Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems Kyle Gaz Garrick

Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems ᡣ𐭩 Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kinktober Day X: Aphrodisiacs

summary: you and kyle try special chocolate tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, slapping, praise, degradation, p in v, fingering, rough sex wc: 2k

a/n: for the sake of time i had to cut it short but i may come back to change it up

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“Are you sure you wanna take these?” you asked, flipping the packaging over to the other side. Your eyes flickered over the ingredients.

“She said they were pretty potent.” You said, looking back up at your boyfriend sitting across from you. His infectious smile causes one of your own to bud on your lips. Heat rose to your cheeks as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“I’m sure,” he answered, shifting closer to you as he slipped the box from your hands. He reached inside, the plastic wrapping crinkling as he took them out. He pinched the seal on both sides, pulling it apart before turning it upside down. Two dark chocolate squares rested against his palm, connected by a thin line of chocolate.

You intently watched as he snapped them apart before placing one of them in your hand. You stared down at the chunk of candy, assessing it silently before looking back at him. He met your gaze, his eyes glancing from your palm to your face, seemingly waiting for your instruction.

“Should we try and see how long we can stay away from each other?” You inquired, grinning as you watched his reaction fall upon his face. “No?” You giggled as his brows pulled together as he prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue, clearly considering your proposal. His usual soft brown gaze turned hard as he pierced you underneath his stare.

“Fine. But you won't last.” Kyle sniffed, raising the candy to his lips while waiting for you to do the same.

“What makes you say that?” You scoffed softly, the corners of your lips curling in a hint of amusement as you deliberately refrained from mirroring his movements. You sat still, waiting for him to respond, and playfully narrowed your eyes slightly in his direction.

“Because I have specific training–”

“So this is what you boys get up to for training?” You interrupted, subtly gesturing towards the chocolate in his hand.

“Maybe,” He smirked mischievously, his lips curling up at the corners as he shot you a playful wink. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he chuckled at your disapproving scowl.

“I’m just playin’ with ya’, love.” His touch was gentle as he patted your leg, and you could feel the warmth of his fingers as he dragged them up and down your skin.

“But I do have better self-control.” he pulled away, taking a generous bite of the dark brown square.

“We’ll see.” You held the piece of chocolate to your lips, savoring its rich aroma before taking a small bite. The firm, glossy shell yielded to the pressure of your teeth, releasing a burst of bittersweet flavor as it broke into delectable fragments.

It only took about half an hour for you to start feeling the effects: a warm ache sprouted between your legs, causing your thighs to press together to alleviate the discomfort. The warmth quickly spread throughout your body until you almost considered tearing off your clothes.

Knowing Kyle was sitting pretty right next to you burned even hotter. You contemplated forfeiting the challenge and having your way with him if only it weren't for your pride.

Kyle seemed to notice your subtle squirming in the dimly lit room. His brows furrowed in curiosity as he observed you, the faint sounds of your struggle music to his ears. He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. The corner of his mouth twitched in a suppressed smile as he tried to gauge your reaction.

"Everything alright?" he asked coyly, his British accent a smooth melody in the silence. He set the glass down, leaning forward slightly to brush a stray lock of hair from your cheek. The warmth radiating off him only intensified the sensations coursing through you. "You look...flushed." He teased as eyes danced between yours, trying to read your reaction.

You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, and your pulse quickened in response. The game had begun, and you were ready to see how far you'd both go before surrendering.

“I’m fine,” you gently pushed his hand away, unable to bear the intensity of his touch. Feeling as though you might combust on the spot from the overwhelming rush of emotions, “you?”

Kyle chuckled low in his throat, his eyes glinting knowingly. He could tell you were affected, and that knowledge raced a thrill through you. He leaned backwards against the headboard, taking another slow, deliberate drink of his beverage while keeping you in his sight.

"Never better," he responded, his voice dropping a notch lower than usual, husky with unspoken desire. The sound of his voice had your thighs clamping shut and your teeth catching the skin of your lips. You knew he was watching, but you didn't care; you were so close to simply shoving your hands down your pants to touch yourself.

That’s not a bad idea. You thought to yourself, quickly sitting up to pull off your clothes until you were nude as the day you were born.

“Giving up already?” came his smug voice from behind you. You refused to dignify him with a response as you slipped your panties down your legs before settling back into bed, purposefully refusing to hide your naked body from his hungry gaze.

“I was just feeling a little hot,” you said after a moment, reaching your hands upwards to wrap around your breasts, tweaking your sensitive nipples as he watched.

“Fuck,” you whispered, arching your chest into your hands, kicking off the comforter still covering your legs. You smile in self-satisfaction once you hear Kyle let out a slow breath, trying to collect himself as he watches. You knew he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, no matter how much he tried.

You trailed your hands lower, scraping your nails against your skin until your fingers swiped over your wet folds, pressing the pads of your fingers against your pulsing clit, hips immediately bucking in response. You reached behind you, curling your fist into your pillow as you arched your back, whining as your movements picked up.

“Kyle,” you moaned, exposing your neck as you shifted your head to the side.

You shivered as he groaned your name, your pussy clenching in response. “You’re not playing fair,” he whined, followed by the rustle of fabric as he removed his clothes. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to resist his temptation.

“I didn't know there were other rules,” you huffed in amusement. The bed creaked, dipping low as Kyle settled his weight back onto it. He pushed closer before he leaned over you, his hand replacing yours.

“Let me,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. He brushed your hair aside and pressed a tender kiss to the sensitive spot below it as he began to work his fingers skillfully between your folds, drawing more wanton moans from your lips.

“Just like that, love?” he whispered as his thumb circled your clit as his fingers sank into your wet heat. You nodded, letting out another whine as you arched into his touch, chasing the unbridled pleasure igniting scorching flames underneath your skin.

Gaz’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as your body writhed beneath his touch. He increased the pace and pressure, determined to bring you to the brink. As he continued to tease your clit, Kyle leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers and moans. He felt your body tense, your muscles tightening around his fingers, and knew you were close. He thrust two fingers inside you, curling them upward to hit your G-spot, and you broke apart in his arms, your orgasm rolling over you like a wave. When your tremors subsided, he broke the kiss and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from damp skin.

You let out a startled yelp as Kyle flipped you over onto your stomach, reaching in front of you to grab a pillow before stuffing it underneath your hips.

“Fuck, I can't wait any longer,” he groaned, jerking his cock with one hand while he squeezed your ass, spreading it halfway as he pressed the tip of his cock to your leaky entrance and, without any more delay, pushing inside with a long, drawn-out moan. He immediately set a punishing pace, drilling his cock into your sopping pussy, both hands fully planted on your ass and pulling them apart to watch himself fuck you silly.

There were zero coherent thoughts in your mind; every word or sentence that could’ve formed had vanished entirely. You were a victim to your body’s desires, pressing your face into your pillow as you fucked yourself back on his cock, your muffled moans resounding in your head as he bullied himself in and out of your sensitive pussy.

