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donatellawritings · 1 day

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౨ৎ introducing babydoll!reader and dealer!rafe

loud trap music boomed through the speakers, bass echoing through the air of tannyhill as rafe adjusted his hips, throwing his head back with a shit-eating grin, his nostril dusted with a remanence of the finely cut coke that once laid neatly lined up on the coffee table beside his titanium amex card. running a hand through his stringy strands, rafe lets out a relaxed huff as he straightens himself out, bringing his intoxicated gaze to the flimsy wad of cash that rested in his free hand.

you were a bit skittish about trying coke for the first time, let alone purchasing it on your own, so having to do it in the midst of a party left you all shy and timid.

everything about you screamed fabulosity — you always wore the finest of vintage designer clothes, your shiny hair remained in a bouncy bombshell blowout — perfectly trimmed layers framing your face just right, your acrylic nails remained long, the tapered edges sharp and glazed with a glittery polish. you weren’t all that spunky, as some would say, but you packed quite the attitude, if you didn’t get your way. you were doused in the shiniest of jewelry, your fingers covered in dainty diamond bands. and every accessory you owned, just so happened to be a variation of a soft powder pink! i mean, you absolutely loved pink! to the point where even the reusable straw that sat at the bottom of your birkin had to be pink. your volume set of lash extensions always remained filled in and perfectly curled, your filled lips always swelled from the shimmery plumping gloss that you smeared on them every fifteen minutes or so.

so, seeing a dainty little thing like you approaching the coffee table left rafe a bit taken aback, “um, excuse me,” you called out, suddenly too aware of just how high the slits of your baby pink ruffle tube dress sat. forcing a smile, you squirm just a bit at the strong gaze of the young man who sat before you, a joint sat behind his ear as he cocks his head to the side, “i, uh — can i buy some c—” you began, immediately silenced as he looks up at you through lowly hung eyes and a slightly opened mouth.

“y’even old enough to be here, kid?” rafe questions smugly, stealing a quick glance at your nipples that poked through the thing fabric of your dress, money still in-hand as he flicks his eyes back up to meet your shy gaze, “can’t talk now, huh? well, i don’t sell to little girls,” he adds, his pink lips remaining parted as he continues to silently sift through the countless wrinkled dollar bills that sat in his hold.

pursing your sticky swollen lips into a pout, you lightly stomp your miu miu kitten heel into the flooring of the patio, your doe eyes silently pleading with your godbrother who stood leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes knowingly, “yo, country club she’s a’ight — only a line though — s’my godsister,” your godbrother barry tuts at the young man, motioning towards you with a nod.

now still, you watch as the blue eyed man quickly flits a glance between you and barry, a chuckle of disbelief leaving his mouth as he tongues the inside of his cheek, before straightening his posture, “shit — yeah man, let me cut one up for her,” he smiles, carelessly leaving the stack of wilted bills to his side as barry motions for you to take a seat.

“eek! thank you barry, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you shriek excitedly, rushing to swing your arms around your unamused godbrother’s neck as he stiffly pats your back with pursed lips.

“yeah, yeah — one line, don’t get used to this shit either, a’ight?” barry pulls away, pointing a scolding finger at you.

feverishly nodding, you sink your top teeth into your bottom lip, all peppy and anxious as you politely take a seat beside rafe, “this is my first time,” you breathe out with a coy laugh as rafe nods wordlessly, carefully pouring a small pile of coke on the glass table.

carefully slicing into the white mound with his credit card, rafe glances over at you, “yeah? m’surprised barry even allowed you to come here, pretty girls like you shouldn’t be around this, hm?” he questions, sliding his tongue over his lips and he meticulously cuts the coke into three tight lines.

“i just — i wanted to try it, just one time—” you began.

“in your pretty mouth or up your nose?” rafe sighs, leaving you wide eyed and dumbfounded. you were entirely new to this kind of thing — you were always taught that drugs were icky.

parting your lips, you shrug, your glassy eyes darting all around for your godbrother who was nowhere to be found. nervously flipping your hair over your shoulder, you watch as rafe snorts a line clean off of the glass surface, rolling his shoulders back as he swipes his nostril clean of any residue.

“i don’t kn—”

bringing a strong hand to clamp around the back of your neck, rafe smiles, his pupils blown to hell as he carefully looks you over — he could ruin you so easily, but he wouldn’t … not yet, at least.

“open your mouth, kid,” he speaks sternly, stringy strands of fringe covering his eyes as you nod obediently, parting your swollen lips, “atta girl, now this s’gonna be the first and last time y’do this shit, so enjoy it, yeah?” he decides, bringing his hand to lightly grin your chin as two fingers on his free hand gather some of the coke that rested on the table.

forcing your eyes shut, you whimper as rafe’s thick fingers slide underneath your top lip, gently smearing the powder across your gums, “gross,” you whine, your small hand latching on to rafe’s wrist as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, his eyes carefully watching the way your pupils slowly expand.

privy to the way your eyes glaze over, rafe nudges your jaw with a rough knuckle, “gotta keep those pretty eyes open, kid — s’alot the first time but y’can take it,” he tuts, earning a slow nod from you as he makes the bold decision cup a hand under your chin, lightly squeezing your cheeks and ever so gently kneading into the soft skin with his fingers, “better not catch y’doin this shit after today, either — y’got that?” he questions, his bright blue eyes narrowed as you lick over your suddenly dry lips.

“i won’t!” you squeak.

