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lemon2099 · 4 months

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18+ Minors DNI (yes that includes looking)

Four AM and my vibe’s dead so have this. May edit in the morning if someone reminds me and I have the time.

Imagine you and Miguel are spending some much needed quality time together in a hot shower. It starts sweet enough. Miguel turns on the big rain head and lets it get all nice and warm for the both of you.

You grab your soap, all ready to clean up, but before you can even start, he silently takes the soap from your hands and smears some on his. He rubs the soap on your back and shoulders as you relax under the warm water. He savors your little whimpers and sighs of pleasure as he lets his soapy hands run over your chest and down your stomach. He takes gentle care of your hips, lightly squeezing and rubbing them, before turns back a bit to grab more soap. You’re too busy relaxing in the hot water to notice him taking one of your thighs in both of his hands, gripping and rubbing it tenderly. As his hands trail down, he lets himself rest on his knees, rubbing the soap down from your calf and shin to your ankle and foot. He then grabs some more soap and starts over again, starting this time from the bottom, and washing and massaging his way to the top.

He invited you in for a steamy kiss, which you happily accept. Both of your faces and hair are soaked, but it’s a little hard to care when Miguel’s tongue is in your mouth. Once you part for air, Miguel starts to sit down on knees in front of you. Before you can even register why he’s down there, he looks deep into your eyes, and let his sweet tongue spoil your little pussy. He starts with a long slow lick from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit, then begins to suckle on the little nub. His tongue flicks over it a few times, before pulling away.

“Miguel~” you whimper, looking down at him. He gives your clit a little kiss goodbye, before placing his tongue onto your slit. Without wasting time, he lets his slip into your walls. Your moans only egg him on more as he devours you, making sure to leave no crevice untouched.

Your legs shake feverishly, only being held in place by his massive hands tightly gripping your thighs. He buries his face in you, his tongue slamming that sweet spot inside you as his nose rubs your clit. You feel that familiar warmth in your core and your brain goes fuzzy. With a loud groan, your legs buckle. You slam your hands outwards, one on the stone wall of the shower, one on the glass of the door.

“Easy, cariño, easy.” Miguel warns. He quickly pulls away and effortlessly picks you up, sitting you down on the bench towards the back of the shower.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You pant out a “yeah” and nod.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes please.” You reply, spreading your legs wider for him. Miguel smiles and nods, before kneeling in front of you once more. He wastes no time burying his face inside of you, roughly lapping up your sweet little cunt. He moans against you, the vibrations hitting your clit, making you throw your head back and sing your own horny song as you grip the bench of the shower. He pauses for a moment to chuckle.

“Que rica.” He whispers. You don’t even have time to register what he’s said before your mouth is lolled open and you’re screaming in bliss. His tongue somehow gets more aggressive, forcing you to grip his hair for support. No words can come out of your mouth, only babbles and grunts, which eventually devolve to whimpers. You can feel his smirk again your labia. Miguel doesn’t acknowledge your wanton whines, only devouring you faster and harder. You feel your muscle tense and your toes curl tight.

“Ahh, Mig, hmph hmmmm~” you groan out, your thighs clamping around his head.

“Come on, almost there. Thats it.” He whispers to your pussy. You cum instantly. Your brain is far too fuzzy to process everything clearly, but you can make out a faint “good job” and “good girl”. You take some steady deep breaths as Miguel thanks your pussy with gentle kisses, front slit to clit, as well as your inner thighs, licking up the sweet mess he made out of you.

“You’re too good to me, Miggy” you manage to say after a few moments, looking down at his soft rugged face.

“I take care of my lady.” he whispers to you, kissing your forehead before sitting next to you. He wraps his arm around your waist, letting enjoy the heat of the water and your intimacy. You cup his face and bring him in for a soft kiss that quickly escalates into you both making out.

Until you get an idea. Your lips were light as a feather, trailing down his neck and chest. Your hands followed, smoothing the chiseled muscle below it, resting on your knees in front of him. You lick your lips at the very big and very hard sight in front of you.

“And I take care of my man~”

Hope you enjoyed my word vomit. My ask box is always open so come talk to me!

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gremlingottoosilly · 3 months

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Monster Soap and very soft Sheep reader, please?

Wolves are natural predators. Not a friend to your kind - you'd be a fool to expect a wolf to be nice, soft, endearing with someone who he can devour for breakfast, lunch, and a bit of supper too. You aren't sure if you'd be to his tastes - but oh, he promises you'll do just fine. He promises he will take care of you and you inclined to listen because, honestly, what would be the reason to refuse? The survival instinct would be, but obviously, dumb fluffy sheep hybrids aren't known for anything like this. Soap can't believe his luck. Ever since the promotion - Sergeant, already not bad for someone who can't work full moons and is known to rip his enemies's heads off without a clear order, he become...less sated than before. Even more inclined to violence, to bickering, to have his Lt put him in his place on the ring because he's the only direct authority there is. Price is busy, Gaz is the same rank as him - and Soap knows that no one from the dumb recruits would ever dare to challenge him.

Strict rule this world, and it's the weakest who need to be obedient, to lay down on the ground and show their bellies to the top dogs. You are just like this - soft, meek, fluffy. Adorable curls and a bit of fluff between your trembling legs - Soap's inner wolf is teething already, trying to get to know you better. To bite you better. To fuck you better. You really shouldn't act so innocent, pretend like you aren't here to be his pretty fuckprey - his mate, of course, your belly is useless if it doesn't have his pups, your pussy is worthless unless his knot plugs it full of his cum. It should be a rule, he thinks, that monsters won't attack other monsters unless it's absolutely necessary. But oh, it's mating reasons...he should go off the hook, by all means. He needs a pretty and fluffy thing to stuff his cock in and whisper dirty things - it's only natural that your poor, innocent self is going to be a sacrifice to a big bad wolf.

#cod #cod x reader #monster!soap #soap x reader #yandere soap #monster!141 #soap #john soap mactavish

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crystlizabeth · 5 months

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Dad!Prices Little Angel isn’t as innocent as she seemed, sneaking around with one of his most trusted…

Johnny ‘soap’ McTavish x price!femreader

Somthing filthy for you guys!

Lil age gap 19-26, smut, degradation, use of a pocket knife

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Price's oldest was his good child well at least to an extent, she was a bit of a fighter in high school. But she was a good girl, had good grades, listened well, and stayed away from boys which was John's favorite part never worried about boys. But now she was attending college, the University of Birmingham doing god knows what but he didn’t have to worry about that right?

But even good kids have their fun, her mom never caught on when she said she would go to a friend she was getting fucked up at parties, returning home the next morning as if nothing had happened. Even when her dad was she still did John was never able to say no to his Angel handing her some cash as he kissed her forehead before she left.

The whole thing started in the summer when John invited the boys over for dinner sometime after her graduation. Her dad did this often inviting them over just because you had been familiar with them for the past 2 years.

“You shouldn’t be doing that..” Johnny said looking over at her as he got a drink from inside while everyone else was outside her short sundress short enough that if she bent over you would see everything. Which she had done earlier making sure Johnny had gotten an eye full.

“Doing what Johnny?” She asked innocently her hands behind her back looking up at him through her lashes.

“You know what.”

Yeah, she did and she was having fun with it knowing that she had him all hot a bothered. It’s not like they were far in age and met each other not long before she turned 18, so she’s always been legal for him. But she was his captain's daughter, she was off limits a forbidden fruit yet to be bitten into.

And god was she tempting.

All he could do was sit there keeping his hand to himself, don’t touch her, he kept repeating to himself. Don’t touch Prices Angel.

“Aww common Johnny don’t be like that my daddy’s busy. It’s just us big boy.” She whispered her fresh French tips dragging down his chest her glossed lips having a sinister grin displayed on them.

He grabbed her wrist her eyes shooting to him “your a Fockin’ tease lass.” He glared at her.

She only shrugged “My bedroom door is always unlocked,” she spoke pulling her hands out of his grip and letting them loop on his belt loops.

He was gonna stay the night leaving in the morning, and she knew that inviting him up.

The door to the garage door opened the two stepped apart drinks in hand they both looked up seeing Price, “Foods ready, got ya drinks. Everything alright Angel?” He spoke.

She nodded walking over to him a sweet smile on display “Just came in to grab ya a beer and me something ran into him while at it Daddy.” She said looking back at Johnny and then to her father.

John nodded taking the beer from his daughter the two shared a look she only shook her head.

She walked inside not glancing back at Johnny, “Watch yourself son yeah?”

“Pardon Sir?” Johnny asked.

“Keep off my daughter.” Price warned before walking into the house.

Yeah that didn’t end up happening, her playing footsies with him under the table as they ate. She only ever glanced at him as she let her foot rub the inside of his thighs before he grabbed her ankle Johnny watched as she gripped her fork harder. Now he laid under her, her plush thighs squeezing the side of his face as he devoured her. His fingers squeezed her thighs keeping her down on his face her white laced bra still on her head fell back gorgeous moans falling from her mouth.

Even after she came for the first time he continued to eat her pretty pussy out her legs shaking as she clawed at his scalp. “Common lass keep quiet,” he muttered the lewd sounds of her arousal heard.

“Fuck you.” her hips shuttered starting to become overstimulated.

Johnny let his hands hook under her knees pushing her off him. Whipping his mouth her looked down at her his hand going down to her cunt grazing over it. “What was that?” he asked his face close to hers.

“Fuck. You.”

Johnny clicked his tongue letting his hand slap her cunt not only enough to hurt her but enough for a gasp to escape her lips. “Your greedy pussy would like that, huh slut?” he growled. His fingers dipped into her only pulling out and giving her cunt a harsh slap again.

Johnny placed himself between her legs his calloused hand wrapping around the age of her neck setting pressure. A breathy moan came from her lips, “fuck me, common.” she spoke her breathy tone greedy.

He shook his head grabbing the pocket knife he placed on her nightstand popping it open. He let the cold metal drag along her skin from her neck down her cleavage stopping at the middle of the bra the small part that held it together. He hummed bringing the knife to the fabric from under “Yer such a needy whore ya know that.” he spoke catching her eyes.

The feeling of her nails clawing at his arm let him know to lossen the grip he had on her, “don't you fucking dare.” she spoke watching johnnys knife.

He lifted the knife cutting through the fabric a cheeky grin on his face the Scotsman laughed hearing a small cry come from her.

Johnny's cock buried itself inside her his hand covering her mouth to keep her quiet, “yeah that's my pretty little whore.” he groaned her gummy walls adjusting to him and his size that she felt pules as they sat there Johnny balls deep him her.

That's how the night would go Johnny bullying her needy pussy as it clamped around him as he pumped in and out of her. A white ring formed at the base of his cock, her wetness becoming messier the sticky arousal sticking to his thighs as he fucked into her. Her begging for the Scotsman to cum in her flilling her greedy cunt with his thick nut.

His grip around her throat tightened as he pounded into her letting his second load fill her up. Him pushing his cum in and out of her the cum spilling out of her with each extra thrust.

Pulling out of her was a sight, his load dripping out of her aching cunt, her heavy breathing, and a big wet spot could be seen on her sheets.

He leaned down pressing a kiss to the side of her head “did so well f’ me. Takin' me so well..” he spoke kissing her lips.

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Okay maybe I’m becoming a Soap girly! Hes fun to write for!

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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alcina dimitrescu + segmented smut alphabet ; 18+

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

requested by ; anonymous (19/05/23)

character ; lady alcina dimitrescu from resident evil: village

masterlist ; here

letters ; j / o / v

J — Jack Off

how often do they masturbate? how?

Although she doesn’t really masturbate often, on the rare occasion that she does Alcina tends to make an event of it. She’ll light her favourite scented candles, grab a glass of her favourite blood wine and take some time to really play with herself. Starting off by playing with her breasts — either through her clothes or by rubbing soap on them if she’s bathing — and slowly working her way down to her pussy. From there she’ll tease herself, slowly circling her clit and just barely dipping her fingertips into her entrance — just enjoying the feeling of being touched — until she runs out of patience and just starts to finger herself. Crooking and scissoring and thrusting those delightfully long digits inside of her cunt until she reaches her climax, rewarding herself for a job well done with another fresh glass of wine.

O — Oral Sex

do they prefer to give or receive? how good are they?

Alcina is equally fond of giving and receiving oral as both perfectly feed into her preference to be the dominant partner. She’s also extremely skilled at using her mouth and hands with you, but will only offer oral as a reward for good behaviour.

When receiving, she prefers to be sat down with you knelt between her legs — which means that this sort of act will usually only happen in one of her lounge rooms (where there are seats big enough to accommodate her and a plush carpet/rug to stop you from hurting your knees too badly). She’ll have one hand on the back of your neck to help guide your movements and the other grasping at the stem of a full wine glass — fully embracing the luxury of being pleasured. Her instructions are clear and easy to follow if you’re paying attention, and compliance is freely met with praise as well as soft gasps and sighs of contentment. And if you do a particularly good job and lick her clean afterwards, then she’ll be more than happy to reward you with whatever it is you want.