You felt Kyle’s hand press against the top of your head, fingers curling into your scalp as he held you down. He anchored his foot against the bed, kneeling on one knee as he fucked into you deeper, debauched sounds escaping his mouth, noises you've never once heard him make.

“Oh, fuck yes!” he whimpered, tossing his head back as he panted, his balls tapping your clit with every rough and forceful shove into your wet and warm hole.

You tried to call his name, but there was no use; not only were you fucked incoherent, but there was no way he would be able to hear you as he practically suffocated you into the bed combined with the increasing volume of his voice, calling out your name like it was a prayer.

You were sure if he had tugged your hair back until your face met the ceiling, you would be screaming loud enough to alert the neighbors, and that would not end well for anyone, surely not yours.

Your fingers curled into the sheets below, your teeth latching onto the soft fabric as you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as your orgasm began to build in your low abdomen.

“Fuck m’so close,” he gritted out between his clenched teeth, his nails digging painfully into your cheeks, but it didn't matter. All you could feel was his cock pistoning in and out of your soft walls, his cock punching against your sensitive spot with every harsh beating of his narrow hips against yours.

“Y’gonna take it? Huh?” he chuckled, the sound reverberating into your lungs as he panted deeply behind you, his fingers digging into your curls before tugging you upward. You cried out at the mixture of pain and pleasure, your hand grappling with his as you attempted to climb further up the bed.

“No, no, no, no,” he tsked, tugging you backward, wrapping his bicep around your neck as he pulled you into his chest. “Don't run away,” he growled, his teeth latching onto your ear as he pressed his weight onto you, trapping you against the bed.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take. What. I. Fucking. Give. You.” he punctuated each word with an upward sharp thrust, aiming for your G-spot each time.

You let out a garbled wail, your chest heaving with choked sobs until you reached your precipe with a silent scream, tasting the saltiness of your tears as they slipped into your gaping mouth.

“There you go, baby,” he purred, sucking on the skin of your neck as his pace increased, his hips stuttering as he neared his high. “Give it to me,” he grunted, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as your pussy convulsed around him, ensnaring his cock in a vice-like grip, refusing to let him go.

“Yes yes yes yes! Oh, Shit!” He cried out, wrapping his other arm around your middle, pulling your body even further towards him as he used you like a doll made specifically for him. He let out of final whine, fucking into you as he came, refusing to slow down as he filled you up with his cum.

“Take it. Fucking take it.” Kyle groaned, his hips slowing into a deep and harsh grind, circling his cock inside of you and laughing at your pathetic whimper. He landed a harsh slap on your ass, watching as it ricocheted in response before he pulled himself away to spread your cheeks apart, slowly pulling his softening cock out of you as his cum leaked from your hole.

You both took moments to catch your breaths, chests heaving in sporadic motions as sweat, tears, and combined bodily fluids stuck to your skin. You twisted your head to the side, cringing as you felt your hair was bathed in sweat.

“Does this mean I won?” You teased before letting out a cry when another swift blow landed on your already sore cheek.

“Ow!” You whined, reaching behind you to rub at your stinging skin, shooting Kyle an angry look as he laughed. “Brat.” he snorted before removing your hand and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“Tell your friend to get us some more.”

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Living Legend 𝜗ৎ König

Kinktober Day VIII: Belly Bulge

summary: sugar daddy könig gives you the best fuck of your entire life tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, author tries really hard at accents, p in v, rough fucking, dom!könig, sub!reader, a little toxicity, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, sugardaddy!könig, age gap, old weird man!könig wc: 3k a/n: i know people usually write this guy as submissive but i lowkey think he’d be kinda mean

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As you approached the door, the evening air turned brisk, and a sudden gust of chilly wind tousled your carefully styled hair. You raised your hand and knocked three times, feeling the resistance of the wood beneath your knuckles before stepping back. Standing motionless, you hugged your sweater tightly around your body, trying to shield yourself from the biting cold.

Standing in front of the apartment, you could hear distinct noises from within. Heavy, deliberate footsteps reverberated through the door, accompanied by German cursing muffled behind the barrier separating you and the inside.

The distinct sound of metal locks clicking undone reverberated through the hallway, signaling the impending opening of the door. As the door swung open, it revealed an older man with shaggy auburn locks that fell untamed around his weathered face. His piercing, icy blue eyes seemed to bore into you with a sense of scrutiny and intensity. Thin, tightly pressed lips adorned his face, and a noticeable scar ran up and down from the corner of his mouth, adding an enigmatic aura to his rugged appearance.

“Süße, you are here.” He announced, having to bend forward, hunching his shoulders and ducking his head to seem less intimidating. He shot you a shy smile before ushering you inside.

Upon entering, you were greeted by a spacious yet cozy apartment that exuded an air of minimalistic comfort. The dim lighting accentuated the wooden furniture and the walls adorned with memorabilia from König's military service, each item telling its own story. He guided you towards the plush couch in the living room, his large hands gently grazing your waist. As you settled onto the soft cushions, he moved towards the bar, pouring two glasses of amber liquid from a decanter. The clinking sound of ice cubes echoed through the room as he prepared your drink. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, reminiscent of a well-oiled machine honed by years of experience.

Turning back to face you, he extended one of the glasses, his broad frame casting a long shadow on the floor. "Here, zis vill help us both relax," he said gently, the harshness of his German accent softened by his attempt at tenderness. He sat next to you, close enough to feel his body heat radiating through the air but not too close as to invade your personal space. His gaze lingered on your face for a moment before he took a sip of his drink, studying your features intently.

Breaking the silence, he asked, "How vas your day, Süße?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, yet carried a hint of concern.

That wasn't your name, but you figured it must've been some German pet name, not that you minded. You noticed that, despite his slightly unusual accent, there was something oddly captivating about it, especially when paired with the distinct sharpness of his voice.

You found yourself lost in thought as you peered into the crystal-clear glass, mesmerized by how the ice cubes slowly dissolved into the rich, golden-brown liquid. Raising the glass to your lips, you savored the aroma before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The warmth of the drink spreads through your body, leaving a lingering sensation on your palate. You paused to appreciate the complex flavors dancing on your tongue before gently licking the remnants from the corner of your mouth.

“It wasn't too bad,” you answered after swallowing, peering up into Königs unblinking gaze. “I was looking forward to seeing you,” you smiled, resting your hand on his knee.

You had met König on several occasions but never in the privacy of his home. It seemed that he was somewhat of a traditionalist, always insisting on properly courting you before taking you back to his place, not that you minded, of course. König had always been extremely generous when spoiling you constantly, taking you to fancy restaurants, and spending as much as your little heart desired as you dragged him through shopping malls.

He never once complained; if anything, he enjoyed emptying his wallets for you. He seemed lonely, and you had no problem filling that empty void in his chest.

