original smut writing, available in English and German
SUMMARY: After Dominik neglects Marcel's orgasm, Marcel pushes him to give him a blow job. Dominik resists but fighting for dominance and threatening Marcel with biting his dick off only turns both of them on even more.
CONTENT: ALL TAGS ON AO3 | gay, M/M, blow job, first time blow job, oral, face fucking, blow job with teeth, power play, threats, violent thoughts, cannibalistic thoughts, blood kink, porn without plot, rough sex, fighting as foreplay, dubcon, dominance, a little sprinkle of anal
you're staying over at your sister's apartment during a summer trip when you discover that she wears very little clothing when it's hot out
you blush like mad every time you have trouble looking away from your own sister wearing nothing but underwear
needing to go lie down for a minute after bumping into each other in the narrow hallway, feeling your sister's bare skin pushing against your own
after all, it's so hot that you had to give in and strip down to underwear yourself, exposing more skin than you're used to around another person
"Oh hey, the city just announced we have to conserve water, wanna just shower together? Are you ok sis, you look pale? Come on, I bet a nice cool shower is just what you need. I'll get it going and you can join me when you're ready!"
You've been given to the king and queen as a war prize, you're dressed up in a fine dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. It's so sheer you might as well not wear anything and you're practically shoved into their bedroom.
They watch you from a comfortable seat and when you don't move towards them by yourself the queen comes up behind you and gently guides you towards her seated husband.
"Do not worry, we will make you feel good. You simply must do the same in return." The king tells you and draggs the fabric around your bossom down revealing your breasts. The two stand perked as the king brings his hands to them.
"So little, you truly are a girl" He says.
"How old are you again my girl?" The queen asks you, coming behind and playing with your hair.
"Twenty one" You whisper, breathing becoming laboured as the queen placed a kiss on your neck.
"Such a young flower" She says, sliding one of her own hands onto your right breast. Her deft fingers push and teases at your nipple.
You moan, unable to stop yourself.
"Do not fight it my girl, allow us to make you feel good" The queen says and the king smiles, taking the your left tit into his mouth, forcing another moan out of you.
"Does it feel good my girl?" She asks and when she wasn't given an answer she pinchs your nipple until you release a small, very unconvincing "no".
The king bites down on your other breast and brings out a cry of pain.
"Do not lie to your queen" He tells you and he reaches his hand back around tyour waist and takes your ass in his hand.
"We can bring you pleasure as we take ours or we can force only our own" He threatens. "Is that what you prefer?" He asks, slapping your ass hard. You squeal and let out a cry but don't respond. So the king forces his hand on your covered buttocks again.
"Well girl?" He asks, voice becoming gruff.
"No!" You cry out and and the king smiles, giving you one more slap and whispereing, "no sir" into your ear.
You cry out again, eyes watering but you repeated after him, "no sir".
The queen looked down at the exchange with a loving smile.
"Our good girl" She says and takes you into her embrace with one hand rubbing circles into your back and the other carressing your ass gently where her husband's hands left a red sting.
"We all must learn" She says, kissing your tears away.
"We must reward our girl for learning so quickly" She tells her husband with you still in her arms. The queen's hand moved from your ass to your cunt. A gasp escaped youl but you did not move away. The queen smiled when she felt first the heat and then your wet arousal. She ran her fingers through your slit and lightly tapped your nub forcing out another gasp.
"Are you starting to feel good my girl?" The queen asks you and youand nod into her shoulder. The king smiles, begining to untie your dress, pulling down the fabric and leaving you completley naked while he and his wife stayed fully dressed on either side of her.
His hand joined his wife's as he felt your dripping sex.
with two hands gliding around your most sensetive place you let out a moan between gasps and you wrapped your arms around the queen, leaning your weight onto her, struggling to stay up through the sensations.
"Please" You moan and the queen smirks.
"Please what darling?" She asks, flicking the tip of her finger across your swollen nub.
"It feels good ma'am" You say, voice breathy.
"Yes? Do our hands feel good on your cunt? Do you want more?" The queen asks and you nod furiously. "Yes!"
