Kneel Before Your Queen | Ksj

there are nawt enough stories and imagines reflecting how much I would let tenoch destroy my throat. just a ridiculously beautiful and charming man, but crumbs on here. crumbs!!!!! I hope for the second week of bp:wk out there are more

shameless

pairing: namor x (f)reader

word count: 548

warnings: eighteen+ content, m receiving oral, mentions and implications of past sexual encounters, deep throating on the beach basically, poetic af, no spoilers but let’s pretend that certain things didn’t happen and this makes sense, a bit of dirty talk, a touch of forbidden relationship, reader is from wakanda.

note: here’s a crumb from a whore who is also scouring every part of the internet for more content of this man!!!

The beach is quiet at night. The calm movements of the waves mingling with the hum of insects in the trees make for a peaceful symphony, that even the most lonesome hearted could feel serenity from.

It’s why you found yourself down here when you couldn’t sleep. Sand between your toes, your weight sinking into it like a welcome abyss. The sounds of the ocean, of nature, bringing a peace of mind to your ever racing thoughts on most nights.

You liked the alone time.

Liked to be left with only you and the water. As if it washed away every mental ailment that stung you that day, that week—month. A refreshing breath of air.

A ritual that morphed itself into something forbidden when he began showing up.

Your alone time turning into something shared with someone you should have turned your back to. Should have made your way back up the sand the first night he appeared out of the water.

Anger. Fear. Anything other than acceptance should have soiled your once peaceful time. Should have kept you from returning every night.

Not being the reason why you kept returning.

That anger and fear never showing up, when he always did.

You wondered if he waited for you. Every night. To see your silhouette darken the shore as he waited just below the surface.

Like a predator waiting for its prey.

You should hate him.

Hating him was easier than whatever these meetings turned into.

Going from something innocent, a way to not be alone, water and oil meeting and trying to learn to be one; to something you should feel ashamed over.

The quiet of the beach now tainted, soiled, with sounds of mouths pressed together, moans, skin on skin.

Just as the anger and fear never showed neither did the shame. You knew if you dug deep enough there might be hatred and guilt aimed at yourself—where it should be aimed at him.

Both unfair when you really thought about it. Unfair for you to feel hatred when its route cause felt so good.

Unfair for you to aim hatred at him when there had been no forcing, no convincing, no manipulation to get you like this. To start this. To continue it.

You had other things to hate him for. But this was not one of them.

Even after that first night when he had left your bottom covered in sand, thighs soaked from your arousal and his mouth; guilt and hatred were washed away with his tongue, like the waves he disappeared in.

That’s why it’s no surprise the only thing you feel right now as tiny stones in the sand dig into your knees, throat feeling raw, jaw aching, deep groans sounding from above you—is pleasure.

The peace of the night ruined by wet sputters.

“What would your queen say if she saw you like this?” Namor’s tone is rough and lust riddled. Hips snapping forward as his fingers dig into the back of your skull, as he keeps your mouth attached to his cock, as he uses your mouth, your tongue—your throat—as nothing more than something to conquer, claim. There’s a smirk on his lips when you look up at him, as drool runs down your chin. “Shameless. Perfect,” he grunts.

Always Obey Izogie

summary: disobeying izogie is possibly the worst idea on earth.

pairing: izogie x black!reader

warnings: 18+, oral, fingering, self-indulgent for my izogie addiction

The heavy door swung open before slamming shut, and Izogie's footsteps rang against the floor as she moved quickly, making her way to where you were. She knew you'd be waiting for her. You always did, and as you perked up at her presence in the room, she felt the tension inside of her grow more.

"My love," you greeted gently, but the excitement inside of you leaked out through how brightly your eyes shined at the sight of her.

Just looking at Izogie had the ability to make your mouth water. You were sure that it was a truly pathetic fact, but you couldn't help the way she had you wrapped around her finger.

Izogie did not waste much time as she greeted you with a soft peck on your lips before pressing two fingers to them and pushing for you to open your mouth for her. You obeyed and she sank her fingers deep into your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat. As your eyes watered, you brought your hands up to grasp her forearm, seeking comfort just from holding any part of her.

"My gorgeous girl," she cooed, a cocky smile forming on her face as she admired the way you sucked on her fingers.

Izogie knew she had earned the right to be cocky. She was a fierce warrior, a beautiful one at that, and she had who she deemed the most beautiful woman in the world as her lover. She wasn't sure she could be higher than she was already.

"I missed you," she said softly, as she let her fingers swirl in your mouth before pulling them out and bending down to your level to smile in your face. "Did you miss me?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. Izogie had been gone for a week and you always had the fear that she may not come home to you. However, when she burst through the door ready to give you her all, the giddiness that filled you was uncontrollable.