König smiled warmly as he set his drink aside and swiftly pulled you closer, enveloping you in his large, protective embrace. His hand trailed up your spine, tracing the delicate curve of your back while his thumb absently rubbed small circles on your shoulder. As your head settled on his chest, you listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing. "Ich auch," he said. His breath tickled the crown of your head as he spoke, "Let us enjoy the rest of the evening together, hmm?"

You giggled softly, already aware of where this was going. You leaned back, your hands resting on his pectorals, letting your eyes flicker over his face before resting on his lips. You closed the distance, curling your fists in his shirt as you pressed your lips against his.

Responding to your kiss, König slid one hand behind your head, gently tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You could taste the whiskey on his lips, feel the heat of his body seeping into yours, and hear the quickening of his heartbeat against his chest. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. "Come," he growled, guiding you towards the bedroom.

You were taken aback, letting out a surprised squeak as he firmly grasped your wrist and guided you upwards and onto your feet. Your eyes were drawn to the defined contours of his back, the fabric of his shirt stretching over the taut muscles, emphasizing their strength as he led you forward.

König's stride was confident and purposeful as he led you to his bedroom. You found his assertiveness rather appealing. Despite slight hesitation, you couldn't deny the anticipation building up inside you as you approached his room.

Once inside, König released your hand, allowing you to take in his space, decorated with military memorabilia and personal touches that hinted at the life he had left behind in Germany. You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins, heightened by the passion in his eyes.

In his mind, he was reclaiming some form of control, something he never had during his tumultuous childhood. He wanted to be the one who decided when and how things progressed, especially in moments like these.

He moved towards the bedside table and dimmed the lights, casting long shadows across the room. He turned to face you, his eyes locked onto yours and started unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were calculated, each button released revealing another inch of his hardened physique, etched with years of battle scars and intricate tattoos - silent testimonies of his past. He watched as your gaze trailed over him, savoring your reactions. As the final button popped free, König tossed the shirt aside and reached for you, his calloused hands tracing your arms before he pulled you in for another deep kiss.

As the kiss intensified, König began undressing you, revealing your delicate curves underneath the stylish attire he had bought you. His touch was tender and demanding, a testament to his complex character. He broke away from the kiss momentarily to admire your body, his gaze burning with lust and appreciation.

His icy blues, which usually held a calm, collected gaze, now smoldered with desire. With one hand still firmly gripping your waist, he traced the curve of your jawline with the other, leaning in for another passionate kiss. His scarred face and rugged features seemed intimidating and alluring in the dimly lit room.

He reached out, unbuttoning your blouse deftly, exposing the delicate lace of your bra. His fingers traced its edge before slowly sliding it off your shoulders, allowing the garment to fall away, revealing your breasts.

“Perfekt," he whispered hoarsely, his gaze filled with raw need. He lowered his head, capturing one nipple between his lips, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. He reveled how your breath hitched, your body arching against his touch. His thumb gently rubbed circles around the other nipple, savoring the feel of it hardening under his rough skin. All the while, his free hand roamed down your waist, pulling at your skirt, eager to discover what lay beneath. His mind raced, but he reminded himself to be patient, to savor each moment, as he slowly unzipped it and let it pool at your feet, revealing the matching lace underwear.

As König's tongue danced with yours, his hands roamed lower, deftly curling his fingers into the seam of your panties and pulling it down your hips before you grasped onto his shoulders as you stepped out, letting him further slide it down your legs.

Once you were utterly bare before him, he looked up, meeting your eyes with a smoldering intensity. “Lay down," he commanded softly, guiding you towards the bed. His voice was deep and husky, a clear sign of his arousal. He wanted to taste every inch of you to claim you completely.

You felt excited as his hands roamed over your body, lingering on your skin's smoothness and warmth. He could feel your heartbeat quicken under his fingertips. He gently pushed you backward onto the bed, his own body following suit. His weight pressing into you created a sense of security and dominance.

He kissed along your collarbone, feeling goosebumps rise at his touch. He was lost in the moment, letting the thrill of intimacy momentarily silence his overactive mind. His rough hands tenderly cupped your breasts while his tongue teased your sensitive nipples, eliciting gasps from you. "Ich will dich spüren..." he breathed as he continued his exploration, his mouth traveling further down your torso.

He briefly paused, admiring the sight of you in the dim light, the play of shadows across your skin, the curves that drove him wild before diving between your thighs.

With a fervent hunger, König pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh, trailing gentle kisses upward across the soft expanse of your naked skin. The warmth radiating from him ignited an inferno inside you. As he reached your core, he took a moment to appreciate its beauty, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. He leaned in, capturing your clitoris with his mouth, sucking and teasing it gently. Your cries grew louder as he continued, his tongue swirling around the delicate bud while his fingers slid inside you, stroking your slick walls.

He curled his thick digits, reaching for the specific spongy spot hidden inside your slippery pussy, pulsing around his fingers as you sucked him in, welcoming the pleasure he was bestowing upon you.

“Fuck, König,” you whimpered, tangling your fingers in his thick locks, tugging him closer as you lifted your pussy further towards his greedy mouth.

His mind raced with thoughts of pleasuring you, of giving you a release that would make you forget everything else. He increased the tempo, feeling your body tense underneath him, signaling your impending climax. His hands moved to your hips, holding you firmly in place as he continued his relentless assault.

He reveled in the power he held, the ability to give you such pleasure, even as he craved to claim you fully.

When you finally came apart, your orgasm flooding into his mouth, he felt a surge of satisfaction, a reminder of his ability to connect with someone on this raw, primal level despite the transactional nature of your relationship.

He lapped up your essence, drinking up every drop that spilled into his awaiting mouth. He pulled his fingers from your pussy, stretching them in a scissoring motion and watching with delight as the strings held together before tearing apart. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his arm, staring down at you as he stood up from his knees.

Giving you a moment to catch your breath, he began tugging against his belt, undoing it from its loops as it dangled, its noise signaling what was to come. As he pulled his pants down his legs along with his briefs, your mouth gaped at the monstrous thing between his legs.

The sight of his erection only served to heighten your arousal, and he couldn't wait to be inside you. He reached into his nightstand drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease, rolling it on as he returned his gaze to your flushed face. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded your head slowly as you watched, swallowing at the intimidating sight that hung between his thighs.

He slid up your body, his hands roaming possessively over your curves as he settled his weight over you. His hard length pressed against your thigh, leaving no doubt about his desire. He looked down at you, his expression one of raw hunger. He whispered your name, his eyes hooded with something akin to carnality swimming in the depths of his eyes. "You’re mine tonight."

His pale eyes locked onto yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. With one hand, he guided himself, the tip of his cock pressing against your wetness. He could feel your heat radiating against him, causing his heart to race even faster. At that moment, König felt a rush of vulnerability. He was at the mercy of your response despite his size and strength.

He pushed forward slowly, allowing you to adjust to his girth. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, and he couldn't hold back a low groan at the sensation and the high-pitched gasp that escaped from your lips. As he filled you halfway, he paused, savoring the connection.

