[5:39am] Sub!beomgyu X Afab!reader(M)

poison

Shuri x black!fem!reader

Summary: before the fight with namor, shuri comes to see you.

Content Warning: brief mentions of grief, fingering(reader giving), oral sex(reader giving), unrequited love

Word Count: 2.2k

Know you ride it right I might just die tonight But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby) I know it's bad for me And you know it tastes so sweet I think I need your abuse baby

.....

Bathed in calming hues of pink, orange and red, the sky above the city glowed down at you while you lounged on a swinging chair on your balcony. You had your nose in a book, like you did every Friday night. After a week of nurturing the young minds of Wakanda, you deserved the break. Reading offered you an escape, something you found yourself needing now more than ever since Namor declared war on Wakanda. Having to explain to children why their beautiful country was in danger had taken its toll. 

A breeze passed by and you shivered, pulling up the fleece blanket tighter around yourself. You took another sip of tea to warm you up, without taking your eyes from the page. The story was just getting good when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Someone was watching you. 

“Good read?” The black panther stood across from you, leaning precariously on the glass railing with her arms folded

“Good enough” you shrugged and tucked your bookmark between the pages then set it aside, 

“Shuri, I-” 

“We don’t have to talk about my mother” she pressed a button and the suit was gone, revealing her face to you. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue. 

Shuri came to you to unload the weight of Wakanda. When she was with you she wasn’t a Queen or the Black Panther or a genius. Being with you was a respite from a world that took so much from her. 

“Ofcourse, whatever you need”, you couldn’t deny her what she wanted when she wanted so little.

Shuri crossed the small balcony, took up your teacup and sipped. Your eyes followed the tattoo on her hand. 

“Lemongrass? Your tastes have matured” she teased you then plopped down on your lap with an exaggerated sigh

“Shuri, get off!” you giggled, wriggling helplessly under her. The chair rocked under the weight of you both. She had the strength of the heart shaped herb so there was no budging her.

“What is that sound? Is that a mosquito?” 

She pretended she couldn’t hear you, so you took your middle finger and jammed it in her ear, just hard enough to make her yelp and jump off you

You were too busy cackling to retaliate when Shuri grabbed your arm, pulled you up and flush against her lean body. Before you realised what was happening Shuri held the upper half of your body dangling over the balcony railing.

Your ears pounded as blood rushed to your head

“Shuri ,I’ll scream if you don’t take me up right now!” 

Terrified at the thought of someone finding out her location, Shuri quickly pulled you upright.

She had the audacity to snicker at you while you patted down your shirt and situated your braids to look less dishevelled.

“Now if you’re done being childish, let’s go inside. It’s getting cold and I have dinner in the oven”

Shuri grabbed her stomach and widened her eyes, “You know what I think I’m full”

You slid open the door that led from the balcony into the living room and shoved Shuri inside. You both knew she loved your cooking, she just wanted to be a pain the ass

“Ow”

…

This little dance between you two was practised, you knew it well. Shuri wouldn’t rush. She liked the build up, liked to spend time with you and unfold you slowly, then take what she needed. 

So you took your sweet time moving around the kitchen, while you waited for the salmon to fully cook. You stirred the pasta on the stovetop, the rich creamy texture made a rather suggestive sound

“That sounds familiar” Shuri spoke up from where she was exploring your newest buy. A vintage record player you bought with the money Shuri sent you monthly

“Perv” you rolled your eyes playfully

It had taken you months to accept her money, and even longer to start spending it. It felt wrong at first. You and Shuri were not girlfriends. You were friends who slept together. How could you just take her money like that? Eventually Shuri convinced you that you deserved it and you believed her

You turned off the stove, satisfied with the pasta, then took the salmon from the oven. The delicious smell floated through the apartment and suddenly you remember just how hungry you really were. 

While you plated the food, Shuri came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you. She’d done it a million times before but you felt butterflies every time

“You take such good care of me, love” she pulled your braids to the side and nuzzled her nose on the side of your sensitive neck

You giggled, “It’s the least I could do,really” 

Shuri finally lets you go so you could both sit at the island and enjoy your meals in comfortable silence. When you were full, Shuri took both your dishes and washed them, like she did every other time she came over. 

“I’ll go get the shower going” your feet patter on the hardwood floor of your apartment, as you make your way to your bathroom. You flicked on the light, bathing the room in brilliant white. The bathroom was one of your favourite places in the luxurious apartment that Shuri funded. You could unwind and wash away the troubles of the day, something you looked forward to doing for Shuri. 

You took your time to pick out a lavender scented candle and lit it, resting it on the counter. Then you turned on the stream from the massive shower head so it had time to heat up while you picked out a body wash and body scrub that you knew Shuri would like.

As you started to undress from your button down shirt and pencil skirt you wore to work, Shuri joined you in the bathroom, her footstep almost undetectably light

But you had learnt her patterns well enough to sense when she entered the room, watching you

“You know it’s impolite to stare?” you tease her, turning around while you shimmied out of your panties, leaving yourself bare to her tired gaze

“My apologies,” Shuri took slow steps towards you, a mischievous lift to her lips, “may I please gaze upon your beauty?”