"You know I did," you respond, scrunching your nose at her before pressing your forehead to her own. "I always miss you."

She pressed her lips to yours once more before pushing your shoulders down to the bed. Your mouth parted to protest. You wanted to serve Izogie this time. She'd been off nearly getting herself killed and she deserved to be praised for once.

"Izogie, allow me to-"

She shook her head and shot you a sharp look that let you know not to dispute her wish to please you.

"I want to taste you," she said sternly before pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder blades.

"But, you've been-"

"Did you hear me?" she questioned. "I want to taste you. Why do you disobey my requests?"

You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off again.

"Always what, my love?" she asked, looking to you for a reply.

"Always obey, Izogie," you breathed in response, her fingers gripping your waist.

"That is right," she responded, pleased and nodding her head with a confident smile.

She continued leaving her kisses all over you, the warmth of her mouth on your skin lighting you up inside and out. You wondered how she knew exactly how to please you without even undressing you. Izogie was perfect for you and to you and you couldn't begin to fathom how it was possible for her to treat you so well.

A soft breath escaped you as Izogie's hands squeezed your hips so hard that you'd probably be a little sore there later. She finally stopped her kisses as she made her way to your hip bones, pulling down the skirt that covered them. She slid the garment down your legs and past your ankles and you felt yourself shying as her eyes took you in. That all went away when she pushed your legs apart and you heard her inhale the scent of you, eyes making contact as she smirked at you from between your legs.

"You are perfection," she told you before pressing a kiss directly to your clit before moving her head back to look at you.

"Izogie, please do something," you requested, tiring of the way she just sat there staring at you without touching you.

"Am I not allowed to admire your beautiful cunt, hm?" she asked, quickly slipping her finger between your folds before letting it reappear and admiring the wetness that coated it.

You inhaled, already missing the feeling of her touch.

"For me?"

You nodded in response.

"Speak up, my love," she commanded of you before taking her finger in her mouth and allowing herself a taste of you, causing you to lose the words that had been forming in your mind.

Her eyes never left you as she savored the taste of you, awaiting your response.

"Always obey, dear," she reminded, finally taking her finger from her lips. "Is it for me?"

"Yes, Izogie. It is always for you."

She didn't respond, just pressed her mouth against your cunt for another taste of you, tongue coming out to lick around your clit before prodding against your hole. You shuddered and the hairs on your body stood up from the contact.

A quiet whimper came from you as she pushed her tongue in further before pulling it out again and she laughed lowly against you, the vibrations making your legs shake.

"Can I hear you?" she asked you, fingers pressing against your thighs. "Let me hear that pretty voice. I have been deprived of it all week."

You weren't about to let her tell you to obey again. You'd been down that road before and it always ended with you begging Izogie to release. The noise you let out, however, didn't have to be forced as Izogie pushed a slender finger all the way inside of you and curled it, finding the sensitive spot inside you immediately. She knew your body so well that she could tell exactly what actions made you scream for her.

"Mmm, you sound wonderful," she hummed in satisfaction before adding another finger.

Your hips writhed against her and she looked up at you in warning. Izogie didn't have to say a word. You knew exactly what her eyes were saying: Be still. Whether you would be able to obey was a different story.

As she brought her thumb to massage your clit, your hand flew to the back of her head almost involuntarily, trying to press further against her. She pulled away and glared before standing up and putting her arms behind her back. Her posture resembled that of when she was instructing trainees and you shuddered, understanding the fear that those in training had when stood that way.

"You tell me that you will always obey me, yet you do the opposite. Is my authority a joke to you, my love?"

You vigorously shook your head, already having an idea of how this was going.

"Igozie, I will, I promise that-"

She clicked her tongue and silently you immediately, eyebrow raising as she moved to lean against the wall.

"You will do as I say and I will consider relieving you if you obey," she told you, bringing her hands in front of her to stand more comfortably. "Touch yourself and I will tell you when to stop. Finish before I allow you and you will deeply regret it, my dear."

You stared at her blankly, breath catching in your throat and almost unable to move. Her eyes drifted directly to your core as she waited for you to process her words.

"Always obey Izogie," she told you, smirking and not allowing her eyes to look away as you slowly brought your hand down and did as she said.

With Izogie in charge, you were in for an incredibly long evening.

“You couldn’t keep charge, could you?”

Pairing: Sub!Namjoon x Switch!reader (domme leaning) 

Description: When Y/N first met Namjoon, he insisted that it was up to him to take charge in the bedroom. When they begin those bedroom activities, it is quickly proven that Joon is all bark and no bite, which leaves room for y/n to rightfully take control from him

Contains: penetration, degradation, choking, finger sucking, nipple play, hair pulling (female receiving at first), confusion, daddy kink

A/n: so……I’m having a bit of a writers surge moment and I’m here for it. Also, I’m having a bit of a sub!Namjoon moment so please bear with me. I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s only a small Drabble anyway

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Sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the shared bedroom of y/n and Namjoon. Joon pounded into y/n as best he knew how, eliciting small sounds out of the woman in front of him. Though his cock was big and usually had his past partners screaming, y/n wouldn’t let up. Nothing he did made her twitch or moan louder at all.

