G!p Dom! Daniela x sub! reader

dni: men, under 18y.o

— g!p Daniela, p in v, smut, unprotected, creampie —

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The air between you had been charged for the last hour, every glance from Daniela across the room sending a quiet shiver down your spine. She had that look — the one where her playful smirk softened into something hungrier, her dark eyes tracking your every move as if you were the only thing in the world worth watching. You had tried to busy yourself with little tasks, but it was useless. When Daniela wanted your attention, she commanded it without a single word.

Now she was impossibly close, her body caging yours against the edge of the bed. The room felt smaller, hotter, every sound muffled except for the ragged rhythm of her breathing mingling with your own. She didn't kiss you yet. Instead, she let her lips hover just over yours, so near that the faintest shift would close the distance. Her breath fanned across your mouth, unsteady and burning. You could see it in the way her pupils had blown wide, swallowing the deep brown of her irises — desire so raw it bordered on feral.

Without warning, her hand shot up and fisted gently but firmly in your hair, right at the nape of your neck. Her fingers twisted into the strands, gripping just shy of too hard, tilting your head back to expose the vulnerable line of your throat. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight through your core. There was no cruelty in it, only the untamed passion that always took over when she craved you this much.

She held you there for a long, breathless moment, her eyes roaming your face like she was memorizing every detail, before her voice finally broke the silence. It came out low and wrecked, scraping against the quiet like a growl she couldn't hold back anymore. "God, baby… you have no idea how badly I want you right now."

The words sank into your skin and stayed there. Then she pressed her hips forward, pinning you more securely against the mattress edge, and you felt it — the rigid proof of her arousal straining through the fabric separating you, insistent and hot against your thigh. The slight grind she made was involuntary, a silent confession of just how undone she already was, even as she remained so utterly in control.

She ducked her head, her lips tracing the outer curve of your ear. A puff of scalding breath hit the sensitive skin there, and then her teeth closed around your earlobe, a sharp little bite meant to make you tremble. It worked. A shaky gasp escaped you before you could stop it, and she hummed in satisfaction, the sound vibrating against your neck.

"So sweet," she murmured, the words dripping with a dark kind of fondness. Her lips moved lower, grazing along the edge of your jaw as her hips pressed into you again, deliberate this time. "I want to hear every single sound you make, okay?" She pulled back just enough to catch your gaze, her expression fierce and utterly sure. "I want this whole room filled with the sounds of how good I make you feel."

The confidence in her tone wrapped around you like a physical touch, leaving no room for doubt. She knew exactly what she was doing to you, and she wasn't going to stop until she had you completely undone beneath her hands.

Daniela didn't give you a single second to catch your breath. The air hadn't even fully left your lungs before she was moving again, driven by a hunger that seemed to erase any trace of patience from her body. Her hands found the hem of your shirt, and with one efficient, almost impatient tug, the fabric was wrenched over your head and tossed carelessly aside. The sound of it landing somewhere distant in the room was barely registered before her fingers were already working on the rest, unclasping, unzipping, peeling away every last barrier until you lay beneath her almost completely bare. Her movements were rough, a little brusque, but there was something strangely reverent hidden in the haste, a fierce, possessive tenderness that made your heart hammer just as fast as her audacity did.

When she finally stilled, it was only to look at you. Her gaze dragged down the length of your exposed body with excruciating slowness, hot and heavy as a physical caress. It lingered at the hollow of your throat, traced the curve of your breasts, and finally settled with deliberate intent on the most intimate parts of you, still barely covered and achingly vulnerable under her stare. She looked at you like she was starving, like the sight alone was something she wanted to consume. Her pupils were blown so wide that the rich brown of her irises had nearly vanished, swallowed whole by raw, unabashed want.

A slow, wicked smirk curled the corner of her mouth. Daniela drank in the expression on your face — the way your eyes, wide and glistening, held a strange mix of innocence and desperate longing. It was a look that pleaded without words, and it clearly did something primal to her.

"Mmm, look at you," she purred, her voice dropping into a register that felt like velvet scraping over gravel. "You're so gorgeous when you look at me like that."

She didn't wait for a response. Her hand descended, trailing a path of fire down your stomach, past your navel, and then lower still, until her fingers slipped confidently between your thighs. The touch was knowing, assured, pressing against the damp heat that had gathered there. A low, satisfied hum rumbled in her chest as she discovered just how ready you already were, your body having betrayed your desire long before your lips could form a single word. The slick evidence coated her fingertips, and the sound it made in the quiet room was utterly obscene.

Then she moved. In one fluid motion, Daniela pressed you deeper into the mattress, the full weight of her body settling on top of yours. Her strong thighs bracketed your own, pinning you in place with an effortless strength that left you utterly helpless beneath her. The heat radiating from her skin seeped into you, a scorching furnace that made your head spin. There was no escape, no respite — only her, surrounding you completely, her scent of warm skin and something muskier flooding your senses.

Her hand abandoned its place between your legs only to grip your backside with sudden, commanding force. Her fingers dug into the plush flesh of your ass, squeezing hard enough to skirt the edge of pain, and a startled gasp tore from your throat. The sharp sensation ricocheted through you, and your body responded on pure instinct, your spine arching off the bed and pressing your hips up into her, offering yourself without a second thought. The dull ache of her grip blended into something deeper, something that pulsed straight to your core.

Daniela watched the involuntary reaction with a dark, satisfied gleam in her eyes. She leaned down, her mouth brushing the shell of your ear, her breath a scorching tide against your skin.

"I'm not going to be gentle," she breathed, the words less a warning and more a dark, delicious promise. Her voice vibrated against you, raw and resolute. "Okay? I want to feel you with every single part of me."