Shuri reached out, took your hand and kissed the back of it, your stomach swooped.

“Shut up and get undressed” you slipped from her grasp behind the glass walls of the shower, sighing happily when the hot water caressed your brown skin

You poured a generous amount of body wash onto your wash cloth and started to lather from your neck down to your toes. 

Shuri stepped into the shower and grabbed her washcloth she kept at your apartment. You took it from her hand and started washing her body. Carefully cleaning her beautiful skin while you watched you with rapt attention.

“Shuri…” you went down on your knees and washed her feet, “you’re so pretty”

She was speechless at your honest adoration. She pulled you back up to her and walked you both under the stream to rinse the suds off. With the water running down your face, Shuri cupped your jaw, titled your face towards her and molded her lips to yours. The warm water only served to make the kiss wetter. You opened your mouth eagerly when her tongue lapped lazily on your lips. When Shuri pulled back, panting, you took her bottom lip into your mouth and sucked it hungrily, locking your eyes with her. 

Your core ached, begging for more, but you had all night. She could wait. 

You released her lips to grab the body scrub from the nook in the shower wall

“You bought a new scrub?”

“Yeah it’s mango scented, smell it” you held up the jar to Shuri’s face

She obliged and took a sniff 

“Nice” 

You rolled your eyes at her remark and took the jar from her hand to exfoliate yourself and then her. She tried to push your hand away, insisting she could do it herself but you did it for her. 

Deep down you knew you would do anything for her, and that was a terrifying thought.

…

After doing your skincare routines in silence, you and Shuri blew out the candle then made your way to your bedroom, kissing and groping each other along the way . The unspoken words were thick between you both. Tonight they would remain unaddressed yet again. You knew what you were getting yourself into months ago. 

Shuri walked you backwards into your bed and lay you down on the silk sheets, the cool sensation errotic beneath your body

She sat back and took you in, face betraying her longing to lay with you. But tonight you would please her. It’s what she deserved

You sat up and crawled toward her, swaying your hips as you moved like a predator hunting their prey. You grabbed hold of her hips to keep her there, then latched onto her collarbone.

Shuri groaned under your affections.

You released her, licking down her chest. One of your nimble hands massaged her right breast, rolling and pinching the sensitive nipple between your fingers.

She hissed and sighed gloriously above you.

You took her other nipple into your warm mouth, swirling around the nipple, avoiding it for a while to get her on edge.

It wasn’t until she whined, high in her throat for you, “Baby, please”, that you took hold of her nipple between your lips, sucking and sending hot bursts of pleasure through her chest. You switched between her nipples, slowly wringing out cries from her lips, until they were puffy. Her knees buckled but your hand on her hip kept her steady. 

When you were satisfied that she was thoroughly worked up, you skated a hand between her thighs, not quite where she wanted you but close enough to feel how wet and hot she was for you. The muscles in her thighs quivered in anticipation. You drew one finger back and forth along her slit and she instantly started rocking up into your touch, needing more

You pressed the two digits further between her lips, gently caressing on either side of her little bundle of nerves. The sensation shot through her body and grabbed unto your wrist, thighs clamping shut 

“Fuck yes" she gasped

“I can’t make you feel good if you lock me out, Shuri” you slapped lightly twice on the side of their thigh and she relaxed her legs, giving you room. 

“Good girl”, she was always good for you

You didn’t miss how her most delicate part jumped on your fingers at your words. 

You removed your hand and held it up to her face, pulling down her bottom lip to expose her pretty white teeth

“Suck” you instructed her

Shuri cocked an eyebrow, “Ask nicely” her breath was ragged but her tone carried the signature fire you admired in her

“Suck, please” you humoured her, smiling 

She obediently took your fingers into her mouth, lathering them methodically with her saliva. When you pulled out your fingers, a trail followed to her lips, she licked it off. 

Fuck

You returned your now wet fingers to the apex of her legs, teasing her with one finger circling her tight quivering hole

“Just put it in already”

You didn’t ask her to say please. She didn’t need to be polite, her wish would always be your command. You plunged both fingers in at once, drawing a filthy desperate mewl from her throat. You grabbed one of her knees and bent her leg for her, placing her foot on the bed so her pussy was open to you. 

Impaled by your two middle digits, Shuri rode you, angling her hips to find that spot. You crooked your fingers to help her and soon enough  you were rubbing against the bumpy surface deep inside her that you knew so well. Shuri bounced faster and harder, her breasts jiggling with the effort. You were pulsing between your legs, mesmerised at the scene before you. 

The Black Panther, at your mercy.

You broke from your reverie and brought down your other hand rub punishingly at her clit, matching the pace with the rough, insistent pounding of your fingertips on her g-spot

Shuri bucked and jerked wildly as her climax washed over her in waves. She clamped down on your fingers, keeping you inside. She was barely through her release when you pulled your fingers out and repositioned yourself. You lay on your back with your head at the end of the bed and held your tongue out for her. 

“Come let me taste what’s mine, love” you told her

She got the hint.

