenched hard on the tie between his teeth as gojo’s release splattered against the wall, making a mess all over their conjoined hands.
nanami’s moans got trapped in his lungs, threatening to suffocate him as the most intense orgasm rushed through him, covering his fingers in thick, endless ropes of cum.
his eyes focused on the flexing muscles of geto’s ass as he pumped gojo full of his cum. and fuck. the sight of gojo taking it like the obedient man he definitely was not made another spurt of cum race out of him, tingling his cock.
oh, how nanami had fantasized putting gojo in his place in similar fashion to how geto fucked him now. it was a shame it seemed gojo only let geto top him.
geto slowly pulled out of gojo, the pair moaning in tandem as they separated. shame washing over him, nanami felt disgusting at how erotic the sight of geto’s massive cock looked hanging free, covered in his own cum.
yes. he was so, so disgusted, so distracted, that he hadn’t realized that while he stared at geto’s cock like a hungry slut, geto and gojo were both looking at him.
Rating: Explicit, MDNI.
WC: 1,3K
Tags: dub con/non con, infidelity, mean!Joel, somnophilia, au, no outbreak, no mention of age, unprotected p in v sex, nipple play, reader is described having pussy and breasts, she has hair but other than that no other details are added. Reader is Tommy's wife, swearing, dirty words, mention of a vibrator, mention of hickeys.
Summary: Your efforts to rekindle the flame with your husband Tommy are working. Or maybe not. But someone else is unexpectedly ready to satisfy your needs.
A/N: I just finished writing this and I'm so thrilled to share lol first time writing somno, I really hope I did good enough. English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you for reading ❤️
You placidly sleep in your bed when you feel a weight shifting on the other side of the mattress and someone placing an arm around your waist under the duvet.
It’s thick and heavy but weight pleasantly on you.
It’s early in the morning and a streak of light sneaks through the window hitting your face.
You shut your eyes and you bask in the new sensation of warmth that envelops you.
You feel a whole body clinging to yours, heavy breathing on your neck, chest rising and falling regularly, legs intertwined with yours.
It’s pleasant and relaxing.
You fall into a deep sleep, you don't know for how long.
When you wake up again, a large hand is on your chest, it has slipped under your shirt, reached your breast and is kneading it.
Calloused fingers tighten around your nipple, pulling it gently, twisting it.
Another hand is on your belly, slowly sliding down toward your pajama bottoms, slipping under the elastic, reaching your pussy.
Two thick fingers meet your outer lips, caressing them.
A sob escapes you.
The deep breathing is still there, blowing on your skin.
No words reach your ears, only the sound of a heavy body shifting slightly on the mattress and a deep grunt.
Your body reacts to stimulation by leaning against the larger person behind you.
He feels like your husband. He must be your husband.
So you’re calm and thrilled at the same time.
It’s been a while since your husband took a real initiative in starting something spicy.
His fingers slide over your lips, gathering your juices, spreading them over your clit, fondling it with circular motions.
You instinctively bite your lower lip, keeping your eyes closed, your hand closes around the one under your shirt, inviting it to continue taking care of your nipple.
You moan in the dim light, warm under the duvet, feeling like you're in heaven.
Hands squeeze you, caress you, knead you. They are large, capable hands that seem to know your body inside out.
They know exactly what you need, but you want even more.
You feel a tent billowing against your ass, an erection pushing against your ass cheeks.
“Please” you utter in one breath “please, more”
It feels like your husband's cock. It must be your husband's cock.
You feel the body move just enough to pull down the boxers, and clasp back onto yours. His hands leave your body to hook onto the sides of your shorts, pulling them down your legs, just above your knees.
You feel his cock rubbing against your ass, wet and hard, hot and heavy.
It's an indescribable sensation that sends a tingle down your spine, your hips gently rolling against his, seeking more friction.
You feel the pre cum sliding between your buttocks, dripping onto your still-untouched opening. Two fingers return to your clit, a new grunt reaches your ears, but otherwise, silence remains.
Your husband was usually very vocal when you did it, but you don't notice, you're still half asleep and what you're feeling certainly doesn't make you want to complain.
His body adjusts itself and his cock rubs against your pussy.
“Mmm yes. So good” you whine in the dim light.
He rubs your clit quickly, tortures your nipple with his other hand, and his cock slides over your opening, mixing your juices.
The feeling of his big cock against your pussy makes you squint your eyes, extreme heat spreads across your cheeks, the duvet is now too much and you push it away with one arm, giving him more room to move.
You haven't worn panties to bed in a while, just tiny shorts made of flowing fabric that leave little to the imagination, to try to turn your husband on.
Finally, it worked, you think.
He's doing exactly what I wanted, you think, as his cock glides into your opening.
“Yes” you moan “mmm just like that”
You feel delirious as he keeps taking care of your bundle of nerves and his mushroom pokes into you beginning to fill you up.
“Fuck, yes” you whine, your hands clasped onto his arms and you didn’t remember your husband’s arms being so big but he started going to the gym recently so it must be that.
Jesus, he’s working really hard.
Maybe he’s willing to save your marriage too, you’re actually moved by that and you start mewling even harder for him telling him how much you’re liking what he’s doing.
You feel him grinning on your neck while kissing you over your pulse point, his mustache deliciously scratching your skin.
His lips are plump and eager, sucking you hard, probably giving you hickeys but you don’t mind.
His body is rocking hard into you, your ass slapping against his groin, his big fat cock filling you up so good, hitting that special spot inside you again and again.
Silence is filled with your moans and his growls and the squelching sound of your pussy swallowing him whole.
You’re clenching hard with every intention of milking his cock to the last drop and he’s throbbing hard, his fingers all over your clit, your outer lips, smearing your abundant juices all over your cunt.
You’ve never been so wet before.
It was the surprise effect, you think. This catching me in my sleep, which we had never experienced before, as if to claim his possession of me.
His large hands fill with you, clutching your breasts and your clit, and his mouth sucks your skin as if to mark you.
His hips slam into you faster and faster, your body takes it all, wants it all, craves it like water in the desert.
