Could I Request Aventurine And His S/o Using (hidden) Toys On Each Other While At Work? But The Moment

Could I request Aventurine and his s/o using (hidden) toys on each other while at work? But the moment they get home, their clothes are on the floor and their having intense yet sweet love-making in the bedroom.

Fuck yes, this got me foaming at the mouth!

Pairing: Aventurine x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, using sex toys, horny and desperate, rough sex, teasing, edging, hallway sex, floor sex

A/N: Fancy blonde man who might be a little crazy is just my type actually.

Aventurine was on edge all day, all because of the little bet that he made with you

What as that bet? Who could make it through the whole day without coming while being stimulated by a toy

Both of you could control each other's toy, which meant that you'd use this to your advantage, making your smug boyfriend a groaning mess while he makes his deals and collects his winnings

In response the small, quiet dildo would pump in and out of your pussy from where it was secured to your thigh

Making you clench your legs for the relief you knew wouldn't come

Egging each other on every time you passed by each other you knew you would have no mercy for the other when the work day was finally over

You were right, the moment you stepped foot inside Aventurine's apartment he turned the dildo on at the highest intensity and speed, adding the vibrating function to it too

As you fell to your knees, wetness pooling between your legs he unbuckled his belt and pushed his hard cock into your mouth, finally free of the vibrating cockring

The only ring he wants around his cock is the ring your lips make when you suck him off

You can complain all you want, about how unfair he's being

It won't get you anywhere with a man like Aventurine, he has quite the sadistic streak to him

Not a monster though, as soon as tears start to run down your face from frustration, as your body shakes on the floor, your pussy sensitive and abused from the toy's brutal pace he makes it stop

Crying looks good on you, really good, it almost makes he come right then and there

He quickly removes the toy from you and replaces if by his cock

Aventurine's cock might be hard too but it feels much more comfortable to you

You almost came from a toy, that shouldn't happen, don't you know that you're only allowed to finish on his cock and nothing else, or could you use a reminder

Daring to be so close to an orgasm from a mere toy, while his cock is right there is as close to an insult as you can get

But he won't punish you tonight, he's too far gone to think about punishments now

All you need, what you both need, is a really good fuck

Who cares of it's on the cold, hard floor, neither of you can bother to make it much farther until you've made each other come at least once

For the first time today you can both let out your voices, let your pleasure be heard by the other

adding to the vox love! how about some bondage action with his wires? hmmm?

A/n: i sm sorry if this sucks

You weren't quite sure how you ended up in this situation, wires bound your wrists and ankles. Vox hovering over you with a smirk on his face.

"Look how beautiful you look right now baby, his large hand caressed your hips for a moment though it slowly started to rise as he cupped your breast rubbing your nipple.

"Fuckin hate that you asked to be bound though, I love your legs wrapped around me."

His eyes danced with desire as he watched you squirm beneath him. His lips curled into a devilish smirk as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

"Fucking tease you are."he purred, his voice dripping arousal"Now, my good girl," he whispered huskily, his lips grazing against the sensitive skin of your neck. "You're all mine. Completely at my mercy." His fingers trailed down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Part of me want's to broadcast this, those little sounds you make." Shaking his head, Vox shrugged off his. "But you're mine...this body, these tits and ass, they're all mine and know one else's."

Letting his hands leave your breasts, he then let them explore, mapping every inch of your body with precision and purpose. He delighted in the way your body writhed beneath his touch as your breath quickened with each teasing caress. His lips descended upon yours, claiming them with a hunger that matched his own. His tongue danced with yours, exploring the recesses of your mouth with an intoxicating mix of dominance and tenderness.

As his lips then left yours, he peppered a he let his tongue glide down your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roamed freely, teasing and tormenting every inch of your exposed body.

A thought in the back of his mind, that he should just film him fucking you. That it would be just for him and you alone.

He loved it, every moment of this, he reveled in the sounds of your moans and gasps, relishing in the way you surrendered to his touch.

"You like being tied up, don't you, baby?" Vox growled, his voice like velvet and gravel."You love being at my mercy, so completely helpless."

His fingers then trailed lower, as they ghosted over your most sensitive areas, teasing but never quite giving you the release you craved. "Tell me, fucking tell me, how badly do you want me to fuck you? How badly do you want my cock deep inside your pussy, pounding you into oblivion?"

