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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, size difference, 6’7” Ari, innocent!reader, soft!Ari, possessive behaviour, SMUT - minors DNI, p*ssyjob, size kink, innocence/ruined kink, daddy kink, panty sniffing, (so much) dirty talk, spitting, fingering (f), praise kink, degradation, dumbification, breeding kink, unprotected sex (p in v), squirting, creampie

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Months into your relationship with Ari, he finally indulges in his deepest desires—that are also his biggest-little fears. Based on this ask.

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𝗔/𝗡 | hi anon, thank you for being patient with this request, it's my first time writing for ari ! I scrapped the smut last night and rewrote it—this is so filthy, someone needs to shut biker!ari up. All mistakes are my own. [all asks — all drabbles]

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Bear, be quiet.” You giggle, crumbling beneath his weight as he leans on you, “Ah! Walk, Ari!”

The big, burly man growls, rubbing his nose on your head. “Mhm, you smell like sugar cream…” His hand drags along the wall as you stumble further down the hall, and he’s hanging off you like a limp sack of muscles and hair.

“I—hold on,” you reach into the pocket of his leather jacket, fishing out his keys. Silver shines in the dim lights, the handmade beaded bracelet hanging from the ring, a carefully chosen pattern of blue, pink and lilac—not purple, lilac is prettier, Ari told you. The gift was too small for his wrist, so he added it to his keys instead.

Although, you wish you thought about sizing before making it because seeing the usually stone-cold and silent biker wearing a cute beaded bracelet would be amusing.

Ari was smooth, observant and worldly-wise, clad in leather and denim, with a chain around his neck and rings on his hands if it were a special occasion. That was how everyone knew him. To you, he was the sharp and collected co-owner of the mechanic shop across the street who never seemed to take his lunch break.

You were kind, sensitive and sincere and started to sneak in bundles of neatly packaged freshly baked goods to leave them on the counter whenever he went into his office. Far too shy and nervous to say a single word to the domineering biker.

This went on for weeks, and you started leaving more treats for the rest of the bikers employed at Fast Lane Mechanics. Ari and his friends were getting spoiled by the little angel from the bakery, filling up on the pastries from The Snickerdoodle.

Then one day, Ari caught you. You got startled and accidentally walked right into the wall during your abrupt escape—the biker proceeded to tuck you into his office until you calmed down.

That was months ago, and you’ve been dating ever since. To be fair, you were very hesitant to say yes because of your lack of experience with relationships. But Ari, ever the gentleman, has worshiped the ground you walk on and your existence—even if it goes unnoticed by you, as most things tend to do.

“Are you going to give me your sugar cream?”

You struggle to unlock his apartment door, oblivious to the growing tent in Ari’s jeans. “Uh…the bake sale is tomorrow, but I don’t mind giving my boyfriend a free treat.”

The door swings open, slamming into the wall as you cringe. Stepping into the dark living room and kicking the door shut, you wobble towards the bedroom. Ari’s chin bumps against the top of your head as he showers you in kisses.

“Wasn’t talkin’ about that cream.”

“Hm?” You look up at him, finally making it to his bedroom and attempting to set him on the bed, but he clings to you. You collapse onto his chest with a squeak, straddling his hips.

“I missed you today, angel,” Ari smirks, dark hair fanning across the sheets like a halo. He easily moves you until you’re seated on his bulge.

Your eyes widen and you gulp nervously, intimidated by the size. “I-I missed you too…”

“I like your new skirt, it‘s cute.” He pinches the flimsy fabric before sliding his hands up your thighs. “I wish I stopped by the bakery today, I could’ve seen you in your little apron and that headband with the bow. Always so fuckin’ adorable in your uniform.”

You giggle and try to push him away, “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome, covered in grease and those work jeans—ah!” You’re flipped over, crushed under his weight. A stream of laughter flows from you as his fingers dig into your sides, your legs and arms flailing as he tickles you relentlessly.

Ari’s breath catches in his throat, his hands freeze and his eyes fall between your thighs. Your skirt is flipped up, revealing the cotton panties that cup your mound.

The alcohol in Ari’s system has him thinking with a one-track mind, drunk off the memory of a past date that ended with his cock sliding along your wet cunt. The sweetest moans poured from your lips as he moved you how he wanted with ease. Firmly seating you on his bare length and gripping your thighs, watching your cream coat him.

He remembers smelling you on his beard when he dropped you off at home.

You had requested to take things slow—and it’s been absolutely perfect, Ari didn’t mind that it took over three weeks to kiss, and even longer to do some over-clothes touching.

Although, this was utter torture. Now, Ari must restrain from devouring you like a beast. He’s fingered you and rubbed his dick against your folds, but he’s only ever been inside with the tip and that was after spending a good thirty minutes opening you up.

You’re smaller than him and extremely more delicate than his 6’7” beefy tower of muscle and meat.

Worst of all, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. Teasing him with your gentle touches and soft-spoken words, your compassion and your body striking him to the core. Nearly begging him to just lift you up and carry you wherever he wants. To hide you away from the rest of the big, wide world.

As Ari’s hand draws closer to your heat, you swiftly escape from under him. With your ass in the air, you crawl off the bed and stand on solid ground again. “You deserve a timeout for that, mister.” You point a finger.

God, he loves you, but he’s not drunk enough to let that slip. You love him too and similarly, you need a drink to get that confidence to say it—you were just too damn shy.

“Hm, how about you just give me a kiss instead?”

Not only are you physically weaker than the biker, but you’re awfully vulnerable to that deep drawl and those light blue eyes, his dominant nature pulls you toward him like a magnet. Ari cups your cheeks, bringing you in an uncoordinated but tender kiss. It goes from gentle pecks to his tongue slipping between your lips. His skilled digits trail up your legs and under your skirt again.

“Bear, you’re so handsy…” You squirm, ignoring the dampness in your panties because there are more pressing matters at hand. As the clock strikes midnight, you know that waking up in the morning will be a pain.

Dropping to your knees, you shiver as his warmth crawls up your arms and he tugs on the collar of your shirt. As you unbuckle his belt and start dragging his pants down, Ari closes his eyes in anticipation, awaiting the bliss that comes with your lips around his cock. Blood rushes through his veins as he remembers the first time you sucked him off, all innocent and nervous—is this okay? You’re so big… I don’t know how I’ll fit you in my mouth.

That ecstasy turns into confusion when he doesn’t feel you rub over his length because that was the first rule he gave you about blowing him. He loved feeling your hand over his clothed cock, almost as much as he loved watching you choke on his fat girth.

And you were always a good girl and a good listener.

Ari sits up, suddenly very sober and aware.

“There,” you lean back on your feet, beaming up at him. So small, delicate between his thick, toned thighs, “now you can sleep all nice and comfy. Jeans aren’t good pyjamas.”

If possible, his heart grows bigger to offer even more affection for you. “I’m going to marry you one day.” Ari flops on his back, his dick shamelessly straining his boxers. “I already told the guys, Curtis and Bucky were arguing about who should be my best man.”

Your eyes fall to the bulge. And unfortunately, you can’t hide from your brain that replays those sinful events like a movie, Ari’s filthy words playing in your ears, his rough hands holding you so tightly. You whimper, subconsciously clenching your thighs before your head snaps up, “You’re drunk, Ari. You don’t mean that.” You’ve only been dating for a few months, too early to meet extended family, let alone, get married.

“Really? Go check my nightstand.”

You shoot up and process his words, then you eagerly start crossing the room but Ari grabs your wrist. He pulls you to stand between his legs, flashing you a knowing smile, “Aw baby, you want to be my wife already?” He chuckles, soft blue eyes gleaming, “There’s no ring—yet. I still haven’t measured your finger.”

Your heart settles as yet echoes in your head, you want to hide away, “Y-You’re so drunk…”

His fellow biker friends had called you when Ari was too intoxicated to get home by himself, they offered to call him a cab, but you were still at the bakery preparing for tomorrow’s bake sale. So, you swung by the bar, pulling up along the row of big shiny bikes as the handsome men hauled your boyfriend into the passenger seat.

To others, Ari was fairly quiet, only speaking when his voice was needed yet he wasn’t shy by any means. More of a silent observer with a searing gaze that could be felt through the skeleton to the soul. Your bones were familiar with that burn, while your inner thighs were still healing from his beard after he ate you out yesterday.

“God, I hate that…”

“Hate what, bear?”

“Your fuckin’ seat—always gotta put it back when I’m drivin’ this tiny bug.”

You giggle, reaching over to unbuckle his seatbelt. “It’s because you’re a giant.”

Ari sighs to himself, tapping his pen on the desk as last night’s events repeat in his mind. He doesn’t know if he should feel humiliated over his behaviour or frustrated—both sexually and generally—over you.

It wasn’t a ring in his nightstand, it was a key to his apartment, personalized with your favourite colours. He’s relieved you didn’t open the drawer, perhaps it was too early to give you a key to his place, but he adored you so deeply.

He’s dreamt of the things you could potentially do together if you had a key—or, better yet, lived with him—surprising you with breakfast in bed, spending the weekends lounging on the couch or in the kitchen where you’d attempt to teach him recipes. He can imagine ordering-in dinner together only to fill up on flawless baked goods that you’d make, dressed in his clothes with your apron, just like the little angel you are.

Domestic, soft things that he’s never fantasized about in his life.

As always, on the tail of those wishes are his fears. In the grand scheme of things, they’re insignificant and shouldn’t matter, especially since you’ve displayed a fondness for it. Those small concerns wrap around Ari’s mouth and keep him from ravaging you like a wild animal, keeping him from diving headfirst into his deepest desires.

His little fears aren’t things like missing payments, losing the shop or his friends, not even wrecking his prized bike. Those are reasonable worries that could greatly impact his life, but they’re different from his tiny, truly comical concerns. Ari’s ridiculous little fears revolve around you. With you being so much smaller than him, graceful and pure in every sense, his biggest-little fear was hurting delicate you.

Of course, he’d never intentionally harm you—you’re the most gentle bear, Ari—but your size difference was a touchy subject for him. He doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself, one wrong move and he’ll wreak you wherever you stand. And this time, it will go the way in.

Why did you have to be so irresistible?

It’s concerning how hard and fast Ari has fallen for your clumsy and sugary charm. He loves you yet, he feels guilty about tainting you. Colouring your blank pages with his shades of sin in bruises and bite marks, but his sick hunger to ruin you were stronger than that remorse.

He inhales sharply, your voice echoing in his head—that first night, you called him daddy, only to never repeat it, even when you did things. He doesn’t think you noticed either. Daddy, it was a breathy gasp as your juices poured out, covering his thick, heavy cock.

