His chubby wife
You're unwanted chubby wife of the university heartthrob whom he was forced to marry
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⚠Mature Content⚠ Contains bondage, temperature play, orgasm denial, c-ckwarming
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Pleasure
His weight was a heavy, suffocating blanket on top of you. One hand was fisted in your hair, pressing your cheek into the mattress, while the other gripped your hip, holding you in place for his pleasure. His hard, clothed cock rutted relentlessly against the thin, soaked fabric of your panties. The friction was maddening, a constant, agonizing pressure directly on your clit that was just enough to keep you on the precipice, but never enough to push you over.
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Deal | When you went to made a deal with a mafia but he wanted you in exchange for one night
When you went to made a deal with a mafia but he wanted you in exchange for one night
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Rainy Day
The rain hammered against the penthouse windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and red. Elena stood by the glass in nothing but a silk robe the color of midnight, watching the storm like it belonged to her. Behind her, the door clicked shut.
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Hood-Bent
The flash lit her up like a cr!me scene, white-hot and unforgiving. She felt the heat of it on her skin even after the shutter snapped, a ghost-image burned into her retinas.
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Edge of Mercy
You’re tied spread-eagle on the massive bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the bedposts. He stands at the foot of the bed, fully clothed in his black dress shirt and slacks, sleeves rolled up as he looks down at you like you’re his personal plaything.
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In the Library
The library was nearly silent — the only sound, the occasional turn of a page or soft tap of footsteps echoing through the towering stacks. You shouldn't have followed him this deep into the archives, where the lights dimmed and no one ventured unless they were seriously researching... or seriously up to something.
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Criminal
“You can fight me,” he whispered. “And maybe you’ll win some days.” “But when you finally stop resisting?” he breathed, lips barely an inch from yours. “That’s when I’ll make you mine in ways you’ll never forget.”
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Backstage
The concert had just ended, sweat still glistening on his skin, hair sticking to his forehead. You barely had a second to congratulate him before he pulled you into the dressing room, slamming the door shut.
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Control
The mafia boss forces you to your knees in his office, gripping your hair as he orders you to make eye contact while taking him deep. He controls the pace completely, sometimes holding your head still as he thrusts into your throat, praising and degrading you between sharp commands like, “This mouth was made for me.” He doesn’t let you pull away, using you until he’s satisfied—finishing either down your throat or pulling out to make a mess on your face while murmuring possessive remarks about how you belong to him now.
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The Game of Tease
"You’re impatient," he murmured, lips barely grazing her neck as she squirmed beneath him. His grip on her wrists was loose—taunting—like he *wanted* her to try and fight it.
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Temptation
The hotel door barely clicked shut before Yoongi grabbed her wrist, yanking her back toward him. His dark eyes burned, jaw clenched tight.
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