The statement hung in the heated space between you, an absolute decree that left no room for anything but surrender. You could feel her everywhere — her weight, her heat, the fierce grip of her hand, the rigid proof of her own arousal still pressing insistently against your thigh. She wasn't asking for permission. She was telling you exactly how this was going to be, and the sheer, overwhelming confidence of it threatened to unravel you completely before she had even truly begun.

When a startled squeak escaped your lips, and the corner of her mouth twitched in dark amusement at the sound. She settled herself between your legs with a proprietary confidence, making it devastatingly clear that this space belonged entirely to her.

Her hand moved with unerring precision. Her fingertips found your swollen, aching clit with the familiarity of someone who had mapped every inch of your body and memorized exactly where you were most sensitive. She began to rub, starting with a pressure that was already intense and then building it steadily, relentlessly, refusing to grant you even a single moment to adjust. The friction was electric, a searing, insistent pulse of pleasure that bordered on too much, and yet your hips bucked helplessly into her touch, chasing more. Her movements grew increasingly commanding with each passing second, her circles becoming tighter and more demanding, as if she was determined to wring every last drop of control from your trembling body.

A wet, obscene sound filled the quiet room. The unmistakable, slick rhythm of her fingers gliding through the abundant evidence of your arousal. The noise was shameless and loud in the hush, a testament to just how thoroughly she had already undone you.

"Oh, god," she breathed, the words laced with a smug, triumphant satisfaction. "You're dripping everywhere."

Her eyes flashed as they locked onto yours, gleaming with a predatory thrill. She didn't slow her assault on your oversensitive nerves for a second, her fingers still working you with that devastating, relentless pace. "I fucking love that sound… Hear it?" She punctuated the question with a particularly deliberate stroke that made the slick noise even louder, a fresh wave of heat flooding her hand. "That means you're completely mine."

She lowered herself further, shifting her weight until her chest pressed flush against yours. The feeling of her body blanketing you, soft skin and firm muscle pinning you deep into the yielding mattress, was overwhelming. The heat coming off her was a furnace, and her heart pounded so violently against your ribs that you could feel its frantic rhythm mingling with your own. You were utterly caged in, surrounded by the scent of her skin and the heady, musky perfume of shared arousal. There was nowhere to go, nowhere you wanted to go.

Then you felt it. The blunt, hot pressure of her cock nudged against your entrance. It rested there, thick and pulsing with a heartbeat of its own, a promise that hovered just on the edge of fulfillment. She didn't push in. She just held herself there, letting you feel every inch of what was about to claim you, the anticipation coiling in your belly until it was almost agony. A tiny, torturous twitch of her hips made the tip press just barely, fleetingly further, only to retreat again. It was a deliberate, exquisite torment designed to shatter the last of your composure.

Her lips found your ear once more, her voice a ragged command that was half growl, half desperate plea.

"Come on, baby girl, don't you dare hold back," she rasped, her breath hitching with her own barely contained hunger. "Scream for me. Whimper. Do whatever you need to do." Her hips rolled in another agonizingly slow, teasing grind against your slick heat, and a broken moan was torn from your throat in response. "I want to hear every little sound while you melt completely under my hands."

Whatever thin thread of restraint Daniela had been clinging to finally snapped.

The teasing, the whispered promises, the way your body kept responding to her every touch. It was too much. She needed more. Right now. Her patience had burned away completely, leaving behind nothing but raw, aching hunger that demanded to be satisfied.

Before you could even draw your next breath, her hands found your thighs. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh with a possessive urgency, and she spread you open with one decisive motion, settling herself between your legs as if she had every right to be there. And god, she did. She fit against you like she was made to be exactly in that spot, her body aligning with yours in a way that felt inevitable.

There was no pause, no hesitation, no gentle coaxing. Daniela had never been one for preamble when she wanted something this badly. She rolled her hips forward and buried herself inside you with a single, powerful thrust that stole the air from your lungs.

A sharp cry tore from your throat, half surprise and half overwhelming sensation, your back arching off the mattress as your body struggled to accommodate her all at once. The sudden fullness was dizzying, the stretch almost too much but exactly what you craved. Above you, Daniela let out a low, guttural growl of pure satisfaction, the sound vibrating deep in her chest as she pressed her entire weight into you, as if she wanted to fuse your bodies into one.

"Yes… just like that, baby," she breathed, her voice wrecked and trembling with pleasure. Her lips were right at your ear, her words an intimate rumble that skated down the side of your neck like a physical touch. "Take all of me. Every single inch."

And then she started to move.

There was nothing gentle about it. Her rhythm was punishing and deep, each thrust delivered with enough force to make the bedframe groan in protest beneath your tangled bodies. The headboard knocked against the wall in a haphazard beat, a shameless announcement of what was happening. But neither of you cared. The world had shrunk to just the two of you, skin against skin, her body driving into yours with an intensity that bordered on feral.

She was relentless, fucking into you like she was trying to reach the deepest part of your soul, and your body welcomed her with equal desperation. Your hips rose to meet her thrusts without conscious thought, your spine curving, your fingers twisting into the sheets. It was messy and consuming and so impossibly good you could barely breathe through it.

Daniela seized your wrists and pinned them to the pillow on either side of your head, her grip iron-strong. The shift in position pressed her even closer, her chest against yours, her stomach fitting against your heaving belly. She leaned down and crashed her mouth onto yours in a kiss that was more claiming than tender – all teeth and tongue and raw dominance, swallowing every moan that tried to escape your lips.

When she finally broke away, a thin string of saliva still connecting you, her eyes were wild and unfocused, her composure thoroughly shattered.

