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💌to many people think they have a chance with my puppy >:( i need to start marking him more so people know he belongs to me💌

Tickled pink :) 

Holding a pretty boy up against a wall while I bite and kiss and bruise his fucking throat with my lips and teeth. Feeling him squirm and gasp all weak and pathetic. The way his hands knot in my hair pulling and tightening with every new bruise... How he loves how I mark him as mine. He knows there’s nothing he can do… sweet little cockslut, you belong to me.

hhhhhh i want to bite a boy so bad, sitting him on my lap, such a handsome thing towering over me while i run my hands under his shirt, kissing his neck and chest until he melts into me, "thats it, relax, just let me have you darling", and gently biting into his neck, alternating between kissing and sucking and biting, hearing his heavy breathing and whimpering, reaching between us to rub his crotch over his pants, getting to keep giving him hickeys, marking him up as he gets more and more needy and pliant for me, my pretty boy's mind just going fuzzy while i use and play with him

I’m just very into being bros who fuck. Like guys who are just friends with no particular romantic connection we can discern, and maybe one or both of us still believes we are heterosexual, but we have passionate sex with each other as an outlet. Bite me hard while you cum inside me man I don’t mind. You know you want to, you’re my best friend. This is what best friends do. Don’t you want to fall asleep afterwards in my bed with your softened cock in my ass? And then I can wake up in the middle of the night to you making little noises and rocking in and out of me while I’m only half awake until you fill me up again and then you pat me on the shoulder to signify your appreciation and go back to sleep and we do it again in the morning? And I put my boxers and my jeans on with your spend still deep inside me, dripping out steadily throughout the day when I can’t clench down hard enough to hold it in? Yeah that sounds normal and kind of comforting dude. Of course this is platonic. I crave you inside me because we’re such close friends and I really appreciate you.

The Kim Line (M)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jin x Namjoon

Genre: Open relationship, idol!au, Smut

Summary: Before Namjoon allowed Jungkook to see his girlfriend’s nudes, the Kims were part of her birthday surprise, being the first to see Y/n fully naked.

WC: 7.1k

Warnings: open relationship within established relationship, alcohol mention/use (slight), voyeurism, m. masturbation, size kink (?), rough oral sex (f. giving &receiving), fingering (F. receiving), dacryphilia (tiny) dirty talk, cursing, nipple play, use of the word brat (once), protected & unprotected Birthday sex, threesome/foursome, creampie/facial, spanking, marking/bruising, cock slapping (?)

Date Posted: May 1, 2019

“Are you sure she’ll like this, hyung?” Taehyung is sitting on the couch with his legs spread out while Jin paces back and forth behind Taehyung trying to relax.

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Jeff the killer x Reader: Murder and Sex

(This was originally going to be a Yinko [Girlfriends OC] x Jeff, but I changed my mind) Decided to do a Halloween Lemon.  READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. CONTAINS MURDER, GORE, BLOOD, ROUGH SEX, AND MARKING. (Everyone is well into their twenties in the place of this story) Enjoy~ (Decided to put this under a read more, because some people don’t like seeing murder and sex in the same story. Will probably undo that later. Also, I know its a few days late, but, DA was being a butt)

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Maybe parties are not that bad

Summary: You and Tom were best friends for years, always there for each other. He liked parties, you didn’t, but you were there for him. When he came to you with another party idea you wanted to disagree, remembering the previous one. However, you couldn’t left him all alone. Well, maybe the party will end somehow good for you.

Tom Hiddleston/Reader

Warning: smut, explicit content, weapon mentions, confessions and some naughty kinks such as choking, spanking, Dom/sub, marking and so on.

This fan fiction was originally posted on Ao3 by me, so, enjoy :) Words: 7032

“Remember how funny it was last time?” Tom asked you while you were in the dressing room, choosing some clothes.

“We’re not going to make a drunk party again,” you shouted behind the curtains.

That party was something else, a lot of drunk people all over Tom’s house, everyone tried to make out with anybody. It was extremely hard for you and Tom to kick everyone out of the house and after you’d done it he simply fell asleep so you needed to clean up the house. You smiled as you remembered it, it was actually funny somehow.

“Come on, I promise it won’t end like the previous one,” he opened the curtain to look at you with his puppy eyes that were really convincing.

“Hey, close it,” you yelled at him and punched his chest. Actually, you were a little excited as he stepped in your dressing room.

“What haven’t I seen,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand as you tried to punch him again. “How long have I known you? And you’re still ashamed. By the way, you’re clothed and that dress is really nice, you should buy it,” he said, looking at you in the mirror.

