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Well, the fanon on sensitive medics' hands must have a bit more potential than just foreplaying with them.
Pharma must have at least considered the possibility of calibrating his sensors and training the whole neuronet in a way that will give him the ability to use his fingers as a complete spike substitute. So he could cum not only from the excitement of touching Ratchet, but also by fingering him and feeling the stimulation. Rubbing on Ratchet's nodes must give the right feedback to get his mind foggy. And how this valve must spasm, making the digits inside stiffen in familiar but shockingly new pleasure.
Oh, and Ratchet would absolutely HAVE to acknowledge Pharma's genius. This new horizon of medicine, to which the better doctor is gallantly leading his beloved colleague.
Shame that Ratchet's never shown any sign of interest. And without him even breakthroughs such as this feel worthless.
Bulky TFP Shockwave is insanely hot, yet I'm still trying to figure out how exactly we should explore his deadly otherworldy allure. There's something that captivates me the most. Oh boy, his damn HAND. Let's do some in-universe Shockwave hand fetish.
Maybe it's Starscream's nervous alertness going worse near his rival, maybe it's his millennia-long sensual (and sexual) deprivation, maybe a secret third option (Soundwave applying some sort of Wi-Fi Zersetzung mental control technology to destabilize him and make him more obedient by slowly uploading lewd thought-viruses into his operating system).
Whatever, it's just Shockwave's damn hand. An unpaired mechanism, elegant and graceful. Its exquisite shape would fit Knock Out better. It's a palm of a medic, or a dancer, or a sculptor, or a massagist.
Oh, Starscream very well remembers this palm mercilessly grabbing his helm, almost shoving his head onto the giant metal thorn. Honestly, in reality, he would prefer not to stay in the same room with any of Shockwave's limbs, whether it be his cannon or this inappropriate hand. In the realms of his mind, though…
He's staring, again. Shockwave's dexterous digits are waltzing over the console, each movement precise, swift, smooth, and hypnotic at the same time. Starescream's wings give a very interested twitch. These fingers could as well be examining his moving parts, let's say, to check if everything is in order. Knock Out's competence sometimes seems questionable. They could be studying methodically Starscream's rivets, and gears, and circuits. The best Decepticon flyer must tick perfectly.
And maybe he could open his spark chamber, so… No, it absolutely has nothing to do with the real Shockwave. Starscream would rather join the Autobots before letting him anywhere near his insides. But receiving a little manual exam from these skillful digits sounds like what the best Decepticon flyer and, remember, second-in-command deserves. At least to make sure he didn't mess it all up while dosing himself with the Dark Energon.
At this point, Starscream is shivering slightly, his knees frail, his vents shallow and quick. His gaze never leaving Shockwave's digits, now plugging some device into the console, connecting the wires. They could be on his cockpit, tracing the seams with their sharp talons on the way to their target between Starscream's legs. Just where his most delicate machinery was all heated up, preparing him for the interface, his slender spike ready to be enveloped by these strong fingers. Oh, Starscream will craft any absurd explanation for Shockwave to continue his ministrations. Like, seekers can die from arousal if they're not jerked off or finger-fucked to completion. He'll lubricate in Shockwave's grip like a good bot. It'll appear absolutely logical to make him squirt.
He has to forcefully abort his spike's attempts to free itself from under his codpiece armor. It's hot inside his housing, maybe even leaking. That also applies to his valve, cycling behind his closed panel. Shockwave's pointy fingertips will prickle them carefully, spreading his soft, sensitive flaps, opening him up before the unblinking red optic. They'd point at his nodes, pressing them like they're typing a passcode. They would intrude, like Shockwave breaks into people's bodies and brains with his instruments and his cold, mismechanical mind. They would be his sweetest torture, until Starscream actually screams, jetting fluids helplessly, his legs shaking.
And, oh, in reality, his legs are shaking. Shockwave is still facing his console and multiple screens, paying zero attention to what's happening behind his back. And there is Starscream, seized by the sudden spasming tension, stretched out and muting himself with his own hands over his throat and mouth, and dripping on the floor between his heels. Wings fluttering. Clearly overloading.
With a sharp hiss and click, his treacherous spike is also out to shoot its thin but impudent release. Leaving him no excuse in case Shockwave turns around. Strascream's spark, a nanosecond ago flaring with charge, goes ice-cold along with his drooped wings. He's damned. Betrayed by his processor and all his systems. Doing this… this without a single touch, just fantasizing about Shockwave fingering him. Now any cortical psychic patch session will be the end of the great commander Starscream.
He needs to get out of here. Now.
"Starscream?" Shockwave's plain, mechanical voice creeps under his plating instantly, as always cold and passionless. But Shockwave's finials jiggle, bearably visibly, as in interest. "Is everything alright?"
Soundwave and his mind games be damned.
Elena.
Elena la devo riagganciare. È una donna moldava di 42 anni anche se ne dimostra più di me. Piccolina, magra un culetto un po' piatto ed una seconda scarsa ma piacevole da vedersi. Il viso dello scazzo. Non è certo una che noti in giro eppure... eppure scoparla è sempre stata una grandissima goduria. È così maneggevole e leggera che un paio di volte l'ho sollevata per le gambe per farmi spompinare in piedi con lei a testa in giù. I pompini erano il suo pezzo forte non per particolare abilità ma perché se l’è sempre fatto inserire in bocca fino in fondo mentre le stringo la mano sulla gola. Una vera cavia da deep troath e ha sempre amato farsi maltrattare, sputi, parolacce, fingering davanti e dietro anche se il culo non me l’ha mai concesso ed è un peccato perché ha un bel buchino stretto da sverginare. L’ho conosciuta perché ha fatto per un po’ da badante ad una mia vecchia zia, una sera mentre la vecia ormai dormiva serenamente le ho offerto da bere attingendo dalla dispensa vintage della zietta (Amaro di Saronno, Vecchia Romagna, Vov e tutto il repertorio) con la Vecchia Romagna l’ho sbarellata e dal vedere le foto di suo figlio che sta in Moldavia con la nonna al metterle la lingua in bocca il passo è stato davvero breve. Sì mi sa che appena capito dalle sue parti provo a sentirla adesso mi sono eccitato ripensando a quel corpicino da strapazzare.
thinking about my boy sitting on the bed wearing nothing but one of my button-downs, it hangs loose on him and reveals the skin of his chest and i can't help but reach out and trace his collarbones. i'm sure he would crane his head back to expose his neck, wordlessly begging me to leave bruises there but i have other plans. i'd slowly move my fingers to his cunt to play with his clit as i unbuckle my belt and slip my jeans down enough to pull out my strap. he would be so lost in the feeling of my fingers i'm not sure he would even notice the fact that my other hand is slicking my cock, getting ready to push him back on the bed and fuck him until he can't think anything but my name
i want to bind your wrists behind your back and have you sit in my lap, facing me. i want to kiss you and deprive you of my tongue while my hands roam your body, gently pressing a finger into you. once you’re wet, dripping, i’ll add another finger and fuck you in earnest right as i replace my lips with my other hand. i want to fuck your face and your cunt at the same time and watch as you melt, watch you try to keep your balance as you grind against the hand between your thighs.