You melt under his rough, aggressive touch, the way he grunts hoarsely as he pounds your pussy is driving you crazy.
“Oh God, yes, oh my God, please Tommy, don’t stop” you plea “so fucking good”
Long thick streak of his cum paint your walls as he explodes into a massive orgasm.
You come right after, clenching his cock so hard, rolling your eyes and mewling like you never did before.
He's panting loudly in your ears and he seems a little bit different, something is off, it’s not his voice and it’s not his breathing.
You open your eyes and it's almost daylight, you lower your gaze while your orgasm is still subsiding, rattling your body fiercely.
His hands look similar but they're not the same, there's no ring on his finger.
You turn your face away while you're still filled to the brim with him, your spent pussy dripping with his cum.
Only now do you remember, it can't be your husband. He must have spent the night out in some bar, drunkenly hitting on some stranger.
It's Joel. His brother, who lives next door.
You see him chuckling behind you, you stare at him wide-eyed as he whispers, “Don't pretend you've never thought about it.”
“Damn it, Joel,” is all you can say as he continues to press you:
“Don't act shocked when you're still full of my cock.”
You freeze as you feel his semen continue to wet your thighs and he pulls out of you, his cock slapping against your ass.
You've fantasized about Joel more often than usual these past few months, you have to admit.
You just didn't think it would ever really happen, it was just a fantasy that filled your empty, cold bed, a little escapade you allowed yourself only in your mind, coming on your vibrator, moaning his name thinking no one would ever find out.
Evidently, you were wrong.
“I heard you last week” he grins, as he cup your breasts one last time, lasciviously whispering into your ear “I was there, searching for Tommy and I heard you coming like a whore, whining my name”
He kisses you on the temple, pulls up his boxers, he puts his sweatpants back on and leaves the room, muttering “Call me when you want to do it again.”
Notes | I fucking adore this post by @heronlylvr about Bruce cracking his wife. It's literally my favorite thing, and it shows up on my Tumblr feed at least once a week (almost once a day).
Note 2. The idea of Bruce's wife hiding that she's pregnant but unable to stop herself from holding back during training protectively is absolutely driving me insane. So you all get to suffer with me. Enjoy.
Note 3. I don't really like this way this played out, but I couldn't figure out how to word it differently, so I left it. Like, I literally hate this one. I may redo it in the future in a better way.
Kinktober Day 10: Punishment
Masterlist kinktober2025
"You're holding back." Bruce hissed, blocking your kick, gripping your ankle and using your momentum against you to send you to the ground.
You huffed, throwing your weight to wrap your other leg around his neck, yanking him forward, sending the two of you rolling, pulling out of his hold into a crouch, "No I'm not."
He pushes up from the ground, glaring at you, "Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not!" You growl, rushing at him, forcing him onto defense as you attacked him with a barrage of punches. He met your swings blow for blow, his arms coming up to protect his head, knocking back your swings.
You cried out when he ducked, grabbing you around your middle to pick you up and throw you on the ground. Gritting your teeth when your back hit the ground hard, glaring up at your husband.
"Yes. You are." He huffed, shifting his weight to straddle you, ankles locking around your own to keep you from kicking, his hands wrapping around your wrists. "And I want to know why."
Struggling in his arms, you tried to wriggle free, "Let me go!"
"Not until you tell me why you're holding back."
You struggle some more, but his grip only tightens in return, setting his weight on your hips to keep you from moving. Trying one last time, you slump against the floor, rolling your jaw as you looked away.
"My love, tell me. What it is, we will get through it together." He murmured, leaning down to kiss along your neck, making you shiver.
The sound of someone clearing their voice drew your attention, "Perhaps, Misses Wayne, it may be best to tell him. Even if it is not how you planned." Alfred stated, giving you a knowing look before stepping out of the gym, sliding the door closed behind him.
Tears threatened to gather in your eyes as your jaw trembled slightly, "I... I didn't want to tell you like this."
"Tell me what? Darling, what's wrong?" He shifted your wrists into one hand, letting him wipe away the few tears that had slipped down your cheek. "You're worrying me."
"I'm pregnant!" You didn't know how else to say it. This wasn't how you planned it at all.
"You're pregnant?" His eyes widened for a moment before they sharpened and his grip tightened once more, "Are you telling me you willingly put yourself, and the baby in danger, to spar?"
You swallowed thickly, looking up at him, "I...I can still train."
You cried out as he lifted off you just long enough to flip you over, his hand coming down on your ass, "You willingly put yourself in danger."
"I knew you wouldn't hur- ah!" His hand comes down on your ass once more.
"You willingly put yourself in danger." He repeats, his voice growing dark, and you had a feeling he was going to continue spanking you until you agreed with him.
"I...I did." You whimper, pulling on his grip though it never loosens.
"You willingly put the baby in danger."
"I know how to bl-"
*smack* *smack*
"Yes! Okay! I willingly put the baby in danger." Tears ran down your cheeks, pain bleeding into pleasure, especially with the way he was holding you and the way your ass stung.
He released your wrists, trading them for wrapping his hands around your throat, not tight enough to hurt you, but to make a point, his other hand sliding around to push his hand into your leggings, "You are going to stop sparring. You are going to stop patrolling. You are going to rest, and let everyone else take care of you for the whole pregnancy. Do you understand me?"
You squirmed in his arms as he pulled you onto your knees, back against his chest, clawing at his wrist, "I am not an inval-"
A loud whine escaped your throat as he slapped your clit, sending jolts through your body, "This is not up for negotiation."
"I can take care of-" He slapped your clit once more, causing you to tremble in his arms. He manhandled you, adjusting his stance to hold you better as he shoved your leggings down.
"You will let us take care of you." He orders, his fingers finding your clit easily, rubbing rough circles in it, that had your eyes fluttering and head falling back against his shoulder.
The realization came over you, as your peak grew quickly, that this was a punishment. He wasn't doing this for your pleasure. He wanted you to cum, hard and fast, over and over again until you were sobbing and begging for him to stop. Until you were open to agreeing to anything he said.