Ari is tempted to leave the shop early just to get off with the thought of you.

You aren’t safe from him. Your innocence, your body and your mind aren’t sheltered from him, and he’s already tarnished the thought of you. In his head, you’re withering on a bed, covered in his saliva and seed, with marks sitting pretty on your softest parts.

It’d be incredibly easy to pick you up and fuck you anywhere, on the desk, against the wall, on his bike. He foggily recalls having you to ride his face after one date—oh no, he talked about your sex life with his friends too, that included voicing all of his pent-up frustration too.

“—No, she definitely wants that.” Bucky sips his beer.

“How do you know that?” Ari huffs, tipsy enough to spill his concerns to his best friends. He doesn’t remember much of what he said, but it was about your size difference and his influence on your purity.

Across the table, Steve agrees. “You can just tell.”

Curtis nods. “It’s when she looks up at you like she’s got other things in mind, and she bites her lip. I’ve seen her stare at your arms, she clenches her thighs and squirms, just waiting for you to pick her up—”

Ari frowns, “—All right, that’s enough.”

Curtis raises his arms, his beanie is drawn low. “I’m just saying… you’re scared of nothing, you should be thankful that she gets off on your size difference too.”

“I know.” Ari elbows him, “stay the hell away, jerk.”

The man scoffs, “I’ve got my eyes set on that one.” He smirks as the beautiful waitress swings by and picks up their glasses for another refill. “Hey baby, you come here often?”

The rest of the bikers groan as the woman chortles, shoving his shoulder. “I work here, you dummy.”

Curtis smirks, bringing his girl in for a quick kiss. “Mhm, and your shift is almost done. I’m staying here for a little longer, but I’ll bring home your favourite take-out.”

“Are you trying to get out of changing the cat litter?”

“I’m trying to love up on my lady, is that a crime?”

The young woman prys his fingers from her hip, “This is still my workplace so keep those hands to yourself.” She turns to Ari, “How’s your girl? I’ve heard folks talking about the bake sale all day.”

He’s about to answer, but Bucky interrupts. “Ari wants to devour her but he’s scared because she’s so small compared to him—”

“—everyone is.”

“—but it’s obvious she wants him to, she just doesn’t know it.”

A grin plays on the waitress’s lips. “Well, this is juicy.”

“We’re trying to make him go for it. You know they’ve only done pussyjobs?”

Ari’s jaw drops as he smacks the back of Curtis’ head, “fuckin’ loudmouth, and that’s not true.”

“Oh, right, sorry—Ari’s only ever fit the tip in.” The other men burst into giggles while Ari whacks Curtis again.

The woman stifles her laughter, ignoring her boyfriend’s curses. “She’s as innocent as they get and trust me, a girl like her doesn’t know unless you spell it out for her. And I’ve seen her with you, Ari, she certainly has the same interests as you.”

Most people look up to the biker because he stands at 6’7”. Although, your size difference runs much deeper than that.

He’s impartial and stern, his voice is loud, clear and commanding, his choice of words is well-thought-out and highly valued. A tall and sturdy stature like a skyscraper, his thick and powerful muscles are well-earned with his consistent gym sessions.

On the other hand, you’re soft-spoken, pristine and shy. Terribly naive with meeting new people and seemingly normal social interactions, including sexual innuendos. Clad in skirts and dresses of pastel shades with knee highs, always smelling sweet with the most adorable smile.

Ari is wide and confident, as deep and intriguing as the sea. He can be as cold as the deepest trenches, harbouring secrets that will never see the light of day. And, you're nothing like that. You don’t have the ability to be cold or bitter, you were made as soft and sweet as the baked goods at The Snickerdoodle. Most importantly, you had the power to turn the strict biker into a pile of flirtatious, sincere adoration and gentle caresses with a single glance.

Ari can’t remember the last time he was this invested in a relationship—or a person.

In the dictionary, there would be a picture of you under the words soft and sinless. And, under smitten, would be a photograph of a lovesick Ari with a bright blush erupting under his beard.

Soon enough, Ari starts working again. Going over the documents on his desk, marking things to bring up with the rest of the guys as the hours fly by. Then, Curtis bursts through the office door with grease on his hands and arms, “Hey, that guy is back.”

Ari’s face twists in confusion, “What?”

“That guy who flirts with your girl.”

The biker stiffens, narrowed gaze set on his friend. If this wasn’t a sign, he didn’t know what was.

Curtis scratches his beard as a suspicion arises about what’s going through Ari’s mind. He decides to add a little more fuel to the fire. “Yeah, he’s been across the street for a while and has snatched up each sample from the bake sale at least twice.”

It happened all too fast for you to process.

First, you’re chatting happily with a regular customer, answering his strangely daft questions between packaging orders for the bake sale. Then, the little bell rings from above the door and heavy footsteps walk up to the counter before a wall of shadows appears.

If you were paying attention, you would’ve seen Ari and the guys push the man out of the way. As they line up along the counter by the display, shoulder to shoulder with threatening glares that send the man rushing out.

“All of it? Are you sure?”

Ari nods, “Steve doesn’t have anything for the party at the community centre—even though he said he would. Plus, the guys and I haven’t had lunch yet.” He plucks a cupcake from a platter, taking a large bite and getting icing in his beard. “Tastes delicious, angel, you bake any maple pecan danishes?”

Still overwhelmed by him buying the entire bakesale stock, you fumble over your words. “Uh-huh… back—they’re in the back.” You answer breathlessly. “Mrs. Martha is going to have a heart attack.”

That wasn’t completely wrong—although it would have been more accurate if you added: “and I.”

Once Ari’s massive order was packaged and divided among the bikers, Mrs. Martha, the owner of the bakery, gave you the rest of the day off. You accepted Ari’s offer of a ride home on his motorcycle and clung to him like a koala until he pulled up to his apartment.

Those events have led to you splayed out on his bed. Clothes in a haphazard trail from the front door to his bedroom, your panties clenched in his fist as he brings them to his nose.

“Bear, I—” you shuffle backwards as he kneels on the mattress, yanking your ankles until you’re flat on your back. Then, he’s on top of you, his heated gaze set on you as your cotton panties hang from between his teeth.

“Hm?” He suckles the gusset, groaning lowly at your taste.

You whimper as his clothed length presses against your heat, snug between your folds as he pulls you closer. “Uh, what’s going on—” You’re cut off by a cry as Ari starts moving, slowly grinding against your cunt.

Instantly, his boxers are soaked with you, it seeps through the fabric to his cock, and releases the desire he’s kept locked behind iron bars. It’s free and starving and making him shameless.

“You’re so good, angel, you know that?” Your panties land on the bed and Ari sinks lower until his lips meet your neck. His beard tickles you between his kisses, “Always so polite—too polite, and so innocent.”

You melt into the sheets, and your legs wrap around his hips as he thrusts against your cunt. He murmurs against your skin in a gravelly tone, “You don’t even notice when a man is flirting with you.”

“Huh?” You gasp.

“It’s okay, I’m not upset with you. I know you can’t think for yourself. Such a sweet, beautiful girl, so neglectful and oblivious—that’s why you need me.” He reaches down, pulling out his throbbing dick and sliding between your creamy petals, he growls at the feeling of your warmth, “Just a dumb baby brain. You need daddy to think for you, huh?”

You don’t have a chance to feel mortified because Ari leans back, slapping the fat tip on your button, sloppily tracing around your hole.

“C’mon, angel, say it. You said it that first night, but you were too cockdrunk to notice. Can’t think when my dick is on your pussy, yeah? Look at us.” He demands, leaning forward so his shaft is on your tummy.

He’s huge and heavy, his balls against your centre as he trails the wet head along your skin, marking you. He’s so big that you’re a little uneasy about the size difference, the head of his length lying on your belly, showing you exactly how deep he can reach inside you. His thumb dips into your mouth, “my stupid baby can’t speak either?”

You nod dumbly and suck on his finger, your mind drifts away as the second's tick by. Ari coos, grabbing your chin and bringing you up, he kisses you messily. Giving in to his darkness, and becoming the beast he was once terrified to be.

As you fall back onto the mattress, your head sinks into the pillows and he spits down where you meet. Watching you carefully, “You’re so pretty, angel.” He groans, swinging your legs over his shoulders, further spreading you open. Grasping his thick base, he rubs the bulbous tip on your folds, coating himself in your slick as lewd noises fill the room.

“You hear that? You’re so wet, just a little mess for daddy. Need me inside your tight pussy, huh? Stretch this little fuckhole, make you mine.”

You clench, you’re at his mercy, cradled in the palm of his rough hands, vulnerable and taken with every word that pours from his lips.

“Want my cock baby? You’ve never let me inside and that’s not very nice, is it?” He’s been starved for far too long and looking down at you whining as his shaft slides through your folds, drenched in your sweetness.

This doesn’t feed Ari’s desire, he needs to be inside you, splitting you open. He has an appetite that will only be suffixed by ruining you.

“Daddy, ah, p-please,” you whine, weakly gripping his built arms. “Want it, please, please.”

“That’s a good girl, using those manners. Now, watch me, baby.” He commands softly, angling your face until your eyes fall to your connected centres. He’s shiny with your juices, his fat tip sitting heavily at your entrance, he inches in and groans appreciatively, “that’s it, fuck, open up for me.” His thumb lands on your clit, applying delicate pressure.

“I-I’m trying, daddy.” You gasp, thighs threatening to close. Falling into a deep abyss of trust and pleasure, “you’re t-too big…can’t—” Your poor cunt couldn’t take the head, you can’t imagine how the rest will fit.

Ari grinds his teeth, he knows he should probably grab some lube to be safe, even though he can’t wait anymore. You were tighter than he imagined. He wants to be careful and not accidentally hurt you, but he does want to see you destroyed, so he tries once more.

Your hole refuses to take him again, and he pulls away—but you latch onto him. “N-No, don’t go, daddy.”

“I need to get lube—”

“Don’t, please… can’t wait anymore.” You beg, lips swollen from his kisses. “Want you so bad, please—”

“Okay, okay,” he shuffles back between your legs, growling at your weepy hole, begging for him. “I’ll stay, but you’ll need to help daddy, okay?”

Your brows furrow, “How?”

Then, he does something that catches you off guard. Slipping fingers into your mouth, forcing you to slobber and gag on the digits like it’s his shaft. If it were possible, Ari gets harder at the sight, his cock throbbing between his thighs as he pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips to his fingers.

“Touch yourself with my fingers, baby. Open that tight cunt for me.”