Vox's words were laced with a mix of possessiveness and desire, his voice low and rough with need. He knew just how to push your buttons, how to make you squirm and beg for more. And he intended to do just that, pushing you to the brink of pleasure before finally granting you the release you so desperately craved.

You let out a whine, arching your back off the bed. Tugging at the restraints, your eyes darkened with lust as you looked up at him with need.

"Please...please.I need you...I need your cock."

Vox's lips curled into a wicked smile as he watched you writhe beneath him, your plea only fueling his desire. He relished in the power he had over you, the control he held in this moment. His fingers trailed teasingly along your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your dripping core.

"Fuck,"he groaned out"You want my cock, don't you? You're craving to feel me deep inside you." His fingers brushed lightly against your slick folds, earning a gasp of pleasure from your lips. "But remember, my good girl, I'm in charge here. You'll get what you want, but only when I say so."

With deliberate slowness, Vox unzipped his pants freeing his hardened shaft, watching you he then positioned himself between your legs, his cock throbbing with need. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke in a low, husky voice.

"Tell me, baby," he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and desire. "Tell me how badly you want me. Beg for it. Beg for my cock." His fingers continued to tease your entrance, circling and stroking, but never giving you the fullness you craved.

You whimpered, your body arching towards him, desperate for release. "Please...please, Vox," you breathed, your voice filled with need. "I need you inside me. I need your cock to fill me up, to make me yours."

The words hung in the air, charged with raw desire. Vox's eyes darkened with lust as he finally gave in to both of your desires. He positioned himself at your entrance, his tip teasing your slick folds before he slowly, torturously, pushed himself inside you.

The sensation was electric, your bodies joining in a dance of pleasure and passion. Vox's thrusts were hard and deep, each one driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His grip on your hips tightened, his pace quickening as he claimed you as his own.

"You're mine, Princess," he groaned, his voice laced with possessiveness. "No one else can have you like this. Only me. Only my cock can satisfy you." His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, as he chased his own release.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin. The tension built, spiraling higher and higher until it finally shattered, sending waves of pleasure crashing over both of you.

A deep groan escaped his lips as he released deep into your pussy clutching your hips tightly. Slowly pulling his cock from your warmth, untying the restraints you then curled into his chest.

As you lay there, breathless and spent, Vox then pressed a tender kiss against your forehead. "Mine...you're all mine....I finally have someone that is mine."

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TAKE IT OR LEAVE HIM ᡣ𐭩

pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & reader

synopsis: Ghost forgets your birthday

tags: slight slight angst

Hectic doesn’t begin to describe Ghost’s schedule, yet you accepted him with open arms. He needs to cut your dinner short because he’s needed back at the base? You nod with a smile full of understanding. He forgets a few chores and groceries because he’s piled up with tasks? You kiss his forehead and tell him it’s fine, and you just work around it and rush during your office breaks to do those tasks on your own. You’re exhausted from being held back at the office because the client changed their mind during the finalization, but you come home to a pile of dirty dishes and no dinner? You say you understand, washing up and going to bed while feeling your stomach grumble and waking up to wash the previous night’s dishes just to lessen Ghost’s worries.

You had no problem bending backwards just to accommodate him. You entered the relationship knowing about his schedule, so… were you really in any position to complain? 

A few insignificant tasks and miniscule adjustments to your schedule were nothing; never once uttered a complaint because you understood. Why? Because Ghost always finds a way to make it up to you. Sending bouquets when you close a big deal, treating you to a fancy restaurant during your birthday (though he’s mostly never there to celebrate until the end), and gifting you branded things during your anniversaries… so, it was all okay….. ?

Yes, it’s fine if he never shows up for your dinner date because of work. 

Yes, it’s fine that you spend most nights alone. 

Yes, you can clean the house, shop for groceries, do the laundry, and cook for the both of you. 

It was all okay. You were okay with it. You accepted it. You understood. You can do it. You’re fine. It’s all worth it. It’s not worth any trouble. It’s fine—

You snap back and all thoughts stop rushing into your head. Your phone blares an alarm with the words, ‘DATE NIGHT’, flashing on the screen. Right, it’s your birthday and Ghost promised he’d finally make it this time. So, you wore the prettiest dress, applied the most gorgeous (and time-consuming) makeup, and put on the cutest heels (your feet are getting blisters) because you wanted to spend this night with the man you love most on your Earth… who wasn’t by your side right now, but it’s fine. 