If you have a penis, then she prefers to have you sat on the bed with her kneeling between your legs. It’s not uncomfortable and she has no qualms with being in a traditionally ‘submissive’ pose because you both know that she’s the one in charge — and, besides, it’s just the easiest way for her to go down on you given the substantial size difference between you two. She tends to make use of both her mouth and her hands as she enjoys taking her time to tease you (usually verbally) and to mark your thighs and stomach, which wouldn’t be possible without that freedom to switch out. Her teasing also extends to how she goes down on you as she tends to be slow and deliberate with her movements: hollowing her cheeks and humming around your length when she’s taken you to the hilt, licking a stripe from the base of your dick along the underside to your tip, just barely sucking on the head and so on. Consistently testing the waters to see what will get the best reactions out of you and repeating them in a rhythm that has your head spinning and your cock throbbing. And, as it’s not much of a challenge for her to deepthroat you, she’ll take you to the hilt when you climax and swallow your cum without effort — preferring not to make a mess (and, also, quite enjoying the way you taste). Depending on her mood she may overstimulate you a bit, but if she’s also a bit horny she’ll leave you with just the one orgasm before transitioning over to sex so she can sate her own desires/urges.

If you have a vagina, then she’ll insist on you sitting on her face so that she can control the pace as she eats you out. She encourages you to grind onto her face and will alternate between rubbing circles on your hips and reaching up to play with your chest whilst she devoured you. Alcina will alternate between sucking and licking your clit and thrusting her tongue into your gushing hole, her pace slow but unrelenting — patient in her mission to drive you to climax yet not quite teasing you. She loves the sounds you make when she goes down on you and will do what she can to make you as vocal as possible, including occasionally turning her head to one side to nip at your thighs if they’re particularly sensitive. And when you finally cum, she’ll drink up everything you have to offer, prolonging your orgasm until you’re trembling and sobbing and about to collapse onto her — and even then being reluctant to stop because you sound and taste so amazing to her.

V — Vocal

how loud are they?

She isn’t especially loud unless she’s trying to put on a show for you — volume is something that tends to attract attention and she doesn’t want her daughters to know what she’s up to. That being said, she is extremely talkative and will happily praise, commentate or degrade you as you have sex (depending on your preference). Beyond that, however, the most you’ll get out of her are groans and gasps and moans — all of which she excels at keeping quiet.

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rockcollector3000 · 6 months

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I know for a fact Soap eats it like it’s his religion.

I don’t HAVE to explain, but I will. 💅

word count : 465

warnings : NSFW, eating out, Soap being a slut

NSFW below the cut.

You had a pretty good day; you got to lounge around the house, waiting for Soap to come home.

Soap, on the other hand, had a horrible day. Problem after problem came up at work, and of course, he had to be the one to fix it.

Soap was obviously in a pissy mood once he returned to your shared apartment.

“I’m home, doll!” His Scottish accent rang through the home.

You came into the room with a big smile. “Soap!” You said happily, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Soap hugged you back like it was the last time he’d get to. He always did.

“Missed ye.” He hummed, holding you close to him.

Something in his voice felt different; you looked up at him with that look. The look of a spouse who knew something was wrong but couldn’t pinpoint what.

“Bad day?” You asked, your voice a soft melody to his ears.

“Terrible.” He sighed. “Dinnae wanna talk about it? Just want you.”

For a moment, you couldn’t even process what he was asking for. But it made sense when he was picking you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

A giggle escaped you as he tossed you onto your shared bed. "Oh fuck, Soap!" You yelped playfully.

Soap wordlessly began taking your clothes off from the waist down. His rough, calloused fingers snake under the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them off effortlessly.

A blush creeps over your facial features as he presses his cheek to your inner thigh.

"Couldn't wait anymore, Bonnie." Soap purred, sending vibrators up your spine.

Soap laps at your panties, tasting your slick through the soaked fabric. A low rumble escapes him, making his pleasure evident.

"Ye taste so fuckin' good, doll." He grumbled contently before pulling your underwear to the side. Soap let his breath tease you for a few moments before he delved into your wet cunt.

Soap moaned as his tongue snaked through your arousal. His lips locked around your clit, sucking ever-so-gently.

It was apparent that Soap was doing this not only for your pleasure but for his, too.

Orgasm after orgasm wracked your body as Soap’s ministrations continued. Hell, if you would let him, Soap would have stayed between your legs for the rest of his life.

After literal hours of him devouring you, the overstimulation finally became too much for you. You finally used your hand to push him away, chest heaving.

“Ye alright, pet?” Soap asked, a pussy-drunk expression on his face and love in his eyes.

“Mhm, I’m good. Just need a minute,” you said breathlessly. “I always forget how good you are at that.”

Soap finally moved from his favorite spot between your legs, slotting himself on top of you with his head lying on your chest.

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rosewritestuff · 2 years

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Sierra Six x Reader; plus size reader, daddy kink, oral sex f receiving, face sitting, vaginal sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You shuffled through the bathroom doorway, barely making a whisper of sound. Six stopped scrubbing his shirt, back and arms tensing as he gripped the edge of the sink. "Thought I told you to wait in the bedroom."

You fidgeted where you stood in the doorway, looking down as you bit your cheek and played with the hem of your shirt, the only thing you were wearing. He clicked his tongue and your eyes flew to his back.

"I didn't want to be alone," you admitted softly. Six bowed his head, sighing before dropping the shirt and soap and turning around. He leaned back against the sink and held an arm out. You tripped forwards, stumbling in your haste, and Six moved quickly, catching you before you fell.

"I've got you. Always do," Six winked, then squatted down, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Thank you Daddy," you whispered as Six carried you through the bathroom back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed with you in his lap. You pulled back a little, tracing the scar on his shoulder, down his arm. Six let you explore, fingers running over every bump, every raised mark, every tattoo, ending with the one of your name, on his wrist.

"Like I said, always got you," he muttered softly and tears filled your eyes. You shyly pressed your lips to his cheek, but he wasn't satisfied, lifting a big hand and grasping the back of your head, forcing you to meet his lips in a clumsy kiss before he took over, hand sliding down to your neck. Your mouth fell open and he gently licked inside, tongue stroking yours. His beard softly scraped your face, burning it as he rubbed his cheek along yours.

You sighed and he slowly lowered himself backwards, bringing you with him down on top of him. You tried to hold some of your weight but Six grabbed your wrists, pulling them up so you had to rest against him.

"Daddy's got you," Six growled, turning his head and pressing a biting kiss to the inside of your elbow. "Guess you could use a reminder. Up little one, you know the position."

You flushed red but pushed yourself up as he let go of your wrists. You moved from straddling his hips to hover over his face, your shirt hanging over your tits and pooling at your hips.

Six stared up at you, sliding his hands under your shirt to grasp at your waist, fingers clutching you tight. He guided you forwards and down, until you were sitting on his face, Six groaning into your cunt already.

"Baby, he muttered, as he lifted you slightly, readjusting you so your clit pressed against his nose, his tongue able to go deep inside your pussy. You whimpered, rocking your hips down onto him, riding his face. You could feel him gripping you tighter and tighter, and when he released, you sat up on your knees, letting him take two quick breaths before he pulled you back down.

You squealed, losing your balance and falling forwards, over Six's head. You curved around him, back arching as his tongue licked through your folds quickly. His hands ghosted down your hips to your thighs, grabbing them tight in his hands and rolling you two, so that you were on your back with Six's head still between your legs. Your head hung off the edge of the bed, your throat stretched achingly as you moaned. Your hands were buried in the covers, helping anchor you to the bed as Six began eating you out like you were a feast. He grunted, slurping at your lower lips in the messiest of kisses.

"Daddy....please......oh my god, ohmygod ohmygod!" you chanted as you came, Six devouring your pussy. He didn't let up, spiraling you straight into another orgasm. You humped his face, your shaking thighs tight around his head. One of your hands was fisted in his hair, trying to drag him away but he growled, fighting through and licking you until you were crying with oversensitivity.

Six puled away, panting, and sat up on his knees, pulling you down closer to him. It brought your head onto the bed, dizzy as the blood began rushing back down. While your head spun, Six pressed his dick to your entrance, hot and heavy. He made short little thrusts, barely-there motions that teased you more than anything, until the head of his dick popped in.

Before you could say anything, Six was pushing, sliding his dick inside you inch by inch, letting you feel the drag of every vein and ridge along your walls. You moaned, trying to pull him down on top of you.

"You're always so desperate for more," Six grunted, falling to his forearms as he thrust inside you, slowly. He groaned as you clenched on him, unable to deny it.

"Please Daddy," you whined, nails digging into his shoulders as he sped up, hissing. Six moved one hand and yanked your hips into his, changing the angle and making you scream as he slid past your spot, stroking it with his dick over and over. You sobbed as you came again, squirting past his cock onto his thighs and the bed, your body spasming.

Six groaned, sliding through your sudden wetness jerkily, hips rutting into you as he pressed himself close to you. His pelvis was grinding into your clit, his rutting and grunting near animalistic as he came, spilling hot and thick inside you.

Your whole body was shaking as you reached your hands up, framing Six's face. You weakly pulled at him until he bent his head down, kissing you as he slowed his breaths.

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amxriyaa · 3 years

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sweater weather.

pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader black reader imagined, but anyone can read

summary: Steve comes home after being away for a bit. He’s missed you. Based off “Sweater Weather” by The NBH

word count: 2,568

warnings / tags: 18+, Smut, Mild Exhibitionism, Sleepy Sex, Face Fucking (with a hand), Creampie, Dirty Talk, Biting, Desperation, Kinda Fluffy. this is basically just porn.

Please do not interact with this post unless you are 18+!!

A/N: i’ve never posted anything here before, so let’s pray i actually did this right. anyways, i hope you enjoy this!

Steve’s never said it out loud before - only because he’s never been prompted - but the transition from fall into winter is his favorite time of year. Losing his family so young proves for harsh memories, but when Thanksgiving turns into a small event spent watching heist movies - he’s really grown a liking for Ocean’s Eleven and Tower Heist - and preparing mac n cheese and stuffing with you in his arms, he can only see the upsides. You. His girl.

It’s probably your favorite, too, if you’re honest… Something about the cold weather in New York seems to discourage criminals. You can’t complain. Wouldn’t even dare, because it means more time spent with him.

He came home around seven last night with a new VHS tape (something he learned about and just won’t let go) and two bottles of Chateau Montelena - pronounced ‘Sha-Too Mon-Tell-A-Nuh’ as a terrible, terrible joke he won’t let go - in which you, with a smile on your face, caught the implications of the ruby liquid he clutched for dear life:

“Red wine is slutty, Steven.”

“Color me slutty, then.”

It was the first time you’d had your hands on him in a month, and now that you’re watching him sleep, mesmerized by the little sounds he makes - those soft, tiny noises akin to those of a cat’s purrs - and the way he bunches up the blankets when he flips over those few times throughout the night, burying himself like an adorable little groundhog - you think, ‘I wish I could have you to myself all the time.’

(It’s selfish, but whatever.)

You wrap your arms around him, pull him in close to feel his warmth. He always smells good, even when he’s just come home all sweaty, you’ve found, and you still don’t know how it’s possible for someone to smell like comfort. Warmth.

Cinnamon and bonfires. Cinnamon from the soap he’s fallen in love with, and bonfires from… somethin’. You don’t know, and neither does he.

You run your nails over his scalp, smelling his shampoo, desperate to have your hands all over. Fingertips meet carved marble - his pecs, abs - and you rake, rubbing your thumbs in slow circles to wake him easy. Maybe it’s selfish again - he’s probably tired, but you can’t resist. Refuse to, even, with the way the moonlight makes him glow, pale skin brought to life with glimmering, bluish light. Blue’s always been his color.

He groans, still sleepy before he rolls over to face you, nudging your hip to flip you over. “Hey, doll.” His words, groggy, rumble against the back of your neck, arm sliding down to clutch the space just under your breasts. He hooks, possessive. “Time is it?”

“Three A.M.”

You rut your ass back into his hips, his cock, already half-hard, and he gets the memo, knows you’re wanting. He hums, and the sound sends chills up your spine as he slips a hand to the space just below your ear and strokes gently, moving any errant hairs out of the way with a hazy, rough whisper of, “Needy baby.”

Kisses to that spot right below your earlobe make you tremble, your body lighting up with that familiar feeling he never fails to provide, his hands heavy and warm, his touches electricity. He guides your hand back to his boxers before pulling down your panties just enough for access. “You want it slow, doll?” he says, reclaiming his cock with his own hand, sluicing up the tip with the slick gushing from your pussy.

A weak nod is all he needs before he maneuvers your legs and slides inside, slow, so, so slow, lowly moaning in your ear with every inch engulfed. He sighs when buried, stroking your hip before another languid stroke, admiring your perfect body - all his - in the dreary moonlight.

Soft whines, gentle moans, broken whispers of his name… He likes you like this - all… fragile from his touch, that slight rocking of your hips into his when he hits a spot that makes your toes curl - right there, Stevie - and that way you turn to pieces with every movement, every word. “You smell so good… Just like me…”

And then there’s a lazy rhythm, the occasional smack of his thighs against your ass, wet kisses pressed to your back, all while he tells you just how much he adores you, how much he missed you, with his hand nestled loosely underneath your chin, almost as if to say, Mine.

All mine again.

✾ ✾ ✾

A new day.

The midday sun creeps through the windows, illuminating tangled bodies and depleted wine bottles, crimson red morphed into emerald green. The yellow and orange rays swirl into a symphony, adorn his cut body, make him look so pretty.

Golden God. Beautiful.

You unwrap yourself from him after brief adoration, your mind already set on other tasks.

On the ottoman at the end of the bed, already unwrapped, lies the brand new sweater you just purchased, pre-distressed because you thought it’d be cute on him… but more importantly, you thought it’d be cute on you, too.