"Fuck, you're so tight," she rasped, the words breaking apart as another brutal snap of her hips made you cry out and your inner walls clench helplessly around her. "The sounds you make… you're driving me insane."

She punctuated the confession with a thrust so deep and sharp that you arched clean off the bed, a broken wail tumbling from your swollen lips. Above you, Daniela's breathing had turned completely erratic, her chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat glistening across her collarbones. She was close. You could feel it in the way her rhythm was starting to splinter, the careful control she usually wielded like a weapon finally beginning to crumble.

But she wasn't done with you yet. Not even close.

Rhythm Daniela had been holding onto before was gone now, shattered by the sheer force of her own need. Her thrusts grew faster, messier, driven by something deeper than conscious thought. This was pure, primal instinct taking the wheel. Every snap of her hips was raw and powerful, fueled by a desperate hunger that had stripped away every last layer of her restraint.

You could feel all of her. The thick, pulsing heat of her cock reached so deep inside you that it bordered on overwhelming, hitting spots that made your vision blur at the edges. Each stroke felt possessive, deliberate in a way that went beyond pleasure. She wasn't just fucking you. She was claiming you, imprinting herself into every inch of your body, staking a territory only she was allowed to touch.

Her breath hitched violently, and the sound that tore from her throat was somewhere between a strained curse and a broken moan. "Fuck, baby… you're insane… Mmmh!" The words cracked apart as your walls clenched down around her, tight and involuntary, gripping her like your body refused to let her go. The sensation ripped a shudder through her entire frame.

Her hand abandoned its grip on your wrists and came down hard on your ass instead, the slap sharp and echoing through the heated air. The sting bloomed across your skin a split second before the sound even registered — a crisp, commanding crack that mingled obscenely with the wet, rhythmic sounds of your slickness coating her with every driving thrust. Beneath it all ran the ragged symphony of your combined breathing, harsh and desperate.

She leaned in close, so close that her forehead nearly pressed against yours, her sweat damp skin glinting in the low light. Her eyes locked onto yours. There was something wild burning behind them now, a fierce, triumphant fire that dared you to look away.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," she commanded, her voice dropping into something low and absolute. It wasn't a request. It was an order, sharp and unyielding, cutting through the haze of your pleasure. "Look at me. I want to see everything. I want to watch you fall apart."

Her hips snapped forward one final time, a punishingly deep, rapid series of strokes that pushed you both relentlessly toward the edge, leaving no room for anything but the shattering release she demanded from you.

The control Daniela had been clinging to finally shattered.

Her hips slammed into yours without mercy, the pace turning frantic, almost animalistic. Each thrust drove deeper than the last, the force of it stealing the air from your lungs and replacing it with nothing but her. Her scent, her heat, the wild, desperate sounds tearing from her throat. It felt like she was trying to crawl inside you, to fuse your bodies together until there was no telling where she ended and you began.

Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips again, harder this time, gripping with bruising intensity as if you were the only anchor keeping her tethered to the earth. You could feel the red imprints she was leaving behind, little crescents of ownership that would ache sweetly tomorrow.

She must have felt you trembling on the edge, your body tightening around her like a coiled spring, because her voice cut through the haze — raw and wrecked, more growl than speech. The words ripped out of her chest, desperate and commanding all at once. "Yes... yes, baby, that's it! Come for me. Now."

There was no resisting it, no holding back. She drove into you with a handful of final, devastating strokes, and then you felt it — the first hot pulse deep inside you as she started to come undone. A low, broken moan spilled from her lips as her head fell back, the elegant line of her throat catching the dim light. Her entire body went taut above you, shuddering with the force of her release, and that was all it took to send you spiraling after her. The ecstasy crashed through you in great, rolling waves, your body arching into hers as you felt her slick, spreading cum filling you completely.

Daniela collapsed.

All the strength bled out of her at once as she dropped heavily onto you, her weight a welcome, grounding pressure against your over-sensitized body. She buried her face into the curve of your neck, her forehead pressing damp and hot against your skin. You could feel every ragged breath she took, each exhale scalding against the hollow of your throat. Her whole body trembled in the aftermath, fine tremors still wracking her muscles, and you wrapped your arms around her instinctively, holding her there as if you could shield her from the intensity of her own pleasure.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your tangled breathing slowly finding a steadier rhythm and the frantic hammering of her heart, which you could feel thudding against your own ribcage.

Then, muffled against your neck, her voice came softer. "Oh... god... you're so perfect." She let out a shaky, breathless laugh, her lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

Daniela let out a heavy, ragged exhale against your neck, the sound fraying into a low, breathy groan as she felt every last ounce of tension drain from her muscles. Her body was still trembling, fine tremors chasing themselves down her spine and through her limbs, too overwhelmed to fully settle. Even now, buried deep inside you, she wasn't quite still — her cock gave another weak, lazy twitch, overstimulated and spent, yet still pulsing faintly in rhythm with her erratic breathing. You could feel it, those tiny, involuntary aftershocks, each one coaxing out another thin, pearly thread of release that she had nothing left to give. Her body was simply surrendering to you, completely and utterly.

She pressed closer, sinking her weight into you with a sigh that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. She blanketed your body with her own, cocooning you in her fading heat as if she could shield you from the entire world simply by holding on tight.

The heavy pull of exhaustion was already dragging at her. Her eyelids fluttered once, twice, and then stayed shut, her lashes dark against her flushed cheeks.