Shuri climbed onto the bed on shaky knees, opening up her still fluttering cunt over your face

“You want me to ride your face, yeah?” Shuri asked, cheeky

You didn’t bother to respond, you simply stuck out your tongue again, making it wide and flat for Shuri to mount, to taint with her pleasure. You grabbed handfuls of her ass and pulled her down to sit where you wanted her

This is what she gave to you, her poison, and you gladly took it. 

…

Shuri spoke your name into the dark room

“Hmmm?” your eyes remained closed

“I have something to tell you…”

“...Me too, but you go first”

“I never told you who I saw in the ancestral plane…”

“Who?” you whispered

“Killmonger”

“Oh”

“What did you want to say?”

I love you, the words pounded against your throat, begging to come out

“Good luck tomorrow”

end

Okay so i listened to suggestions about Jayce being unhappy with the inflicting pain bit but being unable to say no!

Still the Same | KTH

Kim Taehyung Smut One Shot 🔞

☆Pairing: taehyung x reader

☆Word Count: 3.6k

☆Genre: smut, ex lovers au, sub!taehyung, dom!reader, bdsm

☆Contains: bdsm material, hints of toxic relationship, happy ending, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, pain kink, use of razor blade, blood sweat & tears pun fully intended

☆:Summary: When you left your bdsm partner/boyfriend Taehyung last year, it left him shattered. Running into him at a party, he seems to be a completely different person. He seems to have ditched his past lifestyle. However, you know exactly how to bring him back to his old ways.

A/N: no author’s note today, just sub tae having a pain kink>>>

Content below is for mature audiences only. Please be advised. Contents may be triggering to some.

It's pathetic. You never go to parties and the absurdity of this one reminds you of how badly you hate them. You hate how the dim red lights give you a migraine, how there's not a single sober person, and how you're alone.

Or maybe you hate this party so badly because it reminds you of him. It reminds you of the countless nights you've spent under dim red lights, lovingly torturing him.

You had to leave him, though. It was for the sake of you both. Your lifestyle wasn't healthy, and you couldn't continue to destroy him. Leaving him was the only option as he was too blind-sighted by your "love" to understand how toxic it really was. He was fully under your control, and leaving him was the only way to snap him out of that.

Waving a cloud of smoke away from your face, you stride towards the back door.

You're at a spontaneous party in an eerie part of Daegu that's being held on the top floor of a poor-condition apartment complex. You wanted to be put in danger tonight, to fear your surroundings, and coming to this part of town was the only way to get that adrenaline rush you so badly crave. Ever since you left him, you haven't gotten that specific adrenaline rush you've been searching for. But this party was worth a shot.

Climbing your way up the fire escape, you grasp onto the edge of the rooftop and use all your upper body strength to lift yourself up and onto its surface. You'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping to slip.

The view of the town from here was something straight out of a horror film. Dark purple streetlights mixed with the dark red glow coming from each building's windows. You can only imagine what sort of crimes were happening around you this very second.

The air up here is heavier, causing you to rub your forearms with your hands to soothe your chills.

Although, your effort was pointless as you come to realize you are not alone on this rooftop.

A silhouette of a man's back profile is darkly displayed several feet away from you, presumably eyeing the view.

Your first thought was that this stranger is probably waiting for his prey. You knew you were going to get hurt shortly because no man from these parts would just be casually waiting on a rooftop. Your heartbeat inclines, and you bask in the adrenaline rush while you can.

But when the man turns his head slightly into the dim purple lighting, a dissolving fog of cigarette smoke reveals the face of the man you once broke.

Your heart stills in your chest.

"Taehyung?"

His intentional ignorance to your voice confirms that it's him, so you walk closer.

Stopping a few feet behind him, his back is facing you, and his cigarette smoke continues to surround the both of you.

"You smoke now?" Your tone was curious with a hint of judgment. It's so unlike him to smoke, let alone be at this party. It's also very unlike him to show anger or annoyance towards you.

"Ever since you left me."

His tone was casual but his words made your heartbreak.

"It's been a year baby... Don't tell me you're still angry with me."

As you giggle through your last sentence, teasingly nudging at his back, he throws his cigarette to the ground and aggressively moves your hand off of him before striding back over to the fire escape stairs.

You exaggeratedly gasp in amusement, a sadistic giggle leaving your lips as you're faced with this completely different version of him.

"That's very unlike you, Tae. What happened to my soft and innocent baby? You used to be so good for me."

You were well aware you were making his skin crawl, but a part of you wanted to see him snap.

"I'm not your baby, Y/N. Stop."

Before he could get any closer to the exit, you run and beat him to it. Standing in front of him, your heels nearly hanging off of the rooftop's ledge, he looks at you with a blank face. His eyes tell a million different things, but you pretend not to notice and instead naively bat your eyes up at him, causing his jaw to clench.

"What do you want from me, Y/N? You left me."

His point was more than valid, but seeing him now, defying you, makes you crave that adrenaline rush more than ever.

"And so now you're mad at me?" You mockingly pout.

"I'm not 'mad' at you... I'm done with you."

Raising your eyebrows in exaggerated shock, you smile.

"Ouch, baby."

"Stop calling me baby! I'm not yours. Not anymore."