You cried out as your first orgasm hit you, and he continued to rub you through it. His hand adjusting to grab your wrists once more, pinning them against your chest as you reached to try and push his hand away.
You thrashed in his arms, trying to pull away from the stimulation, "Bruce...please..."
"Darling, darling, darling," He says, almost mockingly, "You put yourself in danger, I thought we had trained that out of you. I suppose we will have to try again."
You panted, turning your head to bury your face in his neck, soft cat-like keens spilling from your lips as he brought you to your next orgasm, holding you tightly as you fell apart in his arms.
The rooftop bar glittered above the city like a crown of broken glass.
“Just one look,” Lina murmured, head tilted. “No way we’re not at least half-cursed twins.”
Ningning laughed, pressing her glass to her cheek. “You’re bolder than me.”
Lina grinned. “I’m drunker than you.”
They sat side by side on velvet benches, a low buzz of rooftop chatter rising behind them. Underneath the glam, under the cocktails and cigarette haze, something electric simmered between them—a dangerous, playful echo.
“You said you had a boyfriend?” Ningning asked, careful.
“Not a boyfriend-boyfriend,” Lina shrugged. “But he’s cute. Rich. Always late.” She sipped her gin. “Wanna prank him?”
Ningning blinked. “What kind of prank?”
“You pretend to be me,” Lina said, already pulling off her jacket. “Wear this. Go up to his hotel suite, knock on the door, and tell him he’s yours tonight. Say it real soft, like you mean it. Then I’ll show up and throw a fit.” She smirked. “Total chaos. Hilarious.”
Ningning hesitated. “Won’t he… know I’m not you?”
Lina winked. “He’s never met me in person.”
“…Seriously?”
“He’s dumb with a nice jawline. Trust me. It’ll be quick. You just knock, flirt, then run. Come on—don’t you ever get tired of being careful?”
Ningning watched her reflection in the bottom of her glass. Her blood buzzed with gin and adrenaline.
“Okay. Five minutes, then I’m out.”
In the bathroom, Lina stripped fast—lace dress, no bra, thigh-highs already attached to garters. She handed it over piece by piece, then stepped into Ningning’s hoodie like she was stealing a new life.
“Just knock and say, ‘I’m yours tonight.’ Then bat your lashes and stall ‘til I show up.”
Ningning adjusted the mesh against her chest. “You’re really not coming with me?”
“I’ll be right behind you,” Lina said with a grin. “Trust me, babe. This’ll be fun.”
The hotel was across the street. Suite 4712. Gold keycard tucked into Ningning’s palm. She rode the elevator with her pulse in her throat, dress clinging to her thighs, no underwear beneath.
Just a prank. Just a joke.
She knocked once.
The door opened.
A man stood there. Early forties. Tall. Clean-cut in a suit with the jacket off and the sleeves rolled. He had expensive silence about him. A stillness that pulled her breath away.
“You’re early,” he said, stepping back. “I like that.”
Ningning managed a smile. “I’m yours tonight.”
He looked at her for a beat longer than felt safe. Then—
“You’re playing shy?”
He shut the door gently behind her.
She turned toward him. “You’re… um, his name?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he poured two glasses of whiskey. “I figured you’d be more talkative, based on your messages. But I don’t mind earning it.”
Messages?
She took the glass with both hands. “You’ve never met me?”
“Not in person. But I’ve seen your photos.” He smiled, slow and sure. “You’re exactly what I wanted.”
Ningning’s stomach flipped.
This wasn’t Lina’s boyfriend.
He wasn’t a prank target.
He was a stranger.
And he thought she was someone she wasn’t.
He moved with practiced grace, glass in one hand, eyes locked on hers. “You’re even better in person,” he said, voice low and pleased. “The photos don’t do justice to your mouth.”
Ningning’s lips parted in stunned silence.
Photos?
She took one small step back, heartbeat slamming behind her ribs. “Wait, I think—”
He set his glass down, unhurried. “I like that you’re nervous. New girls always are. That shy thing you’re doing? Perfect.”
Her voice caught. “No, I—I’m not—”
He stepped closer. Not menacing. Not fast. Just steady. Confident. His hand came up—slowly—hovering near her cheek but not touching.
“You want a safe word?” he asked softly. “They didn’t mention it in the app, but I’m good with whatever makes you feel secure.”
She stared. “What… app?”
His brow lifted faintly. He chuckled. “You’re very good at this.” Then, gentler: “If this is your first time, I promise I’ll take care of you. No rush. No rough stuff unless you ask.”
Ningning froze. It clicked all at once.
He wasn’t a boyfriend.
There was no prank.
She was wearing someone else’s skin.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she said, voice thin. “I’m not who you think I am.”
But he didn’t blink. “You don’t have to stay in character. I get it. You want to be coaxed.”
He took the glass from her trembling fingers and set it aside. Then he touched her arm—bare, goosebumps rising under the faintest graze.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmured. “Tell me if I get it wrong.”
His hand slid to her waist, thumb brushing the dip of her lower back. She gasped. Her body reacted before her mind could stop it—nerves, heat, a flicker of something not entirely fear.
Still, she pulled back. “No—I think you—”
He followed her step for step, not aggressive, just committed. “Lina. Look at me.”
Her breath caught. “That’s not—”
“I know it’s scary the first time.” His fingers found the side of her face. “But I’m not going to hurt you.”
Her skin flushed. Her pulse thundered. Her voice dissolved.
He cupped her jaw—warm, strong, careful. Like she was breakable porcelain.
“You can stop this,” he whispered. “Any time. You’re in control, sweetheart. Even when I’m the one touching you.”
Ningning’s head spun.
Her mouth opened. But no words came.
He leaned in, lips brushing just beside hers—not quite a kiss. A test. An invitation.
She should scream. Shove. Run.
Instead, she froze—caught in the terrifying, magnetic tension of being wanted by someone who thought he knew her.
“You’re trembling,” he said, voice like velvet over a blade. “It’s okay.”
She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.