“Asshole,” you turned around to face him and those puppy eyes were still staring at you. “I’m not ashamed but don’t look at me like you look at all of your women. Also, don’t you dare think that I agree because of that stupid compliment,” you pointed your finger at him.

“I knew you’d say yes. I’ll wait for you outside,” he said and closed curtains.

You and Tom were best friends for ages, always there for each other. No matter how difficult situation was, you knew you would have his support and he would have yours. It was some nice type of relationship, you knew everything about his girlfriends, he knew about your partners, you could even complain about your frustration after another disappointing date. You two spread gossips, did shopping, went on vacations, hanged out together, drunk on your birthdays. You were kind of a comfort person for each other because you were sure there would never be any judgment between you. He reassured you that he was a great friend almost every day.

Meanwhile, there wasn’t any idea about romance because it seemed strange. You liked him a bit because he definitely was hot, but you couldn’t not lose a friend like him so you’ve elected to ignore any feelings. You had never talked about your feelings towards each other so you didn’t know if it was somehow mutually. You didn’t care much though.

“Alright, tell me mister, how the hell are you going to make it work? I mean, I didn’t like cleaning up your house while you were asleep, and I definitely didn’t like your drunk friends’ hands all over my body trying to sleep with me. We were drunk as hell but maybe this time we can think twice about guests?” You started speaking when you reached his car waiting for you just like he said - on the outside.

“Wait, did someone tried to fuck you?” he turned himself to you, you could hear anxiety in his voice.

“Yup, I thought you noticed,” you answered. You wasn’t scared that day because you always had little knife in your wallet and you knew that Tom would notice if you disappeared in the middle of the party. No matter how drunk he was, he would notice your absence.

“If I noticed, I would done something. I’m so’s sorry, I cannot even think about what would happened,” he started palming his finger, avoiding your gaze.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry, everything is ok. Can we just invite less people this time. I know it’s your party but,” he looked at you and you stopped as you saw tears in his eyes. “Come on, everything is fine, I’m here as you can see and I’m not planning to vanish in the air. Stop it, it’s not your fault, you hear me? Look at me,” you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, his eyes still red a little. “Everything is fine, don’t worry. Don’t overthink please, let’s go get alcohol instead. And you know that I have a knife, right?” you chucked, making him laugh.

Tom was always protective, he didn’t want anything happen to you. He wanted you to be safe with and without him. He cared so much because you mattered a world for him, he was so happy to have a friend like you around. You made him smile, helped him, cared about him and you didn’t ask for everything in return, you did it because you liked it. He appreciated it so much and he would die if something happens to you. He knew you would be the perfect partner, but he didn’t want to lose you and never said it to you out loud. He wanted it but the price was too high.

The party night was almost there and you’d already done a lot of preparations. It wasn’t your responsibility, you just wanted to help as you were going to ruin Tom’s house. You had extra keys so it wasn’t a problem for you to enter whenever you wanted. You parked your car outside, picked some bottles and plastic cups and headed to the door. It was Thursday and Tom, obviously, wasn’t working that day because the first thing you saw as you entered was him sleeping on the couch, barely wearing something. “At least he’s wearing shorts, right? Thanks God for that, that would’ve been embarrassing,” you thought and went to the kitchen, trying not to wake him up. It wasn’t usual for him to sleep at the day time, so he must’ve been really tired. You opened the fridge and put bottles in there, cups in the cupboard. You were quite as a mouse, not even breathing, you thought. Anyway, you’ve decided to go home - you had some duties to do and you didn’t want to disturb Tom any longer. You knew he didn’t like it when someone woke him up.

“You’re not as quite as you think you are,” he said in a sleepy voice as you were picking up your bag. You almost shivered when you heard that deep voice, what this man was doing to you. You stopped and looked at him. His eyes were still closed, one arm under the head and another one hugging a pillow.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up, you’re much better when you’re not talking,” you smirked, knowing it would definitely wake him. You didn’t want at first but it was so funny, joking every time you’re together.

“Oh, you noisy little bitch,” he covered his face with his pillow to avoid sunlight, “what are you even doing here, mixed up the houses?” his voice was muffled because of the pillow. You didn’t answer, instead you took a pillow from the nearest sofa and threw at him. “Hey, what’s that for?” he took the pillow out of his face, confused, looking at you.

“For the bitch. I just brought some bottles and cups, we have everything else as I remember and,” you didn’t finish because he threw a pillow in you, that was so unexpected so you almost fell, somehow. He just laughed, taking another pillow. “And what are we going to do, a pillow fight?” another pillow right in your chest, right when he nodded. You threw one at him, but he caught it and threw back immediately. You took it, went straight to him and punched him with that pillow.