You're determined to see the Taehyung you once knew again. And you know he's still in there somewhere. This is just an act of his, he still wants to be in your power and you see it so clearly.

Out of words to say, you mischievously grin and take a full step backward.

Instantly he tries to reach out with a horrified shout of your name, but he doesn't grab you in time as you are already white-knuckling the thin bar of the fire escape railing with both hands, body dangling in the air.

"Say it, Taehyung." You warn while looking up at him.

He hops down from the rooftop and onto the frail metal stairs, very cautiously trying not to shake it.

"Y/N, come up! Are you fucking crazy?"

You giggle at his alarmed state, one hand coming off.

"Maybe I am." You speak as he lets out another terrified shriek. "Say it and I'll come up... My hand is starting to feel slippery." You didn't have to tell him what to say because you know he's still in there deep down. You're confident in that. It's just the matter of him saying it—

"I belong to you! I'm yours and I'll always be yours. When you left me I fucking broke, Y/N. I needed you and I still do, so please, come up."

You grin at the way he said please, missing this side of him so badly. Pleased with his response, you bring your loose hand back to the railing and pull yourself up with the help of him.

Standing face to face on the small platform of the fire escape staircase, you can hear his heart beating profusely.

"Was any of that true?" You can't help but ask.

He sighs in exhaustion from the past event, his eyes trailing down to his feet.

"All of it."

His voice is still shaken, and you start to feel a little bad for scaring him like you did. Cupping his cheek, you stroke beneath his eye with your thumb.

"How can I believe that?" Your tone is soft and gentle, your eyes examining his features that you've missed so much.

His eyes flick back up, only this time they're replaced with a certain softness that you're far too familiar with.

"I'll prove it. I want to prove it... Please?"

Your lips part at his whined words, all of the adrenaline hitting you at once. His eyes are darting back and fourth on yours, that certain ‘softness’ being more prominent than ever.

He wants you to dominate him, right here right now.

You stare into his needy eyes for a moment longer, many feelings taking over at once. The biggest being guilt. With the way he’s waiting so badly for you to take him right now, completely setting aside the fact you left him last year, it makes you feel so beyond guilty for abandoning him. He never deserved that. Not wasting another second, you decide to channel your frustration with yourself onto him.

“Follow me, baby.”

Making your way back through the crimson-lit home, intoxicated bodies pool around every open area. Taehyung follows behind you closely.

You have no idea where you’re going, but you’re hoping to find a room.

After wiggling the handles of two locked and occupied doors, you finally get to a free room.

The furniture is on its last leg and the wallpaper is peeling significantly, but the more eerie the ambiance the better the experience. The red gleam peaks through each side crack on the door and the purple streetlights shining through the window is what gives the room some sort of main light.

Ultimately, everything was dim but still bright enough to see his awaiting figure.

Taehyung stood in front of the closed door, patiently watching as you gaze over the room, eventually standing by the window.

“Sit there.” You point at the bottom edge of the bed.

He immediately makes his way to the spot, doe eyes on you as he waits for further instructions.

Your heart isn’t going too wild, in fact it seems as if it’s not going at all. Perhaps the adrenaline of the situation was too good and sent it to a full stop.

But it beats again when observing Taehyung’s body sitting there, waiting for you to guide it.

You slowly remove your large and heavy black jean jacket, followed by your loose lace trimmed mini dress. Taehyung’s eyes don’t leave yours the entire time, you never told him to.

“Look at me, Tae. Look at my body.”

He gives you a small nod before lowering his gaze to your matching black bra and panties, his breathing picking up.

You make your way to him, stopping in front of his knees that are pressed together. You look down at him.

“Eyes up.”

He obliges.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

As he stares up at you, you run a hand through the top of his hair, the other hand delicately holding his chin.

“Yes, it’s purple.”

You smile at the fact he remembered, and you can’t help but to wonder how he survived a full year without this. How did he fulfill his sexual needs and fantasies?

“What did you do when I left?”

He visibly gulps, nerves taking over his expression. You tilt your head at this odd response, your hand that’s on his chin guiding his head up further.

“It’s okay, baby. Tell me what you did.”

He blinks three times before opening his mouth to speak.

“I— I touched myself whenever I felt needy or missed you.”

Your worried expression vanished and a sadistic grin was set on your features instead. You almost thought he moved on, found a new partner. Or maybe he ditched this type of thing completely and stuck to vanilla sex with vanilla people. But no, he stayed being good for you even though you weren’t there.

“Yeah? That was enough for you?”

He frantically nods.

“It was more than enough. Sometimes I would—” he interrupts himself to glance at his growing erection. It seems that whatever he’s trying to explain is turning him on. “Sometimes I wouldn’t let myself cum for a long time, just like how you did to me.”

Your core throbs at his statement, the mere visualization of him playing with himself but restricting his own orgasm with nobody there telling him to— it made a wave crash down in between your thighs.

Guiding his head back up, you stare into his eyes. Once again, his obedience makes you regret leaving him and hurting him how you did. You need to channel this anger.

“Take your shirt off.”

You take your hands off of him as he lifts the material up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. You let your hands trace his frame, remembering every single vein and muscle.