Not that anyone asked for my opinion on this but-
Bakugo fingers you precisely, kneeled before your soft core- your legs hitched over his own, with the pads of his rough fingers hitting away at your g spot with every stroke. He likes how you look under him the most.
Kirishima fingers you lovingly, on his side beside you, cradling your face into his neck. Big palm grinding on your clit while he hooks two fingers inside. He whispers soft praises and affirmations against your check.
Denki fingers you enthusiastically, he likes it when you’re on all fours above him. He eats you out from underneath, playing with your pretty pussy with one hand and reaching up for your breast with the other. He never stops moaning pretty things to you.
Maybe hybrid cow reader x 141 please 🥺👉👈
- 💐 anon
Cw: pregnancy, milking, pumps, fingering, implied squirting, implied overstimulation, vaguely implying fisting, handjob, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, fantasies, horny bulls, soft dom!Price, tell me if I missed any.
You needed much more care than you usually did when pregnant, the skin stretched so prettily around your round and bulging stomach, the stretched marks a reminder of Price’s possession of you. A sweet memory that he played over and over again whenever he needed to jack off, the grip of his fist a shallow mimicry of your tight cunt and the warmth of his palm palling in comparison to your hot walls milking him. Though you were pregnant, he still wished he could slide into your leaky cunt and pump your womb full of cum, breeding you so full that no other could satisfy you the way he could.
But the rough feel of his sweaty and dirty hands would have to do for now, the thought of harming your calf dissuading him from acting out any of his fantasies. He was your first and his baby was your first calf, and he wanted it to be as wonderful as possible, without any risk or any issues. Price wanted your first pregnancy to be a happy and memorable one, where you’d smile and laugh while you cared for you small calf; perhaps more human than cow, seeing as he was the father rather than one of the virile bulls he kept.
And despite it going incredibly well, you still produced milk - much more than you used to - and it needed to be milked almost thrice a day, something he couldn’t do seeing that he had bulls and crops to care for. He left most of the crop work and chores to the few employees he had, but never the big and aggressive bulls or the soft and tender cow he owned. He dealt with it himself even if he had trained employees, his bulls were used to him and he wanted them to stay comfortable when he was milking them for their load. The stronger and healthier the bull, the higher the price went, and he was fortunate for winning the bids when they were still young.
Though he loved being able to squeeze the milk out of your breasts, having you kneeling before him as he worked, watching your sweet milk squirt out of your nipples, your pregnancy made kneeling harder on you than he’d expected. You whined about how uncomfortable the weight of it pulled you down, fearing that your skin would rip and the baby harmed. So he resigned to milk you once in the evening and taught you how to use a pump, but he still came by to help you with your little issue that only seemed to grow as farther you got into your pregnancy.
He’d lay you on your side, cups clasped tightly around your leaky nipples while he soothed your arousal. One leg on his lap and the other over his arm, he’d plunge his fingers into your drooling cunt, feeling the empty depths that clamped around his fingers. If you mewled for more, he’d add a finger or two until your cunt was stretched around the girth of his palm. If you whined for harder, he’d drive his hand as hard as he could without harming the baby. And if you begged to cum, he’d pull as many as he wants until you’re squirting and trembling in overstimulation.
Whatever you needed, he’d give it to you if you asked, as long as you were happy and satiated, and the baby safe.
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↳ pairing: yoongi/reader | smut ↳ au: phone sex operator!au, f2l ↳ warnings: sex work, fingering, dirty talk ↳ word count: 1.2k ⁙ summary: Yoongi, your best friend, seems to have a very promising career in the phone sex industry. ⁛ A/N: this is a repost from my old blog so if you recognize it, that’s why! this does have a part 2!
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But baby, I’m yours... [JHS +18]
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Song: I'm yours, by Isabel LaRosa
Count of words: 1.9k
Warnings: dirty talk, established relationship, 69 (that's hot), oral, fingering, kinda almost fisting, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls take care of yourselves), masturbation, possessiveness.
A/N: I just heard again the song all over tiktok, and I just felt the need to write some filthy stuff about it. Also, I haven't got the time to thirst over Hobi at the MAMA Awards last month, so this is just self-indulgent♡
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“You don’t imagine the amount of feelings you cause in me” is a mere and soft whisper, going through the dark night due to the beautiful new moon watching over you.
“I can get an idea, because of how much I love you” he responds, and immediately after pecks your lips with tenderness.
“Sometimes it even hurts, you know?” you look at him with wide eyes, looking at his smirk.
“Oh, really?” he raises his eyebrows, his smile growing wider.
“Of course, for example when we go on tour, or when you look at me in a certain way, or when you smile at me… or when you say out loud how much you love me, or when you tell the world that I am the one you love…”
“I really like your possessive side, being completely honest” he chuckles, so you can feel his warm breath caressing the skin of your cheek.
“I know, and I appreciate it because I don’t see myself without you in my life”
“So, are you mine? As I am yours?”
“Always, love” you answer with full honesty, and to give your words some power, you get closer to him, resting both of your hands on his chest “I will show you all the love that I have for you”
You feel how he slightly trembles under your touch, and you absolutely love it. You go down slowly, taking your time while you caress the skin of his naked chest. You pinch his nipples in a playful way, earning a soft moan from him, with a chuckle you continue trailing your hands to his southern part.
“You are so fucking pretty” you whisper over his hip before you kiss the zone, starting to slowly remove his boxers. He is already halfway hard and you smile completely satisfied “Gorgeous” you take his cock in your hands, and you kiss the tip, paying attention to the arousing sounds he’s emitting.
With the green light given by him, you start kissing his length, just as if you were worshiping it. He grasps your hair and you look up at him with puppy eyes.
“Yes?”
“Please, don’t tease me, please…” he pleads so beautifully that is hard not to budge to his spell.
“Whatever you want, love” those are your last words before you take him in your mouth, tasting his addictive scent, and feeling the blood pumping through his dick. You take him slowly, making sure you prepare to take him whole.
“Go all the way down, I know you can take it, baby” his voice is rough and you press your thighs together “oh, love, you are so desperate, let me help you, just like you are helping me, yeah?” he pulls you by the hair, getting you far from him, so you can kneel in front of him “take everything off, I want you bare, I want you vulnerable”
You whimper after his raw words and obey.
“Sit on me, my love”
“How romantic,” you say before you climb up the bed and settle yourself, so he can see your wet vulva. He groans at the sight and you chuckle.
“You know me well” Hobi answers and passes his fingers through your folds, making you shiver. “Look at this, you’re so wet, darling. And the best thing is that all of this is for me, right? This is all mine”
“Yes, love, everything is yours. I’m yours” you whimper as you feel the circling in your clit, and then feel one of his long fingers enter you so deliciously that you close your eyes.
“And I am all yours…” with these words, the warmth within you gets worse, so you open your eyes and find his cock, now fully hard. He’s bigger than any other you’ve seen in your life and he surely knows how to use it. You lick your lips and take it, you move your tongue at the same rhythm he goes with his in your clit. You force yourself so you take his whole length and you can’t help but gag. He spanks you as a warning.