She was already teetering on the edge of sleep when her lips moved against your shoulder, the words slurred and barely audible. "Mmm... my girl..."

g!p daniela avanzini x fem!reader

tags: p in v, swallowing

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: ineedhersobadplsplspls

scene : daniela wants to touch something 'tangible' to buss a nut in. Though you're her best friend she wants you.

content warning : tit sucking , jerking off , g!p daniela , Daniela being a pervert , riding , pet names , creampie , fem reader , dirty talk , kissing , hickeys.

author's note : so hey guys 😋 . m.list

Daniela groaned her head dropping back onto her pillows as her tv played some random porn video that she clicked on - the first one that showed up on the website. "F-fuck" she pumped her shaft over and over again the pre-cum dripping from her tip all the way down to her "blue balls.

She but down on the bottom of her lip, "It hurts so m'funkin bad.." her gaze drifted from the tv screen to the photo of you and her on her wall. Her dick twitched at the thought of her bending you over —

"no m'huggfuck." she hummed, "she's my best friend." but her hand didn't stop stroking her length. It got faster, her breathing got heavier and she closed her eyes.

— you were on her bed. Completely bent over as she shoved her whole shaft into you, though she stated that shed put

"only the tip in it pretty" she thought of how'd you moan, whimper, whine her name and ask her to give you her 'babies'.

"s-shit yn." her grip became tighter as she went around the tip of her length. "..oh gosh.. yn.. I'm so m'hard tor you right now." She whined, "wish i could just shove this huge cock into those plumb limps of yours." She kept murmuring to herself, completely clueless of your presence at her door.

You stood there shocked, your mouth dropped - she was moaning your name. Not just moaning, she was clearly imagining herself fucking your mouth and pussy. Though you watched in awe as the wet sounds from her hand moving was clearly drawing your attention away from the clear porn video playing on the tv.

You stood silent your own heat becoming wet from the sight. You considered stepping in or making your presence known or even letting her know you were standing at the door or in the same room as her.

Though as soon as you stepped in an item from her dresser dropped, you froze - daniela's movement slowed as she opened her eyes. You froze standing still as you guys eyes locked together.

Her hazel eyes meeting your brown ones.

However, she didn't stop as her hand continued moving over the tip. "oh fuck." she squeezed her length from the base.

"Are you gonna just stand there and watch me jerk my shit off or are you gonna come here and lemme burry my dick into your pretty pink hole.."

You froze at the vulgar language — "what?"

Daniela sighed— clearly enjoying your reaction, "your basically drooling over my cock pretty, do wanna ride it.?" You nodded subconsciously, biting down on your bottom lips.

"C'mon pretty, my dick don't bite, but my teeth do." Daniela smirked, looking at your tits as you walked over to her bed.

“Are those my joggers..?” She nodded towards the grey sweatpants that you were wearing, it was her you technically ‘borrowed’ it from her this morning when she was at work.

You nodded, “I borrowed them this morning— when you left..” you crawled over to her sitting on your knees between her legs on her bed. “..is that okay..?” you asked tilting your head to the side.

But Daniela was too distracted by your boobs as you talked, she was looking at your nipples that looked to be begging to be freed. You poked her shoulder, “my eyes are up here daniela.”

She looked up to you, smirking, “oh i know pretty — but, i don’t care if you wear my clothes.. your boobs are just so..” she sat up and reached out, her thumb rubbing over your nipple. Your breath hitched.

“Arms up pretty..” you followed arms up in the air as Daniela took off your white tank top. Her mouth came agar, “fuck..” you noticed her dick twitched at your boobs, like she was aching for you.

She cupped your right and left boob. “Just perfect for my hands pretty.. — you fit right into my palms..” she shifted her weigh, patting her lap.

You sat in her lap your clothed heat against her naked heat. “Lemme just taste you..” her mouth lowered to your boobs as your head leaned back whimpering.

She sucked like there was something to get out of your boob. Her tongue traced lines all across your nipple taking in the sweetness of your skin. She sucked on your chest her mouth moving to your neck then back down. Leaving a trail of hickeys across your body.

She then pulled away looking up at you.

“Imma fill you up with my fucking babies yea?” She nodded as you guys locked eyes, you nodded in sync. “..yeah..”

She tugged at the sweatpants, you shimmied to take it off and watched as daniela maundered underneath you so that you could fit her inside you. Her thumb grazed your heat, “oh fuck..you already that soaked for me pretty?”

You nodded, she smacked your ass causing you to whine in response. You giggled as she pulled your panties to the side, she grabbed the base of your cock rubbing it up and down your slick sticky folds. “So gushy fuck...”

You whined, “just.. put it in already..” becoming impossibly pathetically impatient by the moment.

She teased your entrance once more, “woah, i gotta savour this moment pretty.. unless you want me to full this pussy up seven times a week, twenty four hours a day for me..” you didn’t even think about what she said but you nodded anyways, at this point you just wanted daniela deep inside you.

She pushed in owning a moan / groan from the both of you. “S-shit.. ooh you tight as fuck ma.. damn.. just be gripping my shit like.. fuck..” her hands reached your waist as she guided you on how to ride her.

You took her all in and you moved back and forth, wet sounds echoing in her room. “ahh..dani..” she continued to guide you as your hands search for her baggy tee shirt gripping the tee. You looked down letting yourself go.

“Thats it baby, work for that cream pie.. m’fuck..” you felt her thrust into you, your pace quickened — chasing that feeling. “Dani.. dani.. m’close..” you leaned into her hold as she thrusted into you.

“Whose pussy does this belong to?” Daniela asked into your ear, her grip on your waist getting tighter and the skin slapping getting louder.

“Y-yours dani.. all m’yours..” you clenched harder, sucking her straight back in.

She whined, “oh I’m so fucking close, lemme nut in ya, yeah?” Your brain was so foggy you couldn’t recognise what she was asking so you. “I promise ah i’ll buy u.. hmpf’uckk..” she continued to pound into you, “..a plan B..”