“Let’s take the pressure off,” he continued, fingertips grazing her arm. “You don’t need to go all the way. Why don’t you just get on your knees?”
Her blood iced.
“I’ll even tip you double,” he added, with a soft smile. “No rush. Just your mouth. That’s all.”
Her hand moved before she could think. A sharp crack, palm to cheek.
He didn’t flinch.
In fact—he grinned.
“Goddamn,” he exhaled, touching his jaw. “They weren’t kidding about you being intense.”
“You’re disgusting,” she spat. “You think you can buy someone’s mouth like it’s nothing?”
He cocked his head. “Isn’t that what I already did?”
“I’m not for sale.”
He laughed, genuinely, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Princess, you walked in here wearing a mesh dress with no underwear. You said, ‘I’m yours tonight.’ What exactly were you hoping I’d believe?”
Her cheeks flamed. “I’m not who you think I am.”
He stepped back a little, giving her space—but his interest didn’t dim. If anything, it burned brighter. “This is commitment. Full character immersion.”
“I’m richer than you,” she snapped. “I could buy this entire floor and have you kicked out.”
He raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “Then why are you here?”
“I—”
“Because maybe you’re tired of being adored by strangers who only know your name.” He leaned against the edge of the bed, watching her. “Maybe you wanted to be touched like a thing instead of a brand.”
She recoiled.
“I didn’t mean that as an insult,” he said calmly. “I meant—freedom. No cameras. No spotlight. Just heat. You and me. You tell me when to stop, and I stop. But don’t lie to me about not wanting it. That slap? That was the realest thing in this room.”
Ningning backed toward the door. Her body felt foreign—too aware of the dress clinging to her curves, the air against her thighs, the echo of her palm against his face.
“You’re insane.”
He chuckled again. “That’s rich coming from the woman pretending not to be Lina after knocking on my suite in her lingerie.”
She stared at him. This wasn’t a game anymore. It never had been.
And worst of all—some tiny, traitorous part of her didn’t want to run.
“Stay away from me,” she said, voice cracking.
He straightened from the bed. The smile was gone now—replaced with something harder. Flat.
“A deal’s a deal.”
Her throat tightened. “I’m not Lina.”
He paused. The room chilled.
“What?”
“I’m not her.” She stepped sideways, hands up. “My name is Ningning. She tricked me. I thought—this was supposed to be a prank.”
Silence. Heavy.
Then he exhaled through his nose, slow and tight. “You’re telling me, after everything, you’re not the escort I paid for?”
She nodded. “Yes. I didn’t know—she said you were her boyfriend. I didn’t know about any app or photos or fucking payment.”
He stared at her. Long. His jaw tightened.
“That’s funny,” he said finally, cold. “Because the money’s already transferred. You’re in her dress. You’re in my room. You gave the signal.”
“I didn’t know what it meant.”
His voice dropped. “I do.”
Her legs shook. “I’m not a whore.”
His eyes narrowed. “You walked in like one.”
“I was set up!”
He took two steps toward her. “You think that changes the expectation? You think I’m just going to smile, jerk off alone, and let you run after I paid four grand for a night?”
“I didn’t take your money!”
“I don’t care,” he said, low and sharp. “I don’t care if you’re a pop star, a fucking nun, or her twin sister from hell. I was promised something. I’m not leaving this suite with nothing.”
She choked back a sob. “You can’t force me.”
He didn’t touch her. Not yet. But he stood close enough she could feel the heat of his body.
“I’m not going to force you,” he said slowly. “But don’t act like this isn’t still your choice.”
Tears burned her eyes. “There’s no choice here.”
He looked her up and down again—this time with new calculation, a simmering fury beneath the hunger.
“Then don’t pretend,” he muttered. “Say no. Walk out. Or shut the door and finish what she started.”
Ningning didn’t move.
Her fingers hovered near the door handle, but her body stayed frozen—like the air itself had thickened. Her breath quivered in her chest.
He leaned in, not touching her, voice smooth as silk over rusted steel.
“So if a popstar’s in my room…” he whispered, “it’d be… bad press to be seen leaving, wouldn’t it?”
She turned her head just slightly. His breath warmed her jaw.
“Please,” she said, barely audible. “This isn’t what you think.”
“I think,” he said, “a very famous girl is in a hotel suite booked under a fake name, wearing a dress that doesn’t belong to her, and no one knows she’s here.”
Her knees weakened.
“And I think,” he continued, “if she runs out crying, security cameras will catch it. They’ll trace it. Headlines will write themselves.”
He smiled then. Not cruel—but not kind either.
“I think you’d rather make this quiet,” he murmured. “Clean. Controlled.”
Ningning’s lip trembled. Her hands curled into fists at her sides.
“I didn’t choose this,” she whispered.
He nodded slowly. “No. But you’re here.”
Silence spread between them like smoke.
He stepped back, finally—two full strides, enough to let her breathe. Then he moved to the bed, sat on the edge, and looked at her differently.
“I won’t touch you until you say yes.”
She stared.
“I mean that,” he added. “You can walk. I won’t stop you. But if you stay…” His eyes dropped to her bare thighs. “You give me permission to touch what I paid for.”
Shame and rage swirled behind her ribs.
She could run. She could scream. She could ruin him.
But her face was already known. Her voice. Her silhouette.
And Lina was already gone.
Slowly, she reached up and pulled the door latch closed. The soft click echoed like thunder.
He didn’t smile.
He just said, “Good girl.”
He didn’t rise to rush her. He watched. Patient. That predator’s stillness.
Then he spoke again—so soft it barely scratched the air.
“Tell me…” He tilted his head. “Who are you, really?”
She swallowed. Her tongue felt thick behind her teeth.
He stood.
One step. Then two. The carpet swallowed his weight.
“I know your name’s not Lina,” he said. “Not your real one. That tongue of yours is trained too carefully. That walk? That hesitation?”
She turned her face slightly. His presence pressed in like steam.
“You’re not just a rich girl playing games.” His voice dropped. “You’re someone big. Aren’t you?”
Ningning said nothing.