“That’s enough, dear, stop it,” he grabbed you arms so you couldn’t move, while he was taking away the pillow and putting it next to him. “Are you okay?” he asked you. “You look like a tomato,” he added after a while.

“Thank you, honey, that’s what every woman wants to hear, good job,” you smiled and stood up, making your way to the door. “I’m fine, by the way, thanks for asking,” you picked your bag again and opened the door.

“Close it! See you tomorrow,” he yelled from the living room, probably going to sleep more. You just obeyed and left.

You stood in front of the mirror, choosing earring to match your outfit. You didn’t like to think about your clothes much, but getting ready for parties always excited you. You just wanted to look good and stunning among everyone else. You decided to wear that dress you bought a few days ago, it was black, silk, little and it suited you nicely. You fixed your makeup, brushed your hair and gave a final look to your reflection. You looked beautiful, you knew you would be able to seduce a guy or two if you wanted but you didn’t. You wanted to seduce the only one guy but you wouldn’t allow yourself to do it. You took your bag, wore your heels and cleft the house.

At first you wanted to order a cab, but you’ve decided to drive yourself so you went to the parking lot. You picked some music and turned it on, driving throw London streets right to Tom’s house. You sang at the top of your lungs, shaking your head to the rhythm. You didn’t even notice how you ended up in his district. You parked your car outside of his house, like you always did, put on some lipstick one more time and opened the door. You didn’t know how are you going to come back home because driving drunk was a bad idea and you would never done this. Maybe you’d catch a cab and took your car the next day. It was the plan now.

You were not even late but it seemed that the party there for hours. You locked your car and headed to the front door. You knocked twice, then rang the doorbell. You surprised when Tom actually opened the door, you thought he wouldn’t hear or would be busy with some girl. He looked at you, eyes all over your body, his gaze went up and down, and up, and down, you could hear how he gasped.

“Stop doing it,” you said, looking directly at his eyes. You liked how speechless he was but you knew he should stop, so you wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.

“What?” he finally met your gaze, staring at him and gasped again.

“Scanning me over and over again and gauging me,” you helped him to understand. Was music quieter or louder? You couldn’t say, he was all you care about.

“I’m not, I just. Damn, dear, you look awesome. Is it a dress I told you’re pretty in?” You nodded. “Well, forget about it, because you look gorgeous,” you felt yourself started blushing but you cut it off really quickly. He continued staring at you.

“Thank you, mister. You look nice yourself too,” you admitted, he wore a costume and he looked good wearing them. You were wondering how many costumes did he have because you’ve never seen this one before. “Anyway, it supposed to start in five minutes, no?” you asked, trying to forget about his eyes on your body. “And how many drinks have you already taken?”

“Only one. Yes, it supposed to, but my friends decided to come earlier. Much earlier, actually,” he mumbled. You were still outside somehow.

“Why? And may I come in?” you continued asking him.

“You didn’t ask the previous time you entered my house. They came about two hours ago and I have no idea why. I’m not wasted yet only because I was waiting for you,” he added, leading you to the living room.

You looked around. This time there were less people and you appreciated that he listened to you. As always there was a couple in the kitchen, some depressed guys, and the drunkest one. Good. At least there were that much people. You didn’t like crowded places at first, you were on those parties only because of Tom. And as you knew, every eyes were on you as you entered. You scanned the entire room, not noticing how Tom’s jaw clenched as everyone looked at your legs and dress, neck and face. You knew all those people and you even enjoyed some of them.

“Well, hello everyone. How are you all doing?” you started politely, still sober and a little bit shy. Everyone started greeting you, ask some questions. Somehow you ended up in the kitchen with the guy named Frank.

“I actually loved that movie too,” you took another tequila shot and smiled, looking at him. You’ve never spoken with him before.

“Yes, I know, it’s incredible, right? I loved acting and scenario, it deserves Oskar, don’t you think?” He took a sip of his beer, looking at your thighs and your breast and then back at your face.

“If you look one more time, I’ll do anything to kick you out of this house. Believe me, I can and you should know it by now,” you said like you were completely sober. You understood why you’ve never talked to him.

“Why is that? Because you’re fucking Tom? That’s why you can do it?” he was tempting you. You didn’t like it when people started thinking that you’re together because you were disappointed that it wasn’t true and also you were strong and independent. Why nobody could see it if you’re friends with a powerful man?

“Oh, darling, you have no idea what I’m capable of. Those chicks he’s fucking would never stand next to me. You better do what I said and this evening will end nice for both of us,” you finished and left him alone, cursing you as you headed to the second floor.