You hid your face in her neck shock disagreeing with her rambling. “Mhm..no..i can’t..” but you gripped on daniela’s shirt, you were clenching hard on her cock.

“i wanna cum in you pretty..” she continued to thust into you hitting your cervix completely. “..imma give you mghh my baby.. bring us closer together yea..”

She pulled you in close, “yeah fuck c-cumin ma.. s-shit.. yn.” she thrusted straight up and into you, you clenched down so hard you could feel that one big vein on the aide of her cock.

Your legs shook, moaning into her neck. “hungg daniela..” she thrusted into you letting you ride out your orgasm, “oh gosh.. you really fit me perfectly in that pussy of yours..”

You went limp on her, you head rested in her shoulder. She pulled out causing all the cum to slowly drip out of your hole and onto Daniela’s abdomen. She smirked.

“..so you want a round two..?”

g!p biker!megan x fem!reader

summary. Your useless tire just had to puncture in the middle of a dark road. Lucky for you, a sexy biker is passing by and comes to your aid.

content. g!p megan, p in v, humiliation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk,

"Shit, shit, shit."

You spat the words out with anger. Your hands, still trembling with frustration, were holding the manual that supposedly explained how to change a tire.

It was 11 pm on a road in the middle of nowhere. A stupid pothole you didn't see had punctured your car's rear tire. You were kneeling next to the flat tire, and you could feel the asphalt's dampness starting to seep through the fabric of your jeans.

You had everything you needed: the jack, the lug wrench, and the spare tire. But you were missing the most important thing: knowing how to use any of it.

Fear came first, like a small thought settling in your chest. You looked one way. Nothing. You looked the other way. Nothing. Just the empty road stretching out until it disappeared into the darkness, the trees on the sides barely moving with a breeze that was starting to turn cold.

You sat on the rear fender of your car and let your head fall into your hands. The tears didn't come. Not yet. You were too angry to cry, too frustrated.

That's when you heard the engine.

It wasn't the sound of a car. It was deeper, rougher — a vibration you felt in your chest before your ears registered it. You looked up. At the end of the straightaway, a dark spot grew in size, accompanied by a single headlight.

A motorcycle.

The roar grew more intense as it approached. The rider wore a heavy leather jacket. High work boots, the kind with steel toes and muddy laces. Short-fingered gloves. A full-face helmet with a dark visor that hid any features.

The motorcycle slowed down as it passed your car. For a second you thought it was going to keep going. But no. The bike stopped a few meters ahead; the exhaust coughed once and then it turned around. The rider handled it with a cocky smoothness and parked it facing your car, the headlight still on pointing directly at you.

The engine shut off.

The rider put the bike on its kickstand and got off slowly. She took off her gloves finger by finger. And then, only then, she turned toward you.

"Looks like you've got problems, princess."

You didn't know her. You'd never seen her before in your life. But you already hated her. For the way she said "princess," like you were a lost little girl in a mall. For the arrogance in her shoulders, in the way she stood, in her smug smile.

"Excuse me?" You jumped off the fender as if propelled by a spring. Your feet hit the asphalt hard. Fear dissolved into anger, a hot anger that rose up your chest and settled in your throat. "Who the fuck do you think you are to call me that?"

The stranger tilted her head, barely. A minimal gesture, but one that radiated a confidence that drove you crazy. She brought her hands to her helmet. Unclasped it with a sharp movement. Lifted it off.

And all the air left your lungs.

She wasn't just attractive. She was overwhelmingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that pulls sighs out of you and makes it impossible to look away.

She stood there, the helmet dangling from one hand, the wind playing with her hair. And that smile, that damn smile, didn't go away.

"I'm Megan," she said, her voice sounding different now that you could see her face, softer but just as confident. "And I came to save your ass, from the looks of it."

"I don't need saving," you spat, crossing your arms tightly, as if that could protect you from the way she was looking at you. Your fingers dug into your own arms.

"Sure," she laughed. The laugh was deep, warm, and echoed on the empty road like something out of place. "So, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and change the tire, mhm?"

"None of your business."

Megan raised an eyebrow, and her eyes ran over you from head to toe: your loose jeans but tight on your ass, your small waist peeking out from under your baby tee. She stopped for a second on your chest, where your nipples were slightly visible through the fabric from the cold — of course she stopped there, God — then on the curve of your neck, your tan, and finally on your eyes.

"What are you staring at, freak?"

She took a step closer. Then another. Her leather jacket creaked with the movement, and the perfume she left in her wake was woody, with something like tobacco and leather, completely different from what you expected from someone who looked like she stepped out of a movie.

"Stop acting so proud and let me see," she said, her voice dropping an octave, becoming more intimate. Then she moved away again, crouching down next to the tire. Her fingers ran over the punctured rubber. "Damn, how did you even get a puncture like this?" she said without looking at you. She grabbed the lug wrench, inspected it, set it aside. She picked up the jack, turned a lever, checked something your inexperienced eyes couldn't see. "No one ever comes down this road, princess."

"Stop calling me princess."

She looked up. Those black eyes pierced you from below, and you felt naked, exposed, as if she could see right through you.

"Why? Does it bother you?"

"Yes."

She smiled. "That's why I'm not going to stop."

"Are you going to help me or are you just going to stand there watching?" you asked, the challenge in your voice a shield, a last line of defense.

"I thought you knew how to do it." The blood rushed to your face. The heat burned your cheeks, your ears, your chest. Your pride shattered into a thousand pieces.

"Yeah, I do," you lied, your voice coming out sharper than you meant it to. "But I don't want to get my clothes dirty."