“Wait!” you mewled, squirming beneath him as you latched onto his broad shoulders. “What’s wrong, my Schatz?” he panted, his hand resting against your cheek. His brows furrowed deeply as he waited for your response, resisting the urge to push his hips forward and split you on his cock.

“It's just–” you paused momentarily, struggling to catch your breath. “You’re really big,” you confessed, another whimper filling the confined space between you.

You cried as his hips rocked forward, his cock filling you to the brim; you feared he'd push far enough until he was poking out of your throat. He began to move, setting a rhythm that matched the pounding in his chest. When you looked down, you could see the visual outline of his cock pressing upwards, creating a bulge that protruded from your lower stomach.

“You can take it, ja?” he chuckled darkly. Each thrust was deliberate and decisive, a testament to his physical prowess. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride knowing that you desired him, that you craved this intimacy with him. He leaned forward, supporting himself with his elbows on either side of your head. The movement caused the muscles in his arms to flex, drawing your attention to his numerous tattoos. He captured your lips once more, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hips. The sensation was overwhelming, and König felt his control slipping away.

He pulled back slightly, watching as your stomach bulged with each deep penetration, a visual reminder of his dominance. "So tight..." he grunted, his accent heavy with pleasure. He reached between your bodies, pressing down where his cock pulsed beneath your skin. He smirked at your sweet wail, squirming and thrashing beneath him as he fucked harder until his heavy balls were slapping against your ass.

He dipped his fingers lower, finding your clit again, massaging it in time with his thrusts. The combination sent you spiraling toward another orgasm, your walls clenching around him, pulling him even deeper. König couldn't resist the urge to claim your neck, biting down gently as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your cries spurred him on, and he found himself chasing his release, losing himself in the moment's intensity.

He felt your nails digging into his back as you climaxed again, your body shuddering beneath him. He growled, his hips bucking wildly as he approached his release. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling back just enough to expose your neck, your pulse beating rapidly against his lips. He could feel his orgasm building, his muscles tensing with each thrust—the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping together and your moans of pleasure.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through him. As he came, he buried himself inside you, letting out a primal roar that echoed off the walls. The force of his orgasm left him momentarily breathless, and he collapsed against your chest, his weight pinning you to the mattress. He remained there for a few seconds, panting heavily, before rolling off to the side. He sat upwards, removing the condom from his softening cock before tying it and tossing it into the bin.

Once he relaxed into the comfort of his bed, he pulled you close, his arm draped around your waist. He could feel your heart pounding against his chest, your breath hot against his neck. His mind was quiet, free from the constant analysis and evaluation that usually plagued him. He looked down at you, his expression softening.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his eyes lingering on your flushed cheeks. "You're so beautiful," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. He didn't often express himself in such a vulnerable way, but now, he couldn't help it. As he pulled you closer, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your bare skin, he wondered what it would be like to permanently have someone like you by his side. Not just as a lover but as a confidante who understood him. Someone who could see past the scars and the rough exterior of the man beneath. Given his line of work, he knew it was unlikely, but the thought brought a small smile. For now, he would enjoy the present, the warmth of your body pressed against his.

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Rest now, my little one," he whispered, his accent soothing in the quiet room. He pulled the covers over both of you, his arm still wrapped securely around you. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into a peaceful sleep, feeling content in a way he hadn't in a very long time.

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Under The Influence of You 𝜗𝜚 John Price

Kinktober Day XIII: Blowjobs

summary: hubby works too long and too hard he deserves some lovin’ for taking such good care of you tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), praise, fluff, dom!john, sub!reader wc: 1k

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“That’s it, sweet girl…nice and easy,” John purred from above you, one hand pressing behind your head as he eased his cock further down your throat. His blue eyes squinted in pleasure, his lips pressing together as he groaned, tilting his head to the side as he watched you struggle to swallow him.

Your fingers sunk into the clothed skin of his thighs, your mouth stretching wide to accommodate his thick length until your jaw began to ache and tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to slip down your cheeks as you fought to keep them open.

He let out a low, satisfied grunt at your efforts, the sound vibrating through his body and making his muscles tense under your fingers.

Appreciating your dedication despite the apparent discomfort with a slight twinge of concern for your well-being, John tightened his grip on your head, guiding your movements with a gentle but firm rhythm.

"Good job," he praised huskily, moaning your name as he watched your tears fall silently onto his thighs. "Just take your time; I'm not going anywhere." His other hand gently brushed away a stray strand of hair that clung to the side of your face, his thumb lingering to trace the line of your jaw before he returned it to his side, allowing you to focus on pleasuring him without distraction.

"Mmm," he approvingly hummed as you followed his lead, his hips rolling slightly in sync with your bobbing head. The salty taste of him filled your mouth, and the intimate sight of you serving him served to heighten his arousal.

Despite the urgency building in his core, John forced himself to remain patient and controlled, taking shallow breaths to maintain composure. His heart rate sped up, each pulse echoing in his ears as he watched your lips slide up and down his length, reddened by your efforts. He tightened his abs, fighting the instinctual need to thrust deeper and take control, reminding himself to let you set the pace.

"Just like that," he encouraged, his voice strained yet steady. His hand continued its gentle massage of your scalp, his fingers tangling in your hair as you worked diligently on his cock. His breathing grew heavier, matching the tempo of your movements. He leaned back against the wall, allowing himself to fully enjoy the sensation of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him.

His eyes never left your face, watching your expression morph from determination to pleasure and back again. The sounds of your muffled moans filled the room, causing his arousal to spike further.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked gruffly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His grip on your head tightened ever so slightly, urging you to take him deeper. The muscles in his thighs twitched as he fought the urge to buck his hips forward, wanting to savor the sensation of you pleasuring him without overwhelming you. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort of maintaining control.

"You're doing so well," he praised, his voice laced with raw emotion. "Fuck," John muttered, his eyes momentarily closing as he fought against the pleasure building inside him. The wet, warm sensation of your mouth was almost too much to handle, but he couldn't deny how incredible it felt to have you willingly submit to him in this way.

His breath hitched as you took him deeper than before, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each determined stroke. The combination of your saliva and his precum made for an erotic slickness that only heightened the experience. He opened his eyes, meeting your watery gaze, and gave a curt nod of approval.

"That's right," he growled softly, "take it all." He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a familiar warmth spreading throughout his body as he neared climax. His grip on your head became firmer, his fingers massaging your scalp more urgently.

Price's hips started to move in shallow thrusts, guiding your head as you continued to suck him off. He couldn't remember the last time someone had taken such good care of him, which made him feel humbled and empowered. With each stroke, his movements grew more insistent, his breathing becoming ragged.

He called your name, his voice straining with restraint, "I'm getting close." He wanted you to be prepared for his release, to know that you had brought him to the edge and pushed him over.