You walked to the balcony, holding the glass with whiskey - you took it right before you left Frank alone. You sipped your drink, barely recognising that you were drinking. You just liked the taste and how it burned a little. You weren’t drunk at all, you had some some kind of a superpower not to get drunk after many drinks. You stood here, music wasn’t that loud upstairs, it was empty. Only you, your drink and a nice view to the Tom’s garden. You really liked this atmosphere until you saw Tom in that garden talking to some girl. You didn’t remember her name and you didn’t like what you see. You drank everything to the end and left the balcony.

You went downstairs, took another glass of whiskey. You saw some gazes from Frank from the corner of the room but you didn’t care. Suddenly you heard giggles from the back door. And there they were.

“Hey guys, I was thinking, maybe we could play ‘truth or dare’ or something,” started the girl in a high annoying voice. She stayed right next to Tom. After drinks you became more possessive, but still not drunk.

“That’s childish, Beth,” Tom said, surprised.

“Are you an old man, Tom? It would be funny, come on,” you heard Frank’s voice. Everyone was staring at him, waiting for his answer. He growled and agreed. You went and set down on the armchair, crossed your legs, bouncing your hand with the glass.

“Alright, everyone knows the rules, I guess,” started Beth, almost laying on Tom’s shoulder. You just rolled your eyes. She was trying to get his attention for months, maybe he finally decided to get into it. “I’ll start then. Tom, truth or dare?” he didn’t even turned his head to answer her.

Where did he meet her and why he was talking to her so many? Maybe she was nicer when she was sober. You didn’t hear his answer. You saw it instead. He kissed her. She was running her fingers through his hair, almost moaned in front of everyone. You heard some whistles from the boys. “Nice show,” you thought, squeezing the glass in your hand. You’d broke it if you didn’t hear Tom’s voice.

“Truth or dare, Frankie?” his breathing was heavy. Wow, so nice. Why were you so jealous and why now? You couldn’t answer.

“Truth,” he said and earned some comments that he’s not interesting. “Guys, calm down, I’ve drunk too much to do something”.

“Who’d you like to hook up with? Come on, don’t be shy, we won’t judge you,” said Tom, sitting more comfortably, spreading his legs as always.

“If I answer, I will be kicked out of the house,” he started, mumbling. Tom reassured him that he’d protect him and with that Frank answered. “With her,” he pointed at you. Everyone buzzed, knowing that it’s going to be a show. You wanted this show somehow. You raised a glass and smiled, looking at him. Tom cleared his throat, saying that we should continue.

“I’ll kick your ass, Frankie-boy,” you said and stood up to refill your glass. Everyone laughed and continued playing. There were more stupid truths and dares. You turn came after six or seven people.

“Dare,” you said after you were asked.

“Do something interesting to every guy in this room,” said Chad. You didn’t exactly want to do it, but you wanted a show. You wanted to make him jealous, while you weren’t even sure if it’d work.

“Who am I, a slut?” You asked in a picky voice, smirking and taking a sip after.

“Come on, it’s a game, don’t be a nun”.

You gave your attention to everyone. Ran through hair, kissed cheek, left a hickey, hold hands. You even set on someone’s lap for some seconds. And then it was Tom’s turn. You left him until the end, wanted him to enjoy the show. You still were friends and it’d be funny to joke about later. You came from behind, started massaging his shoulders and chest, softly but persistently kissing his neck. It didn’t last long so, you didn’t want to get suspicious. And after that you left and went upstairs again.

You went at the same balcony, judging yourself.

“You stupid little girl, he’s your best friend, what were you thinking about,” you talked to yourself, walking back and forward on his balcony. “You would ruin everything, you cannot do it. You could’ve said that it’s because of the alcohol but he know you so well, he’ll never believe you,” you stopped for a moment, listening to the voices downstairs. He was there, that’s good. “You should calm down your jealousy and stop thinking about it,” you whispered to yourself and took a breath.

You leaned over the handrails and took a final sip of your drink. You could feel how aroused you were, kissing his neck, feeling his strong muscles under your hands, hearing his deep breathing - you knew neck kissing was his weakness, he told you once. You remembered how Frank asked if you were fucking him and you almost moaned of this thought, but it wasn’t real.

“What was that about?” you heard deep voice behind you.

“What do you mean?” You didn’t turn around to face him, you knew it was Tom.

“All of this. It was a show, I know you well. What for?” he didn’t move, you could say because his voice wasn’t closer to you. “Who was it for?”

“Does it matter? Hey, why aren’t you fucking that girl, what was her name again, Bet?” you asked, trying to divert the conversation. “I thought you like her,” you smirked.