“Don’t be so greedy and get used to it slowly”
You laugh a little but the sound morphs into a moan when you feel another finger enter you.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me”
“Yeah? So you can show me how much you love me while I make you scream and cum over and over again?”
“Yes, baby, please” you beg and then you lick his length again, playing with the head of his cock, teasing him. He goes faster on your clit and with his fingers, inserting another one, stretching you out and making you whimper, but the sound is muffled due to his cock in your mouth.
“Let’s try to fit all of the fingers, do you wanna try?” his voice seems demonic and you can’t help but shiver harder.
“Yes, let’s try” you are aroused and kind of dizzy with the situation, but both of you are loving every single second of it.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and collects your juices, soaking them, but he stops “I want to see your face while I’m doing this”
Without a word, you climb off him and lay on the mattress with a mischievous smile dancing on your lips and a promise seducing on your eyes. “I love you”
“I love you too, baby” he says and he hovers over you to kiss you intensely, taking your breath away. He caresses your skin, and finds your clit again, moving his fingers so you are squirming under him. He looks stunned and satisfied with his view of you. He goes faster and you moan his name so sweetly that it feels like an addiction for him. “Let’s play”
And he enters one by one, smoothly, three of his fingers, focusing on your reactions and moves, feeling dizzy for every word that comes out of your fantastic mouth. He scissors the fingers and you moan his name again, but this time louder.
“I’m gonna enter the fourth” he says and all you feel the need to do is nod. He takes it as safe and starts pushing the finger inside you.
“Fuck! Hobi, that feels weird... I feel so stretched out... God...” you moan while you stare at each other, he has a savage smile on, and you tremble, feeling on edge.
“Get used, baby. I’m here. If is it too much, just tell me, and I’ll stop immediately” he reassures you and you sigh, feeling so loved, so seen.
“You can keep going, I’m ready for the fifth”
“Your wishes are my commands, my love” his words make you chuckle, but you stop when you feel his free hand playing with your clit harder and faster. “I need you soaking... not that you aren’t right now, but I just love how messy you look”
You answer with a weak squeal, thinking you won’t be able to stop from cumming so hard. He starts pushing the last finger in you, and that feels awkwardly magnificent. All the stretch, the environment, the glances, the heavy breathing... him.
"Hobi... oh my god, Hobi..." you complain. Is the first thing you feel something like this. It's different from the feeling of his cock inside you; this feels filthy... and you are up for it.
"So good, how does it feel, darling?" He sounds like a wet dream. He absolutely is a wet dream.
"Weird but good... ngh, more Hobi, please..."
"Let's try it faster then" with those words he raises the rhythm and has you gasping for air, because DAMN! He's so fucking good to you.
You are nearly screaming for the stimulation, everything spins around you. There's just so much bliss, you could spend the rest of your life in this fucking moment.
"Cum, my love, cum all over me, show me how much you fucking love me" his words are the perfect trigger for your release. You twitch your toes and your fingers, you convulse so deliciously, that you feel thrown into a different dimension.
"Hobi... Hobi..."
"I'm here, love, don't worry. I'm here" he strokes your hair with all of his affection while he stares at you, completely wasted, drenched in sweat and cum.
You catch up your breath after a while. He hasn't moved, focused on you.
"I'm so in love with you... I can't even find the words to describe how I feel about you" your voice is tired but is just full of peace and emotion. Hobi smiles endearingly and that melts your heart.
"I feel the same way about you, my love. I feel so lucky I found you in this lifetime" he caresses your cheek so lovingly.
"Can you cum in me?" Your voice is sweet and you stare at him with desire, ignoring how tired your body feels. He chuckles and licks his lips while he checks you out.
"Are you sure you are okay, my romantic girl?" He makes fun of you and you laugh while nodding.
"100% sure, love. I really want to feel full of your cum" you whine with your own words.
"My filthy, precious girl" his rough voice sends chills all over your body. You look at him, at how he moves so he can hover your body. "Raise your pretty legs, baby"
You obey faster than you thought, earning a groan from him as a form of approval. He slaps his cock against your folds, and you whimper thanks to the inhumane orgasm you just had.
"You're so sensitive, baby. And you are mine..." he says before he starts pushing the tip of his dick inside you. You gasp and grope Hobi's hair, going down slowly, so you are holding onto his broad shoulders. "Feels great, isn't it?"
"Yeah... more, love. Please..." you moan, feeling deliciously hopeless under him. He budges and enters more, until his halfway in you.
"Damn, baby, I never get used to how good this feels" he gets close so he can kiss you, thrusting gently "I feel like we become complete like this. We are so good together..."
"I love you, baby" you whisper between your moans, because you feel him deeper. The warm sensation drives you wild.
"Love you too, darling" he accentuates his words with a specially hard thrust, so he's all the way in you. Both of you moan at the same time, feeling everything, barely handling the stimulation.
"More, more, cum in me, please" you beg, making him take a deep breath and start thrusting at a fast pace.
"Like that? You just love getting fucked so hard, you remember me for days thanks to how sore you are" he keeps his hard pace, giving you one of the hottest views of him all sweaty and horny, breathing heavily.
"That's how I remember you are mine, and I am yours..." you tempt him, listening to his beautiful moans.
"Fuck, love, I'm gonna cum..." he cries and you moan loudly. "Cum with me, love. Come on..."
Accelerates his thrusts and with one hand starts rubbing your clit, sending you over the very edge.
"Fuck! Fuck, Hobi! So good..."
"Gonna cum..." he whispers in your ear and you nod desperately, groping the skin of his shoulders.
He lets out a high moan, making you cum, and just a few seconds later, you feel him filling you up.
"Oh, god... you're coming so hard..." you say, trying to make your voice clearer.
"Every single drop is yours, love..." he kisses your neck, climbing to your jaw, kissing your chin and then kissing your lips with passion.
Art by @elgrajaz to remind you of where things started between his oc Creepy guy and my oc Trouble. Catching and caring for your own cryptid is no easy task, and Creepy is doing his very bestest. Check out ch 14 of Overcome and see what happens when Trouble gives his captor a nudge in a different direction.
“What’s the longest you’ve ever kept someone alive while you fed off them?”
“I don’t know. A week? Maybe a little more?” Trouble sighed and ran a finger along F’s jawline. “What does it matter? In the end, I always kill them, and I haven’t had to hide from search parties ever since.”
“What if they couldn’t get away and you could feed off them forev--”
“Eff.” Trouble put his hand over F’s mouth and turned his head until their eyes met. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Mm?” F shook off Trouble’s hand. “I’m tryin’ to figure out how to take care of you. You have to tell me this stuff.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Trouble whined, hiding his face in F’s shoulder.
“Why kill them if you don’t need to in order to feed?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped, sulky again, “why do you wolf down raw chunks of bodies out of a pile instead of cooking it and using a knife and fork?”
“...that’s how I eat?”
“Exactly my point, Eff.” Trouble’s irritation faded enough that he leaned his head back on F’s shoulder. “I won’t tell you how to eat, so don’t do it to me.”
“But how do I feed you if you don’t tell me how you eat?”
“Hmm.” A corner of Trouble’s mouth lifted as ran his palm down F’s chest. “I could show you...”