Hesitantly, you bring his hand to your heat. Softly moaning as you move his hand along your pussy, covering yourself in your saliva and using him. You cry out, slipping one of his thick, long fingers into you, and Ari takes charge once more.

He spits down on your core, scissoring two fingers into you. Taking you apart in a matter of moments, speaking the most filthy words to bring you over the edge. Your lack of experience is evident through your quick release and loud squeals.

Ari manhandles you again, sliding a pillow under your back to prop up your lower half. His shaft returns to your creamy hole, slipping in with ease. “That’s it, take my cock. You’re so little compared to me, sweetheart. I was scared of hurting you.”

You clench as he draws back, then forward again. His thick girth stretches you wide, barely halfway before you cry out. “Daddy! Too big, I can’t—”

“You can, angel.” Ari gently drops your legs, capturing your lips in his. He kisses away that wrinkle in your forehead, distracting you with his tongue until he’s all the way in. He’s balls deep, his pubic hair brushing your nub. “See? My little dumb baby, worried for nothing.”

You never thought you’d be into this, but it’s strumming you just right. Your vision goes blurry as he hits so deep. Ari hooks one of your knees over his shoulder, keeping you trapped under his beefy frame and locked on his girth.

“I’m going to fill you up. Cum in this little cunt, watch it pour out and fuck you again until you can’t take anymore.” He chuckles darkly as you gasp for air, “Even though it seems like you can’t take anymore right now—you're milking my dick already, baby?” He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging the nub with his teeth, groping your other breast.

You’re already so damn sensitive and arch into his touch. “Ah, Ari!”

“Shh,” he releases your tit with a lewd pop, his eyebrows knitted tightly as you clench around him, “don’t open that mouth unless you’re going to call me daddy.”

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” You weep.

“That’s my girl.” He starts pumping slowly, letting you feel every vein along your pulsating walls. From tip to base, he feeds your tight hole. “Taking my dick so good—even fucking yourself with my fingers? So good at doing what you're told.”

You whimper, gnawing on your bottom lip as he speeds up. High-pitched uh’s are pushed from your body with every thrust, the tip of his dick ramming into your cervix. You’re so hot and messy already, a mixture of yours and his saliva, and your slick creating a ring around his fat base.

Ari grunts, eyes flickering between your weepy hole and your blissed-out face, with your eyes rolled back and jaw slack. He can’t decide which is more obscene, especially with the drool hanging out the corner of your mouth, dripping onto the pillow.

He’s just started and he can see every thought flying out of your head, your entire body is too full for anything but him. His guttural groans and wandering hands grip your body, leaving finger-shaped indents in their wake. His big cock spreads you wide, a euphoric burn blooming in your little pussy as your juices spill out. You can barely remember your own name.

He kisses you, it’s soft in contrast to his length spearing you open. His tongue slips into your mouth, massaging yours as he swallows your moans. When he touches your hole, you accidentally bite his lip. Ari hisses, “Ow.”

“...You just t-touched me down there.”

Down there—he almost laughs at your choice of words. So pure, even when he’s fucking you one inch from your life.

“I touched your pussy. My dick has been in your mouth before, I know you can say pussy.” He smirks, tracing over your stretched hole to your clit, rubbing in hard circles as you cry out, trying to push him away. You’re too weak and eventually give up, letting him abuse your tingling button.

“Can’t believe you haven’t let me fuck you yet. You knew I’d ruin you, but that’s what you want, huh?” He pounds into you, your body moving up the bed with the sheer force, “Don’t you feel fucking stupid, baby? Oh, sorry—you’re already stupid, yeah? Say it.”

You gulp and nod, pathetically whimpering. “‘m d-dumb, daddy…”

“Yeah, you are, and so fucking creamy,” Ari growls, sweeping his fingers through your folds, gathering your arousal before slipping it to his mouth. His hips unrelenting, dirty sounds filling the room. The headboard even bangs on the wall. “You want a taste, angel?”

“Ah, I-I don’t know…” Your toes curl as he touches your sensitive cunt, then brings his digits to your face. Your mouth falls open in a moan as he rams into your sweet spot, that familiar electricity streaming through your body.

Ari is tempted to shove your taste down your throat, but he’ll play nice, for now anyway. “You’re close again, huh? Then c’mon, just a little bit of a taste. Don’t you want to be my good girl and cum?” He traces your lips.

You do. You want to be his best girl, his angel.

When you nod, Ari doesn’t waste any time. He leans over you, pelvic bone pressing against your clit as his dick spears deeper. You squirm, full and cockdrunk as he rubs his fingers on your tongue, slapping your thigh when you close your lips.

“Keep your mouth open.” His spit lands on your tongue and he sickly smears your tastebuds with your cream and his saliva. “Now, close it and swallow. That’s a good little girl, so good for daddy.”

Your high strikes so abruptly, you don’t expect it. Your juices squirt out all over Ari’s length and his pelvis. His thickness continues to invade your convulsing walls, almost brutally but you take it, gasping around his fingers as your mind goes foggy.

After one particularly hard thrust into your sore cunt, you gag on his fingers, eyes watering as he touches the back of your throat. “Oh, why the tears, baby? You got to cum and made a stupid mess, what’s wrong?” He taunts.

Still floaty from your orgasm, you attempt to answer, but all you can manage are wet choking noises.

“It’s okay, daddy knows what you need.” He grits his teeth and slaps his dick on your nub, the noises making your face heat before he sinks back in. Swinging your other leg over his shoulder, “Look—that’s because you’re so small for my cock, feel me all in your guts, baby?”

There's a faint bulge appearing in your lower belly every time he drives forward. You can’t help but hide your face, you don’t know why.

It’s probably because his filthiness is destroying you.

“Let me see you,” Ari pulls your hands from your face, interlocking your fingers on either side of your head. The pillow sinks, your quiet gasps flowing into the air, “Don’t you ever hide from me, angel. Ever.”

You obey but avert your eyes to his tensing muscles under his flushed skin. He’s ragged and husky, dark hair dusts over his chest and prominent pecs, trailing down his abs to the neatly trimmed pubic hair. You feel so little as he looms over you, swatting your ass before grabbing your breasts, loud grunts flowing over your mewls.

He could crush you—and why did that turn the both of you on?

He grabs your hips, moving you on his cock like a doll. “Look at that tight pussy taking me, such a good girl. Letting daddy fuck your brains out, ruin this little cunt, you’re a dream, sugar.”

You fist the bedsheets, your mouth falling open as he grinds deeply, a hot feeling building in your stomach.

“You want me to put a baby in you? Get you filled up until you’re leaking and crying like a dumb baby.” Ari grunts, fingers bruising your skin, “Stupid, stupid girl—I don’t even have a condom on, you know that? Yeah, and I bet you love it.”

You do—and you love him, you try to say it but all oxygen is yanked from your chest as realization dawns, you aren’t on contraceptives and he knows that too, because you told him.

Ari works your body, unable to stop thinking of you plump and pregnant with his baby. He wants that, he wants you as long as you’ll have him, and hopefully, it’s forever.

His girth splits you open, reducing you to a submissive mess. “For someone so innocent, you sure want to be knocked up, huh? That’s why you’re dripping down my cock. Want me to put a baby in you—fuck, let everyone see you full of me and my baby. They’ll know you’re mine.”

You’re scared, but not because of the possibility of getting pregnant, but because Ari seems to know all your kinks before you do. As your head bobs roughly, your hands have a mind of their own and land on his abs, pushing him away.

Ari tsks, swatting you away, his stomach tightens, “Don’t do that.” Imagining you carrying his big baby was feeding a different desire, the thought of how full you’d be—he can’t contain himself. “You want this—want my cum in you sweet pussy, want daddy to fill you up, yeah?”

“I-I do. Want your, ah, baby!”

“Then, take my dick, sweetheart and let daddy breed your tiny fuckhole.” His dirty words are draped in a gentle tone. He spits but misses your mouth, it lands on your hot cheek. “What a dumb messy girl.”

You're ruined under him, sweaty and hiccuping moans. Your breasts bounce as he fucks you harder, ramming into your sweet spot. You can't process anything over the squelching noises or the headboard slamming into the wall. He’s so big inside you, but it hurts so good that you never want him to stop.

Your walls are heaven around him, sucking him so tightly he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last. He follows your gaze to your belly, and you squeak when he grabs your hand, pressing your palm to the bulge.

“Feel me right here, baby? You feel daddy’s dick. This little fuckhole could barely take my fingers before, now look at you—taking my cock so good, and begging for my cum.”

You helplessly blubber, struggling to take his thrusts as they get harder, faster.

“You were made for me, huh? And you’re close already?” Ari coos, “mhm, reminds me of our first time, remember that?”

Of course, you do. You’d never forget it. He was passionate and gentle, still dominant yet sweet. Taking you apart with his fingers until you soaked your panties, then he flattened you on the couch, mouthing against your underwear until you nearly cried. Then, he tore the cotton off and pushed his shaft between your folds until he covered your tummy in his seed. Now, he’s finally fucking your tight hole, ruining you for any other man—and your high hits like a wave.

Ari groans, cursing lowly as you squeeze around him, begging for his cum. Without stopping, he lifts your bottom half completely and you squirt all over him, even reaching his heaving chest. Your core suffocates him as he rubs your nub, prolonging your high. “That’s it, fuck, soak me, sweetheart.”

You’re so overwhelmed that you don’t register Ari falling over you. Covering you in his mass, grinding sinfully into your spasming cunt and filling you to the brim. His cum paints your walls white, pumping you full. He claims you, pressing you into the mattress as the air is yanked from your chest.

In utter pleasure, Ari rocks into you with abandon, spurred on by your cries and your nails digging into his shoulders as his pelvis rubs your humming clit. “Give me a baby, angel. That’s it, take daddy’s cum in your little pussy—fucking take it.”

A baby—this man was going to be the death of you in the best way.

His warmth spreads within you, leaking out from around his throbbing girth as his hips slow to a stop. You soften to quiet whimpers, nuzzling into his neck in a daze.

The next time you open your eyes, you’re in his bathtub and curled in his lap. The water is soothing, so is the gentle cloth running over your back and shoulders. Only then do you notice Ari is humming, filling the quiet.

“Bear?”

He chuckles deeply, his wet hand cups your head, “Awake now, angel? Are you okay?” His chest vibrates against your face.

“Mhm, tired.” You sink into the comfort, somehow drifting away again. “Never done anything like that…”

“Me too,” He pecks the side of your head, easily turning you around to wash your other side. A silence takes over again, your head lolling to the side as your eyes flutter shut. Ari’s heart swells, those three words on the tip of his tongue. Say it—he tells himself, “You can sleep again, I’ll bring you to bed.”