His entire body tensed, muscles coiled like a spring about to snap, as he tried to hold off just a little longer to draw out the exquisite sensations. But it was no use; the dam broke, and with a final, guttural groan, he came hard in your mouth, filling it with hot, thick ropes of semen. John watched your reaction closely, seeing the slight surprise in your eyes before they fluttered closed, and you swallowed every drop, milking him for all he was worth.

As his orgasm subsided, he released his grip on your head, allowing you to pull back slowly, gasping for air as you did so. He smiled. Once you finished, John Price's chest rapidly rose and fell as he regained his breath, his eyes still locked onto yours. He cupped your cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before pulling you up to stand before him.

He took a deep breath, savoring the aftermath of pleasure that still coursed through his veins. His gaze softened as he looked at you, thumb lingering on your cheek before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. "Thank you," he murmured with genuine gratitude in his voice.

The moment's intensity lingered in the air, and he could see the lingering mix of emotions on your face. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as he held you in a protective embrace.

“Pretty girl,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, his lips stretching into a grin as you turned your head to capture them in yours. “Should I return the favor?”

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All For You ♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kinktober Day VII: A/B/O Dynamics

summary: you go into heat; a strange alpha helps you tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, author loves omegaverse, alpha!ghost, scenting, claiming, low-key stalker!ghost, heats and ruts, slickaliciousness, possessive!ghost, omega!reader, dom!ghost, sub!reader, knotting, p in v, pet names, a bit of degradation, rough sex, praise wc: 2.7k a/n: every day i feel more and more like an omega fighting to survive in this world

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Your skin was on fire. Well, not really, but it may as well have been. It felt like the air was being forcibly expelled from your lungs, carrying all the trapped, icy carbon from your chest. At that moment, it seemed as if the entire world had come to a standstill, with nothing but the erratic thudding of your heartbeat reverberating in your ears. You instinctively pressed your back against a towering tree's rough, textured bark, seeking solace and stability in its solid presence.

As your heart rate accelerates, a combination of fear and desire courses through your veins, sending shivers down your spine. Every last bit of air escapes your lungs as you struggle to breathe. You feel paralyzed, unable to move, but the scent of his presence fills your nose, heightening your senses and intensifying your emotions.

A man, an alpha, had somehow picked up on your scent and began hunting you down. You knew you shouldn’t have left the house but desperately needed your medicine. As you felt the air return to your body, taking in another deep inhale after almost a minute of nothing, you gasped when his scent grew stronger. It was a complex mixture of aromas - petrichor, leather, warmth, spice, smoke, and a hint of bitterness. Yet, hidden within was a soft essence, almost imperceptible unless you truly focused. It reminded you of the fragrance of wet, freshly cut grass or the distinct smell that lingers in the air right before it rains.

You didn't know where you were. You had been running before the sun had fully set, stretching its expanse of pastels across the world, and now the sky was a blanket of inky darkness. The last remnants of sunlight lingered on the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows across the landscape. The air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth. Only a few specks of stars were visible in the vast, velvety expanse above.

As you paused to catch your breath, a single tear escaped, its warmth cutting through the chill of the night. You knew you couldn't keep running. You knew he'd eventually catch you, one way or another. Alphas were always persistent. Although a part of you enjoyed the thrill of the chase, your omega purring happily as the sound of the Alpha’s footsteps grew nearer, his combat boots crushing the dead leaves and soft grass under its weight.

You had no choice but to surrender now. Exhausted and drained, you realized you had no strength to resist. As you sat down, you brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, burying your face in the safety of your knees. You curled up into a tight ball, feeling the vulnerability of your position, and braced yourself for the inevitable encounter with your hunter.

His heavy footsteps echoed in your ears, each step reverberating in the silence until they came to a sudden halt just before you. A low, menacing growl escaped from deep within his chest, sending shivers down your spine and causing the hairs on your arms to stand on end. As fear gripped you, hot tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to overflow and betray your terror. They streamed down your cheeks, some lingering at the corners of your mouth before trailing down your quivering chin and seeping into your collar fabric, leaving a trail of salty dampness in their wake.

“Please!” You sobbed, but you didn't know what you were begging for: for him to let you go or for him to get on with it, take you now, and press you into the dirt as he had his way with you.

“None of tha’ now,” he said, almost soothingly, as he kneeled, gripping your arms and peeling them away from your body. Despite your struggle, he didn't have to use much force to manhandle you. He lifted your head, gripping your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. You held onto his wrist, your nails sinking into his skin as you tried to pull away, but he didn't budge. He barely even seemed to notice.

His scent overpowered yours, causing the heat inside of your veins to set ablaze, your body yearning for his touch, his voice, his cock, his knot. You needed it. You needed it like you never needed anything else in your life.

“Open yer eyes for me, love,” His words flowed like smooth, aged whiskey, resonating with a deep, smoky richness further intensified by his distinctive Manchester accent.

You let out a low, plaintive whine in response, your body tensing in anticipation of what would come. You were acutely aware there would be no turning back if you opened your eyes. It was a daunting prospect, but deep down, you acknowledged that there was no escaping this situation. He held all the power, and you knew he was determined to have his way with you by any means necessary. Reluctantly, you braced yourself to listen to his demands, hoping that complying might mitigate his intentions. The last thing you wanted was to provoke his anger.

A low, guttural warning growl ripped through the air, sending a chill down your spine and causing you to freeze in terror. His fingers dug deeper into your cheeks, shaking you slightly from side to side as you struggled to keep your wits about you. Hesitantly, you peeled your eyes open, the world around you distorted by the blurriness of your tears. As your vision cleared, you could see his grip relaxing, the tension in his body ebbing as his growl subsided, reassured by your compliance.

“Good girl,” he complimented, his thumb rubbing over your lips before pushing into your mouth and running over your teeth, pressing against your tongue as he slipped it further and further into your mouth until he reached your throat.

“Ya’ gonna bite me?” he asked, the force of his intrusion causing you to gag. The instinct was strong. You wanted to bite him. You wanted to sink your teeth as far as they could go until you ripped his finger clean off.

You shook your head, your chest heaving with another sob. Tears blurred your vision, making it impossible to see anything. In front of you, all you could make out was a blurry, dark mass that you assumed was his chest, with his arm sticking out in front of your face.

“Sweet pet,” came his deep rumble before he slowly removed his finger from your mouth. He tilted your chin, swiping at the wet streaks cascading down your cheeks. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya’,” he promised as his fingers cleaned your eyes.

His words didn't inspire much trust in you; in fact, you didn't trust him at all. However, something about the way he spoke had a calming effect on you. As your sobs slowly subsided, you became aware of the subtle scent he was emitting. It seemed to have a soothing impact on you, almost coercing you into a state of tranquility.

“Jus’ wanna make ya’ feel good,” As your vision cleared, you began to take notice of his appearance. A black balaclava concealed his entire face, only showcasing his deep void of dark eyes, so brown they appeared black. The remainder of his physique was hidden by black tactical gear, the fabric expertly tailored to his form. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, one of which was adorned with a striking array of tattoos. The intricate designs seemed to come alive as they wrapped around his arm, and the faint lines of veins snaked beneath the ink.