The king stops the movement of his hand and like before with your ass he lets go a slap, this time to your pussy, pulling a cry from you.
"Yes what?" He asks.
"Yes ma'am, I want you to make me feel more ma'am!" You say and the queen laughs.
"Look at how fast she learns husband, what a good flower we've chosen."
"You have always been able to pick flowers well my love" The king replies and he retracts his hand from the girl's cunt. He brings his fingers to your chest and spreads the arousal over your tits.
"But now she must return some of the pleasure she has recevied." The king commands and he brings youl to sit in his lap, turning her head to look at him.
"Will you be good and show your queen the same pleasures she's shown you?" He asks and you shyly nod. He squeezes your head in his hand, "words girl".
"Yes sir" Your reply and he smiles.
"Then free your queens tits girl, make her feel good" He commands and you reach your hands out to the queen's dress, pulling away at the layers of draped fabric. When you finally reveal the queen's heaving breasts the king returns his hand to your cunt, pushing your arousal around before pushing a finger inside. You gasp and moan at the intrusion but the king reminded you, "Her tits girl". And your, without thinking bring one of the queen's large breasts into you mouth, fanatically sucking and moaning into it as your hand found the other and circled the queen's exposed nipple.
"Good girl" the queen moaned, bringing your face flush against her chest, trapping you between her body and that of the king.
As you sucked and licked at the queens breast, you felt the king's hardnening manhood beneath you and you tried to grind your hips against it only for the king to bring a sharp slap to your sex. "Did I tell you to move?" He asks and you did your best to say no sir while keeping the queen's breast in the clutches of your mouth, though it came out mummbled and slurred.
"Than stay still." The king commands before returning to his minstration in your cunt, thrusting another finger into you.
With the added friction against your sensative ass and cuntyou began to squirm, sucking turning to suckling.
"Are you reaching your peak my good girl, are you going to cum?" Asks the queen and she felt a nod against her bosom.
The king felt your walls tighten around his fingers, "is that so girl? is this all it takes?" He mocks, moving his fingers with renwed vigor.
"Well then go on girl, make a mess of yourself." He commands and the queen reached a hand down between herself and you to play with the engorged nub of your clit. You tried and failed to keep the queen's breast in your mouth as your gasped and moaned and finally cried out, your cum drenching the king's hand. He took his soiled fingers and put them up to your mouth, "clean up the mess you made".
You looked between the fingers before you reluctantly.
"Well go on then girl" the king says, pushing his fingers against your lips until you took them into your mouth, forcing the cum around your tongue and into your throat.
The queen looked on with a smile on her lips at you and then she turned her gaze to her husband, placing a loving kiss on his lips.
"Now it is time we take care of you my love" she said, wrapping her arms around your waist and lifting you off of the king and towards the large bed in the center of the room. Tired and coming down from your high you put up no resistance, falling onto the bed as the king and queen underessed each other with adoration. Still they did not remove all. Keeping the king's undershirt and the queen's small thin chemise.
With one more kiss the queen made her way to the bed and idly told the king, "she did so well between us, I want her to stay just like that."
"Whatever you wish for my love" the king tells her and with little effort he rolls you onto your stomach and forces you to the middle of the bed with your face falling into the bed linens and your ass up and exposing your ass and cunt to him.
His cock is still tall between his thighs as he grabbs you by your ass and pulls you towards him while you gasp and release breathy moans.
"The village boys must not do shit if this is how you are after only one climax" he huffs while the queen carefully takes your cheek in her hand and opens your plyable lips with her thumb.
"Fucked out already, we cannot have that my dear" she says as she opens her legs revealing her own dripping sex.
"Will you be a good girl dear?" She asks and you nod, "yes! yes ma'am, please".
The queen smiles and lays back against the headboard while the king pumps his cock in his hands.
"I bet non of your village boys were ever this big" he says as he lines himself up and pushes into you.
You cry out, surprised at the size. You had not actually seen the king's cock yet but now it forces it's way into your most sacred of places.
You gasp and moan while the queen smiles and brings your head between her own legs.