“Okay, daddy.” You yawn, the water and his presence envelope you. “Good night…”

It’s now or never—well, not never, more like just until you wake up again, but Ari can’t wait another moment. The words spew out of his mouth in one breath. “I love you, angel.”

Your only reply is a quiet, “luh you.”

Ari knows you’re probably delirious. When you gain consciousness in a few hours, you’ll be mortified over your response to his declaration. At least he’ll be there to comfort you and soothe any other worries you have, just like you have for him.

All fears, little and big.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I've always wanted to write a biker au and just had to add some other special characters hehe, also I'm really happy to fill this request for ari.

Thank you for reading ! I'd love to hear your thoughts/feedback !!

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this is what natasha would do 100%

♡ FUCK ME! OWN ME! — natasha romanoff x camgirl!reader

word count: 5758

summary: natasha completely ruins you ♡

warnings: 18+ | brat-tamer!natasha romanoff x bratty!camgirl reader, dubious consent (?), fingering (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, mean mean natasha, pussy slapping, face slapping, cum filled strap, spanking, face fucking, nipple stimulation (slightly ig), age gap (reader is 23 and natasha is 41)

note: I’m such a whore for brat tamer natasha, this idea has been bugging me for the past few days 😵‍💫 hope y’all enjoy! Ps ignore the mistakes 🏃🏽‍♀️

“I know this exciting but.. the only person I’ll be doing the meet up with is the most most highest tipper in this stream! the meet up will be next week and the lucky one who gets to meet up with me gets to do whatever they want with me along with that before the meet up, the winners get to have special video for them as per their request!” the moment you finished, the tips began flooding in and the smile on your cheeks became bigger as you watched the money go from hundreds to thousands, after idly watching the tips come in, the biggest tip you’ve ever received popped up ‘Bl4ckWid0w has donated 20,000 usd’ and your eyes lit up like a christmas tree “wow! thank you so much widow!! that’s a really huge amount, I’ll text you all the details privately” you smiled.

“And to those who didn’t win, it’s okay, if I ever do this again, you will have a chance! Bye-Bye!!”

You ended the live and went to Bl4ckWid0w’s profile, you looked at her account, she had been your long time subscriber and probably one of your biggest donators. You knew nothing about her yet there were times where both you had interacted whether it be her asking you to do something for her by giving you a tip or by texting you to ask your day was, as little it was, you liked it when she asked you about your day, although she didn’t share anything about her, you were accustomed to her presence in your live streams.

Opening the messages you gave her the details, the time she could choose that since next week you were free without anything to do, you anticipated her message but were disappointed when she just texted you to meet up at café that was located 30 minutes away from your place on 21st november at 6:00 pm. ‘What about the video request?’ you questioned her, watching the text bubbles appear and the text come in clear “I don’t need it.” “Oh okay” you replied back. You didn’t believe it, ‘rude.’ you thought people would die to have you make a special video for them but here she was denying it, you wondered what type of a person she was, considering she spoke kind of rude online.

Still you were waiting for 21st november to come by soon.

Natasha had been one of your long time subscribers, discovering you while scrolling mindlessly through a camgirl site, when she first saw you were so inexperienced that it hurt, it was clear to her that you were just another dumb bitch who did this for money, but something about you drew her into your streams everyday, she watched you grow into a somewhat popular and slightly experienced girl, who fucked herself dumb on her biggest dildo, a gift from Bl4ckWid0w, smiling at every tip that came your way.

After working at her well paying but quite stressful job as a forensics psychologist she would come home, eat her food before watching you whore yourself out for millions of people to see, she simply couldn’t help it when her own hand bought her pleasure from watching you.

One day after much consideration she had decided to be a full time tipper to your live streams and she knew that was that best decision she had made when you thanked her for the tip whilst you bounced up and down on the glass dildo, smiling like an idiot while the tears of pleasure slid down your eyes as you chased your high, she thought that it was the most beautiful sight she has ever witnessed.

Natasha smirked as she saw you reply to her message before lying down in bed, falling asleep to thoughts of the things she will be doing to you once she has you with her.

Time flies when you are having fun, soon enough the anticipated 21st november comes knocking at your door. You put on your make up and wore your dress, which was tight around your body, after all you were probably going to end up getting fucked by this woman. You decided to wear stockings and your heels, grabbing your keys you locked the house and got in your car.

After exact 30 minutes you reached your destination. Walking into the threshold, you looked around trying to find the infamous widow. “y/n?” a voice called out for you, you turned to the direction the voice came from and were met with sharp green eyes and features that looked like they were sculpted by the Greek gods themselves. “I’ve been waiting for you” she murmured taking you in fully, the tight fit dress that you wore and the way you looked at her so starstruck.

“Oh hey! I’m sorry if I was late.” you said looking at her, a soft smile on your face. “It’s completely fine, I forgot to put any way to identify me, my fault. My name is Natasha by the way.” “I’m y/n, but you already know that” you giggled awkwardly and Natasha smiled. “Anywho I got us a seat near there, come” she said. Natasha walked over to the seats and you followed her, nervousness slowly slipping into your belly.

The café had a nice ambience, it was comforting and the seat Natasha had reserved offered a nice view to the strangely peaceful beach that was laying outside. “Order whatever you want, I’ll be paying.” Natasha said not even bothering to look at you as she perused the menu. You felt kind of discarded, you thought the person you would be meeting, especially one of your highest tipper, if not the highest, they’d be talking to you non stop, treating you like some queen. Clearly your expectations were too high.

“So.. what do you do, I mean as in your job.” you asked trying to start a conversation. She looked at you “I am a forensics psychologist” you smiled “Oh! I am actually working on psychology degree, it’s so nice to see someone else interested in it, so what aspect of it do you like the most?” Natasha was quite surprised, maybe she wasn’t completely right about you, you didn’t strike her as the type to be, well… smart.

“I mostly took it because I’m extremely interested in studying the human brain and human behaviour. I also liked the crime aspect of it, I guess. I didn’t know you went to college.” Natasha kept her answer short, she didn’t want to reveal too much of her life to someone like you. After all you were nothing but a whore on the internet, you weren’t that interesting in real life, maybe the only good thing about you was your body. You couldn’t help but scowl at her comment, ‘okay so she was rude’ you thought. “Have you decided on what you wanted to order?” she asked still not looking at you.

“Nah not really, the menu is not as colourful as I thought it would be, I’ll just have whatever you’re having” you said dismissively, for a café with such a good ambience the menu really didn’t do it justice. Natasha raised her eyebrow but didn’t question before getting up and going to the counter to place their order.

You watched as the ordered food was placed in front of you “so fast?” you ask. Natasha shrugged “they have customers to serve” “anyways after this we can go to my apartment” she said sitting down. “oh I don’t wanna do that” you certainly weren’t expecting that, well you were but you didn’t really think about the other aspects of well doing a meet up and saying “the winner can do whatever want they want with me” wasn’t quite tasteful but also because Natasha seemed to not be interested in you as a person, she didn’t look at you when you spoke, she had undermined you slightly and just ordered you around to go to her apartment so she could fuck you. Seriously? how inconsiderate of her to not even ask YOU what you wanted to do.

Natasha looked up to see your frownl, she just snorted “Eat your food, it’s gonna get cold. We’ll talk about this outside.” she said. You looked at her ‘oh. my. god.’ you thought this woman couldn’t get anymore infuriating but here she was, finishing up her pasta quickly and waiting for you to finish, she was on her phone, of course why would she look at you, you internally scoffed.

You ate your food silently, occasionally stealing glances of Natasha. You couldn’t deny the fact that the woman was beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. But all of it was gone because she was such a bitch, it wasn’t even funny. You knew from her actions that she liked being in control, too bad for her you always stayed on top.

“I’m done” you said breaking the silence and Natasha just nodded. She motioned a waiter to the table, and took our her credit card “here you go” she said handing the black card to the man. “I don’t know if I want to yknow..” you trailed off. Natasha looked at you before snorting “according to your rules, you said I’d be able to do anything I want to do with you, y/n” your name left her mouth and it felt a like sin when you felt a soft thump in your chest, damn her and damn her hot voice. “I have a lot of things I want to try out, yknow, considering” she leaned closer you watched as her green eyes, fearing that if you looked longer into them, you’d be sucked into a never ending pool, that you didn’t want to be in. “how much you can take.” she finished, leaning back. The soft smile on her face contrasted with the look on her face, you truly felt like a deer caught in headlights right now.

The waiter came back with the receipt and card, Natasha stood up, expecting you to follow her and you did, like a lost puppy, all ready for her. Natasha couldn’t help but smirk, the uncertainty in your eyes, something that was so foreign to your face, usually she had only seen you fucked out and crying, and she couldn’t ward of the wave of excitement that coursed through her when she thought about how she would have you, just like that underneath her in a few moments.

The moment you reached the car, Natasha pulled you in for a kiss. It was so rough yet so sweet— you’d never been kissed like this before, it was a kiss so primal, full of need and urgency. You felt her push into your mouth, tracing every inch inside,a gasp left your mouth and you pushed her away so that you could breathe.

Natasha looked at you “how rude.” she said fixing the shirt that she wore. “Could’ve at least asked me my permission” you snarked back glaring at her while simultaneously trying to ignore the wetness that grew around your thighs. “I’m not some common whore, okay? I did this so I can show my appreciation, I’m not looking to be treated like a slut.” you continued, you hated the way she made you feel, you hated the way she made you wet with one kiss, she was so rough but her eyes were gentle, and you absolutely loathed when you heard her chuckle.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand me for anything” she leaned down “in my eyes, this “event” is nothing but you slutting yourself out for money, after all there is no reason for you to be acting like some puritan” her breath was hot on your face, you flinched when she got even more closer, fuck her and her tallness. You were practically cornered between her and the car “when I’ve seen you come apart in many ways, multiple times in front of millions of people no need to act coy baby, I’m curious to see how well you’ll take me. Now, be a good girl for me and get into my car, before I have to force you in.” she rasped out against your ear, giving it a bite before getting into the drivers seat.

Realising there was no way out of this situation, you decided it was better to get it over with, you’ll just fuck her and leave. Getting in the car, Natasha flashed a smile to you before driving.

Her house was nice, like really nice. It made sense to you how she was able to spend money on you like that, clearly there was no shortage of money when it came to Natasha.

Natasha came behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, she wasted in no time in leaving kisses over your neck. You couldn’t help but whimper. “Wait” you said. “Hmm?” Natasha didn’t stop “I want to be on top” you said no stated. Natasha laughed, “I disagree.” she said “remember sweetheart, you have no right to demand anything. why don’t you stop being a pushover and shut up” Natasha grinned before turning you around. “Oh yea?” you sneered before grabbing her collar, slamming your mouth on to hers.