“good, because now y—”

“country club, y’better back the fuck up off my godsister, before i knock y’rich boy ass out,” barry warns, causing rafe to flinch slightly as you gaze up at barry with wet eyes, your heart racing in your chest, “c’mon babydoll, m’takin you home,” barry whistles, your eyes quickly darting to rafe with parted swollen lips as you sent him an apologetic pout.

jumping to stand on your mule-clad feet, you take a steadying breath before sending a perky wave towards rafe, “bye!” you chirp, spinning to follow barry, your dress blowing up to give rafe the quickest peek at the hot pink thong that clung to your plump ass.

rafe was going to get himself killed messing around with you, but fuck, it would be so worth it.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #babydoll!reader #dealer!rafe

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vivwritesfics · 1 day

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Okay so smut

What about reader over hears other drivers talking shit about their bf (max, pato or liam)

Basically saying that he can't have any good games caue they have shared a wall between them and the driver and was saying how the driver can't please their lady

Now revenge

Letdriver know about ia and be fucked in a semi public space where they can really hear it

Hopefully anything makes sens elol

Love you

Yeah lol I picked none of those drivers lmaoooooo

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v

"The man has no moves," she heard Lando say to Oscar. It wasn't a conversation she was meant to be there for. But now she was desperate to know who they were talking about.

Oscar let out a laugh. "So, you heard him, but you never heard her?"

"No, Carlos could never make her cum, I swear," he replied.

Oh. Now, that was just bullshit.

Giggling behind her hand, she took off to find her boyfriend. Now, heres the thing you have to know about Carlos Sainz. He doesn't take this shit lightly.

So when she told him, he knew he had to do something about it.

Carlos made sure the door was open just a bit. And then he had his hands up her skirt, pulling her underwear down over her ass. "Can't make you cum, huh?" He growled as he pressed his lips to hers.

A whimper left her lips as he squeezed at her flesh. But then he ran his fingers through her folds. A cry left her lips as he breached her hole, pushed his finger inside of her.

Carlos knew exactly how to make her see stars. He ground his palm against her clit as she began moving herself against her fingers.

Her first orgasm came from his fingers. He heard Lando and Oscar fall quiet when they heard it.

But Carlos wasn't done.

He freed himself from his jeans and pulled her onto his cock. The cry that left her lips once he was fully sheathed inside of her. But it wasn't long before Carlos had her bouncing on his cock, lips against her neck.

A string of cries left her lips. The boys in the other room were fully silent now, not making a peep. Good, listen, Carlos thought.

She came around him pretty quickly, clenching around him. Her cries and moans were so goddamn loud, Carlos couldn't stop but grin as he spilled inside of her.

Nobody made any such comment again.

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader smut #cs55 imagine #cs55 #cs55 x reader #f1 #formula one #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine

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astralnymphh · 1 day

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jus needa grab ellies hips from behind and sway em while music plays in the background… until you sway em a little too much and she gives you that look. she’s all mushy internally but acts like a stone wall on the outside. turning around to softly sway her towards the sofa and lay her down. EEEEP she’d totally get that loser grin out too. eating her out and she’s all squirmy n’ flustered <3 neeeeeeda handle her cause she deserves some loving !!!

18+ ─⋆˙꩜ ur so real for this anon. said loser grin crooking her pretty peach lips as she observes you, leading your mouth over various leas of fabrics and flesh. all on one synonymous path to the heart of her thighs; collarbone, sternum, belly button, the borderline of her waistband. with each muddled smack of your kiss, she would squirm, and rouse in volume. so, when the area most craved, most anticipated for, is met with your hungriest kiss - she moans, "uhhnn, shit," and lets a curse slip, chin nearly touching her neck as her head had perked to follow you, visually. that's when the grin n' all her cute dimples and wrinkles recede, when realization sinks in. ellie could tell your intent earlier, but she was too caught up in the swaying and the smooching to actually prepare her mind. lime-eyed fluster shines in the sockets staring at you - pursed brows and mushy, heart-shaped pupils - as you undo her bottoms, backs of your knuckles crossing the textured length of her thighs as you ease the waistband down. a giggle forms in your chest when her legs quickly retreat from the pantholes you've just glid from her ankles, ellie clearly being too enkindled and flustered to guess where you want - no, need her legs to go. "hey, hey- where ya' going els'?" your voice crawls to her, and you collect her ankles in your softened fists, bringing her to you. her tone is cracked, careful, infected with a tiny laugh. "sorry," such a silly girl, apologizing when your face is gratuitous between her thighs, "i-i didn't know where you wanted me to— aahh.."

ellie is the worst at taming herself when she gets licked: will press so dearly on your head as your tongue swipes or takes her clit into the warmth of your mouth, you aren't a stranger to her raspy curses, whines and jerky movements. for sure. sometimes that loser beam will return with her rushed and breathy chants of, "yes.. yes, yes yes.." pussy lips throbbing and pushing for more of your delirious tongue. could you also imagine her, softly curing her bitten n' tugged lips with another, "fuck, fuck it, m'sorry," right before her fingers hook the lowest point of your head and shove you into her little, desperate grinds, breathlessly begging. "i wanna come, wanna come, fuckin' lick me faster - fuck!" eyes twisting cross-eyed as she finally climaxes. all. over.

on a side note - ELLIE HIP LOVING NATION! [2nd picture from ellievaleriaa via pinterest : P] [lmk if a big text version is needed]

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i2sunric · 17 hours

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MON AMOUR (p.sh)

pairing: husband!sunghoon x reader (f)

summary: after a tiring day spent following your twin children and doing the chores, what could be better than letting your husband take care of you?

warnings: fluff & smut. unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), they have a daughter and a son, creampie, p in v, dirty talk, meandom!hoon, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, making out, kissing, cuddling. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

wc: 3.1k

published: 20th May 2024

taglist: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted @jwnghyuns @seunghancore @bangtancultsposts (one shot) @slut4hee @love13tter @deobitifull @xiaoderrrr @cha0thicpisces @minjaexvz @crimnalseung @skylaly @ensaz008

a/n: based on this ask from anon. hope you don’t mind i changed it a little bit <3 i just love imagining how enha would call their kids (like, in heeseung’s fic, jia 😭😭)

“I want the pink toothbrush!” Your daughter shouted with her high pitched voice, pointing at the toothbrush of the respective colour.

“Alright.” You smiled and handed it to her, “Here you go, Haneul.”

“And you?” You looked at Haneul’s twin brother, smiling ever so sweetly “I want green.” Yohan answered, his chubby finger pointing at the toothbrush.