He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Tell me the truth, and I’ll stop guessing. Or don’t—and I’ll keep imagining what kind of powerful little thing wants to be fucked in secret.”
Her stomach turned.
“I’m no one,” she whispered.
He smiled against her skin. “Liar.”
His fingers brushed her hip. She flinched.
“Just get it over with,” she snapped. Her voice broke.
He paused. That cold silence again. Then—
“No.”
She blinked.
He circled her like smoke, slow, deliberate. “You want to pretend I’m the problem. That I’m forcing this. But you’re the one who stayed. You closed that door.”
“I didn’t want a scene.”
“And now you don’t want intimacy?” He stopped behind her, breath against her neck. “Just want it quick, empty, over?”
“Yes,” she said.
“You’re not built for empty.”
“I don’t care.”
His hands hovered near her waist but didn’t touch. “Say it again. Like you mean it.”
She turned her face toward the mirror above the dresser. Caught her reflection. She didn’t recognize it.
“I just want it over.”
Finally, his fingers touched her wrist—light, almost gentle.
“Then get on the bed,” he said. “And I’ll make it forgettable.”
She turned from the mirror. Her legs felt hollow. Each step toward the bed rang in her bones like a drumbeat.
The sheets were dark, smooth, cool beneath her fingertips. She perched on the edge, spine stiff, breath shallow.
Behind her, he moved. Quiet. Controlled. Like he’d done this before. Like he already knew her rhythm.
“Have you,” he asked, voice calm but thickening at the edges, “been with a man before?”
She didn’t answer.
He stepped into her peripheral view, unbuttoning his shirt one slow clasp at a time. “You don’t have to lie. I don’t care if you’re untouched or just tired.”
Ningning looked down. Her hands curled into the sheets. “I’ve had sex before.”
“Real sex?” he asked. “Or rehearsed for someone else’s comfort?”
She stayed silent.
He shrugged the shirt off, revealing a lean chest, faint scars along his ribs, a dusting of dark hair trailing lower. His belt clinked. Pants dropped.
He sat down on the velvet couch across from the bed—naked now, sprawled, wide thighs parting slightly.
Her eyes moved up by instinct, then froze.
He was thick. Heavy. Longer than anyone she’d seen outside a screen. The kind of cock you don’t forget, even when you try.
Ningning’s breath hitched.
He noticed. Of course he did.
“Too much?” he asked. Not mocking. Curious.
“I…” She looked away, cheeks flaming.
He wrapped a hand around the base, slow stroke from root to tip. “Not what you expected?”
She shook her head.
He leaned back, muscles shifting. “You still want it over with?”
She hesitated. That heat, that fear—it pulsed low in her belly. Not desire. Not yet. Just a stunned, terrible fascination.
“I don’t want to think,” she whispered.
“Then crawl,” he said. “Don’t speak. Just show me how far you’ll go to forget.”
He stroked himself slow, eyes on her—sharp, assessing. She hadn’t moved. Still perched at the bed’s edge. Still dressed.
“Strange,” he said, voice low. “You’re sitting on my bed, staring at my cock, and yet you’re still fully clothed.”
Her lips parted. “You didn’t ask me to undress.”
He smirked. “Didn’t think I needed to.”
She crossed her arms, spine straightening. “You want to watch me strip?”
“I want to know why you’re hiding.” He leaned forward slightly, hand still curling around his shaft. “This act you’re doing—blank, obedient—it doesn’t match the fire from earlier.”
“I’m not doing a fucking act.”
He chuckled. “Then take it off.”
She met his gaze, stubborn. “Why don’t you do it?”
“I don’t dress the product.” He let the line hang. “Unless you want me to treat you like one.”
She stood then, suddenly. Her body rigid.
“This dress isn’t mine,” she muttered. “None of this is.”
His eyes dragged over her. “Then make it yours.”
She hesitated. Then reached behind her, fingers trembling against the zipper. She didn’t drop her gaze—but she didn’t speak, either.
The dress peeled open, inch by inch. Mesh gave way to pale skin. Breasts bare. No panties. No bra. Just skin and breath and the tremor in her ribs.
She let the dress fall to her feet.
He exhaled, slow and warm. “Better.”
But she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Still hiding,” he murmured.
“You’re the one staring like I’m inventory.”
“I paid for fantasy.” His voice dipped darker. “And you’re giving me something real. That’s more valuable.”
She stepped closer. “So which do you want?”
He leaned back, his cock thick and firm in his hand. “Both.”
She stepped back from the couch, jaw tight, and turned toward the bed. The sheets felt cold as she pulled them back and lay down, arms at her sides, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
“I’m not kneeling,” she said flatly.
A pause. Then a scoff—low, sharp, disbelieving.
“That’s how we’re doing this?” he said. “You lie down and pretend I’m lucky to touch you?”
She didn’t look at him. “You said no rough stuff. I’m here. I’m naked. That’s what you wanted.”
“I wanted you,” he said, sitting up straighter. “Not some dead-eyed doll starfishing on my bed.”
Her fingers curled into the sheets. “Don’t push me.”
He stood now, voice pitching sharper. “I’ve been patient. I’ve asked. I’ve even listened to your goddamn sob story. And all I wanted was a little effort. A little enthusiasm.”
“I’m not putting you in my mouth,” she snapped. “You want it, use your hand like every other man.”
He moved to the foot of the bed, still hard, still thick, eyes flashing now with something petulant. “Are you seriously this fucking uptight? It’s a blowjob, not a sacrifice.”
Her jaw set. “I said no.”
He stared at her—naked, tense, back arched just slightly from the mattress. His fists clenched at his sides.
Then, sulking, he turned and stalked back to the couch.
“Fucking tease,” he muttered, flopping down. “They always act like they’re different. Then you say ‘on your knees,’ and they turn into saints.”
She looked at the ceiling. Her heart pounded. Her skin prickled. But her voice stayed steady.
“You wanted the real me,” she said. “This is her.”
He glanced at her, breathing heavier now. Annoyed. But still hard.
“…Fine.” His tone softened by degrees. “No kneeling.”