The waiter approaches the table, asking you for what seems to be the 6th time that night if your company is coming because they’re about to close. Giving up, you offer an apologetic smile and gather your things. The walk out the restaurant was embarrassing to say the least. Harsh winter air greets your face, your legs and arms trembling as you try to seek warmth from the take-out bag. You didn’t bring a jacket because, well, you thought Ghost would be there with you, but it’s fine.

The apartment door clicks open and a dark hallway awaits you. ‘Ah, he’s not here yet,’ you think to yourself, a pang of disappointment piercing your heart that raised its hope for one night. With a wince and a pained gasp, your heels come undone. Muted footsteps along the wooden floorboards as you strip out your clothes and wash up. You resign the night with your lover nowhere to be found— once again, but it’s fine. 

Morning dawn cracks through your curtains with a familiar arm around your waist and familiar dip on the mattress. You blink your sleepiness away, taking in every detail of your Simon’s face in the morning. Like he has a third sense, he wakes and stares back at you. First smiles of the day are shared between you two but you expected more. Nothing too grand. Maybe an apology and a greeting? Yet the day goes by with receiving neither, but it’s fine. Maybe the next day’s the charm? 

Nothing.

Irritation towards your lover is a rare occurrence with your endless patience and never-ending understanding of his situation. You still held hopes that maybe he’d finally realize his slip-up, but what did you come home to? Dirty dishes. A pile of them. 

“Ah, sweetheart. You’re home,” he kisses your cheek and presses your waist close to him like usual. The scent of whiskey and cigar lingers on his clothes— a scent you usually adore but now only fuels your anger. “Si, what’s this?” you ask, trying to keep your frustration at bay as you point to the sink. “What? Oh, noticed ‘ya didn’t make dinner so I ate what’s ever left,” he answers cooly like there’s nothing wrong.

“... do you mean you ate my lunch for tomorrow?” 

“That yours? Sorry, baby. ‘Ya can jus’ make another one, and one for me.”

You pull away, slapping his face with tears rushing down your face. Ghost looks at you with shock and confusion which angers you further. How can he not realize why you’re mad?

“Woah, woah. What’s wrong, doll?”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT. Oh, my fucking God, Simon. You’re really asking me that?” you run your fingers through your hair, screaming at his face and throwing your purse at him. “What’s wrong?? You tell me! I slave away at this goddamn house. I go to bed with my bones feeling like weights because I keep cleaning after your mess, but it’s fine! Because you were busy, I understood.”

Tension builds in the air as everything you’ve held back poured out of you. “I never complained because I told you I was fine with your schedule when we first started dating. I fucking bend my body backwards and did everything for you LIKE A MAID. And you have the audacity to ask me what’s wrong? You don’t even ask me how my day went. Asking me to cook for you like I’m just a housekeeper? YOU DON’T EVEN DO ANYTHING FOR ME.” You stomp over to his face, glaring with hatred as you spat out your next words. “Just a fucking reminder that I am your girlfriend. I am not here to clean up after you.”

“Did I ask you to?” he snaps back, returning the same vile stare. “You’re whining about working around the house like I asked you to. Let’s be clear that I never forced you to do these shits around the house.”

“You didn’t have to! You just kept piling up dishes and clothes, leaving a messy trail behind you because you know you expect me to do it for you!”

“And did those come for free? I buy you everything you want on anniversaries and birthdays. You act as if you come for cheap,” he scoffs.

"WELL, GUESS WHAT? YOU FUCKING FORGOT IT THIS YEAR,” you finally confess through sobs. Realization dawns upon your lover, evident on the way his face drops. He tries to approach you but you step back.

“I waited for you like a fool because you promised. I-.. I.. had to tell the waiter 5 times that you were coming because they were on the verge of throwing me out. Did you know how embarrassing it was for me? I… I know I shouldn’t have kept my hopes up but I wanted to believe in you, but.. I’m tired.”

Silence blankets you both as every emotion rushes through your heart. Your throat felt raw and your head was getting heavy from all the crying.

“I’m done, Ghost. I’m tired," you whisper. Those words were simple but Ghost knew what lies underneath. You weren't tired of what you did for him. You were tired of him.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱: woah, angst again? Anyone surprised? This request has been sitting on my inbox for a while but I have enough free time to answer them, so here we are. I will make a König version if this gets attention. 📩

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