The silence stretched. Megan looked at you. And even knowing it was a lie, she grabbed the lug wrench and started working. You watched her loosen the lug nuts on the flat tire. A small bead of sweat ran down her forehead, and you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together.

She worked fast. She was good at this. She jacked up the car in less time than it had taken you to read the instructions. Pulled off the flat tire with a sharp tug. Put on the spare.

When she was done, she lowered the car, put the tools away, picked up the flat tire, and tossed it into your trunk like it weighed nothing. She wiped her hands on her jeans, leaving black grease stains on the worn fabric.

"Thanks," you said, the word coming out small, insufficient.

"Just thanks?"

"What more do you want?"

Megan looked at you. Her eyes dropped to your lips, went back to your eyes, dropped again. The silence filled with tension. You could feel your breath slowly catching.

"My help isn't free."

She took another step closer. Now she was so close you could see the pores of her skin, a tiny scar on her right eyebrow, the shine of her lips chapped by the road wind.

"How much do you want?" you asked, your hand instinctively going to the wallet in your back pocket.

Megan shook her head with a small laugh.

"I don't want money, princess."

"Then what?"

The answer didn't come with words. It came with the heat of her body pressing against yours, with the leather of her jacket brushing your bare arms, with a hand on your neck and lips that took over yours before you could even think about pulling away.

The kiss wasn't gentle. It was hungry, desperate, as if she'd been holding something back since she got off the bike. Her tongue bit your lower lip, sucked it, and a moan escaped your throat before you could swallow it.

You didn't push her away.

That was your downfall.

Your hands went up to the leather of her jacket, gripped her shoulders, and you kissed her back with the same intensity. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulled gently, and another moan came from somewhere you didn't know existed.

"That's my payment," Megan said, her voice hoarse, her chest rising and falling fast. "You are the payment."

She didn't give you time to say anything. She'd already turned you around like you weighed nothing. Your hands found the bike's gas tank, palms flat against the cold metal, and Megan pressed against your back before you could complain. Her leather jacket creaked against your shirt.

Her hands went down your sides, slowly. They reached the waistband of your jeans. She unbuttoned them with skill. The fabric came down along with your underwear, and the cold night air hit your bare skin, making you shiver.

"Megan…" you started to say.

"Shut up," she whispered against your ear. Her fingers touched you, barely, feeling how wet you already were. A deep laugh vibrated against your neck. "Look at what you've become. Just from one kiss."

"Shut up."

You heard the sound of her belt, metal clinking, leather creaking as she positioned herself behind you. Then you felt the heat of her cock pressing against your entrance. The pressure. The size. All of it.

It wasn't a slow or careful entry. It was a firm, constant pressure that made your entire abdomen clench. You felt every inch like a hot, solid invasion, stretching you from the inside, filling you in a way that bordered on unbearable. It was enormous. Every inch of her cock seemed designed to fill you in a way you didn't know you needed.

The cry that escaped you was lost on the empty road, swallowed by the night. It wasn't a cry of pain, but it wasn't just pleasure either. It was a dirty mix of both, a complete surrender.

"Fuck," you heard Megan say behind you, her voice broken by the tension. "You're… fuck, you're incredibly tight."

Your fingers dug into the bike's cold tank. Knuckles white. Arms trembling. You could feel your own wetness lubricating every small movement, could hear the sticky, obscene sound of her pelvis pressing against the bottom of your ass.

Megan rested her forehead between your shoulder blades. Her hot breath went through the thin fabric of your shirt, leaving a trail of steam on your cold, goosebumped skin.

"Shh," she murmured. "Fuck, you're so tight."

She started moving.

Slow thrusts at first, deep, each one making you see stars. You could feel her pull out almost completely, leaving you empty for a second, only to sink back in to the hilt. The sound was obscene: a wet, rhythmic slap that mixed with your gasps and the creak of leather. Her hands squeezed your hips with a force that would surely leave bruises, and you, against all common sense, were pushing back to take more.

"Spank me," the word came out of your mouth with need before you could stop it. It was barely a whisper, but loud enough for Megan to hear.

"What? What did you say?" She pressed closer to you, bringing her ear to your mouth, wanting to hear your need clearly. "Come on, princess, don't be shy now."

"Spank me, please."

You didn't have to repeat it. Megan, with an ear-to-ear grin, straightened up just enough to have the perfect view of your ass, still pushing back against her cock. Then she raised her hand in the air and brought it down hard against your cheek.

The slap rang out sharp in the empty night. An immediate burn spread across your skin, and you felt it make you clench around her involuntarily. You tried to stifle the moan as much as possible while your arms gave out and you fell against the seat, bending over even more.

"You like that, you filthy slut?" Megan asked, her voice full of fake disgust that only made you wetter.

"More… harder," you managed to say.

"So dirty," Megan complained, but her hand went up again and again crashed down on your already sore ass. Then another. And another. And another.

Each spank left a burning mark. You could feel your skin vibrating after each hit, how the pain transformed into a deeper, more desperate need. Saliva started to drool from the corner of your lips. Your eyes filled with tears.

You were already a mess of moans, gasps, and tears. By now you didn't really care if someone passed by. You just wanted to feel her. And fuck, you were feeling her.

You couldn't stay quiet. Moans escaped your throat without permission, mixed with her name, with insults that went nowhere. "Megan, Megan, please, don't stop, don't stop, like that, like that, fuck, like that." The words came out clumsy, slurred, almost unintelligible.

Megan was fucking you against her bike, in the middle of the empty road, and you were liking it more than any sane person would admit.

"I'm going to… I'm going to come," you managed to say, your voice a broken thread.

"Come for me, come on."