A beat passed. Then he added, grudging:
“But you better moan like you mean it when I fuck you.”
She lay still. Not resisting. Not welcoming. Just there—breathing, blinking, glassy-eyed under the weight of something too big to name.
He stood from the couch again, slower this time. His cock still stiff, thick and pulsing, a vein twitching near the base.
“Open,” he said.
Her jaw tightened, but her lips parted anyway. Not from lust—obedience. Cold, clinical surrender.
He stepped to the edge of the bed, one hand guiding himself toward her mouth. The head brushed her lips. She didn’t flinch. She stared up at him, glass-eyed, hollow.
Then—he pushed in.
Her mouth closed around him, warm and smooth and yielding. Her tongue moved on reflex, muscle memory or instinct. She looked up, still locked on his face, as he sank deeper.
“Fuck,” he whispered, hand brushing the side of her cheek. “Look at you…”
She did. Unblinking.
His hips moved in slow, controlled rolls. Not rough—just deep. Measured. Feeding her inch by inch.
“You’re good,” he breathed. “Too good for a first time. You’ve done this. Plenty.”
She didn’t respond. Just sucked, worked, hollowed her cheeks, let her throat adjust to him with practiced, aching patience.
His hand gripped her jaw. Not harsh—anchoring. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
She didn’t.
She worked him with a rhythm that pulled gasps from his mouth and tightened his abs. His thighs trembled.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “Gonna cum if you keep this up…”
She didn’t blink. Didn’t speed up. Just held steady—like it didn’t matter either way.
He pulled back just before it hit. Panting. Cock glistening, twitching, denied its end.
“I want to fuck you now,” he said, breathless, flushed. “Flip over.”
Her lips were wet. Her chest rose with slow, disconnected breaths.
She turned her head on the pillow. Her voice came out dull. “Why?”
He blinked. “What?”
“Why do you want to fuck me?”
He stared. Then—grinned. “Because you’re here. Because you’re mine tonight. Because that mouth just tried to drain me dry and I want to feel the rest.”
She looked away. Eyes wet now.
“Don’t act cold,” he said, softer now. “You wanted this too. You stayed.”
“I didn’t come to be used,” she whispered.
“You’re not being used,” he said, stroking himself slowly. “You’re being filled.”
Then, gently: “Now turn over for me, princess.”
She didn’t turn over.
Her limbs stayed stiff, head pressed into the pillow, but after a long moment—she sat up. Slowly.
Her voice cracked when it came.
“Fuck me… where I can see you.”
He froze.
She wasn’t asking. She wasn’t begging. She was bargaining.
He stepped forward again, silent, watching her chest rise with shallow, panicked breaths. Her eyes were wet now, lips swollen from what she’d just done.
“You sure?” he asked, tone dipped in something quieter.
She nodded once. Then added, “Just... don’t go too deep.”
He climbed onto the bed, moving between her legs as she lay back again. Her thighs parted, tense. Her hands balled in the sheets.
“Breathe,” he whispered, lining up.
She flinched at the first touch—his cockhead brushing slick against her folds, teasing the opening he meant to stretch.
“I said—don’t go deep,” she repeated, voice higher now.
“I’ll go slow.”
His hips pushed forward.
The stretch hit her immediately—hot, sharp, unreal. She gasped, hands flying to his shoulders.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered, eyes wide. “You’re… you’re too big—”
“Shh,” he whispered. “Let me in. Just a little more.”
Her legs trembled. He watched her face the whole time—lips parted, brows drawn tight. The pain rode her like a current.
“I can’t—” she choked. “It’s too much—”
But he didn’t stop. He paused, eased, then pushed again. One inch at a time.
“Look at me,” he said.
Her eyes locked with his—wet, stunned, furious.
“I am,” she whispered. “I am looking.”
He grunted, finally bottoming out.
She cried out—a soft, broken sound.
“You’re full now,” he murmured, breath catching. “So fucking full of me.”
She blinked up at him, eyes glassy, lips trembling.
And for the first time—he slowed. Really looked.
And saw what he'd done.
His hips began to move. Slow at first—testing the way her body wrapped around him.
Ningning gasped again, arms tightening around his shoulders, face buried in his neck.
“Too much?” he whispered.
She nodded into his skin. “It burns.”
He stayed still, deep inside her, letting her muscles try to adjust. His cock twitched—thick, heavy, pushing against walls that weren’t ready.
“You’re squeezing me like a fist,” he muttered. “So fucking tight.”
Her breath hitched. “You said you’d go slow.”
“I am.”
Then he pulled back—just an inch—before pushing back in.
She cried out.
“Look at me.”
She did. Barely. Her eyes glossed with tears.
“I told you I wouldn’t stop unless you said no.”
“I didn’t say yes.”
“You didn’t leave.”
Another thrust. Deeper. Her mouth dropped open—no sound, just a sharp inhale.
He moved again. And again.
Her legs clamped around him instinctively. Her hands gripped the sheets, then his arms, trying to hold herself steady against the unbearable stretch.
“God, you’re deep—” she whimpered.
“Take it,” he growled. “You can. You are.”
The sound of their bodies—wet, obscene—filled the room. His hips rocked harder, finding a rhythm, hitting the spot that made her jolt.
“I feel it in my stomach—”
“You feel me,” he said. “Every inch.”
He bent lower, lips ghosting her collarbone. “You’re built for this. Look at you. Look how you open for me now.”
Her breath stuttered. Something twisted in her chest—part panic, part heat.
He thrust deeper. Harder.
She cried out, fists pounding his shoulders. “You’re too big—fuck—too big—”
“I know.” He kissed the base of her throat. “And you’re still taking it.”
Her body arched. Her eyes rolled.
Then—something shifted.
She blinked through the blur, looked up at him, face flushed, mouth wet.
“Stop,” she breathed.
He froze.
Her hands slid down his chest, soft now.
“I want on top.”
He blinked.
“Face to face,” she whispered. “That’s my favorite.”
The surprise flickered through his features—but he nodded. Pulled out, slow and slick, groaning at the loss.