Sub Bakugo (N)SFW: “Bratty Boy”
Smack! "Augh. Sixteen."
Smack! "Hng. Seventeen."
Smack! "Fu-uck… Eighteen."
"What was that," a sickening sweet voice asked. "Hm?"
"Nothing, sir," he replied quickly, his hand gripping at the nape of his neck, the other grasping at a knee dressed in pristine, black slacks. Leather circled his neck, a metal loop on the front the perfect lead for the brat. A firm hand rubbed gentle circles over reddened flesh, sparking pleasure and pain at the abusively tender touch.
SMACK! "Why do you think it is okay to lie to me, darling?" The stinging spread quickly across the exposed plane of flesh. A strangled groan left his throat. He felt a gentle hand move his hand from his nape and replace it with his own, nails scraping gently along the edge of the collar. "Hm? Why?"
"Ah… I don't." He pleaded ignorance as those nails scraped back and forth along his nape in a torturously slow tease.
"You don't what?" Smack! "Use your words, boy."
"Ahng… I don't think it is okay to lie to you, sir," he clarified obediently. The hand left his nape and wrapped under his chin, lifting his head up to look at his sir. Excitement thrummed in his body at the shift in demeanor. He'd been a brat, and he was going to be punished.
"Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki," he drawled. He used his thumb to pry his brat's jaw open and shoved two rough fingers into that lying mouth. "You truly are a brat, boy." Saliva dripped around his fingers, and a soft gag crept from the blonde's throat as he held his chin in place with his lower fingers. "A dirty, violent, foul mouthed brat that lies to me. Lies to me when we both know I am neither stupid nor deaf." Smack! Another soft gag and a groan sang its reply. That hand that inflicted so much pleasure and pain rubbed harshly into the beaten flesh, relishing in the soft groans and whimpers that echoed their response.
Dry fingers slipped from the raised, round plane of ass to creep into the well lubed hole that sat unattended, nestled between those glorious, reddened cheeks. They probed gently at the hole that winked at his touch. "My dirty boy," a single finger slipped in, pressing deep, unrelenting. "You always do this to me. You work me up then are a brat. What kind of masochist are you, hm? To need to be spanked so badly. To lube yourself up and put on your pretty collar for me only to turn around and sass me every chance you get until I have you bent over my knee for being a bad boy." That finger, thick and uncaring for the way those walls fought to keep it out, sunk into that tight heat until his knuckle brushed soft flesh, smearing with the excess lube. It curled and his back jerked at the sensation, his cock rubbing up against the knee he was bent over, a keen ripping pitifully from his throat. Those fingers in his mouth pressed deeper and held his tongue down, punishingly hard. Saliva caught in his throat and he gagged, unable to right himself for it to do any good, leaving him to cough and drool on those fingers.
"Oi, don't make such a mess." The finger pressed inside him left quickly and he felt a smack land firm on his backside, slapping right over his hole with a wet noise. The boy jerked involuntarily and gagged on the fingers in his mouth as pain radiated through him. He attempted a half-assed apology around the fingers and cried out prettily when another slap landed hard on his backside. As quickly as the pain came, those fingers sunk back into him, prying him open and driving him mad with pleasure as he felt the familiar itch of finger tips probing deep inside him. His cock bounced against his stomach and the knee he was sprawled across. "You just can't help yourself, can you, Katsuki? Perhaps you need to be caged… Perhaps you'll make less of a filthy mess then. Hm? No…" Those unrelenting fingers quirked upright and dug into his walls, pressing and prodding blindly even though they knew his insides like they knew how to write. "That'd only make you act out more, I'm sure."
Slow, deliberately teasing thrusts moved those fingers in and out from the depths of his walls, teasing and working up the blonde who slowly began to squirm and suck obediently on the fingers holding his mouth open. His hips rocked and rutted his straining cock against the now messy slacks as pitiful, begging noises left his throat freely. Pretty red eyes met his, full of tears and such a pleading expression that it almost made him want to cave. Almost.
"You're such a mess, Katsuki," he scolded, the shame burning hot on his neck, knowing what the man would say next. "If you wanted to be treated nicely, you should have behaved nicely." The fingers picked up their pace and began to strike more precisely at his weak points, dragging heavily against those tight bundles of nerves anytime they found one. Slick sounds came from him as those fingers plunged in then pulled out. It was pornographic the way he was being fingered across this man's lap, listening to him degrade him as he sat naked save for a collar against his knee, whoring himself out to the pain and pleasure without care for the way it made him look. "Good boys get Daddy's cock. Naughty boys get to come on Daddy's fingers then clean up their mess."
"Please, sir!" He whined, using a hand to pull his fingers from his mouth, gasping for air. Tears streamed down his cheeks as those fingers continued to do everything in their power to touch him without letting him lose himself to the sensation. It was frustrating beyond all belief.
Smack! "Maybe if you behave, then I'll change my mind. Show Daddy you can be a good boy," he crooned as his saliva coated fingers spanked that pert, rosy ass while he kept his fingers moving inside his prey.
"Angh! ONE!"
"Good, keep counting."
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movie – choi beomgyu.
paring: bff!beomgyu x fem!reader
disclaimer: reader asks gyu to stop several times before giving in so if you're a sensitive person or uncomfortable with this, please proceed carefully.
warnings: dub-con, fingering, degradation and pet names.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: so... my first smut with a plot i guess ? i'm happy to finally be posting something for y'all, i think i took too long but at least, it's here now !!! also, this was a request from my friend @gyufemboy for her birthday <3.
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"you sure you wanna watch that, baby?"
"yeah, of course! you know how much i like horror movies."
now, that phrase echoes throughout your mind while you hide your face in beomgyu's shoulder, both hands wrapped around his arm.
and now, you are sure that your idea of watching the movie you're scared of the most wasn't so good. you thought it was going to be fun, to see it with beomgyu – your best friend – since y'all could never finish something properly, not when the boy wasn't able to shut up for at least one second, making jokes that did both of you crack in laughs and don't pay attention on whatever was on the tv.
besides, the fact that beomgyu was the most charming boy you had ever seen made the task of watching a movie pretty difficult, you couldn't take your eyes off him or focus on anything but his handsome face, anyone could say for sure that you were in love with him.
none of these was the current case though. strangely, beomgyu wasn't saying anything and not even his face was being able to distract you, the scary sounds and dark scenes catching all your attention and at one point, you couldn't watch it anymore, opting for hugging your friend as tight as you could and burying your face in his arm, trying to ignore the movie.
"i told you it wasn't a good idea, dumb thing." beomgyu speaks, snapping you out of your trance and pulling his arm from your grip against your will as you whimper, hugging his waist instead. chuckling, he hugs your shoulders, dragging you closer to his embrace and caressing your back, soothing you.
"gyu, can we watch another movie? i don't wanna see that one anymore..." you lift your head from his chest, crooking your neck to look at him, puppy eyes practically begging, making beomgyu inevitably smirk.