Natasha growled at the sound of the teeth meeting, she quickly pushed you on to the couch and grabbed your hands pinning them over your head. Her strength was immense, you mused, but continued in trying to take the lead. Both of you didn’t stop until you had to break away to catch your breath. Natasha grabbed your shirt and ripped it off of you, you look at her wide eyed “what the fuck!?” Natasha just looked at you as the answer was obvious. “You’re adorable, trying to take the lead, but it’s pathetic.” she said “you’re infuriating.” “Oh I can be so much more than just infuriating.” She laughed before leaning down to tug at your nipples, they were pierced and the metal just added more onto the sensation.

“F—uck” you breathed out, back arching slightly against her as Natasha’s tongue pressed flat against your left nipple while her thumbs rolled the other one. “N-no not like it, it’ll hurt” you whisper, when Natasha tugged at your nipple, the only semblance of response you got was her smirk. She pinched your nipple as hard as she could while her tongue licked and sucked on the other “AH! D-DONT do that” you yelled, but the pain was so delicious you helplessly rubbed your thighs together.

You couldn’t help but mewl, when she licked your breast again, her hand was now kneading them, her lips downing on your stomach, so close to your core. You felt helpless, completely. Natasha was much more stronger than you, she held your hands pinned with one arm while the other inched closer and closer to your gushing core. You felt the humiliation soak your panties, “fuck you.” you hissed when Natasha gave another pinch to your hardened nub. Natasha didn’t have smile on her face this time, it was so monotone, you watched as she let go of your arms. “Wanna see something” she asked so eerily out of character but maybe she was just giving you a chance. “Yes.”

“Come with me” Natasha walked upstairs and you half naked followed her upstairs, most probably to her bedroom. You’ll show her how much her cockiness will last, you were sure you’ll have her begging.

You entered her bedroom, impressive. The king sized bed the laid in the centre of the room, the velvety blankets looked so inviting, the curtains were closed but you could see the moon light shine through the gaps. There were two large wardrobes, she didn’t strike you as someone who owned a lot of clothes, your assumption was proven correct when Natasha opened the wardrobe to show you the vast collection of sex toys that were in there, you felt your breath hitch.

Natasha reached out into the wardrobe before pulling out a thick strap which probably double the length of your longest strap “I assume you have no problem with this?” she queried “no, in fact that’s exactly something I would like to use.” you said feeling yourself getting a confidence boost, but it didn’t last long when Natasha chuckled “oh baby, who told you will be the one doing the work? you’re so stupid” Natasha mocked you before practically stalking over to you.

“Kneel.” she demanded, when you shook your head and stood your ground, she slapped you. The slap echoed across the room and you were completely flabbergasted “I’ve had enough of your disgusting behaviour, you’re such a spoiled brat aren’t you?” she spat grabbing you forcefully before pushing you down on the ground “fuck you.” you glared at her, but Natasha only looked at you with a smug smile “Now you understand, what you signed up for?” when she received no answer, she sighed “No answer? well I guess I’ll just have to fuck it out of you.”

You watched her adjust her harness over before putting the strap on. You hated to admit the fact that you’re aroused, the wetness that was pooling down was simply humiliating and you knew the moment Natasha saw it she’d mock you to the point you’d rather just crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Open” she said, you were defiant, Natasha felt the anger slowly start simmering inside her. “I said open” you pretended you didn’t hear her, your gaze was on the floor” “Y/N, I won’t say this again, open up you slut” she grabbed your face harshly making you look up at her “make me.” you spat before you could even react another slap so much more harsher slap was delivered on your face, your whole face recoiled from the force of your slap and you couldn’t hold the tears that dripped down your cheek in pain but nor could you ignore how your cunt throbbed at the violent action.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you are going to make this difficult, I’m afraid I’ll have to continue doing this.” She cooed stroking your hair her voice was so sickeningly sweet, something that almost made you want to submit to her and you did.

The sound of your sniffle left your throat before you could even control it and the humiliation of crying in front of her made you sick. But obediently you opened your mouth wide and couldn’t help but feel proud when Natasha smiled and patted your head, a sincere action— the kind of action that made you want to do anything for her. Just so she could do smile like that at you again.

But her gentleness quickly disappeared as she shoved her cock, hitting your uvula. Natasha completely ignored your gagging, the way you choked around her length, all of this continued to add on to her pleasure and soon she sunk into the complete sensation, slamming the strap down into your throat, you could feel the tears slip out and the spit dribble down your chin. “F-uuck you should see yourself right now, I wish I could record this and show this to your fans, you would love that wouldn’t you slut? you would be fucking ruined at the fact that everyone will be able to see you getting fucked like this.” she moaned. You mumbled in disagreement but she just grabbed your hair before increasing her violent pace on your throat “Daddy’s gonna ruin you, yea? fuck you so good turn you into my little cock slut, I bet you’re so wet at that right now, aren’t you bitch?” she growled kicked slightly at your crotch and you cried out in pain and delightful pleasure.

“Shit! if your mouth is like this I wonder how the pussy will be like, I bet you’re gonna welcome it like a fucking whore, bet you get passed around by everyone” Natasha watched as you tried to disagree but could only babble on her dick. “FUCK fuck gonna cum, you better swallow it” she grabbed your hair tighter before pressing her front into your face and soon you felt the sweet liquid slide down your throat.

You absolutely loathed the fact that she was practically forcing you to submit, you had no problem in doing so but because it was Natasha, you didn’t want to. Natasha made you feel all types of things, angry, infuriated and most importantly small. You didn’t know why during the short time you have known her, she had clearly established that you were not person but an object to her and that you’d be below her no matter what, it was demeaning but what’s more demeaning was the fact when she called herself daddy, you couldn’t help but feel something snap inside of you. But you decided to have self control, if Natasha had treated you with some decency instead of manhandling you and forcing you maybe, just maybe you’d be willing to call her daddy, but right now you were not going to give her the satisfaction of you completely submitting to her.

Natasha pulled out of your mouth the strand of cum sticking against your lips, she inhaled sharply “you look even more pretty like this” you glared at her. “Still acting tough, I see. Guess you won’t be broken that easily, huh?” she said more to herself than to you. Natasha grabbed your arm roughly before dragging you and throwing you on to her bed ‘okay. that was hot.’ you wondered how much she worked out, considering how prominent her biceps were even against the fabric of her clothes, your pussy couldn’t help but drool as Natasha got her fingers on you.

“Contrary to how you feel, your pussy loves being treated like this” Natasha said her smile growing as she watched your hole twitch, clit standing at full attention, she pinched it slightly make you jolt up.

Natasha ran her fingers up and down your folds before dipping two fingers into you, a needy whine left your mouth and you thrust your hips out to her fingers. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Natasha husked out, adding two more of her fingers and thrusting deeper into you, the hot sensation of your pussy parting to let her in, so deliciously inviting.

She starting thrusting in to you, so fast and so hard, the moans began slipping out more and you were being plunged more into that sub space, “FUCKK right t-there!!!” you sobbed when Natasha hit a particular spot that made you see stars. The room was filled with the sound of Natasha’s occasional grunts, the sound of your squelching pussy and your moans. The coil in your stomach tightened, “yes. yes. YES!” you felt that pressure build, you were so ready. No vibrator or dildo made you feel like this, you couldn’t deny Natasha was an expert, she knew what to do and where to touch.

It was so so good. You were probably going to have the best orgasm of your life, you didn’t even care if it was Natasha bringing you over the edge, you wanted to reach that edge, you were so close, so close, so full of her fingers until you weren’t. You were hollow, empty, the pleasure was gone just like that. Natasha smiled as she watched your face contort into a dumb founded expression.

“Surely, you didn’t think I was gonna let you cum after what you did.” the tears of frustration glazed over your eyes, you were so close that it hurt. “Why?” you asked “Do you think you deserve to cum after acting like such a spoiled brat?” Natasha asked eyebrows raised, you looked at her like she had done something criminal. “Fuck you.” you hissed.

Natasha chuckled “you’re not making this any better for yourself, yknow? just say it, say it. you know you want to.” Natasha cupped your cunt feeling the wetness dribble down in between her fingers, “now I want to you to count, if you don’t I’ll just do until you’ll be begging me to stop, and even if you beg I won’t stop.” she didn’t even elaborate on what it meant.

The slap that landed on your pussy felt so much more different than the one that landed on your cheek. You whined, but didn’t count. You didn’t even realise when Natasha smiled it wasn’t because of the whine that slipped out your mouth, it was because she loved that you were challenging little thing. So cute you were trying so hard to be all tough but it won’t be long before you were begging for her to breed you like her bitch, all of them did one way or the other.

Another slap this one directly on the clit and you cried out the pleasure running through your veins and you could feel the knot tighten again. Still you didn’t count.

“Come on detka, how long will you deny yourself pleasure. Do you enjoy me slapping your dirty cunt like that?” She sneered as your body twitched against her fingers.

You looked at her but something broke inside you as your eyes met, she was staring at you so intently that it felt wrong, she wanted you to submit to her this bad. You felt your resolve slowly crumble when she reached out to pinch your cheek, the action made you feel little, your brain felt fuzzy at this point. You were sure you had soaked up the sheets and that Natasha had noticed your legs quivering.

Natasha looked at you like you were piece of meat, another slap landed against you and your whined in need “one!” Natasha smirked. Another one “two” you were sobbing openly “fast learner aren’t you” another one on your cunt again and another one, another one, another one, another one, another one and another one. You didn’t even know how many times it had been, you just wanted the release that Natasha was teasing you with. “Please.” you whispered. “Please what?” Natasha asked her own arousal slid down her thigh, you were finally breaking. “I wanna cum, please” this is what she wanted, right? “Come on, you know there’s more than that, go on use your big words, puppy.”

You whimpered with need trying to use puppy eyes on her hoping that was enough “That won’t work. Come on just say the word, say it.” Natasha was slowly winning in her own game, you were just over the edge of falling into her web, once you did, Natasha was close to turning you into your perfect doll. She stroked your pussy again and smiled as your tears slid down your face, lips quivering.

Something inside you completely broke, driven with your own lust. You bucked your hips against her finger “PLEASE, PLEASE DADDY LET ME CUM” you yelled, no sobbed. Hoping that it will be over.

“good.” Natasha watched as you came undone on her palm, she pressed it harshly onto your clit. The muscles loosened, you were nothing but a crying mess for her. You breathed through your mouth, slumping down, unknowingly into her arms.