Namjoon grabbed her tresses and began pulling them, exchanging his moderate speed for a faster one, hoping this would make Y/n mewl.

She did nothing of the sort.

“Is that all you’ve got, daddy?” Y/n teased, making Joons face contort. Deep down, he felt a twinge in his ego. Namjoon knew her calling him daddy didn’t feel right. Honestly, it didn’t feel right when anyone called him that in bed.

Joons pace slowed. None of this felt right.

“Why’d you stop, daddy? I thought I was being a good little slut for you? ”

Y/n got up from her position and faced him, her fake doe eyes trapping Namjoon. The man was absorbed within a realm of disorientation. Something about y/n eyes left him muddled. Once again, this didn’t feel right.

Namjoon watched as she stood up in the bed, the height of the bed in combination with her long legs making her shadow engulf him. She towered over him.

“You couldn’t keep charge, could you?”

Her hands trailed up his chest, then circled around his neck, constricting his airways ever so slightly. Namjoon let out a yelp. Y/n pressed her lips against his, her tongue dominating his hot mouth.

Namjoon uncontrollably moaned into her own mouth, his true submissive side taking over and replacing his fake dominant nature. Everything felt right. All of it felt good.

Y/N pulled away from the sloppy kiss, devilishly smirking at Namjoons innocent eyes. From one moment to the next, Namjoon was flipped onto the bed, with y/n resuming her throne, right where his hard dick was.

“Say it Joonie. Who’s you’re daddy?”

Y/N bounced up on down on Namjoons cock, making his moans fill the room. She played with his sensitive nipples, causing his dick twitch inside of her. Her other hand wrapped itself around his neck, the pressure pleasuring him in a way he couldn’t manage to create on his own. He struggled to find the answer to her question, his mind clouded.

“Well, slut? Tell me.”

“You!” He screamed. Y/n smiled as she shoved her fingers in his mouth. Namjoon began choking and gagging on them, making the blood rush to his dick even more. He was so close now, he wouldn’t stop twitching.

“That’s right, Joonie. Know your place.”

rihanna attends nba all-star weekend (02/14/15)

As Nature Intended

A/N: DocRabbit back again! Have I beat BG3? No. Did I rush through for the scene with Halsin? …yes. That man absolutely has a breeding kink and I loved showing off how successful he’d be. I might write a sequel to this later or another in the BG3 world. This one came to me like a woman possessed. 

Warning: Cunnilingus, sex, pregnancy, lactation birth, and large baby. Minors DNI

Nine months had seemingly flown by as Tav rubbed her sore middle. It was…larger than she had expected, but looking at her mate she supposed she couldn’t be too surprised. Even out of wild shape, Halsin was a big elf and as she grew she began to realize that the joke about possibly being half-orc wasn’t as funny as it used to be. Her middle was far out from her body, the babe, or as she hoped for her size, babies, had recently dropped, and she was covered in angry stretch marks. Revealing to the two new parents that the time was coming soon and Oak Father preserve her, she could feel it. Every movement felt as if a bowling ball was pressing down on her hips, her back began to ache more and more, and she had begun having inconsistent spasms the past few days. Despite all that, her labor had not truly begun. 

Tav’s slow waddle around their cottage was met with its usual mid-afternoon silence. Halsin continued his obsessive need to hunt down and ensure they were well stocked when their babe arrived. She had easily sensed his nervousness about being a father, despite being amazing with Thaniel and Oliver, and honestly every single child in the Grove. However, she felt the anxiety too, knowing it was their flesh and blood and just how helpless a newborn can be, it made them both nervous. He was a healer in his heart, and he knew of all the things that could go wrong for both mother and baby. 

Halsin had decided early on that he wanted to make sure that after the first month of the baby being born, he didn’t have to leave the cottage, she knew the lack of control he had in the situation and his inability to take away the pain of labor worried him so she allowed him to have any sense of control possible. 

Sighing, Tav grabbed her cup of herbal tea and slowly lowered herself into the rocking chair Halsin had built for their cottage. Her hand naturally gravitated to rub her sore belly. She let out a sharp gasp as she felt the baby once again kick her ribcage. The pain was blinding, despite its frequency, as she winced and leaned over. It was at that moment the door swung open. 

The first thing she heard was whatever Halsin had been carrying to be dropped to the ground as he rushed over checking her all over before speaking. 