"now i really wanna see its end though, baby." he looks down at you, a cocky expression staring at your helpless one. you whine, smashing your face again on his body while mumbling a small plea for him to distract you, and it was exactly what beomgyu was waiting for. "it's okay, c'mere."
he gets up from the couch, pointing for you to lean your back on the upholstered arm and so you do, making sure there's still some space for him to lay. sitting next to you, he loops one arm around your shoulders just like he was doing before, and now his body is preventing you from seeing the screen, you hug him and nuzzle on his warmth, closing your eyes and focusing on the boy's breath, trying to ignore the sounds coming from the tv.
after a few minutes, when you're almost falling asleep, you can hear the movie volume getting lower and feel beomgyu's body moving in your embrace, but you can't mind enough to open your eyes, thinking he's just getting comfier on the couch. it is until you feel two fingers grazing against your clothed core, your eyes fluttering wide open to look at the boy confusedly, being able to see that he's totally turned to you, gazing smugly at your shrunken frame while stroking your pussy.
"what– what are you doing, gyu?" you close your legs, trying in vain to make beomgyu stop touching you, your doe eyes going big and staring at him stunned, hand trailing down to hold his wrist and force him to stop, a frown appearing on the boy's face as he overpowers you, keeping to drag his finger up and down as if your struggle was nothing. "no– gyu!"
"what, baby? i'm just helping my girl to get distracted from the movie." he leans in, your noses getting in touch as his hot breath fans against your skin, all your body going weak and your grip loosening, allowing him to move his fingers freely against your – now – wet panties.
"no, beom… i didn't mean like that– ngh!" you speak in a whimper, a moan interrupting your sentence when beomgyu presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing both index and middle finger on your slit, riling you up and making you soak your underwear, your fist is clenched on his shirt as you hold eyes with him, your puppy gaze just urging the boy to go further. "please, beom… stop."
you whisper, burying your face on his chest when he applies more pressure on your – getting swollen – nub, a whine making its way out of your throat as you push your thighs closed, as if it could make beomgyu stop.
"stop? oh, little thing, do you wanna resume watching the movie then?" his tone is poisonous when he speaks, using the arm around your shoulder to pull you away from his body and leaning back to show you the tv, the scene on at the right moment you eye the screen can only be described as creepy, a squeal coming out from your throat as you bury your face back into beomgyu chest, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.
"no! i'm sorry gyu, i– no, please, please, please!" you cry out, your voice muffled against the boy's shirt. "please beom, do whatever you want, just– i don't wanna see that."
you pull your face away from him, glancing up at his cocky face with beseeching eyes, your nose red and lip between your teeth making you look adorable to him, so fuckable. smirking, he brings his hand up to stroke your hair, resuming to touch you through your shorts, a shit-eating grin on his lips.
"that's a good girl." he says before leaning in to kiss you, the surprise taking you for a bit before the realization, you return the kiss passionately, eyes falling shut as your hands make their way to his neck, muffled little moans coming out of you.
hooking his fingers on your panties, beomgyu slowly pulls them aside, the cool air coming in contact with your now bare pussy, making you shiver and buck your hips towards beomgyu's hand, your lips disconnecting from his as you whine for him, complaining. chuckling, he applies more pressure to your clit, moving it in circles in a way that has you moaning loudly, your breath getting heavier and a small, pathetic "please" leaving your lips.
"aw, don't i have such a needy thing." you can practically touch the sarcasm in his voice, mocking and scorning you, but you don't mind it – no, no way you do. that turns you on further, being ridiculed as if you were only a horny little slut owned by beomgyu.
anyway, at your plead, he increases the speed on your little bundle of nerves, the pad of his fingers teasing your slit as he rubs them against it, collecting your arousal before pushing one in, long and thick, stretching your tight walls and making you moan, burying your face in the crook of his neck and moaning for him.
he starts pumping his finger in and out, curving and searching for that sweet spot inside you and he doesn't struggle any much to find it, his fingertips hitting it so deliciously and making you cry out his name, your walls clenching around his digit as you feel a sort of a coil forming in your stomach, hips instinctively bucking to meet beomgyu's hand and a wet sound can be heard coming from your hole, lewd and kind of embarrassing but you don't care, not when your best friend is fucking his finger into you so well.
"you're such a slut, aren't you? so horny, so stupid." he declares, snickering at your desperate figure grinding against his hand, mouth hanging open as sinful sounds come from it and eyes squeezed shut.
inserting one more finger inside you, he scissors them slowly, widening your entrance and making you see stars, the knot in your tummy seeming unbearable and about to snap, your hand automatically going down to grab gyu's as if not to let him drag it away from you – not that he's intending to.
"oh my god, fuck…" you exclaim when you feel the boy's lips on your neck, sucking hickeys on your skin and adding to your pleasure, his fingers doing magic while touching you and you can't hold it anymore, not when beomgyu presses his thumb onto your clit just the right way, your mind going dumb and your limbs numb, that feeling of something snapping inside you washing over your whole body and throwing you over the edge, walls spasming and squeezing and a high-pitched moan of beomgyu's name leaving your mouth.
"mhm, that's it, baby. cum on my fingers like the dirty whore you're." he whispers in your ear, fingers still inside you being curled on your loosening walls and helping you to ride out your high, the pressure on your puff clit now being just a slight rub on it, beomgyu's lips lingering on the sensitive skin of your neck and gasps coming from your own lips, thighs trembling a bit.
when beomgyu notices you have already calmed down from your high, he starts moving. taking away his arm from your waist, sliding down on the couch to get a hold of the flesh of your thighs, face between them and eyes staring at yours with that evil glimpse, a smirk twisting his lips as he watches your confused face when his fingers hook on the waistband of your shorts, pulling them along with your sticky panties, glued to your cunt due to your arousal. the cool air coming from the window hits your pussy just like beomgyu's hot breath does, sending shivers down your spine and making your toes curl, legs trying to close instinctively but beomgyu doesn't let you, your face getting more confused as you look at him, silently asking what is he doing.
he giggles evilly, putting his face – especially his lips – closer to your heat and whispering against it, his deep voice hitting exactly your core and you're pulsing again, your essence starting to leak down your inner thighs.
"what, angel? you didn't think we were done, did you?"
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One Faithful Night (Human!Alastor x wife!reader)
(A/N: this may be one of my most favorite works I've written. Also human Alastor 🔛🔝)
TAGS: human Alastor x reader, intimate smut, domestic fluff (if you squint hard enough), mentions of wanting children, creampie, fingering, riding
This human Alastor is heavily inspired by one of my idols, so please check out A Doe In Fall by @/ hazelfoureyes :33
You glanced at the clock, crossing your legs as you draped yourself on the cushioned couch. One o’clock.
You sighed, shaking your head as you stood up; Alastor was coming home incredibly late for the 3rd time this week, and it’s just Thursday!
You knew why he was out at such a time. You knew why he would come home with a red stain somewhere on his clothes or his body.
Your husband was with somebody.
Well, some body. You knew he was the New Orleans serial killer.
You’ve come to terms with it long ago, when he ranted about one of the victims shortly before they died. Or when you were washing his and your clothes one day and noticed the way the water turned a faint red when you were scrubbing his black dress shirt.
To be honest, you weren’t really surprised; he had some murderer tendencies that you were aware of when you said yes to him. Plus, you had your own skeletons in the closet; you couldn’t just berate his dark secret while keeping yours safely locked away.