He lay back against the pillows, arms open, cock standing thick and glistening.
She climbed over him. Straddled his hips. Her legs trembled as she hovered above him.
“You sure?” he asked.
She nodded. Not for him. For herself.
“I want to feel every inch my way.”
“Oh fuck—” she gasped, sinking down inch by inch.
His hands gripped her hips, thumbs digging into soft skin. “You feel unreal,” he murmured. “Hot. So fucking wet for me now.”
Her eyes fluttered. She rocked forward instinctively, forehead brushing his.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Just hold me there.”
He stayed deep, unmoving, letting her adjust—his cock pulsing inside her, stretching her wide. Her walls clamped down again, snug and shaking.
Then she began to move.
Small bounces at first—gentle rolls of her hips, gasping each time he kissed that deep spot inside her.
He groaned. “Ride me just like that.”
She gritted her teeth. “It still hurts.”
“I know,” he said, lifting his hips to meet her halfway. “But you’re fucking gorgeous like this. Taking it. Giving me everything.”
Her thighs burned. Her hands braced on his chest.
He slid his palms up her torso—slow, reverent—fingers grazing under her breasts.
“Can I suck your tits, princess?” he whispered, breath hot against her throat. “Wanna taste them while you bounce on my cock.”
She didn’t speak. Just nodded, dazed.
He rose up, meeting her body with his mouth—tongue flicking over one tight nipple, lips sucking hard as her pace faltered.
“Oh my god—” she gasped.
He moaned around her, one hand tangled in her hair, the other guiding her hips to slam down harder.
“Let me see those tits bounce for me,” he growled. “Fuck—just like that.”
She whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders. The friction, the pressure, the stretch—it all swirled into something unbearable.
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He sucked harder, teeth grazing. “Come on, baby. Make a mess on my cock.”
Her body jolted. Her thighs clenched. And for the first time, she wasn’t just enduring—she was rising.
She rode him harder now, sweat glistening down her back, moans caught between resistance and release. Every bounce, every thrust, dragged her closer to something she hadn’t planned to feel—pleasure. Full, hot, unrelenting pleasure.
He groaned, gripping her hips tighter. “You’re soaked, baby. You hear that?”
She did. The wet slap of skin. The slick glide of him dragging through her walls. Her breath hitched with every movement.
Then—he shifted.
In one sudden motion, he planted his feet, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and lifted her off the bed.
She gasped. “Wait—!”
But he had her—held tight, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed to his chest. His cock still buried deep inside.
She clung to his shoulders, her head falling back against his neck.
“Oh my god—”
He thrust upward, bouncing her on him as he stood in the middle of the room. “You feel that? Me splitting you open in midair?”
“Yes—fuck—don’t stop—”
Her voice broke on every thrust.
He walked them toward the wall, pinning her gently, fucking up into her like gravity didn’t matter. She bounced helplessly on him, mouth open, moaning, eyes glazed.
“You’re so into it now,” he growled in her ear. “You were scared… now you’re dripping down my cock.”
She didn’t argue. Couldn’t. Her body shook with every slap of his hips.
“Fuck me like that,” she whimpered. “Harder.”
He grinned. “Beg for it.”
“Please.” Her nails dug into his back. “Please don’t stop.”
He rammed into her, deeper, faster, lifting her higher with every thrust. Her breath came in gasps now, her voice barely words.
“Gonna cum,” she sobbed. “Oh god—please—”
He groaned, lips at her neck. “Then take it, princess. Take everything.”
Her body trembled in his arms, every muscle tense, every breath jagged. He felt her getting close—her walls clenching, her moans peaking.
But he didn’t want it yet. Not like this.
He pulled out fast, and she gasped at the sudden emptiness.
“Wh-what—?”
He turned her, feet barely hitting the floor.
“Don’t cum yet, princess,” he growled, breath ragged as he guided her forward. “Not like that. I want to see it.”
She stumbled, knees shaky, until he grabbed her hips and positioned her just how he wanted—facing the suite’s full-length mirror, feet spread wide on the carpet.
“Dance for me,” he whispered behind her. “Let me see that ass bounce while I’m buried inside.”
She looked at him over her shoulder, hair messy, eyes wild. “You want me to dance while you fuck me?”
He grinned, still thick and slick, his cock slapping against her thighs. “Exactly that. I want to see your reflection when you lose it.”
He pushed back into her—slow, thick, stretching her open again.
She groaned, arching her back, steadying herself on the mirror with one palm.
He thrust shallow at first, letting her adjust to the new angle. Then his hands slid down to her waist, guiding her.
“Now move, baby,” he murmured. “Work that ass for me.”
She rolled her hips—tentative at first, then smoother, deeper.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Just like that. Let me see you fuck back.”
Their rhythm built—her ass slapping into his hips, cheeks rippling, his cock driving up and in, the mirror fogging with their breath.
She looked over her shoulder again, flushed and panting, lips parted.
“You watching?” she whispered, voice cracked and filthy.
“Don’t stop,” he moaned. “You look fucking perfect.”
She ground harder, faster, sweat running down her back, thighs slick, ass bouncing with every thrust.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” he growled. “Look at yourself. Look at what you’ve become.”
She met her own eyes in the mirror—wet, wide, mouth open—and shattered.
Her moan cracked open the air. Her legs buckled. Her body pulsed around him.
And he didn’t stop. Not yet.
“Good girl,” he groaned. “Now I’m going to paint your back.”
His thrusts slowed, then stopped entirely.
Still buried in her, still hard, sweat trickling down his spine, he stilled her hips with a tight grip.
She blinked through the haze of orgasm, gasping against the mirror. “Why’d you stop?”
He pulled out slow, dragging wet and swollen from her heat.
“Thought I’d paint your back,” he said, voice gravel-soft. “But now I think that’s a fucking waste.”
She turned her head slightly, catching his look. He wasn’t teasing. He was watching. Sharp. Curious.
“I want you on top again.”
She groaned, exhausted, legs trembling. “I can’t…”
He stepped around her, hand guiding her chin up.