“My heart, are you okay? Is it the babe? Are they coming?” He spoke out, in an uncharacteristic rush. It took Tav a moment to catch her breath but when she did she smiled and put her hand over his large one, having to look down at him as he had kneeled immediately in front of her. 

“I am fine my love, the babe has decided instead of kicking my bladder, to begin kicking my ribcage. It hurts, but I am alright.” She watched the large man’s eyes, still filled with worry, but he at least let out a breath knowing that while the birth was close, they still had time and he hadn’t missed anything. 

“Well, at least that means their body must be in the right position, it must be any day now.” He said with a smile, kissing her clothed belly. 

“Day? It better be any hour, Halsin. If this child grows any bigger we might have problems with their welcome to the world.” She said with a frown. However, Halsin smiled. 

“My heart, I have seen you do some of the most amazing things, succeed in the most dangerous of tasks. There is little doubt in my mind that you can do this.” 

“So you admit you have a little doubt?” She teased, and Halsin’s grin grew. 

“What little doubt I may hold, is more about concern and the wish I could take this pain away from you. You are beyond strong and capable, I have no doubt you can do it, but I do wish there was no pain, and even if there was, that I could take it from you.” Halsin watched with careful eyes as Tav’s smile turned…almost devious as she interlocked one of her hands with his. 

“Do you remember the advice of the healer?” Tav asked. 

“You’ll have to be more specific, my heart.” Tav took her hand that was not interlocked with his and pushed one of his braids behind his ear. 

“On how, if we needed to, jump-start the birthing pains.” The moment she made that comment, a golden gleam shined in Halsin’s normally green eyes, his grin grew as he lowered both large hands to her the hem of her dress. 

“Are you sure?” Tav barely had time to nod before Halsin hiked up her flowy dress and pulled down her underwear, she groaned at his enthusiasm, of course, a nature lover like him would adore her as nature intended. He had done well the entire pregnancy to make her always feel like a glowing goddess and today was no different. 

As he focused on her underwear and gently putting her legs over his shoulder she finished taking off her dress, leaving her swollen middle and leaky breasts for him to see. 

“Just as nature intended, my heart.” He whispered, returning his hand to hers that had been resting on her swollen belly. He wasted no time before diving into her aching cunt, causing a sharp moan.

Halsin continued, sucking, licking, and flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit. One of his hands gripped her thigh roughly, the other was resting on her large midsection, interlaced. It would be quite romantic if he was devouring her like a man starved. It did not take her long before she was heaving and on the brink of orgasm, her legs clenching around his pointy ears causing him to groan. The vibrations put her over the edge as she gasped into her orgasm, both from pleasure and the sharp pain in her womb. 

As she winced as the pain subsided she locked eyes with Halsin. His thumbs rubbed soft circles where they rested on her stomach and thigh as he looked up with worry in his eyes. 

“The pains are still inconsistent.” She mumbled, gingerly moving her legs off Halsin’s with a groan, she left them stretched as he eyed her pussy in all it’s glory. 

“If you’d like, you could ride me.” He suggested, sounding unbothered, but with a quick glance, she could see his massive cock straining in his pants. His lips glistened with her slick as he licked them, he was always a selfless lover. 

“Help me up, my love,” Tav said with a smile. He quickly got up, holding both of her hands as he helped her up, she immediately rested her weight onto his with a gentle sigh. He laughed, and very carefully turned her around. His large hands found purchase on the underside of her belly before he very gently picked the weight up. The pressure lessened and she gasped in relief. She felt the large babe settle a bit, as they always seemed to do when their Papa was near. “Where did you learn that?” She asked softly, leaning her head back and allowing him to hold most of her weight. 

“It’s something a healer mentioned to me in passing, that it might help the babe inch further down while also relieving you of some of the discomfort.” Tav made a small note that he smartly avoided using the word weight and was about to comment on it when another birthing pain ripped through her. This one was sharper than the rest before them, and the ache lasted longer than before. “It’s getting closer.” He commented. 

“Yes, but first babes can take some time. I believe you offered to allow me to ride you in the meantime?” She teased causing Halsin to chuckle as he led her towards the furs of their spot in front of the lit fire. 

  It had been hours of pleasure mixed with pain. The birthing pains were certainly getting stronger but Halsin had been a trooper the whole time. She knew he was getting nervous with the amount of sex the two had been having so close to the baby being born but she couldn’t help herself. She had ridden him for two sharp orgasms and he had returned to eating her out while she writhed in pain and pleasure. 

Before her third orgasm could approach she let out a large gasp, for this pain felt different than all the others. She managed to grab Halsin’s hair and pull him from his meal as she cried, he looked upon her in concern, barely noticing the prayer that left his lips. Her middle tightened, and the pressure was building she felt as if she was going to pop, and pop she did.