“Don’ be scared now,” he eased, his other hand curling around your ankle before yanking you towards him. Before your head could hit the ground, he slipped his other hand behind your head, pulling you into his chest and assaulting you with his powerful scent.

“Are ya’ goin’ to be good for me, pet?” His voice teetered on the edge of another growl, the warning evident in his voice. “I need to hear ya’ say it,” he leaned forward, nosing his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.

“I…” Your voice trembled as it emerged, barely audible and filled with unease. It struggled to carry much sound, reflecting the fear in your eyes again. You were apprehensive of the consequences of not meeting his demands, tears streaming down your cheeks, dreading his potential anger.

His laughter echoed through the room as he reached out to gently run his hand along your back, offering a comforting touch. "It seems like all that runnin’ and cryin’ has finally taken its toll on ya’, ay?” he chuckled darkly, still attempting to calm you down.

“I would say ya’ should've just given in, but,” he shifted to rest on his hindquarters, lowering his face close to yours, his hands resting on both sides of your head.

“Ya’ put up a fun chase,” he finished, his eyes boring into yours. His gaze flickered between your eyes as they narrowed. “But it's over now,”

His voice grew dark, and the smell of his desire burned through you before he began tearing off your clothes one by one until they were scattered all around you. You shivered against the night’s cool air, wrapping your arms around yourself. Despite the cold, your body was still burning aflame, feeling like the heat was rising from the inside.

“I know,” he shushed before flipping you over, his clothed chest pressing against your back as your hands clutched the earth, nails digging into the soil as your hair fell over your face. “I’ll warm ya’ up,” he said, gathering your hair into his fist before pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail.

“Don’ want yer pretty hair gettin’ dirty now, do we?” he rumbled, pressing his other hand against your lower back, arching your spine. You stared down, tears collecting into the dirt, causing splotches of dark brown to sink into the ground.

“Just relax,” he grunted from above you, his hand leaving your back as he undid his belt. The clinking of its metal had your pussy clenching around nothing, desire pooling into your belly as you whined out in frustration.

He hushed you again, tugging down his zipper before fishing out his cock. You could hear the distinct sound of him pumping himself, his heavy grunts growing louder as he pleasured himself. You whimpered, pushing your hips backward, wiggling them for good measure. Just get on with it, please. You wanted to cry out, beg him to fuck you nice and hard like you know he wants. It's what you both want.

“Stay still,” he commanded, tugging at your hair before landing a swift slap to your ass, the sound ringing out throughout the empty forest. You cried out at the painful sting, whimpering as he pressed his cock against your slicked folds. He gripped your hip, tugging you backward until his cock slipped inside, stretching your hole wide to fit him.

“Alpha!” you wailed, clawing at the strands of grass as he filled you to the brim. As all alphas were, you knew he'd be big, but you weren't expecting this. Just when you thought it was in, he kept pushing inch after inch, had your body trembling, your hole clamping down as he breached your entrance, molding your pussy into the shape of his cock.

“You can take it,” was all he said before his hips were pulling back until his tip was the only part left inside. You let out a sigh before it was cut off as he rammed his cock back in, his hips flush against yours. You let out a silent scream as he wasted no time in setting a brutal and unforgiving pace, battering his prick inside of you, balls slapping lewdly against your clit as his hand tugged your hair, lifting your head back and causing your spine to arch even deeper.

“You're mine,” he stated, like he had any ownership or claim over you. Yet you knew by the end of this, he would. His teeth would mark your skin, claiming you as his for the rest of your life.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” he punctuated each word with a brutal thrust of his hips, letting his words sink into your brain that there was no escaping him.

“I've waited for this,” he confessed as the knot at the base of his cock began to inflate, signaling what was to come – literally. “For so long,” he finished, yanking your head back each time it fell forward.

You stared at the night sky concealed by the leafy branches stretching outwards. His words ruminated inside your head, your cries only growing louder and louder as he fucked your smaller body, tits swaying back and forth with each punch of his cock inside you.

He's waited for this?

You didn't even know this guy, but apparently, he knew you. The thought alone sent another shiver down your spine. And yet you couldn't do anything about it.

You yelped as the hand in your hair reached forward, cupping your tit and squeezing softly before he was pulling you backward, lifting you until your back was pressed against his chest, his gear subtly digging into your skin.

With the sudden change of the angle, his cock was rutting deeper inside you hitting places you weren't aware even existed until now. You were practically screaming with how hard he was fucking you. His face nestled into your neck, his teeth swiping over your sensitive flesh as he groaned into your ear.

You let out a sob as you felt his knot catch against your entrance, not quit pushing in, but you knew it was coming. As soon as he spilled inside of you, his knot would push forward, sealing your fate once his teeth closed around your flesh.

You knew he was getting close, and so were you, your orgasm building quickly. With each forceful shove of his tip against the spongy spot inside of you, combined with his heavy hairy balls slapping against your pulsing clit, you weren't going to last much longer.

You squealed as his thick fingers closed around your nipples, pinching the sensitive flesh as saliva pooled in his mouth, dripping onto your shoulder before rolling down your chest.

“Good omega,” he groaned, his thrusts quickening into a lightspeed pace, your slick collecting against his thighs as they slapped against yours. The slippery sounds of your pussy being utterly destroyed by the alpha’s thick length ramming inside you filled the peaceful silence of the night, combined with the animalistic noises escaping from both of your lips.

“Alpha!” you cried out, your voice hoarse from your screaming as you came around him. Your orgasm shot through your body without warning, spraying the ground beneath you and coating the alpha’s lower body.

With a deep shout from behind you, the alpha ripped his hands from your chest, latching onto your wrists before you fell forward. He folded your arms together behind your back, using one hand to pull you back onto his cock, watching with glee as your pussy gaped wide around him, your cum coating the base of his cock in a white ring of slick.

His other hand latched onto your waist, digging his nails into your soft skin as he neared his release. He lowered his head, his forehead coming in contact with the sweaty skin of your upper back, strings of hair sticking to your dewy skin.

“Fuck m’close!” he growled, his jaw stretching wide, teeth scraping against your skin, threatening to puncture as his thrusts shortened close to grinds, not wanting to spend another second out of your sweet pussy. He could smell your slick seeping out of you in waves. He could practically taste it.

A deep growl emanated from his chest, his teeth finally sinking into your delicate flesh as his hips pushed forward, his knot slipping inside and locking your joined bodies in place as he spilled his cum inside of you. He couldn't stop himself from grinding his cock, whining at the sensitivity as he kept rutting forward, filling your velvety walls with buckets of his spunk.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head at your high-pitched moan, a mix of sweet pain and pleasure as his teeth sunk deeper, shaking his head for good measure.