“Yes, you can. You said face to face was your favorite.”
She swallowed.
He leaned close, breath hot at her lips. “You said you weren’t Lina. You said you were someone else.”
Her lips parted.
“Then show me,” he murmured. “Ride me like you’re you.”
She hesitated—then nodded. Barely.
He moved to the bed, lying back again, cock throbbing in his fist as he waited.
She climbed over him slowly, hair clinging to her damp skin, still pulsing from before.
“You sure?” she whispered.
He grinned. “I want to see who I’ve been fucking all night.”
She reached down, gripped him, and guided him back inside. Both of them groaned.
Then she started to move.
Not slow. Not coy.
Real. Controlled. Her pace. Her rhythm.
She braced her hands on his chest and fucked down onto him like she meant every second.
“Oh fuck—” he gasped. “That’s it. That’s you, isn’t it?”
She rode him harder. Smoother. Her face flushed, lips parted, sweat shining in the hollow of her throat.
“Tell me your name,” he groaned, nearly losing it.
She leaned down, lips at his ear.
“No.”
She rode him harder now, thighs burning, back arched, his cock buried deep with every bounce. No more pretending. No more silence. Her moans were raw, breathless, unfiltered.
He gripped her waist, struggling to hold back, jaw clenched tight. “You’re close,” he growled. “I can feel it. Don’t hold it—don’t you fucking hold it.”
She was already shaking, hips jerking, muscles seizing with each thrust. Her head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut.
“Say it,” he panted. “Say who you are.”
“No,” she whimpered. “I—”
“Say it,” he snapped, voice cracking under pressure. “I want to know who’s making me lose my mind.”
She bucked once—then again—then gasped, a sound that split through her like lightning.
“Ningning,” she screamed. “Fuck—I’m Ningning!”
And then she broke.
Her whole body convulsed, thighs clamped tight, eyes rolled, and the flood came—a sudden hot gush that soaked his hips and splattered the sheets.
He groaned like he’d been punched in the chest.
“Oh fuck—”
Her walls clenched down on him, spasming, pulsing, milking him. He snapped his hips up once, twice—then growled her name through his teeth as he came.
Hot. Deep. Filling her.
They froze there—locked together, gasping, tangled, twitching.
Ningning collapsed onto his chest, shaking, her name echoing between their lips, no longer a secret.
And this time, he didn’t laugh.
He just held her.
He didn’t pull out right away. He just stayed inside her, his arms slowly wrapping around her trembling body. Their breathing synced in the quiet aftermath, skin stuck with heat, hearts still racing.
Eventually, he shifted, slipping free with a wet sound that made her flinch. His cum slid out of her, pooling warm between her thighs.
She didn’t speak. Neither did he.
Then, he reached for the sheets and pulled her close against his chest.
Spooning her. One arm wrapped tight around her middle. The other traced lazy, damp circles over her hip.
“You’re full of me,” he murmured into her hair. “I like that.”
She said nothing.
He nuzzled her neck. “You okay?”
“Don’t ask that now.”
“Fair.” A pause. “You surprised me.”
She scoffed, weakly. “You wanted me to be someone else.”
“I don’t mind who you turned out to be.”
Another pause.
Then he added, more playfully, “Most girls clean me up after.”
She twisted her head just enough to shoot him a dry glare. “I told you already—I don’t kneel.”
He chuckled, cock stirring faintly against her lower back. “Then I guess I’ll have to improvise.”
He rolled her gently onto her back, lips grazing her shoulder as he slid off the bed and stood tall beside it.
Still slick. Still glistening. His cock hung heavy above her face now, thick and smeared with their mixed release.
“Here’s your chance,” he said, voice low. “Make good on that mouth without kneeling.”
She raised an eyebrow, exhausted, lips parted in disbelief.
“I’m lying down,” she muttered. “You better figure out how to get it clean yourself.”
He grinned, stepping closer, guiding himself until the tip hovered just over her lips.
“Then hold still, princess,” he said, stroking the base slowly. “Let me show you what worship looks like… face up.”
He stood over her, cock still glistening, the weight of it casting a shadow across her flushed face. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t retreat.
Instead, Ningning’s lips parted, slow and deliberate.
He eased the tip onto her tongue—soft, sticky, still warm with their release. Her mouth moved gently, cleaning him, not with hunger but with something colder. Efficient. Detached.
He stroked her hair once, watching her. “You’re good at this.”
She paused just long enough to let the silence bite. Then said flatly, “It’s not my first time with a man’s cum in my mouth.”
He chuckled low, still holding her head. “Didn’t figure it was.”
She pulled back, lips wet, tongue dragging one last swipe along the underside of his shaft before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“I’m not a whore,” she said.
“I didn’t say you were.”
She looked up at him. “But you think I am. Still.”
He tilted his head, expression unreadable. “You think I don’t know the difference?”
Ningning exhaled, laying back against the pillows. Her voice was raw now.
“I don’t sell sex,” she said. “I sell records. And interviews. And make-believe smiles.”
“But?” he prompted.
“My producers.” Her eyes flicked toward the ceiling, unfocused. “My manager. Sometimes the choreographers, if the single charts high enough.”
He was quiet.
“They don’t pay me,” she continued. “They promise me.” Her voice tightened. “‘Be sweet, Ning. One night and we’ll triple your budget.’ ‘Play nice and we’ll let you headline next season.’”
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her face.
“I fuck to survive in an industry that eats girls younger than me alive,” she said. “I let them touch me in studio closets and SUV back seats—not for cash, but for air.”
She turned to look at him. “So no. I’m not a whore.”
A pause.
“Not professionally.”
He didn’t smirk this time. Didn’t joke.
Instead, he reached out, brushing her damp hair behind her ear. “You deserved better.”
She blinked, caught off guard.
“Not pity,” he added. “Just truth.”
“I don’t want to be saved,” she muttered.
“I didn’t offer.”
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Then he smiled faintly. “But you still cleaned my cock like a star.”
She laughed—quiet, bitter, a little real. “If I’m going to be used, I might as well leave the room spotless.”