Natasha smirked before pressing you down on the soft mattress, you looked at her she was still fully dressed while you were half naked, panties ruined with your own cum and your shirt ripped and disregarded somewhere downstairs.

“Spread your legs, pup” Natasha commanded she spat on her strap, the sight made you whimper. “You want this in you?” “yes” you nodded furiously.

“Yes what?” Natasha frowned, were you still going to act tough? “'lease daddy want your cock in me, please” you mewled grabbing Natasha’s hand placing them on your breasts. She smiled smugly before lining her cock against your entrance before fully thrusting you out, both you released sharp moans. “Fuck didn’t expect you to be this tight” Natasha growled when your cunt clenched around her, you let out a long whine “daddy!” as she started fucking into you, so roughly as if she’s taking her anger and frustration out on your cunt, you felt so disregarded, as if you were just cum dump for her, a flesh light she could shove her dick in whenever she pleased.

“m— m feels, sooo good” you moaned gripping the satin sheets. Natasha watched as you writhe underneath her, this was much better than what she imagined, your cunt was holding onto her cock like your life depended on it. “Daddy faster” you begged and “oh fuck aren’t you a good bitch for me” “you feel so good, daddy wants to be in you forever” Natasha moaned against your ear as the harness brushed against her clit.

Her hands wrapped around your throat, gripping it tight enough for you to lose your breathe, all of this just made you want more from her, you wanted her to treat you like her slut, “tell me, tell me what you want from me, y/n” she said squeezing your throat.

“mm” you blabber out, you sniffled the sensation of being dicked down was overwhelming. “too fucked out to speak?” “ngh— fuck me, ruin me please own me I’m yours, yours! daddy please!! wan have your babies ‘lease!” you wrapped your arms round her neck, “gon- cum hhhn” Natasha watched as your cried out against her, your cunt squeezing her so violently, “daddy’s pretty whore, aren’t you?” she grabbed your throat pushing you down on the bed pinning you between the mattress and her, her cock going in and out in such speed that made you drool.

The way Natasha treated you was unacceptable but she made you feel so wanted the way she ordered you around, grabbed you, fucked you- you fucking loved it, you loved it when she called your her little bitch, you wanted her to treat you like that even more.

“daddy come with me please” you whine out, Natasha looked at you, her perfect doll. She felt her own orgasm come over her feeling you press down on her “fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Natasha came inside you and you too came undone for the second time your broken ‘thank you daddy’ were music to her ears.

Natasha looked down at you, you were pressed against her chest, tears still flowing out. “Let’s get you washed up” Natasha easily picked you up, carrying you to her bathroom.

Both of you were inside the warm tub, Natasha had washed your body since you were falling asleep. “y/n?” she asked you let out soft “hm” “get out and get dressed” she said. You looked at her confused “I need to drop you off at your house” she said as it was obvious.

“Wan stay with you, daddy” you whisper snuggling into her neck. She looked at you were you still in the sub space? “No get up or you’ll make daddy angry” your head shot up, the sleepiness going away when she said that “n—no I’m sorry” you apologised getting up and practically rushing out the bathroom, Natasha chuckled as she watched you scurry away, she had you wound around her finger so easily, it was amusing.

You went out the bathroom and you realised that Natasha had ruined your clothes. You decided to sit on the bed and wait for her to come out, while waiting for her to finish up, you kept dozing off.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Natasha’s voice caught your attention “I-I don’t have any to wear” you whisper, slightly embarrassed. Natasha sighed before going to her closet, grabbing a pair of her shirt and pants she tossed them to you, “make it quick” you hurriedly put your clothes on and looked at her “come” she said and left the room.

Both you got out the house it was probably 1 am, you shivered at the cool air and walked closer to her, it was pathetic really how this woman had made you like this, but you liked her, you were sure of it.

Natasha got in the car and so did you “where do you live?” “it’s kinda far” you mumble hoping that it would make her not wanna drive and let you stay with her maybe you both could cuddle and fall asleep together, you wanted that.

“Tell me the directions” and with that she started driving, you told her the way to your house and she didn’t answer, just nodded. She didn’t seem like she was in the mood to talk.

You shyly placed your hand over hers, admiring how big and warm they were compared to yours. Natasha seemed to notice but didn’t make a move to brush it off.

Just like that you fell asleep.

You were woken up by Natasha, “get up, puppy” she cooed stroking your hair. You squinted to look at Natasha who had a soft smile on her face “this is your house right?” she questioned “uh-huh” you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

You got out the car “thanks for dropping me off, Natasha” you said as you looked up at the woman “it was no problem, don’t forget to put some numbing cream on your thighs, I may have gripped them too hard” she said without a hint of shame. You flushed and meekly nodded. There was an awkward silence between the both of you, you decided to cut it by leaning up on your tip toes and pressing your lips against her, she was surprised but reciprocated nonetheless. Breaking the soft kiss you looked down “I really enjoyed tonight.. I hope we can do it again” you said barely above a whisper, you felt her palm on your cheek, stroking it affectionately, you nuzzled into her palm finding comfort in her warmth.

You found yourself be disappointed when she removed it and walked away, she got in the car and slid down the window “next week same time?” she asked and you smiled “okay” and with that she sped off, you stood on the sidewalk watching her disappear into the night. Turning around you walked inside your house, silently hoping that the days would pass on quickly so she could have you once again.

um i am a slut😊

spencer reid x reader x derek morgan

cw 18+ oral (m receiving), daddy kink

“you look so pretty sucking daddy’s cock baby..” you purred, looking down at where spencer was sat on his knees, derek’s cock deep inside of his mouth.

“he does, doesn’t he?” derek spoke, his voice low and seductive, a groan falling from his lips as spencer whined around his cock at both of your praises.

spencer slowly started bobbing his head on morgans cock, his tongue running along the sensitive underside of dereks cock, causing derek to throw his head back an moan as spencer’s warm, wet mouth enveloped him.

you smiled as you watched the scene in front of you, before turning your head towards derek’s to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. you drank in his moans, eyes opening slightly to see spencer staring up at you, his pupils blown with lust.

you broke apart from derek, both of you looking down towards spencer, his eyes watering as he gagged slightly or derek’s length.

you laughed lightly as you looked lower, spencer’s cock standing up against his stomach, the now red tip leaking against him.

“look how much he enjoys choking on your cock.. such a slut.” you laughed sadistically.

“wanna choke some more baby?” derek asked. spencer nodded his head the best he could and whined lightly around derek’s cock, the vibration causing him to gasp and buck lightly into spencer’s warm mouth.

you watched as derek brought his hand down to tangle in spencer’s soft curls, and smiled as he pushed spencer’s head further down on his cock, before pulling him back up, so his mouth only wrapped around the tip.

spencer moaned louder, tears dripping down his cheeks as derek used him for his own pleasure, his own cock twitching and leaking more pre come against his stomach.

derek came with a shout, slamming spencer down on his cock so that he swallowed all of his hot release.

"please tell me you're not a minor"💀💀

I’m Always Around

Megan Fox x Reader

Word Count: 1762

Warnings: Abuse/ control issues, shitty mgk, teacher/student

The final bell rang signifying that the school day was over. Everyone was rushing but I took my time packing up my things. I wasn’t really excited to head to practice.

Don’t get me wrong I love my team and I love basketball, but I hate my coach. Mr.Kelly has it out for me and I’m not sure why.

I exited the classroom and took my time heading to the gym. As I turned down the hall I heard a small debate.

“ Come on Megan I’ve been asking you to go out with me for 3 years. You have to say yes at some point.”

I saw the woman roll her eyes,“ No I don’t Mr.Kelly. I would’ve thought after 3 years of saying no you’d realize I wasn’t interested in you.”

I saw anger spread across Mr.Kelly’s face as he stalked closer to the woman. He had her trapped between a wall of lockers and himself.

It didn’t take much thought from me to get involved in whatever was happening here.

“ Hey coach,” as soon as he heard my voice he backed off the woman. I spared a glance her way,“ Hey Ms.Fox.”

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this shit is so cute

Elementary Masterlist

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x teacher!reader

series rating: E (minors DNI, 18+ only, single dad!joel, smut to come)

summary: You’re Sarah’s fifth grade teacher, and after meeting her father at a parent/teacher conference, you find yourself developing a strong interest and affection for the two struggling Millers.

chapters marked with * indicate explicit content. minors DNI.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three*

Chapter Four*

Chapter Five*

Chapter Six*

drabble: the bakesale*

drabble: out of my depth

Chapter Seven*

drabble: the night out

Chapter Eight*

drabble: the perfect fit

drabble: the distraction*

drabble: a hard day

drabble: winter break

Chapter Nine*

drabble: a helping hand

drabble: dad duty

drabble: christmas 2006

Finale*

drabble: the gift

drabble: the show of appreciation*

drabble: the ranch*

!!!

harry potter p.links

disclaimer: the whole of this post contains porn links. watch at your own discretion.

ii. videos that are less than 20 seconds will be noted accordingly.

iii. kinks/content in videos will be noted accordingly.

iiii. marauders era + golden era characters included; men and women included.

iv. approximately ninety-seven (97) links have been used in this post.