As your breathing began to slow, he pulled his teeth from your neck, ripping another cry of pain from your lips. He tried to feel bad but could only feel pride swell in his chest as he stared down at you. You were finally his after all this time. You were his.

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Let Me Love You Just a Little Longer 𝜗ৎ König

Kinktober Day XII: Overstimulation

summary: könig loves to eat pussy a little too much tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, praise, dom!könig, sub!reader wc: 1.7k

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“Again?” You whined, lifting your head upwards, looking down at the mammoth of a man between your legs. König’s mouth twitched into a grin as your juices dropped from his chin, his stubble soaked in your wetness.

Your chest rose and fell with each deep breath, your brow dripping with sweat, and your hands clammy, still curled in his auburn locks.

König chuckled lightly before repositioning his broad frame, settling himself between your thighs once again. His rough stubble grazed your sensitive skin, eliciting a shuddering moan from you as König’s tongue dove back into your wet folds. With a calculated precision that spoke of experience, he traced circles around your swollen nub, savoring every gasp, moan, and buck of your hips. The taste of you drove him wild, but it wasn’t just physical; it was the power he felt, the connection forged between you two in those moments of pure, unbridled pleasure.

His thick fingers slipped inside, curling as he sought out that particular spot while his tongue continued its merciless assault. König loved making you squirm beneath him; the sight of your body writhing in ecstasy was almost too much for him to bear.

“Ve can take a break if you need it,” he said between breaths, his voice husky and heavy with arousal. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your body tremble with anticipation, wiping away a bead of sweat trickling down his temple with the back of his hand.

Despite the offer, König didn’t wait for your answer before diving back in, eager to taste you again. He knew how much you enjoyed his attention and found satisfaction in bringing you such intense pleasure. His tongue worked tirelessly, dancing over your sensitive bud as his fingers moved inside you with purposeful strokes. He reveled in the sounds you made, the way your body reacted to his every touch. It was a symphony of desire, and König was its conductor.

"Mmm...so sweet," he rumbled approvingly, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh, causing another wave of pleasure to roll through you. He lapped up your arousal with relish, his tongue flicking against your clit with expert precision. His large hands held your thighs firmly apart, keeping you open for his ministrations.

König felt his arousal growing stronger with every passing moment. Despite his size and intimidating exterior, König treated you with surprising gentleness, as if handling something delicate and precious. His calloused fingers slid over your skin with reverence, exploring every curve and dip of your body. The contrast between his rough exterior and tender touch was enthralling, making each stroke feel like a discovery.

He continued to work you over, his pace increasing as your moans became louder and more desperate. With his free hand, he reached up to massage your breast, teasing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was taut and sensitive. König's eyes stayed locked on your face, reading every expression, every twitch of your lips, every squeeze of your eyelids, adjusting his movements accordingly. He was determined to push you to the edge again, to make you come undone beneath his touch.

"Vhat do you vant?" he asked huskily, his breath hot against your wetness as he spoke your name.

"More?" His fingers curled deeper inside you, pressing hard against your G-spot as his tongue circled your clit faster. "Or vould you like something else?" He raised an eyebrow, leaving the question open-ended, inviting you to share your deepest desires.

Your fingers dug into his scalp as your thighs tense around his head, threatening to squeeze. “Don’t stop!” You sobbed, tugging him closer by his hair.

Chuckling deeply, König obliged your request, his tongue swirling around your clit with increased fervor as his fingers thrust deeper. His arousal surged at the sound of your desperation, the raw need in your voice. He marveled at how your body responded to his touch.

His movements became more deliberate, focused entirely on sending you spiraling over the edge. He could feel your muscles contracting around his fingers, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"Very veil, my Liebling," he rumbled, his voice low and rough with desire. His tongue flicked and teased your clit relentlessly, his fingers pumping in a steady rhythm. He could sense you were close, your entire body trembling beneath him.

The sensations were overwhelming, and König grew harder with each passing moment. He loved being the one to bring you such intense pleasure, the one who knew exactly what buttons to press to send you flying. It was a power he didn’t take lightly, a responsibility he cherished. As you neared your climax, he slowed his pace ever so slightly, drawing it out, savoring the exquisite torture.

When you finally broke, your scream echoing through the room, König couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. He lapped every drop of your release, relishing the taste, before finally pulling away. "That vas beautiful," he murmured, planting a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh before moving back up to claim your mouth in a passionate kiss.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazed down at you with hooded eyes. His breaths were heavy, and his heart raced in his chest, his body still buzzing with the residual energy of your pleasure. König shifted his weight onto his elbow, freeing up his other hand to trace lazy patterns on his stomach. He watched as his body slowly relaxed beneath him.

"Vould you like more?" He asked, his German accent thick with desire.

You threw your arm over your eyes, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over you. “Just go slow,” you whispered, your hand brushing over his.

Nodding, König pressed a tender kiss to your thigh before resuming his exploration, this time at a gentler pace. He understood the delicate balance between pleasure and pain during those sensitive moments after an intense orgasm, and he had no intention of causing you discomfort. Instead, he focused on soothing you with soft licks and nibbles, teasing your folds open with his tongue and occasionally dipping inside you to taste your wetness, feeling your body quiver beneath him.

His fingers trailed up your body, stopping to play with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. König's eyes never left your face, studying your every reaction, searching for signs of what you wanted next.

"Like zis?" he asked softly, his voice thick with arousal. He blew cool air on your sensitive clit before swiping his tongue across it once more, eliciting a shudder from you. As you nodded, he continued his ministrations, taking his time to savor every inch of you. König's desire grew with each passing second, but he pushed it aside, determined to make this moment about you.

You nodded, your hands perched on his shoulders, squeezing gently before running lines down his back.

Humming in approval, König felt your hands on his back, the pressure grounding him further. He continued to pleasure you, his tongue tracing circles around your clit while his fingers slid in and out of you at a languid pace. Each stroke was calculated and designed to draw out your pleasure without pushing you too far too soon.

His thumb began to rub your clit in slow, steady circles as he increased the speed of his fingers, watching as your breath caught in your throat. Your movements grew more restless, your hips rocking against his face as you chased after another orgasm. König's own need simmered below the surface, his cock throbbing with every moan that escaped your lips. Yet he remained steadfast in his mission, focusing solely on the task.

"You're so vet," he praised, his words muffled against your skin. He loved how you reacted to his touch and how your body moved with his rhythm. It was a dance they'd perfected over time, and he reveled in the intimacy of it all. As your breaths grew ragged and your body tensed, König knew you were close once more. He doubled his efforts, wanting to send you flying again before he allowed himself to finish.

Feeling the tension build within you, König's eyes sparkled with determination. He curled his fingers slightly, hitting that spot he knew drove you wild while his tongue flicked rapidly across your clit. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as your legs trembled around his head. He could sense you were on the precipice, ready to fall into another wave of ecstasy. His arousal pulsed in response, his hips pushing rapidly against the soft mattress as he neared his climax. He increased the pressure on your clit, relishing in the feel of your wetness coating his tongue.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. The words seemed to act as a trigger, sending you hurtling over the edge. König grinned against your skin as your body shook with release, drinking in your pleasure greedily. He let out a whimper as the taste of you flooded his tongue, grinding his cock against the sheets one final time and letting out a loud groan muffled by your pussy.