The orgasm hit you like a whip. Your vision blurred for a second. Your whole body shook completely, fingers scratching the bike's paint, mouth open in a hoarse cry that disappeared into the night. You felt your insides clench around her cock over and over, uncontrollable spasms that left you breathless. Your legs trembled nonstop. Your back arched like a bow. You drooled completely, a string of saliva falling onto the bike's tank.

When the waves passed, when your body fell even more against the seat, she was still inside you. She hadn't come yet.

She started moving again.

The moans that came out of your mouth were different now, higher-pitched, mixed with whines of overstimulation. Each thrust was too much. Too deep, too intense, too everything. Your walls were still sensitive, burning, and each brush felt like a small explosion.

"Megan," you cried. Hot tears ran down your cheeks and fell onto the bike's tank, mixing with your own saliva. "Megan, I can't take anymore."

One of your hands reached back, trying to find her hip, trying to slow her down. But she caught it. She intertwined her fingers with yours, a gesture almost tender compared to what was actually happening.

"No no no, baby," she said, and the new nickname, softer, undid you more than any insult. "You're going to take it all. That's my payment for helping you. Remember I helped you, right?"

You nodded. You couldn't speak. The words had gone somewhere between your tight throat and your sobs. But you nodded.

"Say it."

"I'm going to… take it all," you sobbed.

"Such a good girl," she muttered against your ear.

She sped up. The rhythm became frantic. The sound of her hips against your ass filled the night, a wet, constant slap that mixed with your muffled screams. You didn't know if you were crying from pleasure or from pain or from both. You just knew you didn't want it to stop. Megan kept moving, and her breathing became more erratic, closer to the edge. Her fingers squeezed your hips hard, leaving white fingertip marks on your brown skin.

It only took a few more thrusts for you to feel her cock swell inside you, hard and pulsing. Her movements became more erratic, her moans higher-pitched, and then she pulled out quickly. You heard the wet sound of her hand sliding along her own cock, rubbing uncontrollably.

She aimed toward your ass, toward your lower back, and the first hot spurt fell on your skin. You felt the warm, thick impact at the base of your spine, slowly sliding down the curve of your back. Another spurt hit your side, hot and liquid. Another splashed the leather seat of her bike. A final thread fell on your reddened ass, mixing with the marks from her spanks.

You stayed there, trembling, breathing hard, feeling her cum slide down your skin and drip onto the asphalt.

"Look what you did," Megan said. Her voice was hoarse, tired, but still with that hint of amusement. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. "Look at the mess you made on my bike."

You turned slightly to look at her. Her eyes were bright, her hair completely disheveled, her smile crooked. She still had her cock in her hand, wet and semi-erect, dripping onto her fingers.

"Clean it up," she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Clean it up for me, princess."

You looked at her. Swallowed. Your pride was shattered somewhere between the asphalt and the shadows.

"Megan…"

"Come on."

You knelt in front of the bike. You felt the cold, rough asphalt against your bare knees. You lowered your face to the leather seat. Your tongue tasted the salty, acidic, slightly bitter flavor. The smell of leather, of sex, of night. You closed your eyes and licked, slowly, collecting every drop, every trace. You could feel Megan's gaze burning into the back of your neck, could feel her watching you with that smug smile.

Megan stood watching you, hands on her hips, her chest still rising and falling. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to.

When you finished, when the seat was as clean as you could make it, you looked up. Your face was hot, your pride in tatters, your body sore, the taste of her still on your tongue.

"Happy now?" you asked, your voice broken.

Megan looked at you for a long while. Then she crouched down, lifted your face with two fingers, and kissed you. Soft. Very different from how she had kissed you before. Her tongue barely brushed yours, and when she pulled back, her eyes were bright. You could taste your own flavor mixed with hers on her lips.

When you separated, she pressed her forehead against yours and with that stupid smug smile said:

Dragon!Rengoku x Fem!Reader

10k words

Sfw Warnings: "Love" at first sight, Fighting rings, Dragon AU, Background IguroxMitsuri, Reader gets sassy and it bites her in the ass, Kyojuro is a lil mean at times then gets nice and gives kissies :)

Nsfw Warnings: Smut, Dubcon, Kidnapping, Mating rituals, Hide and seek sex, Knotting, Creampie, Breeding, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Overstimulation, Threats of rough sex, Spanking, Praise kink, Eventual Pregnancy

When attending a dragon fighting match, you catch a certain competitor’s attention…

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Across the room comes the piercing, repetitive sound of an alarm.

You look to Sanemi in question, whimpering as the warm comfort of his body abruptly pulls away from you. The little cry of protest you make at the loss of his warmth tugs at his heart, but he’s got an obligation to see to. Jaw tight, Sanemi ignores the own ache he feels as he crosses the floor of the hotel room to rummage through your luggage, his cock painfully hard where it bounces against his abdomen.

It takes him only a second to find the small card lined with those tiny white pills. Quickly, he pops one free and holds it between his teeth, reaching to silence the alarm blaring on his discarded phone.

Pill wedged carefully between his teeth, Sanemi makes his way back to you and climbs onto the bed, knocking your legs apart with his knee.

He ignores your questioning look, too focused on the slightly swollen lips of your pussy, the glistening slickness of your own arousal mixed with his cum.

Fuck, he’ll never get enough of it.

Giving himself a firm pump, Sanemi lines his tip back up with your entrance and slides home once more. He resumes his pace with ease, fucking you as though he never stopped, while you writhe and moan beneath him.

“Hey,” he commands around the pill still perched between his teeth. The moment your eyes, hazy with pleasure, find his, Sanemi grabs your jaw. His fingers squish your cheeks as he surges toward you, closing his mouth roughly over yours.