You slip it on, despite it being way too big for you - but that’s kind of the point - and head out onto the balcony that overlooks the backyard, adorned with a lemon and orange tree, both covered in a thin layer of frost from last night’s harsher weather. Today, though, it’s a cool fifty degrees, perfect for sitting and scrolling Instagram while in his sweater and sweats.

The door creaks as he slides out in a pair of plaid pajama pants, lifting his arm over his head to scratch his bicep, eyes squinted, still looking sleepy. You peer up at him over your phone with a smile, free hand reaching out to grasp for his, which he takes gently before pulling you out of your seat.

It’s almost instinctual, the way he guides you to the edge of the balcony and settles behind you, arms tucked under yours and wrapped around your stomach. The lemon tree is where he sets his sights, chin finding the nook of your shoulder and neck, the warmth from his chest pressing against your back. He hums, the vibrations ripple down your spine. “I love that tree.”

“I prefer the orange. She’s cuter.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he pauses to press a kiss into your jaw, “yeah…” Warmth meets your collarbones, his lips travelling your upper body as he strokes your hips, depriving you of the much appreciated heat across your stomach. You make a noise, a sort of… delighted disappointment - happy with the attention, missing his warmth - but then his hips drag forward, and that’s when you feel his cock, a hard line against his thin pants, rubbing deliciously against the globe of your ass -

Your stomach jumps when he does it again and nestles his body up to yours.

“Stevie…” you whisper, chills cascading down your back as he nudges your head to the side, carves out a place for his lips to land against the column of your throat. He bites lightly, and you immediately know what he’s feeling: lust, desire, need -

He wants to fuck. Now.

The thought gets lost in the press of his hand between your thighs, and any remaining sense packs up and leaves, no warning, no hesitation. He murmurs your name, and there’s some sort of… yearning about it, almost like he didn’t see you last night… “You should wear my stuff more often.” Your breath hitches when his hand slips beneath your waistband, fingers rolling over your clit in slow, hypnotic circles… “Looks good on you… Me.”

“Please.”

It’s intoxicating - him, his desperation, and it makes the synapses in your brain fizzle out, send electric shocks down to your toes and right back up to the tip of your head, and, yeah, it’s a different kind of heat, but one that burns in the same way, and then you realize - “Wait - We’re… It’s…”

You’re still outside.

“Hmm?” he says, slipping both waistbands off your actual waist, shimmying them below the curve of your ass before fondling with little groans, and, God, you’d kill to hear that sound more often, to hear his sounds more often -

You’re still outside.

“It’s cold.”

“What a shitty reason.”

Maybe it is.

(It is.)

There’s a bit more maneuvering - your hips are pulled back to fit against his better, his pajama pants are shimmied down below his cock, and he’s rubbing the tip, dripping with precum, against your holes, which is making it so much fucking harder to focus on the fact that -

You’re still outside, and Steve fucking Rogers should not be trying to fuck you on your patio in the middle of fucking autumn because someone might fucking see - “But… you…” you take a deep breath, “…you don’t have a shirt on.” Another shitty reason. A prod at your entrance makes your legs weak, a little shake that clearly betrays how wrong you know this is -

“I’ll hold my hands in the holes of your sweater.”

“Oh, God - ” you sigh, all concerns temporarily fleeting when you feel him press past, slowly eating away at your resolve, warm, calloused hands rubbing at your skin.

“Good, baby?” he mutters, inhaling deeply when he brings his nose to the crook of your neck, letting your scent warm his chest. He wiggles his hips ever so slightly, lets you adjust to those few inches as he waits for a response, imprinting kisses into your throat, hands pawing your breasts through the soft material of the sweater.

You nod, get a few muffled words out, your grip tightening on the railing as he buries himself to the hilt, stretching tender skin taut, still slow, still holding you steady, so fucking deep. “What if someone sees?” you breathe, words getting caught in the back of your throat - God, you’re so full - as you peer over your shoulder at him, noticing his frosty eyes have been completely devoured by the onyx of his pupils, lids hooded, hair mussed. He’s hungry.

An open-mouthed kiss finds your neck. “Don’t care. Want you here,” he whispers.

Dirty boy.

You nod again, too… blissed out to do anything else but let him have you here - of all places, here - and you’d be a liar if you didn’t admit the faint thought of someone seeing makes your body thrum something awful. He rocks, just a bit, humming in your ear when your walls flutter around him, then again, and again, until he starts up a lusty rhythm, hips rolling into your ass, eyes fixed on the way your mouth stutters open every time he nudges that sweet spot inside. “Still my babydoll, aren’t ya?”

He leans down, hunches over you, hand sliding up your chest. It settles beneath your chin, strong, large, and two fingers slip under your tongue as he fucks. “Missed it. Missed you.” An errant bead of sweat catches between his teeth, licked from your neck, and his warmth sends little pricks through your skin. Knuckles turn white when he grazes your shoulder in a bite, sinking his teeth, and there will likely be a mark tomorrow, but the thought sends you reeling. “Tell me you missed me, baby.” His desperate tone is decorated with a shaky breath.

You whine, manage to get a few words out, muffled by his fingers thrusting gently, hand holding a loose grip on your jaw - his.

“Gonna make you sloppy, huh?” Tender, bruises on your insides, you feel him pounding, gripping, pawing, hand hooked in your mouth in greed, in possession, claiming you and embedding himself. He wants it all. “Gonna fuck you open, right here for everyone to see, sweetheart… see how much I missed ya…” He wraps himself around you, possesses you, makes you feel him everywhere, in every nerve, and your body thrums with excitement, head lolling back onto his shoulder, mouth drenching his fingers in spit.

How does he do it?

He slips a hand through one of the holes in the sweater, clutching your stomach, nails clawing your sensitive skin, begging to be everywhere at once, begging to feel himself everywhere at once - You’re mine, baby. -

The sounds keep getting caught in your throat as that sinful, obscene noise of his skin slapping against yours makes your stomach do flips, your sweetness swimming in the air from the wetness between your legs. His fingers dip down between your thighs, spreading your wetness around your clit in frantic, taunting circles, pressing, and rubbing, and rolling, and the coil in your stomach can’t stop tightening with the dirty words mumbled into your shoulder - Squeezin’ me good, yeah… Yeah, what if someone sees, doll? Sees you takin’ my cock so good? -

You moan, a wretched sound that pulls a little laugh from him when he discovers that, yeah, you actually like this, like the faint chance someone might see how needy Steve Rogers gets for you after he’s been away for too long, too depraved to even think straight without making sure his cock still fits the way he remembers, that you still feel the way he remembers, the way he dreams about when he has to spend nights at the Avengers compound. Like a glove one size too small - tight, and snug, and so, so perfect -

“My baby likes it, huh? Gonna leave you a mess for everyone to see, doll… You want that?”

“Please, Stevie - ”

“Come on,” he pants, fingers smearing your drool across your chin before turning your head over your shoulder. “Need my best girl to come for me - Make my cock filthy with it sweetheart - ”

His teeth graze your shoulder just as he bites one more time, and you fall apart, moaning his name like a bitch in heat, all sensations from the cold muted as you jerk your hips back into his, your pussy like a vise around his cock as he keeps slamming into that sweet spot -

“Gonna give it to you, baby… Gonna give it all to you - Been too long, y’know? Can’t - Can’t keep my fuckin’ hands offa you - Gonna fill you nice ‘n full, doll - ”

And with a strangled groan, he buries himself deep, hips rutting and painting your bruised insides with thick ribbons of white, the remainder of his thrusts absolutely deranged, grunts broken up by stuttering pulses, hands forcing your hips back into his with a bruising grip.

The two of you sit there for a while, you desperately trying to catch your breath, collar wicked with sweat, him panting and whispering nonsense into your ear - You’re so good to me - and decorating your cheek and neck with sloppy, wet kisses. He pulls out after you feel like you can stand, and feels his chest tighten at the way his seed looks spilling out of you, adorning the insides of your thighs with his mark. Wrong for Captain America to be turned on by that, isn’t it?

Oh, God, how he’s missed you.

He pets the inside of your thighs with a few fingers before gathering the juices, then bringing slickened fingertips up to your lips.

You whine at the taste, sending the vibrations through his hand as you clean him with a smile on your face, licking your lips, He growls before kissing you hard, gripping the back of your head harshly, craning your neck backward to have you the way he wants you, until he sighs into your mouth.

“S’little bit cold, isn’t it?”

divider from the lovely @stargazingfangirl18! thank you so much!

A/N: okay, so, first post down, hopefully many more to come. i still have a lot of things to figure out!! likes, comments, reblogs are appreciated! <333

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thegremlincrowsnest · 3 years

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Some Mornings Aren’t So Bad

I wasn’t really feeling this morning so I decided to make this indulgent Aizawa smut. Very soft at first. No CW just a lot of praise and sweet smut

Waking up was harder some days than others. Today was one of them. Even with the sun streaming through your curtains and the soft singing of birds, a morning one would describe as ethereal only left you feeling numb. You knew mornings starting like this would be more challenging than most, but you persevered. You sat up, stretching your arms, looking over to the empty spot next to you. You’re partner, Shouta Aizawa, was either out and about for work or had plans already. You never complained, knowing he had a busy life but proud of him for his tenacity.

You walk to the kitchen, welcomed by the silence; you make yourself some coffee. Checking Twitter, you see people interacting with friends, and a pang of jealousy hit your heart. You weren’t very social, and for the most part, you were comfortable with that. But for some reason seeing that in spades along with the seemingly loud silence brought tears to brim your eyes.

You felt alone.

You knew you weren’t; you knew you had people who care and love you, a partner who worshiped the ground you walked, and yet here you were. Sniffling and crying at your brain telling you that no one wants you around and that you. Are. Alone. The jingling of keys and the gruff hello from the door did little to tear you from the doom spiral you saw yourself stuck in. But the warm, strong hands wrapping themselves around your waist and the stubble adored cheek brushing against your own did. “Hey, there kitten, what’s wrong?” Shouta asks. His eyebrows furrow together, and he tilts your head to look at him. Frowning and wiping away tears, he rubs your shoulders comfortingly. You can only lean into his chest and say, “I’m just having a bad morning...I don’t want to talk about it right now.” He nods and kisses the top of your head. “Alright y/n, I wanted to surprise you with a day out since I’m off. But we can do whatever you’re comfortable with.” He says as he sways you both from side to side. You nod in agreement, and he picks you up, taking you back to the bedroom. Undressing you and taking you to the adjacent bathroom, he fills the large tub with your favorite soap and lit candles. Settling you in the bath and tying your hair up before he goes to make you some tea. You smile and watch him shuffle around in the bedroom, occasionally checking in on you. After some time, you rinse yourself off and step out, drying yourself with a towel. He walks in to see how you’re doing and stops in his tracks, your back to him as you dry off your arms and legs. You feel his eyes on your body and turn to him. “Shouta? What’s wrong?” You ask as you see his eyes grow dark. He growls softly as he walks up to you, pressing your back against his chest as you feel his growing hardon press against your ass. “Fuck your so beautiful kitten... I almost can’t control myself when I see you like this.” He says as his hands travel down from your shoulders to your love handles, gripping them softly as he begins to kiss down your neck. His hands continue to travel, groping your thighs, stomach, breast, and ass. Trailing praises and small marks as you melt into him. He picks you up again and lays you on fresh sheets, kissing you deeply before trailing down your neck. He sits up to kneel in between your legs, devouring your body with eyes like a wolf. Your head of tight curls cascading down your shoulders and halloing around you. “You look ethereal, my kitten.” He says as he takes your hand, kissing your knuckle. He strips his own clothing, going slow for your pleasure. You can’t help as your eyes travel down his broad shoulders and scarred chest. A small whimper escapes your lips as he pulls off his sweats, his cock, proud and throbbing against his stomach. He smirks and reaches down, jerking his cock while he climbs back in between your thighs. “You see how hard I am, kitten? It’s all because of you. All because of this beautiful body you have.” He says as his hands travel to your thighs, gripping them hard as he pulls you close to him. Rutting his cock between your lips as his hands trail up to your hips, rubbing small circles as he watches your body shiver and twitches. “S-Shouta, please… M-more.” You moan out as you reach out for him. He chuckles and picks you up, holding you close to him as he continues to grind against you, sucking on your nipples as his hands kneed your ass and love handles. His deep groans mixing in with your soft squeals. “Your body is amazing; you are amazing, my sweet kitten. My darling love, my eminence.” He says as he starts grinding faster, reaching down to rub your clit. You lean your head against his shoulder as you move with him, nails digging into his back as you feel your arousal cover the inside of your thighs and his cock. Melting into his praise. “Shouta...As much as I love your softness...I’d like something harder.” You say as you lean back to look him in the eye. He smirks, lifting you up just enough to slam you down onto his cock. Immediately being balls deep inside of you as he watches your eyes cross. Biting your lip, you start to bounce yourself on his cock. Watching as he licks his lips, watching your breast bounce and how your cunt takes his cock. “My Kitty wants it rough, I see~ Who am I to deny my excellence.” He says as he lays you down, lifting your thighs onto his shoulders as he starts thrusting into you. Growling softly as he feels your cunt tighten around him, your nails dig into his back, and your toes curl. One hand rubs your clit while the other cradles your face. “Look at my little slutty kitty, taking my cock so well. Only the best little kitty can take a cock as big as me~” He says as he hears you squeal when he hits your sweet spot. Your brain is quickly turning into mush between his words and the overstimulation of your clit. He continues relentlessly, “Beautiful kitty, you are Y/N, so soft and tight and NNgh! Fucking perfect. God, I could fuck you all day long if I could, just so I can see that beautiful blissed-out face you have.” He says as he starts pounding faster, his balls slap against your ass, and you grip the sheets as your back arches. The pleasure builds and builds, his words going straight to your throbbing clit as his hands’ pinch and pull at every sensitive part of your body. “G-Gonna cum! C-can I cum?” You ask in between pants as you try to steady yourself. “Anything for you, my sovereign. This day is for you, cum as many times as your heart desires.” He says as he doesn’t relent, pounding furiously into you, determined to make you cum and see stars. It only takes a few more words of praise and a frantic thumb on your clit before you’re cumming without care. Squirting on his cock and against his hips, he continues regardless, easing you from orgasm to orgasm. He finally decides he’s at his own limit, edging himself the whole time to focus on your pleasure. He wraps his arms around you, jackhammering into your pussy as he whimpers at your walls tightening around him. Milking him so deliciously, he can’t help the loud moan he lets slip as he bottoms out. Filling you with so much cum as he kisses you deeply, holding your face. When he’s done, he doesn’t pull out, instead rolling you both over so you’re laying on his chest. Rubbing your back and kissing your crown, gently rubbing your hips and ass, he asks, “How do you feel now, my love?” You let out a soft sigh as you look up at him. “Much better now. Thank you.”

#aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #shouta aizawa #bnha smut #x reader smut #Cernunnos Writings

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a-very-tail-wizard · 4 years

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Bath Time

Rating: M/nsfw (smut)

Pairing: Nalu/Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail.

Word Count: 2704

Title: Bath Time

Description: Nalu One Shot/smut – Natsu interrupts Lucy while she’s in the bath and things get wet. (pun intended!)

A/N: Request by anon from AGES AGO. #18, “Looks like we made a mess again.” From these smut prompts.

I hope you guys like this one. Happy reading!

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Natsu

I growl as I walk out of the guild hall, itching to go back in and finish things with Gray. That popsicle had the nerve to sucker punch me right when Mira brought my dinner. Naturally, I had to get him back for it. Things got kind of blurry after that. Stuff was frozen. Stuff burned. It’s not like we destroyed the whole guild hall, just a few dozen chairs and a couple of tables, some Gray dumplings Juvia made, and maybe some old books Levy was reading. But then Gray, the genius, pushed me into Erza’s strawberry fluff cake, and after that I fled for my life. So now I’m pissed and hungry. Meanwhile, Happy challenged Droy to a fish-eating contest, so he’s still too full to move.

But I bet Lucy probably has something to eat, and her place is pretty close.

When I arrive, I swing in through the window like always because…why bother opening a door? Plus, she’s fun to surprise.

“Lucy?” I call as I drop down to the floor from the window sill. “Are you home?”

I can’t see her anywhere, so I start to head for the kitchen. I guess she’s not here. Weird. Maybe she went to the park to write or something. I’ll just grab a bite and maybe take a nap until she gets back.

I stop halfway to the kitchen when I hear the sound of water followed by a short gasp. I glance over at the bathroom. I forgot she could be in there. I guess I’ll go ask about the food now.

The door is cracked, so I don’t bother knocking. I’m in the middle of opening it when I hear a sound like a whimper, and I pause. It goes quiet again, so I shrug it off before walking in.

“Hey, Luce. Do you mind if I get some–”

“AHHH!” she cuts me off with a screech, dropping something in the water. “Natsu! What are you doing in here!”

“Calm down. It’s just me.”

“I can see that it’s you, you idiot!” she bellows. “Get out!”

I watch as she scrambles to squeeze her huge boobs into one arm, as if they aren’t going to spill out no matter what she does, while the other arm searches the water.

“Stop looking at me!” she wails.

“Seriously?” I frown. “Like I haven’t seen it all before.”

And touched it too.

“It’s—that’s…”

Her face turns red, and I bite my lip. Damn. Sometimes I forget how cute she is.

“Natsu, just go,” she mutters distractedly.

“What are you looking for?” I squint at the murky water she’s stirring around. She must’ve put one of those bubbly potions in it.

“What?” She looks up suddenly. “Nothing,” she blurts. “Just soap.”

I glance over at the ledge where a perfectly good bar of soap is sitting and tilt my head. I almost snort when I hear it, the humming, muffled from the water. I close my eyes and sniff, groaning when I recognize her scent diluted in the frothy liquid she’s submerged in. Now I’m hungry in a very different way.

“You want me to leave?” I ask slowly, crossing my arms.

“Yes,” she hisses. “That’s what I said.”

“Are you sure?” I raise my eyebrows. “Because I can smell the arousal leaking out between your legs.”

She gasps, squeezing her thighs together under the water, and I almost laugh.

“You sure you don’t want help with that?”

“I…I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she mutters angrily. “I’m just soaking–”

“Your pussy is soaking. That’s for sure.”

“Natsu!”

“What? You want me to pretend I can’t hear the vibrator you dropped in the water?”

“What? I…I don’t—That’s not–” she stammers, her blush spreading down her chest.

I carefully remove my scarf and hang it on a hook on the door before stripping off my vest and shirt.

“Wait. What are you doing now?” she whispers.

“What does it look like? I’m getting naked.”

“What!” she shrieks, splashing around some more. “No! Put your shirt back on! Who are you, Gray?”

“Don’t even mention him to me,” I mutter as I turn around. “And scoot back so I can get in.”

“No, you can’t!”

“Why not?” I frown at her. “Because you got caught?”

“N-no,” she answers weakly. “There’s…too much water.”

“You know I can get you off better than a dumb toy,” I remind her, sliding my pants off and standing at my full height. “And we can drain some water.”

Seriously, it’s not like we’ve never done it in the tub before.

I watch as her eyes travel up my legs, stopping on my pelvis, where my cock is growing harder by the second.

“Lucy?”

She ducks her head and slides backward in the tub, giving me room.

“Fine,” she murmurs. “Just…hurry. Before I change my mind.”

I flash her a smile as I step into the water and sit down facing her.

“Get ready, Lucy. Now, I’m going to put a fire in your belly.”

“Oh God.”

I reach for her, ready to pull her into my lap when my leg brushes something.

“Aha.” I grin, leaning forward to grab it. “I found your buzzing friend.”

“Natsu, just…give it here.”

I feel my eyes get wide at it as I lift it out of the water. This is a sex toy?

“Lucy, is this thing even safe?”

“What?” She asks, trying to take it from me as I shift it out of her reach. “What do you mean?”

“This thing is gigantic,” I murmur, still studying the bulbous, phallic-like vibrator. “Does it hurt?”

“Seriously?” She glares at me irately. “Look down, Natsu. You’re at least as big as that, if not bigger.”

Slipping a hand under the water, I fist my cock and compare it to the toy in my other hand. Maybe she has a point.

“Plus, you grow more after you’re inside me,” she adds softly.

“Yeah. I guess that’s true.”

What can I say? All that softness squeezing tight around my shaft does things to it.

“But, Lucy.” I shake my head, turning the toy to the side. “This thing is ridiculously long. I’m nowhere near this length.”

“Which is good,” she answers quickly, “or you’d never fit it all in.”

Oh. Right. Her pussy isn’t very deep, which is one of the best parts of using my mouth on her.

“Natsu, either put the stupid toy down or give it to me.”

“Why?” I raise my eyebrows at her. “Are you going to let me watch?”

“No,” she grunts, lifting up enough to finally snag the toy. “I’m going to turn it off.”

The humming suddenly cuts off as she holds down the power button and drops the toy outside the tub. She sits back, and the only sound is the water shifting around her.

“So…” I lean forward. “Do you want to sit in my lap? Or you can turn around, and we can do it on all fours.”

She bites her lip, and I inhale, the faint scent of fresh wetness hitting my nose.

“Lap,” she replies softly as she rises up slowly and shifts so her legs are spread over mine, her ass resting on my thighs. She scoots forward until my swollen erection is pressed between our bellies, only the head peeking out above the water.

“Natsu…” she whispers. “Now what?”

I bring my hands up to fondle her chest, my fingertips finding her hard nipples. She shifts restlessly, and I groan.

“You’re leaking,” she announces through a gasp, her dainty fingers finding the tip of my cock. I hiss as she drags her thumb over my slit, rubbing the drop of precum around with her velvety touch.

“Lucy,” I choke.

“I want this inside me,” she confesses breathlessly. “Natsu…”

I grit my teeth as she continues stroking my cock, reaching into the water and squeezing the base, trailing her nails ever so lightly up the shaft…

“Dammit!” I hiss, unable to take another second of this torture.

Abandoning her nipples, my hands move to her waist, lifting her up recklessly, water splashing over the side of the tub.

“Natsu!”

I wrap an arm around her ass, holding her up as my other hand grabs my throbbing shaft, sliding it through her slick lips. Her scent is sharper now that her pussy isn’t under water. I savor the smell of it as the angry red head of my cock kisses her narrow opening.

Her hands grab my shoulders, and I start to lower her slowly.

“Faster, Natsu!”

“I’m trying not to hurt you,” I grunt through my clenched teeth.

“I don’t care,” she whines. “Just put it in!”

The tip slips in and she gasps, her walls squeezing it tight.

“Lucy,” I whisper hoarsely.

“Just put it in,” she repeats, her voice weak. “Please, Natsu. I need it all,” she pants, her head tilting down. “Hurry.”

“Dammit.”

Her pleading is too much. My restraint snaps, and a roar tears out of my throat as I drive my hips upward at the same time I yank hers down, burying myself inside of her as water splashes over the side of the tub onto the floor.

Lucy yelps, her fingernails digging into the skin of my shoulders.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” I groan.

She whimpers softly, and I look up to see her eyelids fluttering as her mouth opens in a silent “oh.”

“So big,” she breathes. “I love it.”

Her arms slide around my shoulders, and before I can move, she starts rolling her hips against me. I suck in air through my teeth, her gentle motion doing wonderful and terrible things to my aching cock.

“Do you mind if I…?” she looks down at me questioningly, and I grin.

“Go for it, Lucy.”

She gets bolder, rising up on her knees and dropping back down, riding me as the water surges around us. Since she’s doing all the work, I turn my attention to her gorgeous, bouncing breasts.

Trying not to think about how close I am to coming, I shift my head and stick out my tongue letting it catch her nipple as it rises and falls.

“Natsu!”

I do it again, snickering as she gasps. The next time, I suck it in and nip it between my teeth.

“Oh God!” she screams.

Lifting my hand, I hold her jiggling swell to my lips as I devour her—licking, nipping, suckling. At the same time, my hips begin shifting to meet hers, powering up as she slams down.

“Natsu, I’m so close!” she chokes.

“Lucy!” I growl around her areola. “Harder!”

“I need to come!”

“One more,” I rumble, tearing my mouth from her, both my hands going to her waist. “We come together.”

“Oh-okay,” she gasps as I lift her up again, her tight heat squelching as my shaft slides out of it.

“Come now!” I pull her down and thrust up simultaneously, my fingers digging into her ass.

She screams as she comes, her walls convulsing wildly, as my own climax erupts inside of her. A harsh sound rips from my throat, and I pull her down to me, burying my face in her shoulder.

We stay like that for a minute, our chests heaving as we come down.

“I can’t catch my breath,” Lucy gasps finally.

“Good,” I grin, my own lungs struggling.

She leans back a little and reaching for my hair, sliding her fingers through the pink strands.

“Thanks for interrupting me,” she murmurs.

“I actually was going to ask you for food,” I confess. “This was much more fun.”

She rolls her eyes, but I can see her blushing. Or I think she is. It’s hard to tell since her face is already red from everything else.

“Oh my God,” she says suddenly. “Natsu, the floor!”

I look over the side of the tub and blink. There’s more water outside of the tub than in it.

“Crap,” I mumble. “Looks like we made a mess again.”

I blink when suddenly, Lucy starts giggling.

“What?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she chokes out. “I should be angry, but I’m not.”

“What’s a little water?” I shrug. “Just grab some towels.”

Sliding my hands down her sides, I shift them forward, moving to cup her where we’re connected. She gasps and stops laughing immediately.

“Natsu?”

“I love you, Lucy,” I confess softly, my fingers trailing over her lips spread wide around my cock. “I love being with you and doing jobs with you and–”

“Sex?” she volunteers.

“Yeah,” I nod, looking to the side. “But it’s more than that. I love…” I pause, trying to think of the word.

“Natsu…I–”

“I love that you trust me this much,” I finally say. “Enough to let me touch you like this.”

Her face does that crumpling thing, and I watch her eyes get wet.

“Natsu,” she murmurs brokenly, and I brace myself for her tears. “I love you, too.”

Throwing her arms around me, she dissolves into soft sobs. I sigh, but I’m used to it. This is how she is, and I love her, so I’ll take her tears.

After a few minutes, she sits back, and we carefully disengage ourselves, Lucy sliding off slowly and climbing to her feet. I watch her grab a towel and wrap it around herself before she tiptoes through the water on the floor and grabs me one. The rest of them she drops over the wet tile, instantly soaking them.

“Are you still hungry?” she asks as I wrap my towel around my waist. “I can fix something for you if you are.”

“That’d be great. I’ll eat anything.”

“I know,” she murmurs, her eyes rolling softly. “Let me just get dressed first.”

She exits the bathroom, and I move to follow her.