With a loud wail, her birthing fluids popped and rushed out of her aching cunt. Halsin made note that they were clear, free of any blood a good sign. She continued to cry as another birthing pain immediately started, no rest between the two. 

“It is time my heart, what position would you like to be in?” Halsin rushed to get out, rubbing circles on her sweaty skin, trying to provide any comfort. 

“Check how far.” She gasped out. “I may not be able to hold a good position for long, we should wait till it’s closer.” Tears streaked down her cheeks as Halsin very gently pushed one of his large fingers into her swollen and sensitive cunt. She leaned her head back, unable to watch over her large distended belly. 

“I believe you are closer than you think, my heart, the babe is no longer high up, very close.” She groaned in pain as Halsin gently helped her sit up. She reluctantly accepted as another pain went through her, the pains no longer mixed and disguised with pleasure. He gently helped her sit up, her distended middle ached as it touched the ground with her legs in a V position in front of her. Neither leaning forward or back seemed to provide any comfort, her whole body ached and screamed. This was worse than any pain she had felt  “Would you like to stand or squat for now?” 

“Can I…nghhh…squat? You’ll have to hold me up.” Tav groaned out as the large baby moved faster than she expected. The healer had told them first time babies tend to take time, sometimes days but just 8 hours in and she was so close. She barely heard Halsin’s reply as he, as gently as he could, man-handled her into the squat position, his hands resting on her tight midsection it was not lost on her that he was gently pushing down, with his arms holding her up at her armpits. This was one of the many positions they had tested for comfort weeks before the birth had begun, it was not the most comfortable of the ones they had tried, but with such a large baby the added benefit of gravity was just too good to part with. 

She grunted and groaned, she felt as if she could feel every centimeter her baby crept forward. Her legs were shaking, tears painted her face, and in the back of her mind she could hear Halsin whispering sweet nothings in her ear, apologies as well, as he pressed kisses to her sweaty temple. 

“You are so close, my heart. Let Silvanus guide you, just as nature intended.” She nodded roughly as she gave a push, she began panting as her cunt began to widen. The noise she made must have clued Halsin into the new movement because one of his hands that had been pushing on her belly made its way to feel the progress. She felt his smile as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “The babe is right there, would you like to feel?” She gasped but shook her head no as another pain ripped through her. 

“I can’t, I can’t, Halsin!” She sobbed. “It’s too big, I’m not going to be able to do this. I can’t!” She wailed as the baby's head continued to stretch her, every moment she felt as if this would be as wide as she could stretch and she would split open, dying in the arms of her love. 

“My heart, I am here, you are safe. But you do not need me to protect you. You are strong, beautiful, and amazing. Many have come before you and completed this heroic task and I just know that you will join them.” His sweet words, distracted her from the pain as she breathed and pushed, the baby every so slowly inching out in Halsin’s hand. He took this as a sign that his words were working and continued. “When you saved me, you trusted me out the gate, protected me in wild shape, you helped me complete a mission I long thought lost. Every day I get to wake up with you is a gift from Silvanus and now you’re giving me a greater gift, making this old druid a father.” She let out a noise that sounded like a laugh through all the pain. 

“You are not old.” She whimpered, closing her eyes against Halsin as she continued to slowly ease the baby out into his hands. 

“I felt old when I met you, I was lost in my own failure, my own struggle to protect my people and like the gift you are you came along and saved me.” He murmured, he closed his eyes and listened to her sharp gasp, her belly tensed harder under his hand, he gently pushed down to help her and as she pushed with all her might the baby’s head rushed out in a stream of fluid. 

“So much pressure…nghh…” She cried, Halsin kept his hands where they were allowing her to move as she felt necessary. “Shoulders…big.” She whimpered. 

“I know it is more uncomfortable, my heart, but what if you stood? Put your hands on my shoulder and I will catch the babe.” He waited patiently as she moaned and pushed with the birthing pangs, but this time the baby did not move. The sigh that came from her was pained, but she nodded. 

“I will need help-” She was interrupted by another sharp pain, this baby wanted out and into the world now, but she simply was not a big enough portal.

“Come,” He said softly. Slowly, pausing with contractions he helped her to stand, her hands quickly finding purchase into his shoulders. He helped her gently widening her hips by stretching her legs. The new position was more painful than the one prior but he watched as she powered through. The baby's shoulders became more and more visible, even Halsin had to admit this was a rather large baby, but he knew better than to mention that now. “Push, my love.” He softly commanded. 

Tav could feel her nails drawing blood in Halsin’s shoulders, but he remained silent and continued his gentle praise to both her and the little one. She trusted Halsin with her life and if he truly believed that she could birth their baby then she could. 

