âThatâs it, babes,â comes Kyleâs voice as they let you up for air.
âFigured it out yet?â John asks as you feel the drool slide over your chin. The blindfold makes it impossible to see who is standing where, but you know theyâre all there. Standing around your kneeling form on the floor.
âNo,â you gasp out as a thumb helps you wipe away the spittle since your hands are bound in your lap. âI-Johnny?â You try.
âNot quite,â Johnny answers with a chuckle.
âJust going to have to keep practicing until you tell us apart by feel,â Simon answers before someone presses their cock against your lips again.
You take it easily, flattening your tongue to let it slide all the way to the back of your throat. They thought they were slick to trick you. John fucking your throat while Kyle held your head and moved you. Switching quickly when you gagged and gasped for air, going as far as distracting you with their hands between your legs so youâd keep getting it wrong.
You knew though. Had known since the start who was who by touch and sound alone. But listening to them trying to restrain themselves while they âtaughtâ you had turned into your own little game. See how long they could hold out before they came all over, or in, you. So far it felt like Johnny was going to lose first based on how he twitched in your mouth as you scraped your teeth over him.
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Bill and Fleur had been at it for twenty torrid minutes. The cottage's air crackled.
In her own bedroom, Hermione stared feverishly at the ceiling and muttered, "Jesus Christ."
"Oh?" Luna also looked up. "That would have been quite interesting."
"Sorry, I'm melting. IâŚI have to undress."
Luna watched Hermione's red and trembling hands. "Do you need to masturbate?"
Hermione busied herself with her pajama buttons and quietly confessed, "I wish I could. I've never been able to with just my hand."
Luna grinned, alert and eager to learn something new. "Have you ever tried with someone else's hand?"
Summary: Your master is a hard man to not fall for, always so kind and patient with you- over the years had your feelings blossomed, and newfound fantasies weaved after catching him in a private momentâŚyour thoughts are now dreadfully loud.
A/N: Did this for smutsgiving despite the fact I am not American(and this Drabble turned into a one shot so oops). enjoy :)
Distractions are not encouraged in your teachings, which makes the fact that he, your own master, being the distraction far more ironic.
As you walked along with him, his words drifting into a distant fog, did your hands become clammy and your breath all but taken. His honeyed words and sun-kissed features were scarred into every little crevice of your mind, taking residence that you were found guilty of never wishing to let go. A simple crush brought you something to look forward to each day, always so terribly happy to see your master.
He was so kind and patient with you after all these years, every touch of your skin shooting electric sparks through your veins. He was an addictive pleasure, thinking of him at all hoursâŚfoolishly distracted by the idea of being with your master.
Words were spoken but you paid them no mind, unable to forgo the stolen sight you had captured of him some nights ago; catching him in a moment so intimate with himself, his large yet delicate hands gripping himself hard and in a way so different from the patient man you knew so well. The whimpers and soft whines captured in your brain played over and over again, a symphony of desires you wanted nothing more than to be the reason for.
Every deep breath he took sent you spiralling, reminding you of that night when he had grunted and took heavy breaths of euphoria, essentially making every noise in the book. You have no idea if he saw, nor knew you were there, but you certainly would never forget it. He was so hot, making all those pretty noises when he touched himself- youâd never expected for him to be so loud, but maker did it turn you on.
You helplessly imagined the veins and ridges youâd seen, wondering if he would be as rough with you as he was with himself, or perhaps more gentle and attentiveâŚyou thought he would make a compassionate and considerate lover in all likelihood, looking after your every little need when you needed him most.
Fuck- you needed him most now. Your skin was on fire, clothes suddenly causing you to feel so hot as you wanted to rip them off to ease the building tensions. He was so thick, the cum leaking from his pink tip as his flushed cheeks pumped with blood and excitement at the prospect of touching himself like he had.
What had set him off? And was it so wrong to let curiosity get to you, to allow for your thoughts to drift into territory that consisted of him laying you on your back as he pumped his hard cock for you in preparation, brushing the tip through your slit as he praised you in the same way he always did when in class.
You imagined yourself begging for him to drift into the warmth you could provide, the sweetest noises falling from between his lips as your walls hugged him tighter the further he entered you. Could you make him feel good like that? could you be the reason that your calm and collected master turns into a pleasured mess of perfect bliss and desperate moans? He seemed so needy, and you knew you could help him feel so much better.