You removed it from the wrapping and handed it to him “Now, brush your teeth, I want them all clean, alright?”

Both of them nodded and you started filling in the laundry, programming it to function for that night. Spring coming with its perfect weather for the twins to play outside, it also meant your laundry had to work overtime with the amount of mud they get on their clothes.

Turning around, you noticed them arguing over the toothpaste. You shook your head and took it out of Haneul’s hand before she could make a mess and put a little bit on it on both of their toothbrushes.

Patrolling so that they wouldn’t argue over something silly again, you helped them in their pyjamas and tugged their covers.

With one kiss on each of their foreheads, you whispered “Good night.” And exited their room, hoping none of them woke up for the whole night.

You rested your back against the door, rubbing your temples with a soft sigh. You loved the twins, you had never wished for something as wonderful as them— But it was draining to follow them the whole day and also do all the chores.

You tried your best not to let it show, Sunghoon surely had it worse, waking up at dawn and coming back later than sunset. It must be so exhausting you didn’t have the heart to complain about your own tiredness.

You walked to the bedroom, opening the door just to widen your eyes when you saw Sunghoon’s figure, removing his blazer meaning he had just come home.

You smiled “Hey.” You said, closing the door behind your back.

He raises his eyebrows at the sight of you. “Hey pretty,” Sunghoon murmured, his eyes trailing along the length of your body.

He threw his jacket on the edge of the chair sitting over by his desk, his eyes not leaving you for a moment.

“You’re back.” You stated, fighting the urge not to add a ‘finally’ and walked towards him, taking the jacket to fold it better.

He watched as your fingers nimbly folded the jacket, a soft smile appearing on his tired face.

Sunghoon felt the stress of the day slowly disappear from him when he looked at you. He reached out and took the jacket from your hand, setting it down before pulling you close to him.

“I couldn't stay away from you three any longer.” He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss upon your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head “They kept asking about you.”

A small laugh escaped his lips and he tightened his arms around your waist in return, “Did they really?” It was rhetorical since he already knew the answer.

He hadn’t been home early enough to see them for days due to his work and he couldn’t help but feel guilty at the fact. Sunghoon knew that he needed to spend more time at home, with you and his little daughter and son.

You hummed, resting your head on his chest with a small sigh. You had missed the way your bodies mended together, just so perfect for each other.

His warm embrace always made your day better, no batter what hardship you had encountered— He just knew what made you happy.

Noticing that you weren’t saying much as usual, where you would tell him all the things that happened through the day, Sunghoon gently cupped the back of your head, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“You ok, love?” He asked softly, tilting your head up so he could look at you, his eyes scanning your face to search for any sign of discomfort.

“I’m sorry,” You shook your head “I’m just tired.” You gave him a small smile, not wanting to worry him much.

He nodded, understanding that you were going through a lot as well, “Don’t apologise,” Sunghoon mumbled, before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I think we could both benefit from being in bed right now,” He teased lightly, a smirk appearing on his lips “You worked so hard, even ironed all my blazers.”

“Yeah but you take a shower first.” You pointed a threatening finger in his chest “I just changed the sheets.”

Sunghoon chuckled lowly, “Then come join me,” He winked, gently squeezing your hip as he stepped back towards the bathroom, not letting you take a moment to respond that he was dragging you with him.

“Hoon…” You murmured, looking back anxiously, despite the bathroom being private, they still might hear you “We need to be quiet.”

Sunghoon looked over at you with a cocky smile, unbuttoning his shirt slowly “You know I’ll try my hardest.”

You narrowed your eyes “You never do.”

He smirked back at you as he dropped his shirt to the floor, “You love it though,” He quipped teasingly, watching you as you stood there, watching him unabashedly.

You crossed your arms “The twins might hear us, I’m not sure they’re asleep yet.”

“I’m sure they are.” He commented, stepping closer to you and pulling you flush to him once again.

“Besides, it’s you who needs to keep quiet, baby.” He mumbled softly as he leaned down to press a trail of kisses along the side of your neck.

You let out a contented sigh, tilting your head back to give him more access.

His hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, his fingers gliding over the bare skin of your stomach.

Sunghoon pushed you against the counter, his teeth nibbling your collarbone, leaving small, red marks.

His hands squeezing your hips gently to keep you in place.

He was desperate to have you close again after being so busy for days and his body was missing you.

You let your hands wander all over his bare chest, feeling his shaped muscles. The feeling of your hands all over him made him eager and desperate to touch you as well.

He quickly grabbed the hem of your shirt, bringing it over your head before tossing it to the side.

Sunghoon let out a small groan when he noticed you weren’t wearing any bra. His hands found your breasts right away, groping them.

You attached your lips to him and as the kiss deepened, his hands started trailing down to your hips once again, his fingers digging into the flesh.

Sunghoon pulled you even closer, moaning lowly into the kiss as he grinded against you, his desire for friction evident against your body.

You let out a shaky breath and trailed your hand down to palm his clothed bulge.

His breath hitched and his forehead rested against yours, looking into your eyes as you palmed him.

His lust-filled gaze locked with your own and his hand moved to grab yours, gently pulling it away.

Sunghoon had a smirk on his lips as he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. “Not yet, love.”

You looked at him puzzled “Why not?”

“I want to take my time with you tonight,” Sunghoon spoke gently, his eyes burning into yours.

One of his hands lifted to move strands of your hair and place it behind your ear. “Just because I haven't been home much doesn’t mean I’ve lost any of my skills. Just relax.” He reassured you, wiggling his thick brows.

“Yeah?” You chuckled “How about you show me?”

Sunghoon’s lips stretched up into a mischievous smirk, pulling the elastic from your hair and letting your hair fall down your shoulders.

He pushed his knee up between your legs, his smirk widening at the small gasp he managed to pry from your lips ”That's exactly what I plan on doing,” He replied.

His knee rubbed up against your heat, applying light pressure every now and then just to tease you. He could feel how hot and desperate you were becoming.