“Give me a large push, the biggest one so far with the pain, it’ll go further that way.” While she couldn’t see Halsin’s hands she could feel them cupping the baby's head, he was transfixed on the marvel of her body. Her heavy breasts were beginning to leak in this position, gravity pulling them down as well as the baby. Her body must know the baby was close. Steeling herself she took a large breath and pushed down as hard as she could and slowly she felt the first shoulder pop out of her stretched pussy with another gasp of breath and hard push the whole baby fell out of her with a shower of liquid. 

With the large weight out of her, she almost collapsed and Halsin hadn’t caught her with one arm and gently lowered her down. Her ears were ringing, her whole body was so stretched, and it took her a few seconds of breathing to register that her baby was crying. 

“A boy!” Halsin cried, gently handing the new mother the baby. Tav sobbed softly looking at their son's features as he wailed with her mother. The long cord still attached her and her baby. He knew it would take some time for the afterbirth, so he moved behind the two, to let her lean against him, anything to offer her body some relief. “You did wonderful my love.” He murmured, rubbing the back of his finger across the boy's cheek. He continued to cry as her breast began leaking milk, a few slatters landed on his cheek, near the boy's mouth, and just as nature intended she lifted him up and he promptly started drinking. The relief of the pressure in her breast was almost immediate. 

“We did it.” She cried softly, transfixed on the baby that she fought so hard to bring into the world. 

“You did it, my heart.” He murmured, “You have given me a gift I can never repay. I love you both more than there are trees in the forest or stars in the sky, and I am so proud of you.” 

Tav continued to cry softly, watching the baby drink, shocked by Halsin’s words, and the pain still lingering in her body. But she had done it, and she couldn’t wait to see him grow.

Another awesome vid. Laboring with her older kiddos watching then out of nowhere, she collapses back, throws her legs up in the air and delivers her baby.

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under the blankets | beomgyu

[ virgin bestfriend!beom x softdom fem/gn!reader ]

warnings: beomgyu is subby asf, very brief attempted masturbation (m), oral (m rec) teasing, lil degradation (ehh not too much), lil dacryphilia (gotta love dem tears man c’mon 😌👌), beom says “please” a lot

wc: 2.4k

a/n: dude i think…i think i’m dead- holy shit im thriving rn 🤣👌 shit was so fun to write fr fr so thank you for taking the time to read!! yuhh 😌👍

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All sweaty and worn out from perhaps your most intense pillow fight yet, you and your best friend end off the last round to catch your breaths under the gigantic pillow fort you’ve built together.

You’re never awkward around Beomgyu, and maybe you’re confusing it with the stuffy, hot air.

But this weird tension…

You can literally feel his eyes on you; just staring at the side as if he’s entranced. Why is he just doing that all of a sudden? So…shamelessly?

The awkward silence along with his burning gaze is killing you, so your hand darts out to reach for the nearest little opening between the blankets, slightly parting them for a nice breeze to enter.

It’s refreshing, and Beomgyu continues watching you intently - eyes devoted to your figure even as you lean back onto your hands and close your eyes.

After a few more seconds, the boy shakes his gaze off your parted lips and swallows, averting his eyes somewhere else before his thoughts become too much to hide.

But it’s too late.

You take a subtle peek at him, watching how he keeps adjusting and squeezing the pillow that’s resting against his crotch.

Beomgyu’s eyes fly to yours for a split second, but once he realizes that you’ve been staring at him, he squeezes the pillow harder.

“W-what?” the poor boy gulps after taking a shot at challenging you, but he’s acting so weird all of a sudden- it’s starting to slightly annoy you.

So, you can only give him a weird look in silence, and it’s frying him alive, but he tries with all his stupid might to hold eye contact with you this time.

“W-what are you looking at?” Beomgyu nearly whines, jerking his chin in your direction.

You’d let it go, but his weird behavior is lowkey crawling under your skin - as if he’s teasing you; purposefully or not, you wouldn’t know.

“Yah, you’ve been playing around with that pillow for too long!” You make him jump by pointing out so suddenly.

But then, your impulsive nature decides to lunge at him, hands flying onto the pillow with an insistent grip in attempt to rip it away from his grasp.

Beomgyu’s body jolts again in surprise and pulls on the pillow harder, fearing that with enough strength, you could-

“God, come on!“ you growl, impatience burning in your eyes, “Give it up! What are you hiding-“

“N-no!!”

The sweat in his hands causes him to let go and completely give himself away. Oh, the poor boy.

Eyebrows shooting up in shock, you end up dropping the pillow from your hands immediately, unable to rip your eyes off his…his stupid, clothed crotch. So, that’s- oh…

“Pfft, no way…” you scoff, lips curling up in amusement, “You’re such a fucking weirdo- are you- are you seriously hard right now?”

Beomgyu gulps so fast that he almost chokes on his spit. “I- I’m not!” he blatantly denies.