“Beth. You know I don’t like her, you would’ve known,” he said and you finally decided to turn to face him. He did one step forward. “Answer me, what was that show for? Don’t say me that it wasn’t a show. You don’t act like that in public, you go to this parties only because of me,” as he said - he knew you well. You didn’t know what to answer. You usually did, but not now. You wanted to ignore your feelings as you said to yourself three minutes ago until he showed up. “Tell me”.

“No,” you turned back to the garden, not planning to continue this conversation.

“Maybe I can tell it for you,” he said. “You were jealous when you saw me and Beth from here, but you didn’t want to bring that up. Then, when I kissed her in that stupid game, you almost broke your glass and decided to make a little show,” you could hear his smirk. He didn’t say anything for a while. “Jealousy,” he said. “Am I wrong?” You shivered when his breath touched your ear. You didn’t hear him coming that close. You weren’t moving, trying to avoid his body and in the same time you wanted to lean back to finally fell him in the way you wanted.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “you’re wrong”.

“Don’t lie to me,” he turned you to face him. You just hugged him and apologised. You didn’t know why you’ve done this, you felt that it was the only way out of this situation. The only way when you’re not making a mistake. He held you in his arms, hugging you tighter, playing with your hair and saying that everything is fine. Just like you did a couple of days ago.

“No, it’s not. It’s not fine. I should go, I just… Sorry, Tom, I’m really sorry,” you mumbled, sobbing.

You almost ran to the stairs but he was faster. When you were passing his room he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, closing the door, pressing you to it. And then he kissed you. Softly, at first, wiping your tears.

“What was that?” you asked, shocked. That was the moment of realisation. He wanted it, he wanted you, he kissed you. He had feelings for you too or maybe he decided to calm you down that way. That thought hurt. “Don’t play with me, I’m not one of your stupid girls. Don’t play with me, Tom, just don’t. Please,” you didn’t finish because he kissed you again, passionately this time, his hands cupping your face as he played with your tongue. You left a soft moan and he growled into kiss. You didn’t like that you were getting wetter each second, you still thought he was using you. You pulled out. “Don’t use me. Say me what are your intentions or I’ll go throw that door and you’ll never see me again. It’s better to say that you were too drunk tomorrow than do something wrong now. What do you want?” you looked in his eyes. There were not lust and desire in them, there was something deeper.

“I would never treat you like I treat them. I would never use you, I would never play with you, I would never hurt you. Never. I wanted to feel you for so long, I was holding myself back not to punch Frank as he told that he’d like to make out with you or those guys you were hanging around during the game. I care about you so much, trust me. I’m not able to hurt you. I didn’t want to say you about my feelings because I didn’t want to lose you. And then you were kissing and touching them, and then you were touching me and I needed to do something, so I came to you. God, I was so jealous but you know what? I saw that you were jealous and I thought a little. I thought about your gazes, your words, your movements. I understood that maybe, just maybe there is a little chance that you want something more. Do you?” He was looking at you, as you were almost crying because of his words. No men ever told you something like this. It was so good to hear it from Tom, hear that he was jealous, that he wouldn’t do anything to you. You trusted him, completely. You were astonished of how passionate he was during his speech, how reassuring, how caring. Your would melt if you could.

“I do,” you nodded and continued, “thank you. I wish I’ve told it earlier”.

“Me too, darling,” he kissed you again, this time more deeply, more needy.

You moaned as he went down to the neck. You pulled your head back, opening more space to him. He growled as he kissed you, his hands now exploring your hips. He didn’t stop when he lifted you, holding you carefully yet passionately, squeezing your ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tried to unbutton his shirt. It worked until he moved lower, leaving kisses from your neck to your breast, thanks for the dress there was a lot of skin opened. You moaned again, louder now as he came back to your lips and kissed you. He was holding you pressed to the door, one hand caring your hips, another went to your breast. He touched your nipple throw the silk material and you gasped at the sensation. You wasn’t wearing a bra, not with this dress. You couldn’t think about everything but his hand on your breast and his tongue in your mouth. He moved to another nipple, taking your dress down to feel your bare skin. He never stopped kissing you.

Somehow you freed from that sweet torture and stood on your already shaking legs. You looked at him, he was confused. You get down on your knees in front of him, earning a gasp from him. Your hands were stroking his cock throw the fabric and he moaned. Not as loud as you before but it was a pleasure to hear him moaning because of you. You unfastened the belt and pulled down his trousers. You gasped at the sight. One night he told you it was big, but that was something beyond your imagination. You did even think that you wouldn’t be able to take it all.