❀ MARAUDERS ERA ❀

Remus Lupin

tail butt plug + fucking

oral, fingering, squirting + fucking

bunny butt plug + fucking

fucking professor!remus + size kink

anal w/ soft!dom!remus + restraints

professor!remus checking out your "pretty pussy”

professor!remus rubbing one out for you in the bath

professor!remus fingering you under the table during a tutoring session in the library

remus toying with your panties [16 sec]

double penetration; vaginal sex + dildo [14 sec]

eating you out

James Potter

tit worship

mutual masturbation

sweet hand stuff

james playing with your pussy + facesitting

dom!james fingering + teasing

teasing

cowgirl + sub!james sucking your tits

sub!james being needy; hand job + fucking

dad’s best friend!james fingering you in his car

sub!james sleepily eating you out

sub!james eating you out blindfolded

“cuddling”; fingering

Sirius Black

cumming in your mouth

slow fucking + tummy bulge

face slap + choking while fucking [3 sec]

anal + cumming + size kink

slapping + choking + hair pulling w/ tattooed!sirius

spitting + oral (male!receiving)

spanking + degradation

Regulus Black

fucking your ass with a butt plug

riding + skirt & breeding kink

soft make-out session that leads to a bit more

choking + breeding kink

Jily

fucking lily while james watches

pt.2 fucking lily with a vibrator

Wolfstar

hard!dom!remus throat fucking you while hard!dom!sirius slaps your tits

Marauders

tail end of getting gang banged, and one of them is finishing inside you [14 sec]

Lucius Malfoy

anal + fingering [3 sec]

rough sex

humiliation + spanking + fingering

rough sex + spanking

Narcissa Malfoy

mommy dom + strap

young!narcissa + fucking for the first time

she uses a vibrator on you

fingering + finger sucking

narcissa's in love with the way your ass feels in her hands

naked makeout sesh <3 [10 sec]

❀ GOLDEN ERA ❀

Draco Malfoy

shower handjob

tit worship

fucking you in doggy, and he can’t get his eyes off ur asshole

fucking you from behind + light hair pulling + light slapping + hands around your neck (no choking)

draco eating you out

punishment; spanking + fingering

mutual masturbation

Theo Nott

riding + titty sucking

fucking you standing up + restraints

soft sex

rough fingering + a little bit of oral (male!receiving)

Blaise Zabini

throat fucking

soft sex

fucking you in the club's bathroom

riding him + spanking

Fred Weasley

rough fucking + slight manhandling

blindfolded + oral (fem!receiving)

overstim; fingering

fingering + oral (fem!receiving)

George Weasley

sideways sex

jerking him off [15 sec]

hitting it from behind

thigh riding + tail butt plug

sub!george + playing with his cock

Ron Weasley

sucking him off + face slapping

fucking you from behind + one (1) spanking [13 sec]

innocence kink + teasing + slow sex

eating you out

edging sub!ron

Harry Potter

reverse cowgirl + outdoor sex

harry cumming inside you

sub!harry + cum play + overstim + vaginal sex

sub!harry eating you out

pegging

Neville Longbottom

switch!neville eating you out

sitting on his face

starts out soft, ends rough; vaginal sex

Ginny Weasley

overstim; fingering + thigh-slapping

double-sided dildo

using the same vibrator on the two of you + grinding

teasing + playing w/ ur pussy

Hermione Granger

eating her out

fingering + eating out sub!hermione

fingering her

riding her strap

she's fingering you

Pansy Parkinson

hard!dom!pansy + rough fingering

fingering you

dom!pansy + strap + spanking pt.2

dom!pansy + light choking + light tit play + playing w/ ur pussy

USELESS

keso if u see this DONT JUDGE.

Yandere Barbie Headcanons

Posted: 07/26/23

Title: Yandere Barbie Headcanons

Yandere Barbie x GN Reader

Word Count: 1007

Barbie Story List/ Master List/ Requests Here

Warnings: yandere, NSFW, NON-CON, kidnapping

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Love the thought of her going yandere for the human who plays with her.

Protective and possessive.

You're her human, and she's your Barbie

She believes that because she loves you so much, then you must love her just as much. After all, weird Barbie did tell her that Barbies reflect their humans.

She "escapes" Barbieland to be with you.

"I have to find them! It's I'm miss something inside me and I think my human will be able to fix it! They'll make me all better."

"Ken...Ken!" He snaps his attention to her, pulling him away from the conversation he was having with you. "Take like 5 steps back." She demands of him. He smiles brightly. "Of course, Barbie." He takes the five steps. She scrunched her nose, unsatisfied. "Five more." He smiles like a dumb puppy doing a trick. "Of course, Barbie." Again, she demands five steps after five steps till he's across the street. "That's better." She says, wrapping her arms around you and then rubbing her nose against your cheek. You huffed as Ken gives you an innocent thumbs up.

If you accept her love, it is because she is reflecting your feelings. You grew up with a crush on Barbie and always wanted to be with a stronger, smart, and feminine woman like her.

It's never girl's night anymore. It's always a sleepover with you.

Accepting her love means she'll become human for you and live in the real world.

Vacations to Barbieland. She lowkey tries to flex her stuff to you.

She gives you the best makeovers.

You are not friends with Ken because she won't let you. If he didn't have a crush on her, then maybe she would feel differently, but she's not risking anything coming between you two.

"We should get married!" She announced excitedly after about two months of dating. "I don't know, Barbie. It's kinda soon..." She rolls her eyes. "So? I was made for you, remember? This could never go wrong!" You think for a moment before agreeing. "Yay!! But we have to have it in Barbie land because this day has to be perfect!" She begins to pace around. "I'll have a ball gown dress with pastel pink highlights and sparks! Oh! And pink flowers... and a pink altar-" You cut her. "So an all-pink sparkly wedding?" She looks at you with an awed expression. "That's a great idea!"

If you reject her love,

"For the last time! Go back to Barbieland because I don't love you!" You yell at Barbie. She goes quiet and begins to cry. "Of course you love me... I'm our Barbie. I reflect you..." She learns the hard way that she didn't get her crazy love from you. Perhaps it's just a malfunction.

She doesn't like your world, so she'll kidnap you with Ken's help. Then bring you back to Barbieland.

Ken helps Barbie push your unconscious body around on rollerblades. "You know this is like couple bonding." She gives him a look. "I can't bond with them if they're unconscious, Ken." His smile twitches as he makes sure you don't fall off the snowmobile. "I meant us because we're-" she cuts him off pissed. "Shut up, Ken!"

Imagine waking up on her bed with pink shibari binding you and a hot pink heart gag in your mouth. "Good morning!" Barbie waltzed into her room. "Mmh!" She holds a hand over her heart. "Aww. I love you too!"

She doesn't really feel like she needs to keep you tied up because she thinks that once you see how perfect Barbieland is you'll love it.

She was incredibly confused when you started running around screaming for help. You beg the other Barbies and Ken's, but they don't help. How could they when they don't even know what kidnapped means? "Barbie!" Stereotypical Barbie smiles at President Barbie. "Yes, madam, President?" She asks while you continue to run around screaming and crying on the beach. "You MUST do something about your reckless human! They're disturbing the peace of our town." Your Barbie was quick to nod. "I understand. I just thought if they saw how wonderful Barbieland is, they wouldn't be so scared." President Barbie thinks for a moment. "You think humans would be used to change... well, for the time being, please keep them to your home once they are more well adjusted, you may integrate them into our society. Understand?" Barbie smiles. "Yes, madam, President."

Because Barbie doesn't have genitalia she can't technically have sex with you. However, as she learns more about humans she learns that there are ways to give pleasure to a partner or receive pleasure without genital being involved.

As soon as she learns about making out, she's all over you. "Stay still!" She huffed, trying to hold your face in place.

Barbie also hasn't learned about the consent that goes along with these activities. There, for you, give a lot of unwanted attention from her or borderline rape. She'll undress you to "learn" or "explore" your human anatomy. When she discovered what oral sex is, she does a LOT of "exploring".

Don't forget there aren't many walls to Barbies house. So all the other Barbies and Ken can have and will get an eyeful of what goes on in her bedroom. Not that Barbie minds. She may even have to tied up teasing you with a vibe on your genitalia while casually talking to her neighbor Barbie.

"Mhm!" You sobbed into the heart-shaped gaged begging to cum. Barbie sigh. "Hold on a moment." She politely says to her neighbor. "Oh, take your time." They responded before your Barbie turns to you. "Honey, I know you're excited, but please, I'm in the middle of a conversation. It's rude to interrupt." At this point, she knows what she's doing. "Agh, Mhmm!" You try to scream at her. "Mmm... if I let you cum will you promise me you'll behave?" You nodded quickly. "Fine. You may cum." You cum all over her bed before you fall unconscious.

Barbie may unintentionally kill humans that are close to you. She knows what death and dying are, but she doesn't know what the limits for humans are.

.............no comment

Hi can you do a sub!James and he is sucking on our titis and we keep pulling them away and he starts whining and eventually starts crying thanks bye

Frustration || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 2885

A/N: I love this request but I'm not sure the vibes of the piece did it justice I just hope that you all more or less enjoy it! I meant to get this out yesterday but I didn't have the time, I'm hoping to get back to a more normal writing schedule though

Warnings: mommy!kink I don't know why you're surprised honestly, titty sucking, teasing, crying, poly relationship

Masterlist

James’ day had been a miserable ordeal. After dragging himself from classroom to classroom, barely summoning the energy to keep his head up he had landed in the place that had always provided him the most solace. That being of course the soft cushions of your tits.

The minute you’d entered your boyfriends’ dormitory you’d found it empty aside from James who was sitting on the edge of Sirius’ bed. It being closest to the door must’ve meant that he was simply too tired to drag himself the extra ten feet to his own bed, the thought made your chest tighten. Poor baby.

Worry furrowed your brow as you drank in his appearance, usually broad shoulders pulled straight seemed to curl in on themselves leaving him looking half the size he usually did. His eyelids were drooping under the weight of long, dark lashes, hiding pretty hazel eyes that usually lit up the minute you entered the room.

Today however, it seemed as though he didn’t even register your presence. That had been your first clue as to something was off with your boy.

“Jamie?” You murmured, it was then that he finally turned to see you, the smallest of smiles tugging upwards at his lips.

The sleepy look on his face was nothing absent of absolutely adorable, he’d already shed himself of his shoes, bag and school robes, each scattered about the relatively clean room. Looking at him you resisted the urge to launch yourself into his lap and curl up with your head resting against his chest.

A warmth swelled in your chest as you made your way towards James and the sleepy smile adorning his lips grew until it broke out into a full fledged smile and he was parting his legs so that you could slip between them. Your arms automatically slinging themselves across his shoulders, crossing one over the other behind his neck.

“Are you feeling okay, pretty boy?” Came your hushed voice as you ran your fingers raked through the mess or tangled curls atop his head, scratching against his scalp lightly as you watched him lean into your touch.

“M a little sleepy Mommy.”

At the use of the pet name your hand slid down from James’ scalp to his cheek where you cradled the side of his face, tipping his visage upwards. Your thumb rubbed lazy circles along his bottom lip before slipping it just past the seal of his red, plump lips.

With as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his fatigued state James accepted your digit into his mouth, suckling the finger as his hands ventured upwards to find yours, using both to anchor your palm ensuring you couldn’t pull away.

You knew James like the back of your hand and when he was like this there was but one thing that would provide him the comfort he so desired. You were more than ready to give it to him, the only issue being that that would require removing your finger from his mouth.

Slowly but surely you managed to slip your finger from his pretty pink lips, drawing a perturbed whine from the boy.

“Mommy,” He whimpered, pushing his bottom lip out in a pathetic little pout as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his front, “Why’d you pull away your finger?”

“Thought I would give you something better to suck on,” You offered with a playful tilt of your head.

You simpered as he visibly perked up, hoping so desperately that you were talking about what he thought you were.

“Y’tits Mommy?” He asked tentatively, almost as if the words themselves would make you change your mind.