His soft, milky skin has healed completely. No more of your past welts or harsh red streaks. It’s a blank canvas that you have to repaint.

“Y/N?” His voice is deep but incredibly delicate.

“Hm?” You hum as you continue to feel his soft skin while you can.

“I want you to mark me.”

Your eyes find his, hands stilling.

“And how would you like it?”

You both know he doesn’t have a say in how rough he’s going to get it, but it still doesn’t hurt to ask.

He continues to keep your eye contact as he reaches into his front pocket, pulling out a small razor blade.

“I always bring this with me when I come to this part of town, but here,” he hands you the blade, “use it on me, please.”

You scan the blade with your eyes before taking it from his fingers, your breathing steady yet heavy.

You’ve never gone this far with him, the only time you’ve made him bleed was by scratching him and even that was unintentional. You remember feeling bad when you noticed you made him bleed, but he got off on the pain. He was in love with the pain and you were in love with the adrenaline.

Marking him this way will benefit you both.

“Lay down.”

He reclines flat onto his back, his feet still on the floor, and you straddle his lower stomach on the bed.

Arching your back, your chest meets his and your lips latch onto the soft spot on his neck. He whimpers faintly as you nick the patch of skin with your teeth, the back of his head digging back against the mattress.

“Please kiss me.”

The eagerness in his voice was too pure to turn down, so you do as requested.

Meeting his lips for the first time in a year, you still feel it all. You’re reminded of how fragile and delicate he is— how easy and fun it is to sexually destroy him. As he whimpers at the feeling of your tongue lapping his, you’re reminded of how needy he is for this kind of thing.

“Baby,” you detach yourself from his lips, eyes on his. “I need you to start touching yourself. Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

He closes his parted lips to gulp, slightly nodding his head ‘yes’ before reaching beneath your bodies and fiddling his zipper open.

You take note of the restricted space you have from being at the edge of the bed, so you grab his wrist for a moment to stop him.

“Scoot up to the pillow.”

You get off of his lap as he shuffles to where you said, his left leg traveling up, and you sit on your knees beside his stomach.

“Go on.” You instruct him.

He continues to open up his pants, his large hand slowly creeping into the waistband of his boxers. He rubs himself for a short second before taking himself out completely, and you’re once again soaking in nostalgia.

His erect length is laying straight against his lower stomach, and he turns his head slightly to the side to watch you as he begins to wrap his slender fingers around himself.

His chest occasionally rises and crashes jaggedly, his breathing becoming uneven as his hand begins to move.

Biting your lip, you lean down to place a kiss to his collarbone. He whimpers once again at the feeling of your lips. Giving him two last assuring pecks to the area that is soon to be a scar, you take the blade between your index and thumb and bring it to his mid stomach.

He gasps at the cold feel of the metal, his eyes dilating significantly upon realization.

You teasingly trace the blade all the way up to his chest, applying almost no pressure. But once you reach the area below his collarbone, you press the blade harder against his skin, quickly dragging down about two inches.

His moans become louder.

You find yourself enjoying the damage you’ve done, his blood slowly seeping through the cut and balling against the thin, swelling line.

Resting the blade on his chest, you begin to shuffle your panties off, remaining on your knees beside him as you also remove your bra. He whines at the sight, his hand going faster. Grabbing the blade again in one hand, you touch yourself with the other.

“Don’t you dare cum, Taehyung. Not yet.”

You see his breathing start to scatter like it does when he’s near, so you remove your hand from in between your thighs and grab his wrist to halt his movement on himself.

“Y/N.”

It seems as though you stopped him just in time as his brows crease and his lip turns blue beneath his bite, his dark, tear filled eyes staring deep into yours as he denies himself an orgasm.

“It feels… so good Y/N.”

He stays frozen in deep concentration and painful euphoria for a moment longer before bringing a hand up to wipe his glossed under-eye. You of course stop him though.

“Let them fall, baby. Wanna see you cry.”

He nods, bringing his hand back down to his side as his tears finally spill over, racing down his cheek. Whenever you deny his climax, it sends him deeper into subspace.

You take the opportunity to drag the thin sharp steel to a different spot on his chest, this time deeply cutting a horizontal line from one side of his chest to the other. The blood spills quicker compared to the last cut given how much deeper it is.

His eyes flick to the sight, his cock twitching in reaction.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

He stares into your eyes as he puts genuine thought into his answer. You’re shocked to see him shake his head no.

“No. I don’t. I must’ve done something to make you leave, so I deserve to be punished more.”

You don’t know whether to fuck him senseless at that statement or feel beyond sorry for him. He didn’t do a thing, and yet he still believes he should be punished for it.

Discarding the blade to the opposite end of the bed, you forcefully grab his jaw, harshly gripping his cheeks together with your forefingers and thumb.

“Don’t ever say that. Ever.” He whimpers at your harsh hold, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as your other hand grips his neck.

“Y-yes, Y/N” He responds through a muffle.

Letting go of his jaw, you throw one leg over his waist and begin to slowly rub yourself against his still painfully erect length.

“Y/N..” He begs in a whiney moan. “Please.”