“Do you like the view?” He asked, waiting for you to do something. You nodded and smirked. “Did you just smirk? Darling, it was a mistake,” he lifted you of the floor and positioned you against the door but now your breast were pressed to it, not your back.

Your sensitive from his hands nipples met the surface and you gasped. You ass were not pressed tightly and you were wondering what was going to happen next.

“You’re going to be a good girl as I punish you. You better not be smirking right now or I’ll add another five spanks to ten I’ve planned. You count. And don’t be loud yet,” he was waiting for you to reply. Was it to much? But then you nodded.

His hand pulled your dress up, opening him a sight of your bare ass. He squeezed it few times, not going further to your inner thighs. He was definitely into teasing. He smacked you softly, hardly taking his hand out of you. You thought that it is going to be like that for a second. And then he slapped your left cheek, you screamed to the door in front of you, your breath hitched. Pain was overwhelming but it excited you. You liked pain, you liked when someone did it to you but no one ever have done it that good.

“One,” you said, suddenly remembering that you should, no, must count.

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for me and I didn’t even know about it,” he leaned and whispered it in your ear, touching it with his lips. You moaned quietly. “I liked that you were so quiet when I spanked you,” you wanted to answer but he slapped you three more times at the same place. You yelped as he did it and counted. He hadn’t done anything for a while and then his hand met your right cheek. Your skin wasn’t burning here before, but it was now. It was a strong hit. Next three he decided to mix, so you was surprised and unprepared every time he slapped you. You whimpered and moaned as quiet as you can, you were soaking wet and you knew he could feel it if he change his hands’ direction a little.

“Nine,” you cried out. This time he spanked right in the middle, his large hand covered most of your cheeks.

“Do you like it?” he asked, enjoying the view of his work. He did like it and he wanted to hear that you too. Still caring, as always. You nodded, not able to talk. “Prepare yourself, we have a last one,” he said.

“Ten, oh my god, ten,” you screamed as his hand met your core with a heavy smack. He touched everything that you wanted him to touch. And then were seven more. You didn’t expect him, he did all of hits in a row, not giving you a second to rest. It wasn’t that hard and painful, but after ten smacks you was shaking, your legs were trembling and he hold you to help you. “What were those for?” you breathed heavily, putting all your weight on him.

“For every single guy you paid your attention to,” he mumbled and helped you to straight up in front of him.

“Possessive bastard,” you chucked and leaned to kiss him but he grabbed your throat and pressed you to the door again. You hissed when your ass met its surface.

“Choose your words carefully, darling,” he said looking in your eyes. “Next time you’ll receive some more spanking but not today”.

He took his hand out of your throat and kissed you. You weren’t sure how it worked but you moved him so he was the one pressed to the door now. You continued what you’ve started. Get on your knees, stroking his cock with your hand in a slow movements, squeezing it a little and then circling the tip with your thumb. He thrusted into your arm, asking you to do something else. You wanted him to be in control so you obeyed. You took the tip of it, licking the pre-cum, circling the tip as you did with your thumb. Your hand was holding it at the base, stroking it. He growled and positioned his hand on your head, pulling you down on it and you chocked. You started sucking on it, using your tongue to add more sensations, still stroking it at the base because you were not able to take it all. He wrapped your hair around his fist and pushed you down on his cock, it was deep down your throat, your nose pressed to his stomach, tears running throw your cheeks as you moaned down on his cock, sending the vibrations all over it.

“You’re such a slut, you were right. You are mine slut and you would do anything to please me. You’d left your mouth wide open for me as I fucked it,” he groaned again, pulling his hips towards your face, somehow he was even deeper now. After few more seconds he pulled you out, turning your face so you could see him. Ruined mascara, eyes full of tears, red and swollen lips.

“My perfect slut, ready for me to ruin you. God, I wish you could see yourself now. Perfect for me, you’re enjoying this,” you tried to nod but you couldn’t because of his fist in your hair. “Yes, I know you are. I’d left you down on my cock for hours just to see this pretty ruined face again,” you wanted to take him again and licked your lips. He immediately pushed you back, holding you by your hair he thrusted into you almost aggressively, you chocked but still took all of him. You were sure that you could do it and you wanted to do it. After few more thrusts he stopped down your throat again, holding you there for two minutes. Your breathing was hitched, you tears never stopped and your tongue was working all over his length. He pulled out and in a few deep, hard thrusts he came down your throat as you moaned and swallowed every drop.

“That’s my good girl,” he nodded and lifted you from the floor, leading you to the bed. You’ve slept in it few times, but never this way. You shivered one more time, remembering about your own pleasure you haven’t received yet.