You hummed your assent as you ran a palm down the smooth, hard planes of his back, savoring the solid feeling of him below beneath your touch, “You gonna take my top off baby or do you not want my titties?”

Frantic shakes of his head quickly followed your words and solid fingers flew to the hem of your shirt where the bottom most button resided. His hands stalled as big hazel eyes cast themselves upwards to meet your gaze, silently asking for permission before removing your top which you quickly granted, leaning down to press the most delicate kiss against the tip of his nose.

In a matter of seconds James had revealed the soft sloping planes of your stomach and began smearing sloppy, open mouthed kisses against the delicate skin there, trails of saliva gleaming in the light as goosebumps arose on your skin. His lips on you were like magic and you couldn’t help but arch your back, needing his touch.

As his fingers slipped the final button through its hole you eagerly shrugged the garment off your shoulders, paying it no mind as your hands flew behind you, finding the clasp of your bra and making quick work of it to present your bare tits to the slobbering boy in front of you.

His jaw dropped seemingly to the floor like he hadn’t seen your tits dozens, Merlin, hundreds of times and you watched his fingers itch at his sides.

“They’re all yours, darling.”

“Mine?”

“Yours,” You agreed, smiling as his large hands grasped your waist, encircling it as he pulled you over his lap and laid you down, flat on your back.

You let out a giddy giggle at the abrupt movement. This was one of the things you so loved about James, it was these displays of his insurmountable strength that excited you. Despite said strength, despite the fact he could throw you around like he just had he only did when you permitted him to, only when you willed it.

Big, strong boy on his knees for you, awaiting your instruction. Godric, he made for a pretty sight.

“Y’so strong Jamie,” You praised as a delicate hand gripped his bicep, loving the pretty pink blush that dusted across the apples of his cheeks.

“Thank you Mommy,” He said bashfully, “Can I suck on your titties now? Please?”

With just a single nod of your head he was ducking his, finding himself in what had always been his most favorite place.

Cradled between the soft mounds of your tits he felt the stress and exhaustion from the day radiate him, wave after wave emanating from his wilted form.

Slotting your pert nipple between the pillowy cushions of his lips his eyes fluttered closed as he began suckling lazily, whimpering as he wiggled his body so that almost every inch of him had some sort of contact with you. The feeling of his skin against yours was addictive and as much as it was for him, hoping to do anything that would work to soothe the poor boy, the feeling of his body against yours sent warmth shooting to every nook and cranny of your body, warming you from the inside out.

“You like sucking on my nipple don’t you pretty baby?”

Instead of pulling off your nipple to answer your question properly James hummed his assent around it, causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through you at the sensation.

“Ah ah ah Jamie, come on, you know how to properly answer me when I ask you a question,” You chaisted, gently easing his mouth off your tit so that he could answer you verbally. Despite his vehement resistance at being separated from your tit he reluctantly let go, not wanting to hurt you by insisting on latching on.

“Now come on, answer me like the good boy I know you are,” You encouraged with a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Mommy, want your titty please, love it so much, please,” He helplessly opened and closed his mouth, like a helpless little guppy, desperate to latch back onto the comfort of your breast.

“Please,” He pleaded, displaying his best puppy eyes in hopes of convincing you.

As always they did the trick and you gently guided his awaiting mouth back to your tit, closing your eyes as he began suckling once more.

The two of you laid there in peace and calm, James feeling himself uncoiling after his tiring day and you simply melting under his touch, always so gentle. The way he touched you you’d think he was handling fine china, gentle caresses up and down your arms, a palm resting against your hip, having slipped under the hem of your skirt, all done with the utmost care.

You weren’t quite sure how long you’d laid there with him, the picture of peace and serenity, but you were almost certain he’d drifted off into a light sleep. Even in his sleep he registered the din coming from the staircase that would eventually lead to the dorm.

Letting out an annoyed whine he sucked harder at your tit, one hand moving to cup the swell of your breast.

“Sounds like we’re getting company Jamie.”

Just seconds after you spoke the solid oak door to the dorm swung open, revealing the smiling mischievous faces of Sirius and Remus, flushed from running.

Running from what?

Now, that was the question.

“Shhh,” You tried to quiet the boys as they sauntered into the room, hoping that they would take pity on the clearly tired boy hanging off your side and keep their voices down for the sake of their boyfriend.

Wishful thinking.

“Aww look Moons, the baby’s nursing,” Sirius taunted, eyes immediately locking on his form, shedding the leather jacket he favored to his school robes as he made his way to the side of the bed closest to James’ curled up figure.

“Don’t be mean Siri, you know it helps him relax,” You glared at him warningly as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, hand immediately going to card through James’ curls.

“Is that right?” Remus inquired, slipping in behind Sirius, lifting the thick curtain of raven hair off his neck to gently kiss the skin that resided there, “Does it relax our little Jamesie?”

James let out yet another disgruntled whine as he opened his eyes up to small slits, just enough to glare at his boyfriends, never relenting on his sucking.

There was nothing the two dogs enjoyed more than teasing James deeper into subspace, always remaining conscious of boundaries.

“I’m sorry for making fun of you Jamesie,” Rem apologized, leaning in so that his face was hovering mere inches over Jamesie’s, “Could I have a kissie please?”

After contemplating it James eased himself off your nipple, not without a small whimper of course, and stretched his neck, lips puckering to meet Remus’.

Remus’ hand slipped under James’ mandible, supporting his drooping head as his lips interlocked with his. Even from your position sitting back you could see as the werewolf’s tongue effortlessly broke the seal of the slightly smaller boy’s lips, delving into the warm enclave of his mouth.

The other boy’s lips seemed to provide James almost as much comfort as your tit but that didn’t mean that as they each pulled away breathlessly that James wasn’t settling his head right back down on your breast.

“Not so fast, I want a kissie too Jamesie, s’only fair.” Sirius insisted, hand finding James’ jaw and using his grip to pull his face back up, giving him no choice but to release your nipple.

James’ whines were quickly swallowed by Sirius as he embraced his boyfriend in a deep, passionate kiss, nipping at his bottom lip as he pulled their two bodies closer to each other. You’d always find it endearing that despite Sirius being significantly smaller than Jamie he was like putty in his hands and never failed to become malleable under his touch.

Once Sirius finally relinquished his grasp on James his head was once again falling to your tit, mouth already open before he even neared your boob.

“Not so quick there baby,” Sirius caught James’ face before it could drop once more, “Remmy got a kiss, I got a kiss, it’s (Y/N/N)’s turn is it not? It sounds only fair to me.”

“I think you’re right, Pads,” Remus chimed in, “Go on Jamie, give your Mommy a kiss.”

“But want her titties,” He whined, speaking for the first time since you were joined by the boys you affectionately referred to as your “dogs”.

“You wouldn’t want her to feel left out would you?” Sirius asked with mock worry as he tipped his head to the side, by now he’d perfected his fake pouting.

You were all too happy to accept James’ lips as they grazed yours, keeping the kiss gentle compared to the ones you witnessed between him and the other boys. Regardless it was still as though that kiss fed your soul with the feeling of James’ lips against your own.

You allowed his lips to glide down the side of your face, trailing down the soft skin of your neck, then your collar bone before finding your tit again and right as he moved to make it back into his mouth Remus’ low baritone cut through the room.

“I don’t remember you asking if you could suck (Y/N)’s tit James,” You watched with a smirk as James responded to Remus’ authoritative tone.

“But Mommy said-”

“I’m sorry I should rephrase,” Remus amended, “I don’t remember you asking me if you could suck on (Y/N)’s tit.”

James’ hazel optics flickered up to your face, looking at you to tell Remus that you’d granted him permission to your tit but you were both aware that Remus pulled rank over you. Remus pulled rank above everyone and if he said you needed permission you needed permission.

“If Remmy said you gotta ask bubba,” You pressed a kiss against his hairline, “Then you gotta ask.”

“But....”

When you all stayed silent, awaiting smirks atop each of your lips as you all watched James, waiting for him to fulfill Remus’ request.

Finally he relented, “Please, can I suck Mommy’s titty?” Though his words were obedient his tone was that of a temperamental toddler but regardless Remus granted him his request and it was only seconds before you felt the warm wetness of his mouth wrap around your nipple, saliva smearing across the rest of your tit as he struggled to find a good hold.

“Sounds like our pretty boy had a long day and could use some time to rest,” Your eyes fluttered from the dark curls atop James’ head to where Remus and Sirius sat with the latter practically in the bigger boy’s lap.

“As much as he might need it we’ve got Quidditch practice doll and it's time to get ready,” Sirius pushed himself up off the bed, starting to ease James away from you but the minute your nipple slipped from the confines of James’ mouth he was sniffling, sobs instead of whines falling from his lips as salty tears weighed down on his lower lashes.

“Don’t wanna go,” James cried, curling up closer into your side as he refused to move, “Want your titty Mommy please, s too much.”

“Shhh s’okay pretty baby,” You soothed as combed his hair out of his face, throwing a glare at Sirius to which he raised his hands in the air.

“Siri’s sorry, he didn’t mean to upset you. Yeah there we go,” You urged, helping him ease back onto your tit, “Stay right here baby. Si, maybe you can lead practice today?” You asked, raising an expectant brow.

After a gentle kick at his calf from Remus, Sirius relented, moping about as he got ready for practice, mumbling something about “promotion” and “assistant captain”.

It wasn’t until Sirius left the room, and Remus, sensing James needed time alone with you, drifted off down the staircase, most likely to the library to work on his studies, that James melted back into you like he had before you’d been interrupted.

In the quiet of the room you realized that you could still hear the faint sniffles coming from the boy on top of you, craning your head you saw that salty tears had pooled on the apples of his cheeks, nose red from crying.

“Are you okay pretty boy? You get overwhelmed?”

James nodded his head, adjusting his hold on your tit.

Your heart broke at the pathetic little noises that escaped from James’ mouth, wanting nothing more than to kiss his tears away and make him feel safe. Though you and your other boys had fun teasing James when it came to his infatuation with you, as though Sirius and Remus didn’t share in said infatuation, it wasn’t the verbal teasing that had tipped James over the edge, it was the being separated from the one thing he’d looked forward to all day.

“I’m sorry Jamesie, we didn’t mean to overwhelm you, thought we were having fun,” You frowned as you observed his face, “Wasn’t too much fun though was it?”

“Just want your titties Mommy,” He explained, voice muffled around the soft tissue of your boob, “That’s all.”

“Alright then Jamie,” You granted, running your fingers through his dark waves as you closed your eyes and let your head tilt back, hoping sleep would take the invitation and wash over you sooner rather than later, “Just go ahead and suck.”

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