When you felt something sharp on your shoulder, you gasped “Sunghoon… No marks.”

He grinned against your skin, “But you love it when I mark you,” He purred into your ear.

You lightly hit his shoulder “Still, it’s difficult to hide them.”

Sunghoonleaned closer so his lips hovered over yours, the two of you sharing the same breath and exhales.

”I don't want you to hide them, love,” His eyes burning with desire as he looked down at your body. “I want you to wear my marks with pride.”

You nagged “How will I explain to the twins where these marks come from?”

A low chuckle left his lips as he let his head drop down to your shoulder, his nose rubbing against your skin.

“They’re too young to know,” He mumbled against your neck, “And these are for my eyes only anyways.”

You rolled your eyes at his shameless he was “You’re incredible.”

Sunghoon’s other hand moved to hold your chin gently so you’d look at him, his dark eyes boring into yours.

His leg moved up again, pressing harder and rubbing up against the sensitive spot he knew you’d moan at.

“Hoon…” You murmured, unable to grind your hips on his thigh with the way he was holding you.

“Do you know how much I missed this?” He breathed out, his fingers gently caressing your cheek before pulling your face closer to his, his mouth hovering just over yours.

“As much as I did.” You replied and made your lips crash back together, your tongues dancing the ballad of love.

“Please..” You pleaded, feeling your body burn in desire “Sunghoon, please.”

“Please what, pretty?” Sunghoon asked mockingly, knowing exactly what it was that you wanted, but not giving it to you just yet.

“Stop teasing.” You said desperately “Stop teasing you say?” He grinned, “And just give you what you want?” He murmured before pressing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear.

“Not tonight, baby. Tonight I want you to take what you’re given and you’ll be grateful for everything I do to you.”

Your body shuddered at his words, just the thought of finally being able to be his all over again made slick pool your panties. You nodded obediently, his husky tone just fuelling your desire.

“Good girl,” Sunghoon mumbled softly, his hand reaching out to gently pull you forward.

“C'mon, you deserve to unwind after dealing with our babies all by yourself,” He reassured with a warm smile, leading you towards the bedroom.

You walked beside him and laid down on the bed, all bare except for the shorts you were still wearing. You looked up at him with utter lust, your nipples hardening at the sight of his huge bulge poking through his working pants.

Sunghoon noticed it and massaged your breasts, licking his bottom lip.

Your breath was heavy, your eyes piercing through his body and your pussy aching for his cock.

“I need you.” You whispered “Yeah? Need me that bad?” You nodded, rubbing your thighs together.

Such a sight made his cock twitch in his pants, the fabric becoming more and more tight “Can’t wait anymore, mh?” He said and reached for your pants.

“Lift your hips for me.” He said and you complied, helping him remove them.

Sunghoon held his body above you, his hands on either side of your head to prevent himself from crushing you.

His tongue quickly slipped into your mouth once again as he relished in the taste he’d missed so badly.

“I’m going to fuck you,” He kissed your lips, unzipping his pants “I’m going to fuck you so good, put another baby in you.”

He groaned at the memory of your swollen belly, carrying not one but two of his children. The idea of having a third one went straight to his cock.

“Knock me up.” You said, blissful euphoria clouding your senses.

Sunghoon pulled down his boxers and pants, his cock sprung free, angry and pulsating.

Your hand went down to pump it, wanting to provide him some kind of relief.

He let out a moan, bucking his hips to fuck your fist “Do you want me to prep you?” He asked.

“No, just fuck me.” You said, impatiently, “Make me yours.”

You didn’t need to say more, Sunghoon pulled your hand away to align himself to your entrance after slipping your panties to the side and then pushed his thick tip inside of you.

“So wet already.” You moaned out at the stretch, so sweet and painful at the same time until he pushed all of him inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix.

“You feel so good, baby,” He mumbled quietly, his body desperate for more of the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Sunghoon’s hands gripped your hips as he slowly began to roll his own against your body, setting a slow rhythm for both of you.

You rolled your eyes back, mouth agape as you felt him pull out just to push himself right back into you.

“S-shit baby.” He groaned as he picked up pace “Squeezing my cock so tight.”

You grasped his forearms, his muscles under your palms “Fuck— Yes.” You moaned, a little too loudly.

“Shh,” He shushed by crashing his lips on your, swallowing your moans “You don’t want Haneul and Yohan to hear you, do you?”

You shook your head, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

Your own hand went down to rub small circles on your clit, bringing yourself even more pleasure.

Sunghoon craved you, your body, your mind, your whole being. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed himself deeper, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed.

“My wife.” He grunted “My gorgeous wife.”

You hummed, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts “I missed you so much.” You breathed out.

Sunghoon nodded in understanding, claiming your lips once again “I missed you too, baby.”

Sunghoon squeezed your nipples, making you moan “I’ll take tomorrow off, fuck the company, just want be with my family.” He snapped, his hips moving more harshly against yours.

You didn’t have the mind to reply to his rumbling, his pace along with the feeling of him was enough to make the knot in your stomach tighten.

You clenched around him, making him curse under his breath “How come you’re still so tight?” He scoffed mockingly “Pushed out two babies and you feel tighter than before— Shit!” Sunghoon bit down his bottom lip to muffle his moans.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him more down to you “Hoon, I’m gonna cum.” You warned.

“I know, pretty,” Sunghoon panted heavily between moans, his pace even faster as he chased his own end. “Cum for me, yeah?” He mumbled, “Wanna feel you come undone for me.”

You tried to hold it back, wanting the moment and the pleasure your husband brought you to last forever— But it had been a while since you two shared an intimate moment and your body wasn’t used to it as much anymore.

With one particular deep thrust, you came with a muffled moan, your body squirming and back arched.

Watching your orgasm sent him over the edge and he came soon after, “Fuck, Fuck.” Groaning heavily as he felt your walls clenching around him.