He leaned you on the bed, crawling on top of you and kissed you, ripping your dress apart, promising that he would buy the same one to you. He went down to your neck, then your breast and took one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking on it, using another hand to rub another nipple. You moaned at that feeling, pulled your hips up unconsciously - you could see him smirking over your breast. After a while he did the same with another nipple, they were red, peaky and sensitive now, it was enough attention to them. After he finished, he went down, leaving sloppy kisses on your ribs, stomach.

He returned to your lips one more time, left one fast kiss and went to your thighs, massaging them. You could feel his breath on your inner thighs as he kissed you, moving higher. You left a soft moan, a whimper as he started slowly taking your panties off. When he was done, he returned to your wet core. He rubbed little circles on your swollen clit, looking directly in your eyes. You pulled yourself up to his finger, but he took it off. While you were questioning what the hell happened, he positioned two fingers next to your entrance, greasing them with your arousal. He didn’t do anything for a while and you started to think that he changed his mind for some reason. But then, he pushed them deep inside of you, making you scream of a sudden. He pulled them in and out in some slow, deep thrusts, not giving you what you needed. You spread you legs wider, hoping that he’d understand your desires. Even if he did, he never gave into it. After few more thrusts, he leaned to your core, licking at your clit, barely touching it.

“Tom, please,” you moaned and grabbed his curly hair, holding him down so he was not able to tease you any longer. You knew he wouldn’t like it but you didn’t care. You needed his mouth on you. He, actually, stopped teasing you, his fingers were almost angrily pumping into you, while he was doing something extremely good with his tongue. You orgasm approached quickly as you wanted to release for a long time. You were clenching around his fingers and earned a growl from him.

“Cum for me, you’ve been a good girl,” he said and curled his fingers in your pussy, adding third and leaving circles on your clit with his mouth. “Scream my name, darling, cum, you deserved it,” he mumbled against your clit.

“They’ll,” you whimpered, “they’ll hear me,” you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

“Let them, let them hear who is making it to you, who is making you cum,” he pulled his fingers, his arm went to grab your breast.

“Oh my god, Tom, oh yes, sir, Tom,” you screamed as you came, shouting his name like a prayer, rocking your hips against his head. You were sure it was the best orgasm in your life. You took your hand out of his hair and positioned it on your chest. You were breathing heavily, but you almost stopped when you saw him sucking on his fingers, clearing them up. Even though you just had your release that turned you on.

“As I said, you’re a good girl for your,” he looked at you, smirking, “how was that? Sir?” you blushed as he said it, you didn’t even notice how it happened because of pleasure. “Come on,” he said, offering you a hand to help you. You gave him a confusing look, until you ended up in his armchair, it was big as it was a throne or something.

He positioned you on his lap, looked at you and kissed you. You could taste yourself as he kissed you, and you could feel that he was hard again. The feeling of his hard cock pressed to your tight caused another wave of wetness dripping from your cunt. You went down on his neck, sucking on it, biting, leaving a hickey. You wanted everyone to know who’s he was. He moaned and rocked his hips to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he positioned the tip of his cock to your entrance, rubbed a few little circles at your clit for you to relax. He slid you down on his cock in a one deep thrust. You’ve never felt so full, it was like he was in your stomach. You cried out because of his size, he was holding your hips not letting you to slid out of him. Tom stayed inside of you, giving you some time to adjust before lifting you up so he was almost out of you. After fullness you’ve experienced, you felt empty without him, wanting to slid down again, but he was holding you so you couldn’t do it.

“Ride me,” he said in a husky voice, sending shivers to your spine. You didn’t answer, you just obeyed, positioning your hands on his shoulders. You landed yourself on his cock, lifted you up and down, taking all of him. You did it over and over, you tossed your head back. “Eyes on me,” he said and you looked at him. His usually good-looking hair were a mess, sweat drops was in his forehead, his eyes darker because of lust and desire. “You’re such a submissive good girl to me. Taking me so well without any hesitation. Will you be my personal slut? What do you think?” You just moaned, fasten your pace. Your breast were beautifully lifting, you could feel your juices down on your thighs. “Answer me,” he spanked you. Your ass were still sensitive from spanking so you whimpered.

“I’m whatever you want, sir. If you want me to be your slut, I’ll be, Tom. It feels so good, you feel so good,” you whispered, looking at him. “You’re so big in me, nobody made me feel so good, so full, sir,” you were shaking, you didn’t realise that you were close.