“What the hell!” Lucy shrieks, and I dash into her room.

Happy is sitting on her dresser holding a pair of something lacy.

“You guys sounded busy,” he announces. “I thought I’d wait.”

“Hey, buddy!” I grin at him.

“Natsu!”

“How long have you been here, Cat?” Lucy yells.

“I heard some splashing,” Happy volunteers. “Were you guys taking a bath together?”

“Yeah.” I walk over and pet his head. “Lucy made a mess, too.”

“Lucy, did you look at Natsu naked?” Happy taunts.

“He’s my boyfriend!” she snaps. “And give me my underwear!”

She reaches for him, but he floats into the air out of her reach.

“Why? You can be naked. It’s okay with me,” he says with fake innocence.

“Happy!” she growls.

“Give ‘em to her buddy. She’s gonna make us dinner.”

“What? No!” Lucy spins to look at me. “I said I’d make you something, not him!”

“Aw!” Happy pouts. “But I’m so hungry!”

“Yeah, Luce. That’s not nice,” I join him.

“Fine!” Lucy waves her hand in surrender. “Give me my panties, and I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Aye, sir!” Happy drops the lace underwear in Lucy’s palm and flies to the kitchen. I go back to get dressed and then join him, stealing a few glances at Lucy as she puts on her pajamas.

Happy and I are sitting at the table when she joins us, her hand sliding over my shoulders as she passes behind me.

“Lucy,” I call to her.

She pauses to look over at me, and I can’t help but smile at her.

“Yeah, Natsu?”

“I meant what I said.”

I love you.

She stares at me for a second before she figures it out.

“I know. Me too.”

She turns and goes to the kitchen, and I look at Happy.

“What was that?” he asks looking between us.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy,” I laugh softly. “Instead, tell me who won the fish-eating contest.”

“I did, of course!”

“What!” Lucy’s voice comes loudly from the kitchen. “You just won a fish-eating contest! And now you want me to cook for you!”

“But Lucy, I’m still so hungry!” Happy yells back.

“Hungry my ass!”

I start laughing at both of them as they continue to shout back and forth. That’s Fairy Tail wizards for you.

We’re loud, but we’re family.

#nalu #nalu smut #ero fic #ero content #natsu #lucy #fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #happy the flying cat #my nalu fic #bath time #my nalu #affinity for flames #otp: together from now on

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princessbee23 · 3 years

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Beau | 1

I hugged a pillow to my chest, my eyes glued to one of the shows I swore wasn't a soap... but definitely was a soap. Even with the days getting longer, it still got dark early enough that doing anything other than getting ready for bed seemed like a chore.

"Hey, babygirl." I looked up to see Daddy standing in the doorway, loosening the tie from around his neck. "What are you up to?"

I nodded my head toward the TV and crawled to the edge of the bed, sitting up on my knees and craning my neck as he leaned down to kiss me. "The usual, really."

"Want some company?"

"Well of course I do," I answered, tugging on his hand as I laid back. "Please?" I whined impatiently.

"At least let me strip, baby," he chuckled, disappearing into the closet to strip out of his clothes. He returned to me in a pair of gray sweatpants, slipping into bed to wrap his arms around me and kiss my temple. "How was your day?"

I chewed on my lip as I watched the main character in my show suffer through yet another dramatic scene before turning my attention to him. "It was okay. Things were slow in the office, and somebody was too busy to pay me any attention..." I stuck out my bottom lip playfully, giggling when he chuckled and pulled me closer to him.

"Oh hush," he said softly, kissing my cheeks until he found my lips. "Does someone need attention?"

"Well," I said between kisses, already starting to find myself wanting to give into him. "I did go without all day long."

"Oh no. A whole day." He grinned against my lips and pushed me onto my back, letting his fingers run around the waistband of my shorts. "Fortunately for you, you've been on my mind, too."

"Oh have I?"

"Oh you have." He shimmied my shorts down my legs and tossed them aside, not wasting any time kissing down my chest as he slid down in between my legs. He kissed up my thighs, one kiss on the left, another on the right, and back and forth like that all the way until he'd made it to the top. "I've been starving all day."

I stretched out my legs one at a time, draping them over his shoulders as he kissed my pussy through my panties. That was one of the things that had initially attracted me to him. He wanted to devour me at almost all times, which, yes, was beneficial for me... But him using and touching me like that because he wanted to, because I was his... That drove me wild.

Now was no different. The second is tongue hit my pussy, I let out a pleased giggle, reaching down to curl my fingers into his hair. "Mm, yes Daddy, that feels so good."

I heard him give a please little snort, but instead of saying anything, he pushed my legs back and licked me all the way from the bottom to the top, using the tip of his tongue to explore the lips and folds before teasing my clit and restarting the process.

Sometimes when his mouth was on my pussy, I couldn't tell when I started cumming and when I'd stopped. Sometimes I felt like I could be lying there for hours with him just lapping up a neverending stream of cum from my pussy.

I was breathless by the time he brought his lips to mine, not having to tell me to lick his chin and lips clean. "You like that baby?" He asked between kisses, a finger sliding in between the lips of my pussy?

"Yes Daddy," I answered, little moans excaping my lips as he teased me.

"Good." He pushed his finger into me, placing a kiss on my neck as he started to pump it in and out. "You know I love that tight, delicious pussy," he purred into my ear. "You're gonna be a good girl for me tonight?"

I nodded, settling my hands on his forearm as he slid another finger into me. "Mm, yes Daddy. I'll be your good girl."

He moved back up to kiss me, using his hands to pull down my top and let my tits free before moving down to wrap his lips around one of my nipples. He took one in each hand, moving his lips between the two. "C'mere," he growled, sitting up and pulling me into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could have my tits right there in his face. He pulled my shirt up over my head.

The things this man could do with his tongue... He circled one nipple with his tongue and then switched to the other when I'd started to squirm. He grazed my nipple with his teeth before returning his attention to the other, this time licking faster when I started panting and wriggling in his lap. "Mm, Daddy--"

He covered my mouth with his hand to shut me up and moved it to around my throat, flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue as my fingers tightened in his hair.

I thought I might cum just from that alone, but as soon as my legs started to tense, he threw me pushed me back down onto the bed and climbed to his feet. "Come lay over here, baby." I pushed myself so that my head was hanging off the edge of the bed and opened my mouth excitedly. He traced my lips with a fingertip as his other hand unfastened his pants. "Such a good girl."

I giggled when he finally let the head of his cock hit my tongue. I moved my tongue in big, sloppy circles around the head of his cock. He smoothed back my hair, getting all of the flyaways out of my face, and pushed his cock slowly into my mouth until the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged, giggling again to reassure him that I was fine. He started off slow, but within a few minutes was fucking my mouth to the point that my mascara was running down my cheeks. I gasped for air when he pulled his cock out of my mouth, panting in an attempt to catch my breath.

“You good, baby?” He asked, looking down at me with a cocky eyebrow raised.

I nodded and turned onto my stomach to push myself up on my knees, craning my neck back to look up at him. “More,” I demanded, sticking out my bottom lip.

“I’m sorry, what was that little miss?” He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes flickering over my face.

“I said, ‘more.’” I folded my arms over my chest, my brows furrowed. He firmed up his hold on my chin, not having to say anything to let me know I needed to correct myself. “Please, Daddy?” I stuck out my bottom lip. “Please?”

“’Please’ what, Princess?” He pushed me back onto the bed as he climbed on top of me, his teeth grazing the skin of my neck as he waited for my answer.

I ran my fingers up into his hair as he moved his lips over my chest and tits. “Please fuck me Daddy?”

“Kitten,” he murmured.

“I need it,” I whined. “I’ve been thinking about you plowing into me all day long, Daddy. Please, please fuck me. Please—”

He yanked my thighs apart and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy, the corner of his lip raised. “You want this?”

“Oh yes, Daddy, please,” I answered, nodding enthusiastically. “Please? Please give it to me, Daddy?”

He started pushing his cock into me slowly, moving his arms under my knees to keep them pushed back. “You have been a good girl today haven’t you, Princess?”

“Mhm, yes Daddy.”

“I dunno,” he teased, pulling out of me to rub the head of his cock between my pussy lips, pressing against the hole here and there. “You were being pretty mouthy earlier.”

“I’m sorry,” I begged, buckling my hips and whining when he just pulled back again. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I won’t do it again. I’ll be a good girl.”

“I think I’m just going to have to fuck you harder than usual.”

“Mm yes Daddy, you should. Fuck me until I remember how to be a really good girl.” I took hold of his forearms, wiggling my hips in hopes of his cock finding its way inside of me, but he beat me to it.

He pushed his cock into me slowly, leaning down to kiss me up until he’d sank the entirety of his massive length into me. “You ready, baby?”

I bit down on my lip and nodded.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck me harder than usual. He slammed his cock into me over and over again, my legs pinned back if only to let him get in deeper. And the thing was, when he fucked me like that, even with as wet as he got me, it hurt at first. I didn’t really know how to describe that pain, though, because at the same time, it felt so fucking good I usually couldn’t even form words well enough to moan, “Oh God, yes!” Instead he got incomprehensible, loud moans as I took his cock like that. The way his massive, thick cock felt every single time it parted my pussy lips again… or his balls slapping against me every time he thrusted… it drove me wild. Lying back and letting him fuck me like that… “Fuck!” I finally managed, my nails digging into his skin. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Mm, yes, that’s my good girl baby. Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

My eyes rolled back in my head. “Uh huh, uh huh.” My lips curled into a wild, pleasured grin and my tongue lolled out, no doubt making me look like one of those little hentai girls when she was getting hit just right. “Mm, yes Daddy, fuck me just like that!” He let go of my legs and pressed his body down against me, slowing down his stroke to focus on pushing his cock in all the way to the balls every single time. “Yes Daddy,” I moaned again. “I’m your good girl! I’m your good girl!”

Somewhere in between his cock having disappeared deep inside me begging him not to stop fucking me, I gushed all over his cock, my pussy tightening around it as my body convulsed in pleasure.

“Mm.” He pulled out of me just long enough to yank me to the edge of the bed, sliding his cock back into me as he stood in between my legs. He pushed in and out slowly, his eyes switching between mine and my bouncing tits. “Did that feel good Princess?”

“Yes Daddy. It still feels so good…”

“You know what I’m going to do now?”

“You’re gonna fill me with cum?” I asked hopefully.

“I’m gonna fill you with cum, baby.”

I giggled and took hold of my legs behind the knees to help hold them back, trying to give him the access he needed to cum deep, deep inside of me. Breeding me minus the actual pregnancy it always felt like, and it always turned me on to picture being able to watch him fuck me like that… Like I was his own, personal play thing meant to hold every drop of his cum.

He pulled his cock out of me again, just long enough to push his fingers into me and then move them into my mouth. I sucked the taste of my pussy off of them, moving my tongue up and down his fingers until he gave a few last, hard thrusts, filling me with so much hot cum that he watched it drip out of my pussy, down my ass and drip onto the floor.

I sat up, perching myself on the edge of the bed. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said, a lopsided, satisfied grin on my face.

“Any time, babycakes.” He kissed my forehead and took my hands to pull me to my feet. “How ‘bout we take a shower and go grab some dinner? Put on that dress I got for you, get all done up for me?”

“And then we do this all over again later?”

“Yes, baby.”

I took hold of his hand and tugged on it as I took off toward the bathroom. “Well c’mon then!” That was the thing about having an attentive Daddy… He always made sure I was clean, always liked gassing me up when I looked extra good, always fed me well, and always brought me home and exhausted me by using my pussy until he was satisfied.

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cupcakesdontplay · 4 years

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Trust Me

One Shot...maybe

His hair was still a mess, trace evidence of the night before. And through that soft morning light I realize that this strange man, is without a doubt the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. He rakes a single hand through his long messy hair, looking down on me. “I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” he whispers leaning in to kiss me.

And trust him I do. Was that a mistake?

Much of the night before was a blur, but the memory that shines through is the moment we locked eyes. His eyes seemed almost red as they set on me, like a demon hunting for its prey. Before I knew it his hands were on my waist, a claim was set. And it began a relationship of sorts I was ill prepared for.

As he pulls out for the last time, leaving me completely spent, I can’t help but find myself drifting off. His profile fading into a dreamy pleasure filled bliss.

When I wake the sun is high and I’m left alone in a bed that’s not mine. Sitting up quickly, the pain of a night of drinking rushes through my head. “Too much, definitely too much,” I groan wrapping the blanket around me. My clothes, like the red eyed man, are no where to be found. Dragging the blanket behind me, reaching the bottom of the stairs, I manage to stumble upon the kitchen, set on the island is a bowl of apple slice and a note waiting out for me.

Good Day Summer, I will be returning home around 5pm. There’s a bathroom upstairs with some clothes set out for you. Be here when I get back.

-Jay B

What if I don’t want to be here? I wonder? But seeing as the only thing he supplies me with is an oversized white T-shirt, and unless I wanna run through the city naked I’m at his mercy. The bathroom is spacious, a claw foot bathtub sits in the middle of the room and various soaps and perfumes fill the shelf space.

“What is this man doing,” I wonder aloud. I don’t even know where my phone is! Where are my clothes? I feel like Rapunzel locked in a tower. But at least I can take a nice long bath while I wait for this mysterious man to come back. Around 4:30 I’ve finally left the bath, dawned the oversized white T-shirt he’s left me. I’m sitting on his couch legs folded under neath each other. Waiting in silence for my captor...have I willingly been kidnapped?