He emptied his load inside you, coating your insides with his cum “Take my cum, angel.” Sunghoon twitched inside you “Take it all, good girl.”

As you both tried to come down from your high, he laid on top of you, not caring that he was probably crashing your body. You didn’t care as well when all you wanted was for him to stay close.

One of your hands went to brush his bangs out of his sweaty forehead and you pressed a small kiss on his thick brow.

Sunghoon chuckled, the aftercare sessions always full of giggle and unspoken affection..

“Will you seriously take tomorrow off?” You asked quietly after a while, unsure whether he was being serious or if he was just too in the moment.

He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb “I’m the CEO, I decide what I want.” He said proudly.

You smiled widely, a warm sensation spreading inside your chest “Really?”

“Really.” He promised, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip “We’ll make a big surprise to the twins and after we take them to kindergarten….” He bucked his hips, his cock still inside your warm pussy, none of you wanting to disconnect your bodies.

He leaned down to whisper inside your ear “I’m going to have you all for myself, fuck you full of my cum until you can’t no more.”

You kissed him, biting his bottom lip harshly “I’m down.” Sunghoon moaned, pulling you into another make out session, your bodies moving at a slow rhythm.

After cleaning up, you laid down side by side, his big body engulfing yours, warm arms protectively around your waist.

You missed all of it, the smell of his cologne, the warm feeling of the sheets around both your bodies, his soothing presence.

Sunghoon traced small patterns on your back “Stop drawing dicks.” You nagged, chuckling.

He smiled and pressed a featherlight kiss on your head “I’m so lucky to have you.” He took your hand in his, both your rings tingling “And I never tell you enough how grateful I am for our babies.”

You snuggled closer to his chest “I’m so lucky to have you too— I wouldn’t have made it alone.”

“I love you so much.” Sunghoon whispered, his eyes slowly closing, exhaustion overtaking him “I love you more.” You murmured back.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 1 day

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MDNI, Mentions of sex but no smut, violence.

Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who’s scow immediately returned to his face as soon as you and your daughter were out of sight. Wasting no time to march to the elevator and hit the button to your floor.

Baby daddy!Miguel who couldn’t help but let out a scoff in disgust when he turned the corner of your hall and saw Henry sitting on the floor against your door. Not noticing until he was close enough that he was passed out, head lulled to the side, and an occasional snores leaving him as Miguel glared down at him.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had to resist the urge to wake him up with a swift punch in the face, and not stop until he wasn’t conscious again.

Baby daddy!Miguel that opted to instead nudged him with the side of his foot. Wanting to see what bullshit he’s spew out first.

—

What you ever say in this guy, Miguel will never understand, what you’d see in any guy that wasn’t him he’d never understand. Although to be fair, when you were with him, he probably wasn’t as pitiful looking as this.

“Not so much of a cocky ass now huh?” He couldn’t help but mumble to himself before taking the heel end of his foot and nudged the smaller male's knee. “Wake up.”

After a few more nudges, Henry woke with a loud snore, droopy eyes looking around in confusion before he finally noticed the legs in front of him. Neck cracking up slowly until he was met with the sight of Miguel’s body hulking over him. The overhead lights casting a shadow over his face so he couldn’t read his expression, and if Henry was just a tad bit less drunk, he’d feel the death-like glare being casted on him.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He slurred, remembering why he was outside your door in the first place.

“None of your business.” Miguel retorted, hands crossing in front of his chest. Despite his scary guard dog aura, Henry tsked in annoyance as he began to stand.

“I think knowing where my girlfriend is my business-“

“She’s not your girlfriend anymore.”

Silence filled the air as Henry was finally able to get himself up on two feet, before a scoff left his lips.

“She already told you. I’m not surprised.” Now it was Miguel’s turn to scoff.

“Of course she told me. I'm the father of her child-“

“I knew something had to still be going on with you two.” Henry’s finger jabbed into Miguel’s chest, his drunken slurring forming into a bit of a hiss. Not phasing the bored look on Miguel’s face. “I’m not fucking blind, I’ve seen the way you looked at her. You’re still in love with her.”

“Look, I’m not wanting to cause any problems,” that’s a lie, “but it’s obvious you’ve had too much to drink and are just talking nonsense. She doesn’t want to see you, alright? So how about you walk away and leave her and my daughter alone.” Miguel spoke calmly, not denying the allegations thrown his way before they both knew it was true.

Miguel’s hand found its way to Henry’s back, not-so-gently pushing him towards the elevator and away from your front door.

“I’m not stupid as you think I am, man.” Henry retorted, planting his heels into the wooden floor to stop himself, before turning around to face Miguel again. “You’re not over her, you don’t think I knew what you were doing at the barbecue when you were dancing with her? Practically fucking her in front of me.” Miguel’s jaw clenched to keep himself from acting irrationally as Henry hissed at him like a dog ready to attack. “The way you always try to one up me in front of her. I’ve seen your messages to her, the old photos, the Spanish nicknames-.”

“Alright that’s enough dude.” Miguel interrupted him. Tone returning to its harsher original one.

“I’m not surprised the minute the opportunity comes, she runs back to your ass!” Henry shoved against Miguel, causing no recoil from the larger man.

“I’m not the one who cheated on her.” Miguel snapped back.

“Yeah, but you were just waiting for the opportunity for me to fuck up. Look like some…knight in shining armor.”

“Okay, man let’s go. You’re not gonna be able to finish this fight. Go home.” That’s when he felt it, a harsh pain on the side of his face. He didn’t realize till he touched his cheekbone and hissed at the throbbing sensation that came from the area that had transpired.

Henry just punched him in the face.

“I wanted to be nice. You already put her through a lot of shit in the past few days.” He mumbled as he rubbed the stop that was sure to bruise black and blue. “But you decided to make this more difficult for yourself.”

Henry didn’t have a chance to reply before his back collided with the wall, air being knocked out from his lungs as Miguel’s hands found their way to Henry's throat.

“You wanna know what happened the night she caught your ass sleeping with another girl?” The question was rhetorical.