“You cum when I say,” he demanded and took your hips. He was in charge now. His fingers were bruising your hips, bouncing you on him, making you moan and whimper loudly every time he slid you down on his cock. He bucked his hips toward yours, making you feel him even deeper. He stayed here for a moment and then continued, moving both you and himself, your pussy was clenching around him, you wanted to cum. You tried to say something, to ask for permission, but you couldn’t do it. He placed one of his hands in your clit, rubbing it. You rolled your eyes, pressed yourself to him so you could feel his bare chest.

“Tom, I need to-, I need to cum, please, sir,” you cried, holding your orgasm back as much as you can.

“Cum for me, cum all over my cock, let me hear you as you cum. Let me make you feel good, you’re my good girl,” he said.

“Tom, thank you, Tom, you’re making me feel so good, oh fuck, oh god, sir, Tom,” you shouted as you came, aching your back so you were pressed to him even more, your cunt was squeezing his cock, while he was still moving inside of you. He pulled himself as deep as he could and came, moaning your name, you could feel warmth inside of you. He growled and looked at you and then kissed you. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, it was caring.

He pulled himself out and lifted you to the bed, his cum mixed with your juices dripping down your thighs.

“I’ll make a mess,” you said tiredly, as he adjusted a pillow to you.

“You’d never,” he said. He left to grab the towel and only now you could here the music downstairs. You started blushing as you thought of your screams.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he cleaned you, carefully, not wanting to touch your red ass.

“Everyone must’ve heard me,” you said, not able to look at him.

“It doesn’t matter because they’re so drunk, so they won’t remember. And it doesn’t matter because you’re my good girl,” he leaned to kiss you once again.

“Thank you. Shouldn’t we come back? I mean, downstairs,” you asked, not wanting to do it.

“They’ll come home in an hour, I don’t want to leave you and to share you with someone else tonight,” he stopped for a second, “not only tonight. I was an asshole, why haven’t I noticed that you liked me?”

“I haven’t either. I guess we’re two dummies, who just didn’t want to lose each other. Well, good for us that we didn’t,” you chucked, pushing him down to you. “Stay with me, why were you sitting on the edge of the bed like it’s my room?” you laughed a little.

“We’re two dummies, you’re right. I won’t let you go now,” he hugged you, drawing circles on your back.

“Good, because my car is parked outside and I drank four tequila shots. And also, o don’t want you to let me go,” you looked at him again.

“I would never let you go,” he murmured and kissed you.

Your eyes closed and you started to fall asleep, breathing peacefully next to Tom. After all, he was always there for you and you for him. It just ended up like it supposed to, like it was mentioned to be. None of you lost someone and you felt great because of that. You could feel how he hugged you tighter and whispered something in your ear. You couldn’t understand what it was, but you knew that it was something sweet and nice. In the end he was yours and you was his.

The Boy Is Mine (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Warnings: Marking, slight grinding

Notes: I'm so sorry this is short I'm busy with Physics work and hella tests.

Word Count: 307

The room was filled with whimpers and whines, he's so glad his dad and Michonne were out, along with Judith who was being watched by Gabriel. Inside the room was a scene. He was under you, hands gripping and pulling at your waist to keep your body moving against his.

You were on top of him, straddling him, kissing and nipping at his neck. He always looked so pretty under you, big pleading eyes looking up at you through his beautiful lashes, his lips would be red, plumped and covered in saliva from the intense make out. You couldn't get enough of him, and apparently neither could she. 

You don't blame her for having a crush on Carl, I mean who wouldn't. He's so sweet and helpful, and just so cute. But it's only a matter of time before she tries to make a move, she just needs to be reminded that he's not up for grabs, at all. 

Your left hand caressed his face while you buried yours in his neck, mouth sucking until there was a red circle left. Your lips moved down to his collar bones, kissing and nibbling at the flesh. You leaned back and admired your work and how he looked,  

"Such a beautiful mess.." you muttered. "You really think so?" He asked, hair frizzy and clothes wrinkled. You gave him a nod and leaned back in giving the left side of his neck attention. Outside of the house Rick called for Carl to come out, claiming he needed help with something. Startled, his face turned red, he looked at his appearance in the mirror, specifically his neck and looked up at you. 

All you could do was give him a smile and a kiss, walking out the room, ecstatic to see Edin's face when she sees your artwork on Carl's neck.

Cuddling and having a sleepy and comfortable makeout session with your partner, them lying atop you as you enjoy yourselves. They pull away and lick up your neck before slightly grunting and you feel a warmth spreading across your lower body as you realise they're marking you as their territory. You begin to protest but are immediately muffled by more kisses, pinned beneath them and forced to take it. Nothing you can do as they giggle and grind on you, their lips assaulting yours as all you can do is moan in submission.