"You are doing so good my girl, taking your king so well. Now show me how good he makes you feel" She commands. It takes a few moments for your pain to turn to please and as you begin to moan and gasp your tongue lapps at the queen's cunt. Every thrust the king makes goes through you and to the queen's own core and when the king finally bottoms out he doesn't wait before setting a punishing pace. Coming in and out of you as his knuckles keep an iron grip on your sore, red ass. With every move he forces your mouth further into the queen. The room fills with moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin as your cries of mixed pain and pleasure are absorbed into the queen's cunt.
"That's it girly— fuck you feel good!" The king says, pulling your legs further apart allowing him to fuck deeper into you, "fucking slut! going from refusing to answer me to swallowing my cock in your cunt!".
The queen moans as sounds of pleasure fly from her mouth. "Such a good girl, taking your king's cock and making your queen feel so good. The best little slut" she calls as she holds onto you by your hair.
"Go ahead, suck your queen's clit. suckle it like you did my breast" She commands and you try your best, your cries being smothered by the queen's thighs.
"You ready to take my cum girl? You want me to fill you up?" Asks the king, though he isn't truly asking the girl.
"Augh, ugh, bring me to completion girl, make your queen cum first!" Demands the queen and the king laughs, "you heard her girl, make your queen cum."
"Mmmhmhhmh, Mhhhmmhmh" Your muffled cries radiate through the queen's cunt as your mouth moves between the queen's clit and her hole and in a moment of pure pleasure the queen cries out and forces your head even further into her cunt, smothing you, your nose rubbing against the queen's clit as you're forced to drink every drop of cum that the queen blesses you with. Rings of arousal caked the king's cock as your own climax joined the queens but the king did not stop. Even as the queen threw your head away, becoming overstimullated or as you cry out as his balls slap against your ass and you squirmed through your own overstimulation. Your cries of pleasure becom filled with pain as the king only speeds his thrusts and brings a hand down to your clit.
He laughs as you tried to get away and begged, "please sir, it's too-- it hurts, please!".
"My little bitch, when I fill you up like this night after night until you swell with my heir you'll get used to this." He tells you before finally releasing his thik load inside you, grunting as he fucks his cum back into your cunt and tears fall from your eyes.
"You're here to serve. to carry my seed, to pleasure my queen" He says gruffly and before pulling he gives your ass one more firm slap.
You cry out again but this time the queen takes your head in her hands and brings you to her breast. "It will be alright my girl, you were so good" she says, pushing your lips around her nipple until she feels you begin to suck.
"That's it my good girl, suckle on me like one day our babe will suckle on you" She says softly, carressing your cheek as tears flow down your cheeks. It seems this is in fact not over.
Provincial Affairs — original work, 3.4k, complete
“Hey–” she starts, only to be interrupted by the press of his lips to hers. His hands run across the small of her back, fingers toying with the hem of her shorts, deftly sliding beneath them and back out again.
Mortifyingly, Skylar finds herself moaning into his mouth. She kisses him back on an impulse that originated somewhere lower than her brain. Connor’s hands feel so warm, so large that she feels they might be able to wrap entirely around her waist. Skylar senses heat growing between her legs.
They break the kiss to catch their breath. His half-lidded eyes have a dark glint that makes Skylar shudder with anticipation.
he's an albertan hockey player and she really didn't want to want him…
Sisters take care of each other, so I've always been happy to feed my younger sister even well into adulthood. Which is why when she showed up on my doorstep asking to be invited in for a late night snack, I told her it was no trouble at all.
My first warning should have been when she asked for permission to come inside, rather than using her spare key like normal.
"I love you sis but it's late, was the bar food not to your tastes? Want me to fry some eggs the way you like?"
"...No thank you." as she glides across the floor, clearly not drunk enough to have lost any coordination. "Here, let me show you what I need", with one hand gently stroking my face.
Ok, that's much more affectionate than I'm used to from my sibling, and definitely not something I should be enjoying so much. "Uh, are you feeling ok si-"
"Shh", she hushes me while turning my face to one side. Without warning her mouth is on my neck! Right as I'm wondering why my sister is sucking on my neck (and why it feels so good), I feel her teeth sinking in, sending all rational thought out the window.