“…What?” Henry asked, voice meek under the weight of Miguel’s hands.

“I got her to stop crying, comforted her… got her some food… then I started fucking her till she starts to cry again.”

“You son of-“ Henry began, trying to thrash his way out from under Migue, only to have more pressure applied to his throat. He quickly stopped when he felt himself become light headed, arms that were around Miguel’s wrist drop back down to his sides, and a cough left his throat when the hands around his neck loosened slightly so he could breathe a bit more properly again.

“You’re gonna shut up and listen, and listen good.” Miguel began, his voice dropping down to just above a whisper. Allowing Henry to let out a frantic nod before continuing. “I was the one who comforted her when you fucked up and broke her heart. I was the one who was there to pick up the pieces, not you. I’m the only one who knows her better than she knows herself. I’m the father of her child, me. It was always gonna be me. You weren’t the one who changed her baby’s diapers, you weren’t the one who taught Gabi to ride a bike, you weren’t there for her like I was. You never will, because when it comes down to it, she’ll pick me over you, every. damn. time.”

Miguel didn’t know what felt better, finally getting Henry to shit his smug ass up, for being able to get all his frustrated thoughts out in words.

“She’s mine, she’s always been mine, she's always going to be mine. So don’t for another second, think that you can just walk back into her life and act like you own her. You don’t own shit, you understand?” Miguel finally ended his rant, eyes narrowed as he waited for Henry’s response. Satisfaction flowing through his veins when the smaller male looked like he had just just been face to face with the grim reaper himself.

“I-yeah, yes-I understand.” Henry finally stuttered, face paled, and eyes wide.

“Good, now I want you to walk out of this building, and walk out of her life. If I see you or hear you trying to talk to her ever again, I’m not gonna do as much talking next time.”

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Part 8<

Not proofread.

Word count:1.2k

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cherryredstars · 3 days

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I’ve never requested anything before because I don’t know all the terminology but can you do Miguel x chubby fem reader?? Like it’s.. heated.. but he’s praising her and reassuring her?? Idk if that makes sense but I would fold at the knees for it shfien I love your work whenever it comes up on my feed I stop whatever I’m doing to read it ❤️❤️

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x chubby!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive, Praise, Fluff

A/N: Aw, thank you, love!!

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It's all so warm.

Miguel's hands tighten around the plush of your thighs, gathering and massaging the thickness in his rough hands. His touch burns your skin, and he growls into your neck every time you squirm. Wet, sloppy kisses are pressed into your skin. The remains of warm saliva covering your body, garnished with the occasional indentation of teeth and purple bruises where Miguel couldn't help but suck your soft body into his mouth.

Your hands are fidgeting in your lap, trying to ignore Miguel's warm breath fanning the side of your neck. You watch the way your fingers interlock and disconnect, only to have a warm palm leave your thigh and travel up to your chin. Your face is pulled up, and you come face to face with Miguel. He gives you that signature smirk that makes you melt, and your eyes flutter shut when his face leans in close to yours.

"S'pretty baby, mi belleza" He mumbles as he pulls away, tilting your head further up to nose at your neck and laying down more kisses.

A breathy noise, long and low, escapes your lips as he sucks slowly at your skin. Miguel hums as he licks at you, leaving open-mouthed kisses and loving marks behind. You squirm more in his lap, and he groans when you skim over the aching dent in his pants. His hands travel up your thighs, skimming over the gummy skin of your stomach until the skin of your hips overflows in his palms.

"Always so soft, can't stop touching you." Miguel whispers into your jaw. "Drives me fucking crazy."

You giggle at the slightly delirious tone in his voice, smiling despite the moan building up in your throat. Miguel sighs happily at the sweet scent marking your skin, and he plants soft kisses going up your cheek until his lips brush over yours. The kiss is soft and slow, and your hands find their way into his hair. Your eyes slowly flutter shut as his tongue licks at the seams of your mouth, groaning happily when his tongue wrestles with yours.

You squeal when he effortlessly flips you onto your back, your head bouncing off the soft mattress below you. His eyes glow red and hungry as they stare down at you, the self-satisfied smirk on his face again.

"Let me show you how crazy you make me, mama."

Been a while since I used spanish nicknames.

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withwritersblock · 2 days

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Think Later

~think later by Tate McRae~

Author's Note: Requested! I love this song so mf much Summary: Jack and Luke's sister is in town to visit when she finds a different Devil's player more interesting Warnings: implied smut, a very brief mention of toxic relationships Word Count: 1,585 Nico Hischer vs. Hughes fm!reader

Jack pulled his gear from his shoulders, letting out a huff of air. The team had beaten the Bruins in a 4-2 win. Where he scored two goals. He was excited to get out of the locker room because his older sister was in town. Her flight landed an hour before the game started, she barely had to time to go to Jack’s apartment and drop her bag off.

“You guys going to Jerry’s?” Nico asked. It was bar and restaurant that the team liked to go to after they won games. Or even after horrible losses. Jack shot a look towards Luke across the room. Luke took a deep breath.

“Our sister is in town, she might want to just go home,” Jack offered. Nico perked upward, a smirk toyed to his lips.

It was safe to say, he has crushed on Y/N since the first time he met her. It was during Jack’s rookie season, she stayed with Jack for a few weeks. Jack was struggling emotionally for a lot of his rookie year, and having his older sister in town was simply enough to help him get through it.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jack pointed towards Nico. The locker room was pretty empty at this point, most of the guys had showered and left already. Luke furrowed his eyebrows harshly as he whipped his head around.

“I wasn’t-” Nico started but Luke interrupted.

“She just got out of a relationship,” Luke let out as he walked towards Nico.

“I said I wasn’t thinking about it,” Nico defended as he ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m gonna hit the showers,” Nico continued as he had a small smirk on his lips.

It took another twenty minutes before both Jack and Luke left the locker room to see their older sister Y/N waiting for them. Luke smiled widely as he quickly made his way towards her. She gladly opened her arms for her youngest brother.