You tighten your grip on his throat until his face ignites in a very pale pink, your free hand lining him up to your sopping core. Taking in only an inch of him causes you to moan, your hand releasing some pressure off his neck but still tight.

Sinking all the way down, he cries in pleasure and you gasp before crashing your chest down against his.

“Fuck Tae… It still feels so good.”

You’ve always had trouble taking all of him into your tight hole, but each time you fall in love with the feeling of him inside of you. Moving your hips up, you crash right back down causing him to slam into your desired spot. You both moan.

“Y/N, Please keep fucking me hard. It feels so good when you fuck my dick like tha—”

He cuts himself off with another moan as you bounce on his lap with more force each thrust. It won’t be long until you lose yourself on him.

“D-do I have permission to cum?”

You lift your forehead out of the nape of his neck to stare directly into his eyes, pecking at his lips a couple of times.

“Not yet, baby. You have to wait for me. Okay?”

He whines but nonetheless nods, his hands sneaking onto your hips to hold onto you as you continue your pace on him. Instantly, you release your grip on his throat and each of his wrists, pinning them above his head.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

His doe eyes lock on yours as he frantically shakes his head no.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll be good and listen, I promise. Please let me cum, I’ll be good.”

Another wave crashes over you as you watch him beg you for permission to cum with his hands restrained, his thick cock hitting your g-spot over and over. A knot forms in your lower stomach, and you fuck yourself harder on him.

“Are you ready baby? Cum with me okay?”

His eyes light up at your words, moaning as he nods yes.

“1, 2, 3.”

You suck in air through your teeth as the wave finally swallows you, your high spilling onto his length that’s still buried in you. You feel the warm aftermath of his orgasm combine with yours, his breathing heavy as his tears fall once again.

“Thank you, Y/N.” His soft, sex-dazed voice speaks against your chin before placing a kiss to it.

You slowly raise your hips, his slippery length falling to his stomach once again. You give him a deep kiss on his lips before laying on your back beside him, head turned to face his.

He stares at you with admiration and love, and you can feel all the feelings you once felt for him drown the both of you at this moment. You’re never leaving him again.

“It’s just like how it used to be.” He speaks up.

You snuggle into him further.

“That’s because you’re still the same. We’re still the same.”

He leans in for another kiss before detaching to speak.

“Let’s pretend nothing bad happened between us and pick up where we left off?”

“We already did,” you smile before crashing your lips against his once again.

Everything was still the same, and you’ve never felt more happier.

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i love being a girl who just LOOKS like she smells good you know? my skin is always clean and moisturized and protected by spf, my makeup is pretty and sparkly and glowy and blushy, my lips are soft, plump, and glossy, my hair is always clean and done in a cute and dolly style when i go out, i’m always wearing yummy scented perfumes and body glitter, my nails and toes are always done, and i take care of myself on the inside and out!! i love when my effort and self love is shown on the outside too!🎀

How Okoye was looking at Attuma after he places another shark on her doorstep as a courting gift.

Mpreg Brothel

Hello! This is my third time submitting a story so I figured it's time I share a name for myself. You can call me Salty. I'm the author of "The Heir" as well as "The Stable Boy". I also have a blog under the name of Swollenpregnantbellies. 

Anywho, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! 

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Mpreg brothel. Imagine you're a client visiting the brothel for the first time. Dozens of men in various stages of pregnancy are there for you and others to enjoy. You take a particular liking to the newbie: eighteen, shy, naive, and freshly pregnant with his first. You visit over and over again to view his progress. He's embarrassed by your attention, but does not refuse, letting you touch and fuck him. You pay premium to be there for his first, extremely difficult labor, which the brothel is sure to make a show of for you.

The Brooding Fox.

A high end brothel with a very special set of workers for special clientele. It was named that way not because it was dark or dour, no. It got it's name because of what happens to the prostitutes. Named as such because the male prostitutes are fertile and bred quite well. Every single one of them are required to get pregnant within the first few weeks of starting, else they are fired. At least, that was the word on the street.

The first time you went to the Brooding Fox you weren't certain what to expect. However, you were pleasantly surprised by what you found.

A friend had brought you the first time and it was quite the experience. The instant you walked past the threshold you were met with the beautiful sight of dozens of young men all in varying stages of pregnancy. Some had small bellies in their earlier months while others had ripe bellies, rounded and taught. Then there were the ones who looked like they could pop at any minute.

You were shown around and told about the different workers, their prices, and what they offered. The first time you found yourself spending time with a young man around five months pregnant. His belly was wonderful to caress and feel the growing roundness of it.

You discovered very quickly how much you liked feeling his belly as you entered him. It was incredible how hard just looking at all of their swollen bellies made you.

After the first night you went back for more at least once a week, sometimes more than that.

You couldn't get enough of rubbing their growing tummies, feeling the babies squirm around inside their wombs and fucking them until both of you collapsed bonelessly into the bedding. You thought it couldn't get any better than that.

Until one day, it did.

You were about to request one of your regulars when you saw him: a young man, no older than eighteen, sitting off in the corner by himself. At first you thought he might be a client, until the head mistress spoke to him and he very timidly went to attend to an actual client.