“Then what the fuck is this?” You point directly at the obvious outline of his wide bulge and his hands move to cover the area immediately.

“I-It’s nothing, okay?!” he stutters, keeping his shameful head down and eyes elsewhere, “I- I don’t know- it just happened!”

Though, not gonna lie, you’re finding this to be quite entertaining. And hot. Beomgyu is in an incredibly vulnerable state right now, and you dont know what it is…but all of a sudden, you just want to-

“I bet you can’t even touch yourself,” you blurt teasingly, and the boy can only blink and let his lips quiver at your unexpected comment.

Incredulous that you would poke him at his most sensitive spot, poor Beomgyu figures that he should somehow retaliate - even if he looks stupid as hell.

“What- what do you know, huh? I bet I can do better than you-“

You open your mouth to call out his bluffing, but before you can say anything, the boy shoots up on his knees and yanks his pajama pants down to expose his thighs and…and ridiculously, hard cock - now bubbling cutely at the top as it rests on the soft skin of his lower abdomen.

He sits back down and leans back on his hands, all of a sudden feeling a surge of embarrassment and too much exposure. He can’t even believe he’s doing this. In front of you.

And fuck, you’ve never wanted more to make a mess of him.

He feels so heated with emotion that he could cry if you don’t stop staring at his cock like that. All pretty and out on display for you to see, yet he worries what you might think of it. Is it too small for your liking? Unimpressive? Disappointing?

It burns in his cheeks that you’re not saying anything, and now his insecurity is starting to kick in even worse.

“I-is that what you wanted to see?” He blurts to break the silence, and you have to quickly stop yourself from letting drool run down your mouth - just from staring at the cute thing for too long. That’d be embarrassing.

But seeing him like this, dumb and unconfident - God, you want to do so much to him right now…

“Okay, go ahead.” You reposition yourself to lean a bit closer to him, nodding towards his pitiful thing, “Show me what you got.”

You definitely wouldn’t want to miss something like this. But he doesn’t do anything yet and you search his eyes; full of shame or inexperience.

Of course, he’s hesitant, and you expected this much, so maybe you should give him a little…push.

“Pfft. Can’t do it?” you taunt and cross your arms, hoping it’ll get to him. “I fucking knew it-“

“I-I totally can!”

Okay, so it does work, but not in the way you thought it would.

You watch as the boy grabs his cock and starts yanking - squeezing at it harshly, and he looks seriously in pain-

“Stop! Gyu, what are you doing?!”

“T-touching myself!” he pants out, shutting his eyes tight and stringing short gasps in between, “I-I’m touching…m-myself- mng-“

But he seriously looks like he’s suffering, abrasively tugging at his dry cock despite how soft and delicate his fingers may be.

“Well, stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself- what the fuck?”

Beomgyu completely ignores your command and keeps torturing himself, face all scrunched up- you can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. But let’s be real, it’s probably the latter-

You latch onto his stiff wrist with a tight grip, pulling with all your strength in order to get him off his own dick. God, the poor thing-

“N-no!! Don’t s-stop me-“

It’s too late and he lets go instinctively when you pinch a sensitive part of his thigh as hard as you can.

“O-oww! W-what the fuck?!“

“Shut it.” Your cold demand has him chewing down on his lip immediately, biting back words out of intimidation. “You’re hurting yourself!”

And both of you are left panting in silence once again. It’s definitely more awkward now than before, though, especially when Beomgyu covers his face with his hands and starts sniffling quietly.

“I-I’m sorry…” His legs curl up towards his chest a bit to somewhat hide his cock from your view, timid voice breaking behind his hands. “Don’t- I don’t know what came over me...I- I can’t do it..”

“Mm, it’s okay, Gyu…” To calm him down a bit more, your thumb begins soothing the red area of his thigh where you pinched too hard.

Although, it makes you feel a little bad for him, you can’t help but feel aroused by how vulnerable and weak he is. The tears only add onto the damage.

But you should help him finish the job. Beomgyu deserves that at least.

“Here. How about I…”

You lick the underside of your teeth as you hook your fingers onto his waistband, slowly pulling them down to his ankles, and then off completely.

And the pitiful, broken boy lets you, still hiding behind his hands and sniffling adorably.

His legs comply when you push them apart with your hands, spreading them enough to settle yourself in between.

As you lie on your stomach, you find yourself losing a bit of self-control the closer you inch to the pretty thing. You let your eyes run over its curves and edges, truly taking your time to admire him from here. God, not to mention how cutely his tip throbs at your warm breath.

Your warm hands climb up his thighs to comfort him with gentle squeezes. And it seems to work as his breathing pattern has somewhat leveled and found pace.

“How about I touch you instead, hm? Would you like that, Gyu?” You offer softly, holding yourself back from just grabbing his cock already and showing him the world. “Tell me.”