You slowly made your way to the bedroom, unbuttoning your dress to slip into a more comfortable nightgown. It was a deep, almost rustic red, its hem only reaching your mid thigh.
With a sigh, you jumped onto the bed, hurrying into the covers and relishing in the pressure of it as it slowly fell on your body. The air tonight was cold as hunting season rolled around, so curling yourself into a ball was definitely the best way to reserve your body heat.
You found yourself easily drifting to sleep, your eyelids becoming far too heavy to be kept open. You took a deep breath before you succumbed to your weariness, though missing the weight of your husband beside you.
You were awoken by a small peck on your forehead, and the sound of polished shoes on the floor. With groggy eyes, you opened them, your eyesight still blurry as it caught the vague outline of your husband.
“Al,” you surprised yourself at your hoarse voice, and you saw him turn his head to look at you. “Mon amour, why are you still awake?”
You sat up, shaking your head. “That doesn’t matter. What time is it?”
Alastor glanced at his watch before taking it off. “Half past 2.” He turned his gaze to you apologetically. “I’m sorry for coming home late again.”
You smiled warmly, watching the way he sat on his side of the bed to remove his shoes. “It’s alright, chér; I know how much of a workload WWL can give its employees.”
Oh, did you mention that he didn’t know you knew? Ah, men; always thinking they’re slick.
He softly laughed, his smile making his glasses raise slightly. “Yes, it’s quite a lot.” Alastor stood up to change into cleaner clothes, but you stopped him with a noise.
Your husband craned his neck to look at you with a curious arch of a brow, and you grinned, patting his side of the bed. “Stay here for a bit.”
“I’m dirty, my dear.” He tried to reason out, but you put a palm in front of you as a way to stop him. “You aren’t to me; come here.”
He rolled his eyes with a playful smirk before untying his bowtie and placing it on his nightstand, slipping under the covers with you shortly after. Alastor’s arms easily wrapped around your waist, as they’d had multiple times before, before placing a quick kiss on your lips.
As soon as he laid beside you, you immediately tugged him closer, your nose breathing in his perfume and natural scent; God, you missed that.
Alastor noticed what you were doing and chuckled. You glared at him before taking another sniff. “What? I miss my husband; is that a crime?” you asked, kissing his neck before finally detaching yourself from him.
He grinned, pulling the covers closer to both of yours and his shoulders before responding. “I never said it was, dear.” He cupped your cheek gingerly before pulling you into an intimate kiss, the arm around your waist doing the same motion with your body.
You welcomed his romantic action with open arms; he rarely ever gave you a kiss longer than a couple of short-lived seconds, so who were you to refuse such a sporadic gesture?
What you weren’t expecting, though, was for him to deepen it, his tongue asking your mouth for permission to do so. You allowed it, a smile growing on your face. Well, this was new.
Alastor’s hand trailed from your waist to your thigh, where he cupped the bottom of it to hook around his hips. You let out a noise of surprise at that and pulled away, narrowing your eyes in playful skepticism when you caught that mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Alastor,” you drag out, a grin with the same behavior as his gaze. “What are you trying to pull?”
Your husband’s eyes flickered to your lips, spawning butterflies in your stomach. “Isn’t it obvious, my dear? I just missed you so much today; I hadn’t seen you in practically 12 hours—”
“13,” you corrected, making him laugh. “13 hours, and I intend to make up for it…” The hand that was on the bottom of your thigh gripped the flesh of it tightly, his nails probably marking soft crescents against your skin, and you shuddered at its grasp.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You don’t have to make up for anything, mon beau. Just your presence is enough—”
Alastor shook his head, making his glasses shift on his face. “Nonsense.” He smiled gently as you fixed them, knowing fully that you couldn’t just remove them without removing his ability to see. “Let me please you…”
This stupid radio host’s voice was so sultry, it sent sparks of heat all the way down. While you were distracted by it, though, Alastor’s hands roamed around your body, softly caressing your skin through the nightgown before gingerly cupping your chest, making you moan quietly.
He seemed to bask in your reaction with how wide his grin stretched. One of his hands went back down to your lower body, kneading the thigh around his hips tenderly. His thumbs were the real devil, however, one of them was brushing against your nipple while the other was so dangerously close to your now aching core.
You shortly laughed at his antics, and shot him a warning glare. Alastor just smiled innocently despite his fingers threatening to do something the exact opposite of that.
Both of his hands began to memorize every curve your body had to offer, and he sighed when your nightgown’s silk tickled his palms. “It should be a sin how you look absolutely ravishing in what you’re wearing right now, chérie…”
You giggled at his words, quirking a brow upwards. “Do you like it, sweetheart?”
“No, I don’t,” he said sternly. “I love it.”
One of his hands lowered itself to your inner thighs, where his thumb drew circles on it. You sucked in a breath at his touch; for someone who constantly says that anything sexual isn’t his cup of tea, he surely knows how to please a woman.
You bit your bottom lip as you felt his middle finger enter you, the slender little serpent. It began to curl upwards, easily hitting your g-spot. You couldn’t hold back the moans that he was getting out of you, and you buried your face in the space between the pillows and his neck.
Alastor chuckled, and you could’ve sworn you heard condescension. “My, my, darling. Falling apart at a single finger already?”
You groaned, the sound muffling from how you were positioned. Your husband set his pace irregularly, constantly switching back and forth between quick and shallow thrusts to slow and hard curls. “I’m not ‘falling apart’,” you huffed. “I’m simply acknowledging the pleasure you’re giving me. Am I not allowed to react?”
Alastor laughed at your words. That’s one thing he loved about you, always so quick-witted to his teasing. He responded by slipping his ring finger inside of you and pumping with such care and calculation, the thought of it alone made you see stars.
“Of course you are.” His voice was so close to your ear, blush spread across your cheeks. “Of course you’re allowed to react to this, ma beau femme.” Alastor cursed under his breath when your warmth squeezed his fingers the more he thrusted them inside you; you were so inviting. “So wet, all for me…”
“Oh, stop it with your words, you tease.” You lifted your head up to look at him, every other word being accompanied by a pant.
“But why would I ever do that?” He tilted his head, making the pillows shift under him. “Why would I neglect you of something that clearly makes you so worked up?”
You tensed at his words before melting at his fingers, the sinful appendages rendering you speechless. Your lips found solace on his collarbone, lazily kissing and biting across it.
Alastor hissed at the contact of your teeth to his skin, and increased the rhythm his fingers had on you, his palm hitting your now swollen clit with every thrust.
Your hips stuttered at his pace, your breath coming out in hot and heavy breaths. You shut your eyes and rested your forehead on your husband’s neck; you could practically hear his pulse thumping against it.
“There you are…” He whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead. Every single movement of his was so intimate, so romantic. Well to be fair, Alastor was never one to be rough with you. He would rather pamper and spoil you than anything else.
You turned into jelly as he connected your lips together, shockwaves spreading all across your body when he added more intention to pressing his palm against your clit. You whined into his mouth at the sudden intensity, hips having a mind of their own as they grinded onto his hand.
“Someone’s needy.” He commented, surprise fake in his voice. The pads of his middle and ring finger pressed against the spongy part of your walls at the same time he thrusted his palm, causing you to practically wail. Your lips quivered at the amount of noises being pulled out of you, and Alastor seemed to relish in each and every one.