"N-no, please don't stop" I plead after she pulls her teeth from my flesh.
"If I take any more from you I would regret it, dear big sister. This will have to do for now," which she follows up with a kiss that's so passionate I don't even mind the taste of my own blood on her tongue.
So like, can you slap me across the face already? Come on, it will be so much fun to hit me! There's a cute girl right in front of you, giving you permission to hurt it.
Will it be easier for you if i insult you first? Stick my tongue out? Laugh at how pathetic you are, too scared to give a girl what it's asking for?
Are you scared that hitting me will mean you're a loser for doing what i tell you, or are you scared that it means you're a loser for getting off to my pain?
Jokes on you, you're a loser either way, ha!
For reals though, i'm so fucking horny right now and the easiest, plus most fun, way to get off would be for you to hurt me.
Slap me while pretending i'm that one bitch who never shuts up, there's gotta be one in your life.
Smack this things face with the same hand you're going to use every time you remember this moment.
Wrap your sweaty hands around my neck, accept that it's the only part of me you get to wrap your hands around, and take your frustration out on me.
Every sense that's available to a typical person could quickly tell you what sort of dive bar it was. Sight would allow one to see the warning of violence lurking behind the eyes of every patron inside, smell would indicate the unmistakable presence of enough secondhand smoke to pollute even the cleanest lungs, and hearing would imbue knowledge of an astounding amount of curse words.
In other words, it was not the type of bar where an angel would often be found. Or likely welcome, for that matter.
None of that was enough, however, to stop Mariel of the 28th Celestial Radiance Wing, from entering. Her halo was cleverly concealed by a hood, wings tightly secured by a belt designed just for that purpose, turns out that blending in with humans was easy despite her initial apprehension. Taking a seat right in front of the bartender, she readies herself to recite the order she had diligently prepared ahead of time. Wouldn't want to look like a total newcomer that's never had a drink before, right?
Unfortunately for her, all that prep work goes out the window as the bartender turns around and she finds herself struggling to think straight while locking eyes with the most handsome woman she's ever seen.
Oops.
***
A customer walking in wasn't usually cause for looking up from her work, but it wasn't everyday that an angel walked into her bar. Poorly disguised, but cute nonetheless. Maybe even cuter because of that, truth be told. Once the angel was sat in front of her, looking ready to order, Claire turned around from the grimy mirror she had been facing and took a closer look at the divine-one-in-disguise sitting in front of them.
Conspicuous hood raised oddly high above the head, oddly wing shaped lump in the back, and more shaky nerves than a chihuahua suffering from withdrawals? Clearly an angel that worked up enough courage to try a little sin.
Lucky for her, sin is a specialty of Claire's. In fact, she's thinking some delightfully sinful thoughts right now.
***
"No use bothering with placing an order babe, I can tell what kind of girl you are." Mariel starts panicking at the thought of her airtight disguise failing already, before the distractingly muscular bartender continues. "Let me guess, none of your friends know you're a dyke, so you throw on a disguise before entering the sleaziest queer bar in town, hoping to go home with some drop dead gorgeous butch? Maybe even the one behind the counter?"
"No, it's not like that all!"
"My mistake, I'm not your type then?"
"N-no, that's not what I meant either,"
"So I am your type?"
"Absolutely! I m-mean no, well you are, but that's not what I came here for…"
***
Teasing this heavenly hottie was almost too easy, now it was time to try reeling her in. "Relax babe, I'm going hard on you because you're new."
"Oh um haha, that's a relief-"
"And also because you're too cute for me to resist, of course" Claire can't help adding while flashing their trademark devious grin.
"C-cute? Me?"
Was it blasphemous to thank God for allowing her the privilege of watching this sexy seraph squirm? "I know you heard me babe, don't play coy. My shift's nearly over, how about we head back to my place and you can gain some practice speaking up to ask for what it is that you want?"
******
"By the way, I have something for you, figured we've been dating long enough to make it a bit more official"
"Aww, you shouldn't have! But, what is it?"
"A way of declaring that you're mine. Think of it like a halo, only you wear it around your neck."