He finally enters through the door, raking his hand through his hair and a devious smile plays on his lips. “You’re still here,” his stride is long and confident as he takes a seat across from me.

“Well where else would I be? You took my clothes,” I bite back. His eyes travel downwards, obviously trying to take a sneak peek.

“Do you often not wear panties,”

“I don’t see how that is any of your concern,” I note, sliding my knees together so he can’t peek.

He smiles before pulling a stack of papers from his bag. He places them on the coffee table, leaning back like a Villian. Daring me to read it. I can’t help myself from picking it up.

“Are you serious?” I ask reading over this contract he’s placed before me.

“To be fair you consented to it last night,” he’s nonchalant about it. “You were….” His eyes roam my body sparks an excitement in my body, “more than excited,” I notice him shift in his chair at his clear memory of the last night.

“I don’t remember last night,” I note. “But I can see how fun this could be,”

“I’ll just warn you that I’m not the most affectionate,”

“nor do I promise to listen the first time,” and just like that we’re tailoring our agreement.

“So, do you trust me?” He asks handing me the pin. The last page, to sign or to not sign. This man with dark eyes, that I’ve known less than 24 hours, is now more or less in my Dominant. Why the hell not, I think.

“I trust you,” we both sign and he takes the liberty, well I guess his right? to kiss me deeply.

He’s aggressive and I can feel him inserting his dominance. Guiding me to lay back on his white couch. He’s somewhere between needy and demanding. His hand slides to the bottom of the shirt I’ve been wearing all day, pulling at the hem. He’s eager to truly stake his claim over me, and something in his kiss makes me feel okay with that.

He manages to pull the shirt swiftly over my head, leaving me naked once again. He leans back almost admiring my body, his long hair falls into his eyes bring back the clear memory of him from the night before, hovering over me. He looks ready to devour me, like the demon he is, and I can feel the familiar tingle between my thighs. Begging for touch.

He smirks exposing his gorgeous smile, before his lips cover mine again. His hand travels between my legs, stroking my sensitive button sending a shiver up my spine. And in a blink of an eye his fingers sink into my entrance, earning a more than appreciative moan into his mouth.

“Yes baby girl, let me hear you.” He pumps his two fingers in and out at a painstakingly slow pace, as he kisses down my neck. He bites and nips at the flesh along my jaw drawing out sharp gasp and moans. He’s teasing and torturing me, enjoying every moment judging from the rate of growth of his cock, pressing against my abdomen. It sparks joy in my chest that this man is craving my body. I take the initiative to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt, all the while trying not to reach my own orgasm before I’ve truly gotten to enjoy him fully.

As I reach the final button, I’m aware of how soaked and abused my pussy is. His fingers glisten as he brings his fingers to his lips to taste me. In just this short amount of time he has me ready to unravel. I push his shirt off his shoulders exposing the same chiseled chest I was privileged to see this morning. The light in his eyes signals the cruel idea that has entered his head. Using his discarded button down he ties my wrist together , trailing his fingers down my sides he kisses along my collarbone. Taking his time to gingerly kiss each bit of skin down my sternum, he encloses his lips around my nipple while his hand mirrors his mouth. Biting and sucking, pinching and pulling, my hands tangle in his long hair.

“Fuck it,” I whisper between moans. He licks my now hardened nipple, blowing on it. The cool breeze of his breath causes me to arch my back, crossing and pointing my toes in pure excitement.

“Don’t worry, I will,” he heckles standing up. His bulge in his jeans is obvious, and makes my mouth water as he comes closer. He grabs my wrist tied by his shirt pulling me roughly to the floor, “on your knees,” he demands undoing his Louis Vuitton belt. As I get to my knees, I come face to face with his dick. It’s hard, and angry, leaking precum onto the cold floor. “Suck it.”

And despite what I had said moments before, I listen the first time, wasting no energy fighting my primal desire to have him in my mouth. He’s larger than I expect, he fits perfectly in my mouth. As I wrap my mouth around him, I can hear the almost guttural moan leave his lips, his hand grips around my pony tail pulling my hair tightly, guiding me to bob back and forth along his cock. His hips begin to rock in harmony, forcing his dick deeper in my throat by the second. I can feel the drool dripping onto my chest as he continues to thrust harder into the back of my throat. “Damn, yes I love that big pink wet mouth of yours. Letting me fuck, your pretty mouth.” His thrust get sloppier and my jaw seems to lock. I’m furiously breathing through my nose as he pulls my hair back. I can see the pleasure on his face through the tears welling in my eyes. He inhales deeply pulling out of my mouth folding my head back with one hand and continuing to pump his wet dick with the other as his orgasm hits him. His cum hits my apple cheeks, coating my face with him.

He laughs as I’m forced to lick the cum off my lips. “You like being coated in the cum of a man you just met, you whore.” He leans over to kiss my clean lips. “You like being someone’s personal whore?” He smiles sliding his fingers between my thighs dipping once again into my pussy. “And you’re completely soaked, just dripping wet for your master.” He slaps my boob causing me to moan out. “Tell me.”

“I like it,” he pulls on my nipple, making me squeal.

“Yes, I like being your whore, sir,” he corrects.

I repeat him, biting my lip. Feeling cum still drop off my cheeks, onto my boob. He smiles pulling me up once more by my tied wrist, leading me to a bedroom. How did I not notice this room with a keypad? He types in a code before dragging me in. It’s dark at first, but soon a soft blue light waves over the room. A bed sits near the back of the room, chest of drawers line the room a grid hanging above the bed. “Alexa, I need cuffs.” He says nonchalantly and a top drawer opens revealing several different types of cuffs. He picks out a pair, a long with a matching collar. I stand in the middle of the room in awe, horny, wet, and in awe. He undoes his shirt swapping it for actually cuffs, and and locks me into my collar. He continues to drag me towards the bed, slapping my behind as we reach it.

“Stand on the bed, hands up.” He locks my hands to the grid hanging above the bed, my collar and leash as well, leaving me lightly choked. He finished by positioning himself and using a remote to lower me to my knees. He continues to lower me down onto his already prepped cock. He roughly enters me for who knows how many times in the last 24 hours. Our hips meet as his guides my hips to roll on him, while he thrusts passionately into my pussy.

“Listen to all that noise, you’re so wet,” he laughs as I moan, feeling him fill me and leave constantly. He rubs my clit as he continues his assault on my body.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” I start to panic, my body hasn’t felt this good in so long. I don’t want to hold it back, I don’t even try as I feel my body reach its peak. He grunts and continues to assault my sensitive button as I go through my orgasm, keeping me on edge. Overstimulating me, keeping my high while he continues to fuck me. I feel the tears welling in my eyes as I’m forced into yet another orgasm far to close together. It’s both pain and pleasure. “Jay B, I Can’t I cant,”

He punches my nipples, “Sir,” drawing out a shriek of pain and pleasure.

“Sir, I can’t,” I whimper, as he keeps going.

“Oh, my pretty pet I think you can. Give your master one more,” he taunts, gripping my hips hard, using his strength to force me to ride him harder and faster. I can hardly breath, my body is exhausted and I can’t focus much more. Three in a row in such a short amount of time. I’ve never forced my body through that. “You’re almost there, I can feel you around my shaft come on, squeeze my cock” he sounds like a kid in a candy shop. I can feel my third waving over me, followed by the warmth of his own orgasm filling me.

He pulls out, leaving me dripping onto the bed hanging from my wrist. He smiles as his chest heaves, undoing my chains. I lay on the bed my whole body on edge. He lays next to me, undoing my pony tail. “Do you still trust me?”

“I do, master” I say after a moment.

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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Try

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Character

Warnings: This is porn, damn near no plot. SMUT, dirty talk, spanking. I think that’s it.

A/N: Based on the gif below the cut; hope ya’ll enjoy!! As always, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics and gif are not.

I’d slept like the dead, finally. Chronic insomnia was something I’d dealt with for the better part of ten years. So, any good night’s sleep was welcomed. I wandered into the kitchen when I saw possibly one of the most delicious sights I’d ever seen.

My boyfriend, Dean Winchester leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other’s fingers having powdered sugar licked off of it.

I smiled as the sunlight caught the reds, browns and blonds in his beard, how his body moved with the subtle action, I watched as his hunter instincts clicked and he looked up, seeing me looking at him.

“Good morning.” He greeted me with a smile

“Good morning indeed.” I said, my eyes running up and down his body.

“Are you,” He asked “checking me out?”

“All’s I have to say,” I said as I leaned up against the door jamb, catching sight of the bulge in his pants “is DAMN.”

“Could say the same thing about you there sweetheart,” He said with a wink and he gave a slight jerk to his head “c’mere.”

I happily obliged, smiling as I crossed the kitchen toward him. I was immediately folded into his long arms, tucked protectively into his chest as he put his coffee aside with his chin on top of my head.

“Did you manage to get some sleep?” He asked, smoothing my hair under his hand.

“Yes, finally.” I told him as I breathed him in, he smelled like his soap, leather and the sharp smell of gun powder.

“Good,” He said as he kissed the crown of my head “I worry when you don’t get sleep.”

“Don’t worry about little, old me.” I told him, kissing the hollow of his throat.

“Little? Yes. Old? No.” He said as I kissed his throat again, a primal growl coming from deep in his chest. “Sweetheart, you better quit that.”

“Or what?” I asked sweetly as I kissed up his neck. I knew exactly what I was doing, this always got him riled up.

“You know what happens when you do that.” He warned as I sucked and nibbled on his skin, making him groan and his fingers dig into my back.

“Maybe I see something I want,” I told him as I stretched up to my tip toes, kissing all the way up the side of his neck, intermediately sucking and biting on his skin “And I’m going after it.” I lightly bit his ear lobe as he shuttered.

“Fuck it.” He said and slid his hands down my back to my ass, where he grabbed it and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he hurriedly carried me to our room. I giggled as I sucked on his skin, making him firmly smack my ass.

“Dean!” I cried

“You love it.” He chided as he pushed the door to our bedroom open with his foot and then kicked it shut. I raked my hands through his hair and tugged on the longer locks at the top of his head as he slammed me down on the plush bed, making a soft “OOF!” come out of me. He pushed my hair out of my face and attacked my mouth with hungry kisses. His tongue barely swiped across my lips, asking to be let in. I opened my mouth for him, where our tongues twisted together, fighting for dominance. When we parted, we were both breathing hard, looking at each other with desire in our eyes. He crawled off the bed and we both undressed, not taking our eyes off one another. There was something about taking my clothes off in front of him that made me want him more. Once he was bared to me, and I to him, he crawled back on the bed. I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers with his as he covered my body with his as we kissed. His every plane and curve was deliciously pressed against mine as our hands tangled together.

“Dean,” I begged as we kissed “mh, please Dean. I want you.”

He pinned my hands above my head, an animal like glow in his eyes.

“Show me,” he commanded “show me how badly you want me.”

I rolled my hips into his, my fingers squeezing his. His hardened length was lined up with my soaking pussy, I moved, my folds brushing against the ridges of his cock. He growled as we kissed, if he was going to make me beg, I was going to do it right.

“Dean please,” I cooed “don’t you want to be inside me? Hear me make those pretty noises you like?”

“Yes,” He rasped “I want to hear that.”

“You want me to roll over so you can spank my ass? Make it all nice and red while you fuck me?” I watched as he bit his lip, he was holding back from fucking me senseless “or do you want me to spread my legs nice and wide so you can see what you do to me while you fuck me? Hm? You want to watch my tits bounce and my pussy soak your cock?”

He’d had enough playing around with that last sentence. He slipped inside me, hitting my sweet spot so suddenly it nearly made my vision go white.

“Oh, I’m gonna have ALL of that sweetheart.” He said as he kissed me and began to move. He thrust hard into me a few times before flipping me on to all fours. He cracked one of his big hands across my ass, making me cry out.

“DEAN!” I yelled as he held on to my hips and rolled into me. I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets tightly as we moved together. He let out grunts and growls, biting my neck and shoulders.

“You like that huh?” He asked in my ear “me taking what I want from you?”

“Ah!” I yelled and he laid another smack across my ass.

“Answer me.” He said, his voice full of authority.

“Yes!” I choked out “Yes, I love it!”

“There we go,” he said, satisfied “there’s my naughty girl.” He yanked me up so that my back was to his chest, he cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples, making me whine and scratch my nails down his shoulders. “Mhhh, fuck,” he moaned in my ear “look at my sexy girl, taking my cock so good.” He bit the shell of my ear as a moan tumbled from my mouth, his rough hands sliding down my body and holding my hips in place as he fucked into me. “Always so tight and wet for me.”

“Only you,” I moaned, my nails digging into his arms “only you Dean.”

He moaned into my ear and bit it again.

“Mh, say that again.” He said quietly.

He always seemed to need reassurance in these intimate moments, no matter how often I told him how much I loved him or how much I desired him.

“Only for you Dean,” I said and looked back at him, his emerald green eyes studying my face, as if he was looking for a lie in my expression “just you.”

He kissed me as my hands slid up to the back of his neck and into his hair again, his hips never stopping. He pulled out of me and rolled me on to my back, spreading my legs wide. He slipped back inside me as we both moaned loudly as he nailed my sweet spot again. I dug my nails into his back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. We moved together, our eyes locking together.

“Like that?” He asked as he picked up his speed, his forehead against mine.

“Yes,” I whimpered “right there!”