She was technically the oldest. She was older than Quinn by twelve minutes. A fact she constantly reminded Quinn of. She was the only Hughes kid that lacked any interest in hockey, other than her brothers playing. She was a theatre kid, which was a complete one-eighty to what her parents childhoods were like. Her brothers were always more than supported.

She felt teary-eyed as she engulfed her younger brother in a tight hug. This was the first time she saw Luke play in person in the Devils jersey. Her ex-boyfriend was a really difficult guy and wouldn’t let her travel on her own. He never wanted to spend the money to travel, so she never went to see the games. She was tightly wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.

“Good job, Lukey Boy,” she let out as she pulled away meeting his eye. He smiled softly as he blinked away his own tears in his eye. She moved away from Luke towards Jack. “What a game, J,” she mumbled as she hugged him tightly.

“Thanks, how are you feeling? Up for Jerry’s?” he said as he pulled away, his eyes slightly teary. She nodded dramatically.

“Oh god, my rich brothers buying me drinks all night? How could I say no?” she asked as she stared walking towards the parking garage, blindly hoping they’d show her where Luke’s car was.

They stepped into Jerry’s to see the entire bar was the team and their partners. The three of them walked towards the bar. Nico was sitting alone, nursing a beer as he kept his gaze on the TV screen replaying their game. It was in the middle of the first period. Jack patted on his shoulder, pulling his attention towards him.

“Nico, you remember our sister, Y/N!” he let out loudly, over the noise of the bar. Nico met Jack’s eye for a second before he turned his gaze towards Y/N. Her eyes widened slightly as she met his gaze. The smirk on her lips quickly went away as fast as it appeared. Jack gave him a visual warning, a small head shake. “I’m gonna get us drinks, Lukey what do you want?” Jack shifted his attention towards Luke.

“Nico, it’s nice to meet you again,” she offered as she stood beside him, close enough their arms could touch at any moment. He turned his gaze towards her, his heart beating hard against his chest.

“You too, Y/N,” he licked his lip as he shifted his gaze towards Jack and Luke behind her.

“What do you want?” Jack asked smacking his hand against her back. She jolted suddenly, looking towards the bartender.

“Tequila soda extra lime, please,” she expressed. The bartender nodded as he began to work.

“Are you sure? Tequila may not-”

“Jack,” she scolded. He nodded reluctantly as he leaned against the bartop. Over his entire life, he knew to never argue with his older sister. She was feisty and could easily ruin him. She turned her gaze back towards Nico.

He never once looked away from her features. He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t breath as she was so stunning. She knew it too. The second she met Nico’s gaze, she pursed her lips forward. She tried to not smile.

“Bold choice,” Nico muttered as he lowered his gaze towards her lips. They were glossed with a red color. She shrugged slightly.

“Boring choice,” she pointed towards the beer in his hand. Nico dropped his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Trying to act all tough in front of your teammates?”

“I don’t need to try, I am,” he never wavered eye contact as he brought his beer towards his lips. He took a small sip.

The bartender slid the tequila soda towards her. She smiled politely towards the bartender as she brought the glass towards her lips. Taking a sip, it tasted perfect.

“At least my drink has flavor,” she mumbled as she took another sip. Jack and Luke got their beers and were long gone, didn’t want to stay to witness Nico hit on their sister. Or even worse, their sister play along.

“It has flavor,” he defended, taking a sip of the beer. Cringing at the taste, her eyes widened as she chuckled. He smiled, “Didn’t say good flavor,”

She leaned towards him, sliding her glass over, “Go ahead, try it,” she expressed. He clenched his jaw as he reluctantly placed his beer down. He hesitantly took a hold of the short glass. “Come on it’s so good,” she offered as she delicately rested her hand onto his forearm. He smirked towards her as he took a small sip. He quickly pulled his face away, his face scrunch together.

“Oh that’s awful,” he barely got out.

“Oh come on!” she groaned out as she pulled the glass towards her, “You’re joking,” she let out. He shook his head, quickly pulling beer towards his lips.

“No, that was horrible,”

It had been an hour since she showed up to the bar, and it was pretty obvious that her and Nico were into one another. Jack would show up between them every so often, trying to shut down whatever was happening but it wasn’t working.

“You know, I’m not supposed to be talking to you,” Nico let out as he tilted his head to the side. He scraped at the label of his beer bottle. She squinted her eyes slightly.

“Why’s that?” she pulled her lip gloss from her front pocket and slowly started applying it to her lips.

“Jack doesn’t want me involved with you,” he let out. She rolled her eyes dramatically.

“He can’t control who I talk to, or who I get involved with,” she explained confidently. She shoved her lip gloss back into her pocket as she hopped off the stool. She seductively ran her hand across his arm, slowly gripping his bicep.

“I live across the street,” he mumbled as he lowered his gaze towards her lips. She nodded as she slowly ran her hand down his arm again, interlocking her fingers with his.

“I just got out of a bad relationship,” she explained, meeting his gaze, “Bad in more ways than one,” she let out. Hoping he caught on. He nodded as he cleared his throat.

“Come on,” he mumbled as he stood up from his stool, guiding her towards the bar exit. Y/N’s met Luke’s gaze from across the bar.

He tried to hold in his laughter as he watched Nico drag Y/N out of the bar. Luke smacked his hand against Jack’s arm. Jack and Dawson both shifted their gaze towards Luke. “Caps hooking up with our sister,” he let out, subtly pointing towards Y/N stepping out of the bar. He started laughing. Dawson tried to keep his laughter inside as he saw Jack’s angry expression.

“That motherfuc-”

Nico continued guiding Y/N across the street towards his apartment complex. They stepped into the lobby, he nodded towards the receptionist as he walked towards the elevator. He pressed the up button multiple times.

“Think once is enough,” she whispered. He rolled his eyes playfully as the doors opened. He took a hold of her waist, pulling her inside.

“Once is never enough,” he muttered as he pressed the button to his floor. He quickly guided her towards the back of the elevator, devouring her lips in the process.