That was when you made the connection: he was fresh.

You inquired with the head mistress about him and was told that he was, in fact, eighteen years old and pregnant off the streets. He had just been hired.

You could barely keep your erection in your pants as you watched him from across the open room. He was petite, lithe; practically skin and bones, with a bit of meat on them. You could already imagine his belly outgrowing him within just the first few months. He would be nothing but belly around month four, you wagered.

About half and hour later you found yourself alone in one of the room with the young man. Whilst he still had his clothes on there wasn't a noticeable bump just yet, but that would soon change. You decide to strike up a conversation with the young man.

"So, you're new?" You ask.

He nods wordlessly.

"Is today your first day?"

He shakes his head. "Yesterday was." His voice is meek and has a lovely tenor pitch to it. You think it will sound angelic when he moans.

"And you've already been bred, I hear?"

He looks up, surprised as his face turns red. "Oh. I--um. I'm not sure."

"Oh?" You say.

He doesn't offer a reply.

"Well, isn't it required to be pregnant within the first few weeks of working here or else you get kicked out?" You prompt.

He nods, again giving no verbal answer.

"Well then, how about we make sure that you're nice a bred, shall we? We wouldn't want you getting thrown back out onto the streets now would we?"

"I--um--well," He stammered adorably.

"Excellent," You purr, scooting closer to the boy. You've already snuck your hand underneath his shirt and have begun inching it up his torso. His skin is wonderfully supple and creamy, perfect for bearing a brood.

If he wasn't pregnant already you were definitely going to make certain he was after tonight.

He made no protest when his shirt was taken off, nor when his pants and undergarments were undone and cast aside. He now stood before you in naked glory, showing you everything he had and it was stunning.

His skin was immaculate and his little cock was so cute you couldn't help but oogle it for a few moments. However, what caught your eye was not his lovely neck or chest, but in fact the little belly that just barely jutted out. It wasn't much but if one was looking for it, which you were, it was obvious: he had been bred and from the looks of it quite well.

He couldn't have been more than a few months along, but it was enough that his belly was bloated and at the stage right before becoming rounded. You could hardly contain your erection. So you didn't.

Your cock rose excitedly and sprung forth the instant you freed it from your own pants. You stepped towards the boy and instantly felt all over his body, but specifically his little belly. You savored the feeling because you knew it wouldn't be little for much longer.

"Now, where were we?"

You caressed every part of him and loved how he melted under you touch. Especially how he would let out the tiniest little sounds when you touched his lower tummy. Oh how you ate that up and knew it would only get better as his belly grew.

"Now, you said you're not sure if you got knocked up before coming here?" You asked, rubbing his lower belly again.

He managed a breathless nod.

You were both still upright, something that you wanted to amend soon. "Is that so? Would you like to make sure then?" You murmur in his ear.

He lets out a quiet whimper but nods his head once more.

You don't waste another second. You slide a finger inside his hole. It goes in rather easily and so you add in another.

He gasps in delight as you move your fingers deftly inside of him. His wetness becomes quite evident, as does his enjoyment of what you're doing because his little cock rises to the occasion, leaking just a bit of precum.

Your cock has already been weeping for the last several minutes, but you've held off because you want to save it for him.

You insert a third finger and he is practically bouncing on your hand, gyrating his hips to stimulate more movement.

"My my. Eager aren't we?"

Breaths start to quicken and you can't wait any longer. You pull your fingers out and in the same motion replace them with your cock. He takes you so beautifully and the sound he makes when you do it nothing short of angelic, just as you'd hoped.

You start thrusting with vigor, holding him in place with one hand across his chest and the other placed low on his belly. You can feel your length going deep inside, pushing into his entrance and kissing his cervix. It isn't long before you are both a panting mess, nearing completion. As warmth builds inside you, your thrusts become desperate. You chase that ecstasy and by the gods you finally catch it.

You both cum with heavy moans and you unload every last drop of your seed inside his fertile womb. He slumps against you, enervated from your coupling. You are still holding his little belly as you let the last bit of cum empty inside him. You imagine that it is enough to make his belly more bloated than it already is.

"Now there's no possible way you aren't pregnant now, boy, is there?"

He shakes his head in embarrassment.

You look forward to your weekly visit even more now. So much so that your weekly visits turn into nearly every other day visits.

Weeks of going to the Brooding Fox go by and every night you find yourself spending it with the newcomer. You absolutely relish watching his little tummy swell with life, becoming rounder with each passing week. You love how embarrassed he is by his condition. How much his belly is growing and how large it seems for being only four months pregnant.

He isn't wrong, though. He is only four months along but looks closer to six. You suspect that whomever bred his fertile womb did such a good job that they put at least two babies in his belly. And you couldn't wait to see how big he would get.

The next night you see him he is nearly five months along and his belly has grown beautifully. It has become the most lovely swell you've ever laid eyes on. His hips have started to widen just enough that he'll be able to give birth naturally and his breasts have turned from barely there to nice, little buds on his chest.

When you he finally sits down beside you your hands immediately go to his belly, caressing and rubbing the swollen roundness. You focus your ministrations low, which elicit the most exquisite sounds from him.