He kissed me hard and continued, he bucked his hips hard into me, making my breasts bounce. I palmed them in my hands as he watched, liquid fire dripping down my back as my toes curled. His hungry eyes devoured the sight and he bit his lip.

“Dean, I’m gonna-oh fuck!” I cried

“I’m right behind you,” he said and kissed me “come for me sweet girl.”

The flame rolled from the base of my spine up until it reached my shoulders as I let go, letting it consume me as I cried out his name. His hips slapped into mine, the obscene sound of his skin hitting mine filling the room as he let go, spurting his thick ropes into my womb.

When he finally stilled, his forehead resting in the crook of my neck as we both breathed hard. He pulled his softened cock out of me and then looked up at me.

“Think it worked this time?” He asked softly.

“I guess we’ll find out in a few weeks.” I told him as we kissed.

“I hope it did,” he said as he laid beside me, his hand laying over my belly “I can’t wait to see your belly get all swollen.”

I grinned and kissed him again.

“And I can’t wait to see you hold him or her and cuddle them.”

His thumb skimmed over my skin and we kissed. Even if it didn’t work this time, we’d sure have fun trying anyway.

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cnc-hoebayb · 5 years

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Oh, she wet wet

This was a request from a long ass time ago by @imabasicqueen oops sry luv

She came thru n asked for some dom Zabdi smut so y’all could thrive lmao

Omg and also this is a whole pit of unprotected sex lol, which in no way, shape, or form am i promoting, but that was just the mood alriiiight. So stay safe y’all, be protected always, or just take precautions pls 😘

“Bro stOP moving,” you hold the brush that was slowly dripping with goop over your other hand as Zabdiel let’s out the second biggest sneeze he had in these past few minutes. “Lo siento geeeez,” he defends himself loudly and you go back to painting the product on his head.

“If i knew you were gonna be mean to me, i would’ve just done it myself,” he adds on and you sass back without hesitation. “Baby you know nobody does your hair better than me, face it. Now cállate, before i get the bleach all over our clothes.” He mumbles under his breath to mock your sentence in a high whiny voice, imitating you in the worst way possible.

“Ha ha, very funny,” you make fun and he’s already at it again, this time with a small, douchey laugh that tests your patience. “Very fUnnyY,” he slips out and you hold back before you say something he’ll just mock again. So you huff to yourself and step around from behind to face and meet him up front.

Little applying brush still in hand, you touch up some spots you missed the first time and smirk. “Alright i think we’re.....” without saying another word, you swoop your hand underneath his chin to keep him steady, and quickly slide the brush covered in bleach right along the tail of his eyebrow. “Finished.”

You stand back with your arms crossed, satisfied for sure. He has no time to react through it all, just sits and stares with wide eyes in your direction. His shocked expression slowly morphes into a nervous smile as he processes, and you laugh at what you’ve done to him.

“Por qué??????” He pulls out his phone and checks in his camera. “Because i wasn’t gonna let you win this attitude battle,” you say and snatch the phone out of his grip. His hand hesitates at wanting to wipe the product off his brow, but he stops and lets it be, accepting his fate with a sigh.

“I can’t believe you,” he slumps his shoulders and pouts. You give him a shrug and walk out of the bathroom feeling like you’ve accomplished your mission. “No sé, dude. Wash that out in like 30 min tho...”

After awhile you hear the shower start to run and decide to go check on him to make sure he’s doing everything right.

You walk in the steamy room to see the toner you left still sitting on the bathroom counter and you roll your eyes. Frustrated, and with enough sass left in you from earlier, you step up to pull the shower curtain to the side swiftly, watching Zabdi jump at the sudden intrusion.

“I gave you steps on what to do with this so your hair doesn’t get messed up,” you hold up the plastic bottle and he stares at you, soap running down the sides of his face, not even sure how to react.

His movements are slow as he scrubs the rest of the soap from his head, steeping partly out of the water stream. “I, uh.....” his eyes wander as he tries to make an excuse, “was just about to...”

His look is beyond confused and so desperate for his lie to work, that all you can even do is shake your head and laugh. “You’re such a bad liar,” you grin at him and his lips purse up into an expression that means he knows he got away with it again.

“Whatever, we’ll just fix your hair later I’m-“ you reach to close the shower curtain for him as you leave, but he grabs your arm instead. His wet hand keeps a strong grip on your wrist and pulls you into the shower, fully clothed.

You gasp as that first touch of water tickles your skin and Zabdiel’s hands are holding onto your waist. Little drizzles drop down onto your cheeks and you move now sopping wet strands of hair from your eyes.

“Zabdieeel, my clothes,” you want so desperately to jump out as fast as you can to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes plastered onto you. Your body gets heavier as the water builds up in the fabric while Zabdi uses his pointer finger to guide your chin up.

He looms over you from below the shower head and the look he’s giving you know too well. It’s those full brows shadowing his dark eyes, and his jaw locked, arched in that god like angle. And you start to regret messing with him earlier, because that bleached stripe in his eyebrow fit so perfectly with him that it made your knees weak to look at.

A waterfall pours down the chiseled features of his face and you lick your lips to clear tiny splashes that pepper your face. “Sabe’ que tu tienes una actitud malvada,” he strokes the pad of his finger over your bottom lip back and forth.

You gulp in response, feeling your pulse intensify with every passing moment. “I think we need to do something about that,” his movement halts before he squeezes your cheeks together within his big palm and you have no choice but to tip toe to his level.

His lips graze yours with tension and his other hand touches the slick skin at the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get these off of you..”

There’s no hesitation as he releases you from his strong clasp and assists you remove the weighted clothes that stuck to your body. Your pants hit the floor of the shower with a thud and you kick them out of the way, shirt and all underwear following shortly after.

Once all clothing is shed, you’re comforted by the warm feeling of his naked body slide against yours. You prop yourself up on your toes again to try and steal a kiss out of desperation, but he already has other ideas.

He settles his grip around your back and slams you to the side wall of the shower. A chill runs down your spine from not being under the warm stream, but the heat of the steam and his body subside the feeling.

His glare at you feels threatening, like he can snap you in half at any given second. That was the way you liked it.

“Touch me already,” you taunt from your spot against the wall, hand reaching for his wrist and leading it to your body. The electricity grows between you both as his long fingers squeeze at the soft skin below your breasts. He takes in a sharp breath at the distance being parted and it’s enough to get you both going.

He takes no time, getting right to the point as he lifts your leg, placing himself between your thighs to get closer. Every part of your body compressed together in the small sanctity of the shower. The press of his lips have a purpose, as if to devour you completely til there was no need to beg for more.

He pulls your leg tighter around his waist, and the one foot keeping you balanced slips along the slippery tile. You tighten your hold on his body and he catches your fall, barely losing contact of his lips. “You’re too clumsy,” he growls into you and you feel his hand travel down the curve of your back, settling right below your ass.

His strong fingers flex under the bouncy flesh, and almost like nothing, they lift you off the ground in a single motion. You gasp as his grip tightens, almost as to spread your legs open wider for him as you straddle his waist. He takes a small step forward until your back hits the wall, catching you off guard as you look down into his eyes.

They look back with a little glimmer as he slowly pushes you into the wall harder, his lower body having no choice but to slide blissfully against your open pussy. Your eyes roll back into your head as he continues the tease, rocking himself back and forth with just enough pressure to soothe your throbbing clit.

The slickness of the warm water between you both assists his movement, making every push of his hips flow with ease.

“Zabdi, baby,” your moans slip out silently, every thought in your mind spilling mindlessly as he works you into the shower wall, starting to feel his dick rise beneath you. “Ooh, babe please-“ his body stops and you hold tightly onto his shoulders, the loss of friction already having you yearn for more.

“Que pasa Zabdi?..” you look down at his damp face as his brows furrow together. “I just realized that the condoms are in the nightstand..” your spirit fades a little at the thought but your body is telling you otherwise.

“It’s ok.” You blurt out almost absentmindedly and his head snaps up to look at you. “Nonono, está bien, we can just move to the room,” he tries to debate with you but you cut him off.

“It’ll be okay, trust me.” You push the new icy hair out of his face and kiss his forehead. “We’ve talked about this before. We’re smart, we have other precautions...” Your fingers slide through his hair one more time and tug enough so his neck is exposed to you. Your lips trail kisses down from his shoulder and up onto his jaw line.

“And...” you peck at his lips now. “This is how i want it, baby. I just need you now, y con todo...”

His breath gets heavy and you reach a hand cautiously down to line him up with your entrance. “Are you sure?...” his lips graze yours as he confirms with hesitation, a lump in his throat forming as you lightly stroke him in comfort.

“Never been more sure,” you silence him with a long, heavy kiss, pulling your body more into his chest, wanting everything closer.

And like his strength hadn’t faded at all, he boosts you up a little for leverage, before guiding back down, stretching into you in a way that made everything in your body quiver. He grinds his teeth at the feeling of entering you so unprotected, everything just raw and a new level of intimate.

The smooth ridges and curves of him inside of you is exhilarating. Your tight walls clench around him to get a better feel and that throbbing heat shoots a helpless whimper out of your throat.

“You feel so good..” he whispers through gritted teeth as he settles you as much as he can onto him. “Tu eres perfecta,” his muscles give a little as the pleasure takes over and you slide down the wall. Your hands catch onto the tiny side wall in the corner and help him boost yourself back up.

He uses his left over strength to bounce you up and down onto his length, the wetness built up from you and the still running water making faint splashing noises as skin hits skin. He attempts to speed up the pace, making sure to slam you down harder and harder each time.

He takes a step back to adjust you both, his foot sliding suddenly before regaining balance once more in the tiny floor mat. You wince as the position becomes messy, the both of you definitely not having enough strength to support it anymore.

He maneuvers you into the shower corner, letting you help carry your weight by propping your arms on to the walls on either side of you.

His foot steps up onto the brim of the tub to steady himself and you moan unexpectedly as the new angle allows him to reach into you farther. And just like that, the adrenaline is back, every ounce of your bodies regaining more strength to work with the new stance.

With your arms now holding you on the shower walls, it gives you the chance to help roll your hips to his rhythm. His hands clench to your body as he continues to fuck you into the corner, the leverage of his position working to your guys’ advantage.

Your moans and whines become more high pitched as you start to reach your peak, edging him on to finish with you. “Come on, bebe, i want you to cum for me,” he slams harder and deeper into your aching pussy, chasing your comments with direct action.

“Wanna feel you fill me up til-fuck” with one final thrust deep in your core, he begins to unwind. Releasing every worry from earlier, he empties himself within your dripping hole with a groan. The warmth and fulness brings on a new sense of pleasure like you couldn’t believe.

You shake as you ride out the aftershock of your orgasm, every shallow thrust of his hips letting his cum drip out of you slowly, making you crave the feeling again.

He releases his grip around you and guides you off of him and back onto the floor. Your legs wobble, trying to stay strong and balanced, but you fall forward into his chest. With a laugh, he helps you stand steady by holding you tightly to him- definitely gonna use this moment to boost his ego and use against you later.

He pulls you both under the water stream, letting it wash over and rinse you from your mess. You bury your head into his chest to block the water from getting in your face and trace along the sides of his arm muscles. His own hands already dancing around your features as well.

You break the silence and stare up at those chocolate eyes with a smile. “Our water bill is so fucked.” He laughs at the comment and gives you a strong hug, spinning you around under the shower head and finishing with a soft kiss.

“Pues, ven. Let’s go dry off,”

#why i always end these like this lmaoo #pero likeee #i want zabdi to put me in a wheelchair slfjs #pls take away my ability to walk i will pay u zabdi #🥴#zabdi bb #cnco #cnco smut #cnco imagine #reader x zabdiel #zabdiel de jesus

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leelee10898 · 6 years

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Back to you: Chapter 19- Take back home girl.

Summary: We pick up where 18 left off. Leo has invited Aria to his house where he is cooking her dinner and things get messy. Liam and Leo have a talk, and Aria attends Madeline’s bachlorette party. catch up HERE I blame @bobasheebaby for putting a certain messy part in my head.. and thank you @mind-reader1 for the dinner idea.

Rating: Fluff, NSFW.... Youngins avert your eyes! Chapter/title credit: Take back home girl - Chris Lane/Tori Kelly

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Leo grins as he pulls ingredients out and places them on the counter space. “Hmmm.” Aria jumps down and inspects the contents. “Tomato’s, tomato paste, noodles, basil, oreganoooooo… are you making pasta?” “Yes, I had a nanny named Josephine growing up. She was an older italian woman, she was like a grandmother to me.” Leo spoke as he preped the tomato’s and started to assemble the sauce in the pan. “She used to make me this pasta, I loved it so much she insisted she teach me how to make it.” Aria couldn’t help but smile, watching him move about the kitchen he looked like he knew what he was doing, that was for sure. “Anyway she told me that I needed to learn how to make this pasta so one day I could make it for the woman I loved. So now here we are.” Leo flashed that Hollywood smile at her. “So you’ve never made this for anyone before? Not even your ex wife?” Nope shouldn’t have said that, stupid Aria stupid

Leo chuckled “No, I never wanted to make this for Katie or anyone else. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you Aria.” Aria closed the distance between them and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you too.” Leo poured her a glass of wine and directed her to relax while he finished dinner. She walked around the living room, admiring the different paintings that were hung on the wall. She made her way to the large patio and leaned against the railing taking in the sight of the busy city below, the city was beautiful to say the least. She could picture herself living here, watching Leo cook dinner through the glass doors, she pictured life with him. They would stay in New York, he would come home from one of his motocross races or practice. She would be cooking dinner, he would come up behind her kissing her on the neck and lips, placing his hands on her swollen belly. They would always want to be with each other, and Leo not wanting to miss out on a minute of his children’s lives they would end up on the road together. She could see that life so vividly she felt like could reach out and touch it. But she couldn’t bear to hurt Liam, she did love him, but being with Leo, it just felt so right. Why couldn’t she bring herself to make the choice?