You felt the arousal pool below as you craved for him to thrust himself into you, every push and pull leading you closer to the edge of ecstasy itself, dragging his cock over your gushing walls as you cried for him; feeling the tender kisses placed anywhere he could possibly reach as he fucked you until you saw stars.
That perfect warmth and comfort of your bodies moving together, holding each other close as you whimpered into his neck, imagining his fingers brushing through your hair as he shook and moaned in your nameâŚ
All those breathless curses and whines youâd witnessed took control of your being, zoned out entirely as he was speaking with you. You couldnât fight the idea of him ravishing your body, his hands and kisses and words so gentle whilst his thrusts were hard and deep as he made you take all he had to offer.
-But he was also so big, and that led you to imagine back to the beginning, if he would coo loving praises against your skin as you whimpered at his size. You could already hear his voice telling you how good you were doing, that you could do it- that you could take it like he knew his perfect angel could, going nice and slow for you as he talked you through it with such raw kindness and devotion.
âPadawan, have you heard anything I just said?â His firm yet kind voice snapped you out of your thoughts, cheeks most definitely red as embarrassment courses through you.
Here he was standing before you, meanwhile you had been mentally railed by him this whole time.
âUmâŚNo, no- I did, master Luke.â You tried to hide it, but that was foolish to begin with, thinking you could ever pull that off when his eyes are gazing into your very soul.
âYouâre lying, I can tell.â Not one shred of disappointment showed though, for a light smile tugged at his lips as he drifted closer to you.
Your hands were shaking as he stood directly in front of you, so close you were sure he may just hear your heart beating as a hand gently brushed a strand of hair from your cheek. You could feel his hand thus drift down, cradling your shaking hands in his own as he brought them to his lips, pressing the most gentle and comforting of kisses with the lips you had been craving to feel against your flesh.
His eyes sparked with an unreadable expression as he welcomed himself into your mind, placing his own images of which had your knees buckling before him. They continued to weave the thread of fantasies of which you had begun, his passion and needs far beyond anything you could have imaginedâŚas well as the sight of you heâd had just hours before you caught him releasing the pressure you had been the very reason for, his gaze now bearing the weight of an insatiable hunger, smiling so knowingly.
âYour thoughts are loud, my little oneâŚâ
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(Hey, look, I wrote something! I saw that there was a "smutsgiving" going on, and I know that I'm late, but I still kinda wanted to participate, and hey, I wrote something.)
Compromise
âI donât see how this is a compromise,â she says, her voice strained as she braces her palms against the wall, while there is a mad scramble behind her as Aleksander lifts her skirts. âYou get what you want, while I donât.â
This is not strictly true, as evidenced by the wanton moan that tears from her throat as his hand slips between her thighs, but still, they did engage in a battle of wills not so long agoâshe wanted to arrive at the banquet on time, looking all proper and regal, and he wanted to tear her clothes off, tumble her into the bed, and have his way with her until dawnbreak. In the end she seemed to win, at least until some miniscule, unconscious gesture of hers broke him and had him drag her into this empty parlor, claiming compromise, the bastard.
âIt is very much a compromise.â There is a rustle of fabric as he frees himself. âYou get to keep your dress on, after all.â The sentence ends in a near-feral grunt as he slides home. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites into her lip at the sensation, her knees growing weak.
âWeâll still be late,â she says, although there is not an ounce of regret in her voice.
A quiet knock against an air unit, a flash of gloved fingers against lips. These are the only signs Tim give before retreating into the shadows of a rooftop just outside of Oracle's eyes.
Heartbeat picking up and pants tightening, Jason follows. This thing between them has only been kisses and fondling in the dark so far, but with the way Tim's been staring at him tonight, he knows the hunger they share is about to be properly sated.
He's proven right when Tim slams him against the door to a rooftop entrance the moment his helmet comes off. A hungry kiss turns into Tim falling to his knees, and Jason moaning as that talented tongue envelops him.
"Tim," Jason rasps as Tim pulls away with a pop.
"Use my codename," Tim says, breath ghosting over the head of Jason's length. "Sing it," Tim commands before swallowing him whole.