As your spasms subsided, he gently pulled away, licking his lips clean before crawling up to lay beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he admired your flushed features. You glanced down at the wet spot at the front of his pants, chuckling to yourself as you glanced back up at him.

“Did you just cum from eating me out?”

Grinning, König wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smear of arousal glinting in the dim light. He looked down at the damp patch on his trousers and then back at you, his gaze filled with warmth.

"Ja, it happens sometimes," he admitted, gravelly voice laced with amusement. His thumb traced idle circles on your hip as he savored the feel of you pressed against him. Your laughter was music to his ears, a sweet sound that never failed to comfort him.

"You taste so good," he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips, swollen from earlier kisses. He leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a lazy kiss, his tongue seeking yours as he let his hand drift down to cup your breast. His thumb circled your nipple, drawing another sigh from you.

You blushed at the sound of König undoing his belt, pulling out his half-hard cock. He lifted your thighs to wrap around his broad waist before tugging you forward.

“I hope you are still ready for more, ja?”

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Sweet Like Cinnamon ✦ John “Soap” MacTavish

Kinktober Day IX: Praise Kink

summary: just tell him he’s a good boy, okay? tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, the author tried really hard at accents, degradation in the beginning, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, fluff, body worship, john being a suckup, pet names, p in v, facesitting

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“M’sorry, hen! M’sorry!” Your boyfriend whimpered from beneath you, his body convulsing, clinging desperately onto your hips as you bounced on top of his length.

“Hush.” You demanded, pressing your palm to his lips, glaring down at him as he gazed up at you, his brows upturned and tears forming in his eyes. He arched his back, chasing the pleasure you were giving him as you slowed your pace to a slow grind.

“Please!” Came his muffled sob. His pleading eyes stared up at you as his hips bucked up into you, his feet planted on the bed as leverage to fuck into your tight pussy. You raised your hips until only his tip was left inside. You watched John squeeze his eyes shut, bracing himself for when your hips dropped, enveloping his cock in your gummy walls.

He whispered your name underneath your hand, peering his eyes open when you kept still, placing your hand against his pelvis, pushing him towards the bed as you steadied yourself. You removed your hand from his mouth, settling it beside the other.

You raised one eyebrow in a subtle display of skepticism, locking eyes with his tear-filled gaze with your own icy, unwavering stare. After silence, you watched John’s shoulders relax, his tense muscles unwinding as he released a choked sigh.

You grinned, sinking onto his thick cock, spearing yourself with an airy sigh, moaning out as the tip of his cock snuggly pressed up against your sore G-spot, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“M’serious bonnie,” John whined, his fingers sinking into your skin. “M’really–”

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” you growled, quickly setting an unforgiving pace, raising your body on and off his cock, pistoning his cock in and out of your sopping pussy, using him for your pleasure as you chased your high.

For the past hour, you've been keeping him on edge, refusing his release while you chase yours over and over. You were angry because he canceled the date he had planned at the last minute, claiming he was out with his friends while you were getting ready.

John's heart sank as he heard the deafening silence on the other end of the phone. It spoke volumes, conveying a message of anger and disappointment that needed no words. Hastily bidding farewell to his friends, John made a beeline for home, his mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him. When he arrived, he found you already dressed in your regular attire; your expression twisted into an angry scowl. It was clear that he was in for it.

“I ken, I ken,” he whimpered, his blunt nails piercing your soft skin, leaving crescent shapes in their wake. “I’ll… I’ll make it up teh ye’.” he moans, tilting his head back, baring his neck to you.

“You are making it up to me,” placing your hands against his pectorals, one hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing gently. “Right now,” you finished with deep breaths, glaring down at his pliant body.

John reached up, gripping the hand squeezing his throat. He reopened his eyes, mouth falling open as whorish moans echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls and into your ears. Your eyes softened at his pretty face contorted in pleasure, his gaze teary and pleading as your fingers curled deeper into his neck.

“Sweet boy,” you murmured, picking up the pace, fucking him until you were both moaning out uncontrollably. You arched your back, resting your hands on his knees, grinding your pussy back and forth, side to side, and in quick circles as his cock twitched inside you.

“You gonna cum for me? Hm?” you could tell he was nearing his release, smirking as he swiftly nodded, his eyes wide, pale blues sparkling with anticipation and desire.

“Go on, baby,” you purred, rubbing your nails through his sweaty brown locks sticking to his dewy skin. “Come for me.” Your smile widened as he let out a sharp cry, his hands pushing and pulling at your smaller body as his hips fucked into you in tandem, his cock jerking angrily inside of you before it jumped, spurting endless ropes into your womb with a silent scream.

“Good boy,” you cooed, refusing to slow your pace until he let out a painful groan, pulling your body up and off his sensitive cock. You cringed as his release slipped out of your gaping pussy, spilling onto his softening erection and down his length, coating his sack in a lewd mixture of your fluids.

John let out another whimper, lifting his head as he watched the sinful display of your combined releases coating his cock, causing a deep shiver to run up and down his body.

You smirked down at him, hands perching against the headboard as you shifted your body above him until your knees rested on either side of his head, trapping him underneath you. John stared up at you, his eyes unblinking as his mouth parted in awe.

“You gonna be good and clean me up?” you asked condescendingly, tilting your head to the side, your hair following suit.

He nodded again, running his hands up and down your body. His voice was airy and low as he whispered, "Please…”

“I’ll give you what you want,” you promised as you lowered your dripping cunt onto his mouth, tilting your head back with another sigh. “Fuck that's it,”

You ground your hips back and forth, moaning out as his tongue fucked in and out of your soft folds, sucking your clit into his mouth as he made out with your pussy, sounds of his muffled sucking and slurping causing heat to rise to your cheeks and yet he never seemed so at peace with your thighs clenching around his head.

“Fuck John, I'm so close!” you cried, digging your nails deep into his scalp, guiding his movements as you rocked forward, chasing your high, wailing out as you stared up at the ceiling before your eyes rolled back; your vision going dark as you let out one final cry before drowning his face in your essence, jerking your pussy over his face until his nose dug into your delicate pearl. He shook his face from side to side, burying his face deeper in between your thighs, swallowing your sweet slick, not caring if he couldn't breathe.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, your grip relaxing before running through his hair, swiping back the strands stuck to his skin. He whined against your core, large hands tugging you forward when you tried to lift them away.

“Please,” came his garbled plea, fingers digging into the plush skin of your ass. “One more time,” he panted, his tongue flicking around your sensitive nub pulsing in response.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you grinned, your chest heaving with exertion, but you knew couldn't say no—not to him.

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