You mewled his name, his skilled fingers making them come out as hushed whispers. Normally, you would’ve been embarrassed about the fact that you were crumbling by just two fingers that you’ve had inside you on various occasions, but your mind was too hazy to think about your pride. Plus, this night felt different, and you weren’t not going to cave into such a pleasure.
Slowly, you felt pressure build up in your core, and you gasped at the feeling; bliss was consuming you more quickly than normal. Your eyes darted to meet Alastor’s half lidded ones, catching the sadistic grin on his face afterwards. You pouted your lips as you groaned, taking a deep breath. The cool air of late November filled your lungs tastefully, and you shivered at its lack of warmth.
Alastor’s grip on you was sufficient enough to heat your entire body up, though. Your hand found its way to rest on his chest, where it focused on the way he was panting alongside you.
Your pleasure was his.
“Won’t you cum for me, darling?” He asked hoarsely, his smile evident in his voice. His other hand trailed up to your breast, which he kneaded and fondled with.
You let out a sharp gasp before nodding vigorously against his clavicle, your breaths mere hiccups as you grinded your hips erratically. “I-I will, Alastor; I will…”
Your husband’s lips curled upwards, his eyes gazing at you longingly. “That’s my girl, so compliant.” Your walls convulsed around his digits, and he groaned at the feeling, wondering just how tight you’d be if he’d entered you instead.
The double stimulation was too much for you to handle, even if you’ve done similar things to yourself before. But with his slender fingers sliding in and out of you with such ease, abusing your sweet spot endlessly, it felt nothing like yours.
Shit, just the idea of him being the one pleasing you was able to send you right off the edge. With a cry of his name, you came undone, legs spasming as he did not slow down.
The yapper he is, he began to babble praises and sweet nothings in your ear, taking deep breaths to match with you. Alastor knew how coated his hand was with your juices, and the thought alone made his pants tighten painfully.
But fuck, the pain felt so good.
“That’s it, that’s it. You’re doing so well,” he cooed, planting another kiss on your forehead. That only made your hair stick to it even further, but you couldn’t give a rat’s ass about it now. All you could think about was his fingers in you.
Alastor grinned as he watched your whole body stir from your climax, your breathing finally slowing down. He watched your eyes struggle to open and look him in the eye and reward him with that flushed out, slightly pathetic expression that he loved seeing on you.
You were divine in his eyes. He knew his fate, his place underneath the soil of the earth, and he constantly wondered what angel brought you down from Heaven as his personal gift. Maybe they were trying to convince him, trying to sway his judgment to a better one. More moral.
But Alastor accepted the fact that there was no redeeming him. Even with that, though, that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the apple that God gave him. What’s wrong with a little indulgence?
He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the bed shift, and he looked at you in alarm. “(Name)?-”
“Shh.” You shushed, climbing on top of him. Alastor gave every drop of his attention to what you were doing. He grunted softly when your hips landed on his while you twitched at the accidental overstimulation. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
He just chuckled softly, his smile growing on his face. Alastor never ceased to amaze you with his perfect grin. “You already do, chérie.”
You tutted, shaking your head, despite knowing that he probably meant it. “Non, you’ve given me something, let me give you something in return.” You leaned forward until your chests were almost touching, arms folded underneath you to steady yourself.
You ignored the faint discomfort of your bare cunt against his clothed erection, and instead focused on his soft groans as you grinded yourself on him. Your eyes followed your husband’s fingers as they trailed to his mouth, where he sucked all of the remaining juices from a couple minutes prior.
Alastor sighed deeply at the taste, almost fully shutting his eyes to savor the flavor.
And good God, was that a sight to behold.
To see your husband, someone who people have praised for his poise, with two digits in his mouth, sucking and pumping them like there was no tomorrow, not letting your flavor leave his lips made you swell up with pride. You made Alastor a starved man eating his last meal before his death, and he made sure to eat until he could no longer taste you on his fingers.
You could only gaze at him through warm eyes, your hips never stopping its movement against his. Alastor removed his fingers from his mouth with a pop before lazily grinning at you. “You taste absolutely heavenly, my dear.” His other hand snaked up to your nape and pulled your closer, noses touching.
He let out a shaky breath before chuckling, his eyes tightly shut. “And you make me such a dirty, feral animal.”
“And I intend to tame you.” You whispered in his ear before placing a kiss directly below it, so close to his pulse. The perfume he put on hours ago filled your mind, and it urged you to kiss him more. Make him feel ecstasy.
He groaned at your kisses, his hands instinctively gripping your hips. As you peckered your lips on his neck, you couldn’t help but grin. “You deserve to rest, darling,” you muttered against his skin, barely sinking your teeth in.
Alastor let out a tight laugh, his chest rising as he inhaled afterward. But before he could respond to you, you lifted yourself to sit upright, your hands fumbling with his belt on purpose. “You worked so hard today, didn’t you, Al?” You removed his belt in one swift motion, your hand immediately palming his aching hard on. “Oh, you poor thing; so neglected…”
Your husband had more than enough self control; you knew that. He could probably pleasure you for hours without thinking a single thought about his own. But all of that came crumbling down when you teased him through his clothes.
Alastor’s hips bucked against your palm, and he cursed under his breath as he shut his eyes. A strained smile formed on his lips, his brow twitching in difficult restraint. “My dear, don’t patronize me.”
“I’m not!” You laughed out, your thumb tracing the outline of his pants’ crotch. Your eyes followed your soft trails of fire you were leaving on Alastor, the smile on your face still present. “I’m simply stating the fact that you did so good today.”
“(Name)-“
“Fuck, you should be rewarded, right?” You breathed out, unbuttoning his pants. “You should just stay back; relax.” Your eyes flickered to lock with his. “Let me do all the work this time. Trust me?”
Alastor didn’t fight the urge to roll his eyes; he knew that whenever you asked him that two-worded question, you were planning something. “What would happen if I’d say no?”
You snorted at that before unzipping his pants, your pointer finger’s knuckle grazing against his clothed erection.
He shuddered beneath you, the back of his hand on his mouth as he glanced at you through his bottom lashes. Alastor watched intently as you finally freed him, your thumb circling his leaking tip.
You could see the way he was throbbing, inviting you to sink down on him, and it had made you as wet as your previous orgasm. Your eyes scanned and learnt every vein meticulously until you couldn’t take it anymore. You aligned your hips with his, and glanced at him to see his reaction.
Just as you predicted, Alastor’s eyes were locked onto where your bare bodies touched, his breathing almost coming to a standstill. You saw the way the lean muscles of his stomach convulsed as you finally sat down on him, the one hand on your hip squeezing into the flesh of it. The pain made you moan as you tried to bottom him out in one go, but the both of you knew that could never really happen.
“Dear, slow down.” Alastor whispered, noticing how you rolled your hips with him midway inside of you to ease him in. You bit your bottom lip, adrenaline coursing through the blood in it. “I can do this.”
“I know you can, love—”
“I can—” You found a spot that comfortably slid him in you and took advantage of it. In just a snap, your pelvis touched his, and you sucked in a breath before moaning, your hands splayed on his chest.