"You like being touched like this don't you?" You croon, continuing to rub his firm swell. "You like knowing your womb has been bred so nicely and you're growing more with every day?"

He nods, already breathless and melting in your arms.

"You want me to fill your belly even more?" You ask.

This has become a recurring conversation between the two of you, usually at the beginning of your sessions. But without fail it does wonders for both of you and often leads to him being bent over and with your cock buried inside him, shooting ropes of cum into his already occupied, but very fertile womb.

Just before you finish, you lean in and whisper: "Once you push this one out I'll make sure your belly is filled with my babies next."

Without fail that phrase brings both of you to the edge. It's quite obvious that despite his embarrassment, the boy rather enjoys having his belly filled to the brim and swollen with babies.

"I'll make sure to put at least three babies in that tummy of yours when the time comes." You add after cumming buckets inside him. Just saying it is often enough to bring your member to full hardness and make the poor boy wet all over again.

Two more months of this pass and he is absolutely glowing. His belly has started to turn into a nice teardrop shape, hanging low on his small frame. His hips have only slightly widened in the past few weeks which only serves to accentuate his gravid, rounded middle. You love rubbing his belly even more now that it's so tight and swollen, yet somehow larger each time you see it. He seems to love it just as much, you caressing his overtaxed and growing tummy.

When he sits now his belly spills into his lap, covering nearly half of it. Your length grows hard thinking about how much larger he will get in the final weeks of his pregnancy.

As time grows near for the birth, you go to the head mistress with a request. You wanted to watch the birth and were willing to pay extra to see it. Naturally, she agreed, seeing no issue in this, especially if you were willing to pay an additional fee up front.

Then, soon enough, the time came.

It miraculously happened during one of your fuck sessions with him, pounding him from behind, holding his incredibly swollen belly and filling him entirely. However when you pulled out, there was a gush of fluid that came with you and a groan from the boy, who clutched at his poor tummy.

"I suppose it's time for the little ones to join the world." You smile with a dark grin as the boy's face scrunches in pain with a contraction.

Several hours pass with his belly tightening and his face contorting in agony as he prepares to push. You rub his overtaxed tummy in a soothing manner, speaking in soft tones to him.

"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." You say, though secretly hoping it takes much longer. You don't want this to go too quickly. You wanted to savor every moment of this. After all, it would be at least a few weeks before you'd be able to pump him full of cum and breed that little belly of his again.

He cries out in pain, pushing with all his might many times over before one of the midwives announces the head is out. Once this happens you've been asked to move to the side, which you oblige. At this point your cock is at near full mast in your trousers and needs attention immediately.

As the boy bears down with another contraction, you reach inside and begin stroking your length slowly, not wanting to cum too quickly. However this proves difficult at you watch his belly tighten again, the skin rippling across as he pushes hard one last time and the room is suddenly filled with a shrill cry of new lungs.

"It's a boy." The midwife says. "We will clean him off while you rest. There is still another in there!" She says with urgency.

"Wait...another?" The exhausted you man says with defeat. You spurt cum in your pants hearing that your theory was right. He really was meant to be bred if he was having twins on the first go.

"Yes, another. Be ready to push again soon."

As the boy slumps bonelessly against the cushion, your cock is already twitching, eager for the next babe to be pushed out.

Before long the young man is breathlessly pushing, his entrance straining against the babe's head.

"I think--" He pants. "I think it's stuck!"

"I know, I know. But you must keep pushing!" The midwife urges. Your length is hard as a rock in your hand again and you stroke it excitedly, hearing that the second baby seems to be larger than the first. It wasn't surprising given how round his belly had been since the beginning.

"That's it, keep pushing! Another!"

He screamed, echoing down the corridors and into the night air. With one last push the head popped out, leaving him enervated on the floor.

"I need to change positions." He says breathlessly, before shifting to his hands and knees.

You could hardly believe your eyes and neither could your cock. He was now bent into the position in which you consistently fucked him raw. It was almost too good to be true, yet there he was; pushing out a second baby like an animal in heat. Your cock leaked precum all over your hand, but you held out just a bit longer.

He grunted and groaned loudly as he bore down again, pushing with all his strength. You pumped up and down your shaft, grunting and groaning in your own way, just much more quietly. His belly tightened and he screamed, then suddenly the second baby was out and you were cumming for the second time in almost as many minutes.

"It's a girl!" Said the midwife, before taking the baby away to be cleaned.

You relax against the wall, watching as your favorite conquest collapses to the floor, entirely spent and practically asleep. You decide it is time to take your leave.

You clean yourself up and before stepping out you go over to the barely conscious young man and say just loud enough for only him to hear: "I'll be back in a few weeks to fill that belly of yours all over again. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're never out of a job while you're here."

He gives the barest of mumbled responses as you step away and disappear into the night.

Six weeks later, true to your word, you are pounding him from behind for the fifth time that night. His little belly round and filled to the brim with your seed. You just know it's already taking root in his fertile womb. It wouldn't be long before his tummy began to swell with young and this time, it would be you that claimed his womb.

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