“Hey beautiful, dinners ready.” Leo pulled her out of her thoughts. He pulls her chair out for her before sitting down across from her. “Wow, this smells amazing Leo."Aria picks up some pasta with her fork shoving it in her mouth. Her eyes go wide. It tasted amazing. Rich and hearty with the slightest sweet hint. The spices coming together in perfect harmony sending her taste buds into a frenzy. "Leo, this is possibly the most amazing pasta I have ever tasted, I am seriously impressed. ” Aria continued to devour the bowl in front of her. “I am so glad you like it, I had hoped you would.” Leo was pleased, he waited his whole life to make that for that special woman and he was so happy he got to make it for Aria. The more time he spent with her the more he knew if she chose Liam it would kill him.

After dinner Aria jumped up to grab the plates to wash them. “What do you think you are doing.” Leo grabbed her arm gently. “Um clearing the table, so I can wash the dishes.” She insisted grabbing his plate. Leo stood up, taking the plates from her and placing them down on the table. “No I got them, you just relax.” He stood behind her kissing the back of her neck. Wow, cooks an amazing dinner and does the dishes, was she dreaming, that kind of stuff made her a little hot and bothered.

After a few minutes of Leo cleaning the kitchen he steps out to the table with two bowls of ice cream. “So for desert I thought sundaes. is that ok with you?” A mischievous grin spread across Arias face, her thoughts in all the wrong places. “Perfect. ” she batted her eyes. Leo returned from the kitchen with a can of whipped cream, chocolate syrup, sprinkles, and caramel drizzle. Leo sat down next to her at the table and started creating his sundae. Aria picks up the can of whipped cream. “Hey Leo, you got a little something there.” She squirts a dollop on his neck making Leo gasp. “Here let me get that for you.” Aria leans over sucking the whipped cream slowly off his neck. A shiver ripples through his body.

Ooooh she was good. the thought to himself as he turns to her a devilish smirk painted on his face. “Oh love why are you so clumsy? You have dripped caramel all over.” she teases as he drizzles caramel down her shirt onto her breast. “Let me to help you with that. ” he purrs as he pulls her shirt over her head, licking and sucking the caramel up. His lips and tongue sending jolts of electricity throughout her body. He leans in kissing her softly, Her tongue slips across his lips savoring the sweet flavor of the caramel she sucks in his bottom lip. His hand plant firmly on her hips. Aria lifts his shirt, revealing his perfect chiseled abs. Fuck he’s sexy. She thought. She runs her hands across his chest, painting a mixture of caramel and chocolate along the lines of his muscles. She leans down running her tongue across his stomach lapping up the sweet goodness. He lets out a growl, she feels the electric tingles travel down to her wanting sex.

Leo pulls off her leggings and un fastens her bra. He pours chocolate down her stomach and across her breast. Leo picks her up and lays her down on the table. He works his tongue and mouth across her chest, taking one of her pink buds in his mouth,cupping the other breast. he flicks it with his tongue before moving to the next. He makes his way down her torso nipping and sucking. He runs two fingers against the lace of her thongs. “Mmmm, somebody’s already wet for me. ” he growls hooking his fingers into her panties pulling them down and off her body. He spreads her legs open, displaying her wet glistening pussy, all for him. He groaned in appreciation palming his hard member in his pants. He hastily sheds his remaining clothes. And climbs onto the table with her. Leo sprays a line of whipped cream from arias neck down to her pussy lips. He runs his tongue down the line before running it down her slit. Aria arched her back and the instant satisfaction.

He used two fingers to part her folds unveiling her tiny bud. He flicks it a few times with his tongue teasing it, she pushes his head down farther onto her and bucks her hips up. Leos hand places firmly onto her pelvis. “Don’t move sweetheart.” He demanded softly. Aria whimpered as his tongue continued the assault on her sensitive clit. Her wanting center yearned to be filled by him. He slipped two digits into her wet heat. Her body arched up again, she threw her head back and let out a pleasure filled moan. Her hands found his hair as her fingers tangled themselves in his dark brown locks. She pushed his head closer to her. He pushed his fingers in and grazing that sweet spot with each pump. “fuck Leo, don’t stop, i’m close.” And just like that he pulled his fingers out and pulled his face back. Aria let out a disapointed wimper. She was so close and he just cut her lifeline like that?

He snakes his body up her torso, his faces inches from hers. “Patience love, I plan on having you seeing stars tonight.” His lips come crashing down on hers. “Lets go wash this off.” he takes her hand, leading her up the stairs into the bathroom. He turned the water on, the entire ceiling pouring warm water onto their sticky bodies. Leo rubs soap all over her, lingering in the areas that drive her wild. She returns the favor wiping the suds all over him the water rinsing them off right away. Aria grabs a hold of his thick length stroking it a few times, before she drops down to her knees and taking his length into her mouth. She wraps her lips around him, slowly moving her head up and down. He throws his head back and moans “oh fuck baby, you look so fucking sexy with my big cock in your mouth. But I need to be inside you love.”

He pulls Aria up spinning her around spreading her legs apart . He presses his body against hers she feels the tip knocking at her entrance. He peppers kisses along her neck before returning to her mouth while pushing his large length into her tight core. she squirms her ass at the painfully pleasurable intrusion. He thrust into her at a hard slow pace, building her up. She felt the coil tighten with each stroke. “Oh, oh Leo, oh fuck.” She panted out “that’s right baby girl, give in, cum on my dick.” His words give her the push she needs, the coil snaps and she gives into an intense orgasm. Leo holds her up as he legs turn to jelly underneath of her. “I got you love, ill give you a minute, but I’m not done with you yet.” Leo whispers in her ear.

He turns off the water scooping her up in his arms. He walks over and places her softly on the bed. His hands roam her body, gently massaging her. He settles onto her clit rubbing it in lazy circles. “Are you ready for me love?” He breathes out kissing her neck “I need you Leo.” Aria moans out. Without a second thought he settles him self in between her thighs placing both legs on his shoulders pulling her up off the bed. His swollen tip piercing her hot center. She bucks her hips pulling him in more, he took the hint as he plowed his long thick member into her wanting center, filling her completely. Aria squirms her ass hard against him. “Tell me how you want it baby.” He purrs into her ear. A fire ignites within her. She stares back at him with dark hungry eyes. “I want it hard, fast and rough.” She pulls him down placing a searing kiss on his lips. Leo grabs a pillow from the top of the bed wedging it under the small of her back, allowing him to penetrate her deeper.

He settles himself on his knees he thrust into her hard, and fast each stroke teasing her sweet spot making her scream out. “Harder.” She cries. Leo wraps his hands around her hips pulling her even closer. Each thrust lifting her off the mattress. The sounds of flesh slapping echo the room. His length pushing against her sweet spot. “You feel so fucking good baby, ooh so good, mmmm I love you Ari.” Leo grunted. “Oh fuck, I. Love. You. To. Le- ooooh fuck..” she screams out. “That’s right, cum with me baby.” Leo grunts as his own orgasm threatens to spill out. Her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. His name mixed with curses and screams she squirts her juices all over his length. The sensation sending Leo over the edge he buries his cock deep into her sex, shooting ribbons of his creamy thick seed into her. He collapses on her before rolling off. They lay panting and sweating next to each other. Aria reaches out and laces her fingers in his. Leo chuckles “You know I really did only invite you here for dinner love.” “Mmm that may be true, but I may have had other plans.” She giggles cuddling up against him falling fast asleep.

***** The next morning Aria wakes up before Leo. Throwing her underwear and shirt on she walks out onto the balcony taking in the sight it. She wasn’t sure if she would get this view again. In a few days they would be heading back to Cordonia, but tomorrow they would meet with the private investigator. This was it, what they had been working for. Find Tariq and clear her name so she could be with Liam, that’s what she wanted right? Then why did she not feel more excited. She loved Liam, he was kind and caring, any woman would be lucky to have him. But she Loved Leo too. He came back into her life like a force of nature, she never seen it coming but she was glad he did. Being in his arms felt right, he made her feel things no one ever could, and that did not include how he made her feel sexually. She was lost in thought until she felt hands sliding around her waist. “Good morning beautiful.” He whispered into her ear kissing her cheek. A giant smile formed on her face. “Good morning to you too.” She placee her hands over his. Today is Madeline’s bachelorette party.“ Arias voice dripping with sarcasm.

She turns facing him, locking her hands behind his neck. She places a soft kiss on his lips. "We should get back, this is an important event. I don’t want to piss Bertrand off.” She sighs. “Yes, but first I have something for you.” Leo grins running inside. He returns with a blue satin small box. Aria looks up at him, wonder filling her eyes. “Leo you shouldn’t have got me anything.” She protested. “Just open it beautiful.” He chuckled. She opened the box. Her mouth agape. The beautiful stars and moon necklace she fell in love with at the jewelry store was right in front of her. “You like it?” Leo asked. She couldn’t form words so she shook her head yes. Leo chuckled as he took the necklace out “a loss of words is a good sign.” He fastened the necklace around her neck. Aria put her hand on her neck feeling the necklace. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a hard kiss. “I love it, thank you.” “You are very welcome, now lets get you back.”

Upon returning to the hotel she threw herself into bed. They had been on this engagement tour for two months now, and she was exhausted from all the constant events. She had a few hours before Madelines Bachlorette party so she took a nice nap.

Leo heads to his room, he kicks his shoes off and sprawls out on the bed. Just as he got comfortable a knock came at the door. He opens the door to find Liam standing on the other side. “May I come in?” Liam asks. Leo steps aside and lets him in. “We should talk.” Liam flops himself into the chair. “About what?” Leo wonders as he sits in the chair directly across from his brother “I know you love her, and I can see it in her eyes she is in love with you too.” Liam runs his hand down his face. “Do you have anything to drink?” He needed something to calm his nerves. Leo got up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and handed it to Liam. “No glasses, sorry.” He apologized. “You know she loves you too Liam.” Leo took a swig of the bottle. “I’m sorry.” They both said in unison. “I’m sorry I went after you at the bachelor party, I let my jealousy get the best of me.” Liam apologised. “Yeah i’m sorry too, It was a dick move to rub things in your face. ” Leo took another swig of the bottle. “Look, we both love her. She’s going to have to make a choice soon. I say we just see how things go? No point in fighting with each other, I know she hates it. I’m willing if you are.” Leo proposed. Liam extends his hand “Agreed.” He shakes his brothers hand. “So Aria has made arrangements to take the ladies to a club verdant tonight, get walker were crashing. ” Leo grins. “Madeline is going to hate that.” Liam chuckles. “Exactly why she planned it.” Leo laughed.

***** A few hours later Aria meets Penelope, Kiara and Madeline at an upscale boutique. Madeline had requested each lady wear a metallic dress. Aria finds a gold tight fitting metalic dress that hugged her curves. “Wow Aria, that dress is beautiful on you."Penelope complimented her. "I suppose it will do.” Madeline sneered. Now ladies, we have a photo shoot and interviews with Ana DeLuca be sure to sing praises of what a wonderful queen I will be.“ Madeline assessed herself in the mirror. After the interview the women set off in the Limo. "So Aria what have you planned for your portion of the night?” Kiara questioned. “I pulled a few strings and got us into the hottest club in New York.” Aria beamed. She used to be a shot girl for Gabriel, he was a hotshot club promoter and he was currently working for Verdant. He was elated to hook her up with Vip treatment when he heard Cordonian nobility was involved.“A club, you are taking us to a night club?” Madeline spit with disgust. “Oh, I’ve never been to a club.” Penelope muttered, “Oui, neither have I.” Kiara said. Both ladies looked excited. “Well, you are all in for a fun time. Looks like we are here.” Aria elated as the limo rolled to a stop.

“Aria, how wonderful to see you again.” Gabriel greeted her, kissing her cheek. “You too Gabe, this is Countess Madeline of Fydelia, Lady Kiara, and Lady Penelope. ” she introduced the women. “Pleasure to meet you all. Now I have taken care of all of your arrangements for the evening. Please enjoy. ” Gabriel lead them to a booth roped off in the VIP area. A waitress brought four drinks out for them. “Cupids kiss, compliments of club verdant.” She told them as she walked away. “Wow this is amazing, I cant wait to dance.” Penelope beamed. “Do be mindful not to embarrass me Penelope.” Madeline scolded her, penelope hung her head in shame. "Jesus Madeline. You could remove the stick from your ass just once.” Aria joked. Kiara giggled but quickly stopped as Madeline gave her a warning glare. “Whats this about sticks and asses?” Olivia chuckled as she slid into the booth. “Oh Olivia, I did not think you would be joining us tonight?” Madeline said through gritted teeth. “Of course darling, I wouldn’t miss another one of your Bachelorette parties for the world.” Olivia’s words like daggers at Madeline. Olivia not giving Madeline a chance to say a word spoke up. “Now lets get this party started,with shots! How about a game of credit card roulette?” This was going to be a long night, if she was going to get through it she would need some extra back up. Aria pulled out her phone and rambled off a text to two people. There’s no turning back now.

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