Alastor bit the back of his hand as he let out a low, dragged out groan. He closed his eyes at the feeling of being inside something, someone so warm. It doesn’t matter if you two would be making love 10 or 20 years after your marriage; he will never get used to this.
God, he wishes he never will.
You panted with your tongue fat in your mouth, your lips twitching with eagerness. At a pace you could carefully adjust to, you rocked your hips against his, soliciting small whines from yourself, and breathless moans from him.
“You’re so tired, aren’t you, amor?” The words rolled off of your tongue effortlessly, in the same fashion as your lower body. “You just wanna relax…”
Alastor just scoffed at your words, removing his hand from his mouth to cup your hip with both hands. You were so beautiful; he could just stare at you for hours, listen to your voice for eternity.
You lifted your hips and sat back down once, something Alastor did not expect. He let out a loud moan, his upper body tensing at the unexpected but welcome feeling. “Oh, poor baby.” You pouted, having a field trip teasing your husband like this.
He gritted his teeth; so this is why you asked him if he trusted you. “(Name), you’re more of a tease than I am.” He remarked, his voice taut. Alastor couldn’t help himself when he thrusted into you after just a second or two; frankly, it surprised him just as much as it did you.
“Well, look who’s the needy one now.” You smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye as you leaned closer to his lips. He had expected you to kiss him, or press your nose against his, but you had just lingered there, smiling and taunting.
“You must’ve been so stressed at work.” Ugh, he heard it. He heard the pity (near mockery) laced delicately in each word. It usually would’ve pissed him off (though he wouldn’t show it), but now it strangely aroused him even more.
Alastor decided to indulge in your little rambling.
“So tired, love.” He breathed out, watching in amazement as you finally started to ride him. “I guess—oh, you feel so good—I guess I do need to let off some steam…”
Your eyes gleamed when he agreed with your little taunting statements. You finally connected your lips together, and he immediately accepted your kiss.
And fuck, was it intimate. It was sensual, desperation heard in every slick, wet noise made from either the kiss or your very handsome ride.
Alastor gripped your hips so tightly to the point you were surprised it didn’t draw blood, and sat up, guiding you along with his body. “I need someone gorgeous,” he thrusted, timing it with your bounces. “Intelligent,” he pushed his hips deeper into you, and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull at his desire for you. “Sexy,” at that, you laughed, earning a small chuckle from your husband. His hands traveled lower to cup your ass, and he squeezed, your flesh spilling in between the gaps of his fingers. “To help me relax.”
“I’ll give you what you want, mon amour.” You whispered, resting your head against his warm neck. “I’ll give you anything.”
At that, Alastor groaned, a low, needy sound that sent viscous trails of pleasure down to your core. “Would you really give me anything, ma belle?”
You began to quicken your pace, despite your legs screaming at you to stop and slow down. You nodded, breathlessly laughing as your lungs tried to catch up with you and your husband’s escapade. “You know I would, Al.”
You could’ve sworn you heard him whine in your ear softly at your declaration of love, his hands going back to your hips to guide you to an even quicker pace. You practically sobbed at your spouse’s desired speed, and you clung onto him for dear life.
“Let’s try for a child, darling.” He pleaded, his breath hot on your neck. “It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?”
Your stomach flipped at his words; did he really mean it?
“I do. Fuck, (Name), I really do.” Alastor’s hips had a mind of their own as they pounded into you, his nails digging into your skin as he tried to control the tempo your body had. You hadn’t even realized that you said your thoughts out loud, but you were so glad you did.
To say you were surprised would be an understatement. Whenever you’d feel yourself growing needy for your husband, you didn’t immediately go to him to satiate it; you knew how he felt about topics like that. Your walls were molded in the shape of your fingers, not his, and before, you were totally fine with that. But with every time he indulges in your urges, you couldn’t help but want to beg for more from him.
You don’t, though; you have at least some self-restraint.
“(Name),” Alastor’s voice snapped you out of your hazed out trance. “(Name), I’m close—”
“Don’t stop.” You whispered, harsh yet yearning, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for some sort of stability. “For the love of everything that is holy, Alastor, do not stop.”
Your husband laughed at the irony of it all, but obliged your demand. “Whatever makes my wife happy.”
His rhythm was almost bruising, but damnit did it feel absolutely bewildering. Alastor knew you like the back of his hand, from your desired speed to your certain turn-ons.
One of his hands moved upwards to your nape, carefully and slowly, as he drank up your fucked out expression, lips curled in bliss as you could barely keep your eyes open. He reeled you in for a kiss from his grip on the back of your neck, his brows twitching as he felt himself do the same thing inside of you.
It didn’t matter how many times Alastor would tell you that you made him such a degenerate, suddenly needing your touch 24/7; it will never be enough. You would never know just how much he meant it.
He loved how needy you would get because of his voice or his gaze alone. He loved how he would catch you staring at him from across the room as if you were a lovesick fool, a teenager experiencing their first crush. And he most especially loved just how dumb you’d always be on his cock.
When you unintentionally began to grind with him still buried inside you, he unraveled before you, moans and soft sighs traveling from his mouth to yours as he painted your walls white. Alastor’s glasses fogged up the more deep breaths he took, but at that point, he didn’t care.
A small smile graced his lips when you so harshly fucked his cum deeper into you, your own whines vibrating in his mouth. It was clear that you wanted this as much as he did.
Finally, his hips stilled inside you, and with a wet pop, Alastor parted from the kiss, his chest heaving alongside yours. He grinned as you, with shaky hands, removed his glasses from his face, and placed it on yourself. You squinted your eyes at how terrible you forgot his eyesight to be, and as a remedy, you moved it lower down your nose bridge.
“You’re so gorgeous, (Name).” He whispered, his hands massaging the possible bruises he’d inflicted on your hips. You scoffed at his words, your fingers mindlessly tracing his collarbone. “You’re just saying that.”
“But why would I feel the need to lie if it isn’t even necessary?” He kissed your neck gently, and you giggled when it tickled. “I don’t need my glasses to see your beauty.”
“Oh, you,” you tilted your head to rest against his. “Always knowing what to say.”
You two stayed like that, breathing patterns matching with each other relatively quickly. It wasn’t long until you realized just how early in the morning it was, and you knit your brows together. “What time is it?”
“If I were to guess, it’s probably a quarter past 3.” Your husband replied, his eyes narrowing with his difficulty to see.
“Alastor!” You exclaimed, a shot of adrenaline coursing through your blood flow. “We have an event to go to tomorrow!”
“Oh, no!” He feigned surprise, gasping dramatically. “What ever will we do?” When you rolled your eyes at him with a faint smile, he chuckled. “I’ll draw us a bath.”
“Alastor, it’s 3 in the morning—”
“And we shouldn’t sleep dirty. I still haven’t freshened up, per your request.” He reminded you, making you take a deep breath. “Alright, then,” you conceded, yawning as he shifted himself to sit down at the edge of the bed, his hands gripping your bottom. He still didn’t want to leave your warmth.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he stood up. “You know you can pull out now, right?”
“I know.” He beamed, kissing your cheek. “I just don’t want to.”