When he’s ready, Beomgyu uncovers his face for you- lips all puffy and eyes so sad, yet beautiful. He gulps as he takes in how pretty you look in between his legs, cheeks reddening so cutely. Fuck, you want to ruin him so bad. So, so bad.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

He blinks down at you with the prettiest, heavy eyes and nods. The nurture in your voice assures him that you’ll take care of him - that he’ll finally get a chance to properly orgasm.

Before you wrap your fingers around his waiting cock, you’re going to need his verbal confirmation, though.

“I said tell me, Beomgyu. With your words, baby.”

“P-please…” he whimpers and it makes your own thighs press together, “Please t-touch me…”

“Touch you where?” You tease a little more, feeling horny as hell just from hearing him say such simple words.

“Touch my c-cock, please,” the poor boy sweetly asks of you, “I want you to…t-touch my cock, p-please…”

You hum in satisfaction, licking your lips as you near his cock and wrap your very much needed fingers around his length.

The moment he feels your warmth, beomgyu starts breathing heavily again to calm himself down. It’s already shaky and uneven, but his subtle sounds are music to your ears.

“Tsk. Pretty boy doesn’t even know how to touch himself properly…” you scoff, and his eyes sparkle in the dim light like he could cry again if you keep messing with him. “Pathetic.”

“P-please…don’t t-tease me, please-“

His stupid, cute little mumbles and whimpers are driving you so fucking mad that you lean down to give the head of his cock a quick swipe of your tongue.

The mewl that leaves his lips after is fucking vulgar, and suddenly, you feel the need to give him more than such a short sensation.

“W-wait-“ Beomgyu gasps, hands flying up into his hair, “Y-y/n…your m-mouth-“

The male cries out loud and lets out a broken whine as soon as you take his entire tip into the warm wetness of your mouth, giving him exactly what he deserves.

“Mnng-” He starts panting again, eyes fluttering when your comforting tongue begins teasing the tiny slit at the top, swiping back and forth until he can’t take it anymore-

One of Beomgyu’s hands stay buried in his hair while the other dares reach behind your head to push you down further on his cock-

“P-please-“ he whimpers in broken almost-sobs, “take some m-more…p-please-”

The poor boy in your mouth is so desperate that he’s near tears again. So, you show him a bit more mercy.

You let his pretty hand urge you further down his cock until you’re slobbering at the base of his length.

Beomgyu’s not big enough for you to choke, but his width and thickness is definitely giving your lips a nice stretch.

With heavy eyes trained on how pretty you look between his legs, Beomgyu’s lips part even more when your own touch the soft skin at the base.

He’s a little bit salty, but you don’t mind too much. You just want to make your best friend feel good. And he’s giving you all the sounds you want to hear.

“You’re…s-so pretty, Y/n-” he gasps in between, “p-please keep going- gonna cum-“

All of this is turning you on too much. You’ll have to make him eat you out later or something. He’ll have to make you feel so good that your thighs are squirming and shaking- like his are right now.

“O-oh, f-feels…s-so good…” Beomgyu shivers and the goosebumps follow up his pretty, trembling legs.

“Y/n, please-“ he pants, voice suddenly raising in pitch, “gonna c-cum…in your m-mouth-“

You quickly bring your mouth back up to his tip to focus on his most sensitive part, using the lube of your spit to rub his cock evenly with your hand.

You suck his pretty, throbbing tip with your all, angling your head so that you can see your best friend’s pretty face when he cums.

And it certainly does not disappoint.

The moment you lock eyes with his heavy ones, his eyebrows knit and lips pout before he throws his head back against the wall of fabric, holding your head in place as you give him the ungodly speed of your tongue and hand.

“O-oh, y/n-“ he gasps, gulping for air, “p-please!”

You don’t even stop as he cries out and squirts into your abusive mouth. God, he sounds heavenly, just mewling and whimpering - crying out your name like it’s the last thing he’ll ever say. If you could do this all again, you wouldn’t pass up the chance.

You let sweet, sweet Beomgyu squirt the rest of his thick, hot cum into your mouth until he completely coats your tongue.

The boy’s legs are still shaking even after you remove your lips from his swollen tip. And you think he’s completely come down from ecstasy, until a little bit more seeps out of his slit.

You pull an encore move and swipe the last few drops with your tongue, slowly and gently up his tip for him to see - and it’s cute how his thighs tense up and pretty eyes flutter at the simplest thing.

With the last few drops still sitting on your tongue, you lift yourself up to Beomgyu’s level to bring him into a kiss. Just to show him how good he tastes. Or before he forgets it, at least.

Because he’s gonna have to taste you next.

Love in the Air (2022) l special episode.

*In the category “daddy”? 🤷‍♀️