Your lips part for him and Sanemi forces your birth control into your mouth, parting with one flick of his tongue against yours. He pulls back, his hands sliding under your ass, tilting your hips up as he settles in his knees.

Stunned, your mouth remains slightly open as you stare up at him, pupils blown wide.

“Swallow it.” Sanemi commands, forcing himself to hold your stare instead of letting his eyes fall to your breasts as they bounce with his movements. “Your birth control. Swallow it.”

When he does not see the telltale bob of your throat, Sanemi unlatches a hand from your ass and brings it to where your bodies are connected.

A graze of his nail of your clit makes you buck, but Sanemi slows his movements. “Swallow it.” He orders again, noting with some relish, the indignant scrunch of your eyebrows as he stops moving all together. “Do it, or else I won’t come in you.”

He’s dead serious and you know it. Still, the threat of him not filling you up the way he knows you need quickly turns your eyebrows up, your eyes widening with a plea.

Hastily, you swallow under Sanemi’s discerning eye. The moment the pill slides down your throat, you hold your tongue out for him, eager.

A pleased smirk settles on his lips and you clench around him. “That’s my girl,” he purrs, carefully drawing his hips back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you.

Sanemi’s hands anchor your hips. He rises slightly on his knees, bringing your lower half with him and pauses. A flick of his eyes to yours, and he slams forward, impaling you on the thick, full length of him.

Disc: How they eat you out Chars: Sanemi, Tengen, Rengoku, Giyuu Words:1k Tags: Fem!reader, oral, dirty talk, pussy slapping, pussy spitting, marking, biting, pet names like princess, bunny and kitten. ---------- A/N: per usual, as all of my writing is written with plus sized in mind, can be read as normal. NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL. I wanted to do more but I didn't want to get too repetitive AND AS USUAL MNDI 18+ CONTENT

uzui loves this taste; it was so sweet, not like biting into a pastry from your local bakery. no, this was even better. the creaminess slipping down his tongue as he smirked from in between your thighs, looking straight into your eyes, the taste your body produced whenever you were wet was better than sex itself.

grabbing his hair from the root because of the way his tongue swirled around your clit, teasing it before sliding his tongue down your slit a couple of times before sliding his tongue inside you repeatedly, your toes curling and your back arching.

you enjoyed this just as much as he did; he took his time with you so that he could get more of that sweet taste out of you, making his eyes flutter every time he tasted it. pushing your thighs so he could have an open view of your pussy, watching you leak, and licking it up as he could have more.

his mouth tingling from how much he enjoyed licking up everything that dripped from you, smiling as he did it. he would rather eat your pussy than do anything else; that's all he ever wanted to do. just eat your pussy until he has that sweet taste in your mouth that spreads across his tongue like his favorite drink.

your moans are giving him extra motivation to keep going. he was so pussy drunk that his nose would be wet because of how deep he was in between your thighs, the grip of his fingertips pushing into your skin and leaving its mark after turning you on. he was so good at the way he licked you up that it made you jealous.

sometimes he didn't even want to stop; this was a hobby for him. eating you out until your taste was dispersed onto his tongue was productivity; that's all that was on his mind most of the time, and he just couldn't help it. the thoughts he had were that he couldn't think about enough or that he'd want to be in between your thighs until someone pried him off of you.

the sweet taste that slipped out of you and onto his tongue was a taste that no one else could ever get from you, and it was a taste that uzui never tasted from anyone. it was one of a kind, and that's why he found himself in the same place on the bed in between your thighs, fucking you with his mouth until he got it in his mouth again because he never wanted it to go away.

taking the time to lick you up and swallow the taste with every lick it did on your pussy, licking your slit, picking up that sweet taste, and doing the same as he slid his tongue in and out of you as he held you in place.

even slipping two of his fingers in repeatedly, pumping into you until the sweetness was coating his fingers, looking straight at you, knowing it turned you on even more. before licking it off, he would slip them into your mouth so you could taste how good you were and get the same experience he did, but you just didn't get it like he did.

it turned him on to watch you, but he knew that the taste didn't explode and tingle around in your mouth like it did for him when your wetness dripped out of you and all around his mouth and down his throat.

his mouth was all yours; he never wanted to have it anywhere else besides your pussy, making sure to collect everything that slipped out of you when you were aroused because of the taste it came with. all he wanted to do was do that at you up, swallow every sweet thing that came out of you, and repeat it until you couldn't take it anymore.

the way you moaned his name gave him the motivation he needed to keep doing this, to keep giving you what you deserved, and that was pleasure, making you cum with every lick he put on your pussy while you slid your hand through his hair, tugging it every time you felt a deep jolt of pleasure sure through you.

a smile on his face every time he would make you cum, his mouth dripping with your fluid, and the next minute it was dripping from his chin onto the bed sheets that were already damp with sweat, your fluids, and his saliva.

He likes to look up at you while he eats you out with those pretty eyes full of lust… “look at me, angel. look at how good I’m making you feel.”

He loves holding your hand, and if you look away he’ll hold your bud between his teeth lightly as a warning…

He usually doesn’t like to see you cry, but your eyes are so pretty when you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s given you.

He likes to tongue fuck you too but man… he loves sucking on your clit.

He likes to hear you whimper and whine, and loves when you tug on his hair or give him a little guidance

He can’t deny he gets really hard when you gently push his head towards your entrance, wanting some attention there too!!

The sounds…

He’s squeezing your thighs as he sucks, nibbles, licks… you’d think he was starving for pussy

He really just wants to make you feel good, but honestly he eats you out because he really really enjoys it.

He would do it regardless but… it does help that he loves it!

Trying to do anything around the house after he’s gotten a taste of pussy is hard. And god sitting on this man’s face?? He would go to cloud 9…

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