“Oh my god,” she mumbled against his lips as she ran her fingers through the ends of his hair.

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storiesoflilies · 1 day

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18+ // explicit smut // MDNI

gladiator!toji fought with all the wrath of the gods in the arena to ensure his victory, because victory meant he would live for the night and return to his home, his heart.

“shh, my love,” toji groaned lowly, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, his veined forearm across her breasts. “the others will hear us.”

she gasped loudly, and he shoved two of his fingers into her mouth to silence her moans. toji bent his legs, bucking his muscled thighs to drive his cock deeper into her plush wetness, eliciting sweet, muffled whines from her. she arched her back into his broad chest, reaching a hand behind to grasp his midnight locks between her fingers, the strands still caked with the blood of his enemies.

her slick trickled down his heavy balls as they slapped against her, as she lay atop his body – a body that was art, a tanned marble statue crafted by the gods themselves. he fondled her nipple, teasing with featherlight pinches around the hardened bud, and she drooled against his fingers.

“i kill for you,” toji huffed into the curve of her ear, gripping and squeezing her breast. “everyday i kill for you, for this. so i can come back to this tight, sweet pussy of yours every night.”

in these moments, they were fueled only by fire and lust, driven to chase their pleasure from each other. she whined again, sloppily sucking on his fingers, and toji growled, pounding into her with renewed vigor. he reached down to rub quick circles on her clit, feeling her clench and pulse around his thick cock.

toji moaned, his breaths hot and heavy against her neck. “let go for me. give me what i fought for, my prize.”

and let go she did, her head tipped back in pure white ecstasy as her legs and pussy shook from the sheer force of her orgasm. her juices squirted and splashed messily against his calves and dirtied mattress, and she couldn’t help the moans escaping her lips. toji continued to thrust into her, both his calloused hands on her hips as his balls tightened.

“cum, my gladiator,” she purred, pussy squelching lewdly as she licked his strong jawline.

toji groaned again, his hips stuttering as he shoved himself as far into her as he could go, thick, hot ropes of his cum filling her up. he’d plant a piece of himself deep inside her, where he could stay for a while in the sanctuary that was her body and soul.

until the next night came.

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itsmealaiah · 1 day

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"wedding gift"

TW: multiple rounds of sex, multiple orgasms, profanity, p in v sex, unprotected sex, teasing, use of thongs/lingerie, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, explicit content, nsfw below!

Request: hii! Can you do a fic where tom and reader just got married and like the wedding night the reader wears lingerie? Like see through bra and thong with a see through nightgown?? and she teases him and shi?? when they fuck its like slow and gentle, but then tom just goes rough on her? He spanks her, pulls her hair. and they go in all sorts of positions. sorry if this is weird😭😭

Rating: explicit, nsfw content below the cut!

WC: 1.1k

After years of promises that you both were going to get married, you had finally tied the knot, and you couldn't be any happier.

The love of your love was now yours, and you were his, so you wanted to give him a little wedding present of your own.

It was a little risque, however. Whenever tom saw you in any provocative clothing, you would be sore for days, but you didn't honestly care.

You had handpicked the lingerie weeks ago, and you were obsessed with it. It was see-through and had some straps to it, perfect to tease tom.

You sat on the bed of your small villa, the waves crashing underneath you as the stilts of the home held it up. Your head was tilted so yo saw the ocean, the sun slowly setting down into the horizon.

Tom was drying out your bathing suits from the day of frolicking around the beach, swimming in the near see-through ocean, and eating a sea-side dinner.

He walked back into the villa, seeing you peacefully gaze out into the horizon, and settled in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he held you close. "hi my love" you giggled, turning to face him, his beard tickling you. "hi schatzi" he kissed your lips softly, smiling against them.

"you have fun today?" he asked, his hands rubbing your sides up and down. "mhm, i loved it" his hands slowly undid the robe you had on, carefully sliding it off you. He hadn't expected what was underneath, however. The lingerie you had picked was now on display, and his cheeks flushed a dark crimson at the sight.

"holy shit" he panted, feeling himself getting hard as he saw your bare nipples exposed, the revealing clothing doing nothing to keep you hidden. His eyes drifted to your pussy, and he saw nearly everything.

His eyes widened, glazing over with lust. "love, if you wanted to fuck, you should've just asked" he breathed out. You smirked, and got on top of him, pinning him down with one hand. You leaned down, your breath hot near his ear as you whispered "well, that wouldn't be much fun now, would it?" and kissed right below his earlobe, marking his neck. Your hand slipped over the waistband of his boxers, your fingers dipping into the fabric, teasing tom's hard cock.

He began to moan, his hips jerking upwards as you left purple, dark marks on his skin. Your hand pumped his shaft slowly, creating a gentle pace as you kissed his lips, his mouth struggling to meet yours. "s-shit" he panted out. You rubbed his balls slowly, covering his cock in pre-cum, lubing it up for you. "mmn-mngh" he groaned out, his hands flying to the sheets. He was already going to cum, his balls heavy. "baby i-i'm cumm-cumming" he whimpered.

"too soon love, too soon" you took your hand away, stripping him of his boxers and you of your panties. He whined from the loss of stimulation, his cock throbbing with need. You held his cock to your entrance, and sat down on it, your head falling forward as you began to ride him slowly, your hands squeezing his nipples harshly as he hissed.

Your ass slid easily up and down on him, your walls gripping him tightly, making it very easy for him to cum again. You went faster, increasing your pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he struggled to keep up, moans pouring out of his throat as he begged to cum, his balls getting heavy once again, ready to shoot his load into you.

His tip hit your g-spot perfectly, running over it each time you bounced on him. You threw your head back in pleasure, feeling your high creep up on you. His face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his eyes shut as he released inside you without warning, thrusting up into you meekly. You tortured his cock just a bit more, and came, cum spilling out of you slowly, tom watching as it did, mesmerized.

"my turn" he flipped you both over, and drilled his cock into you, not caring if it hurt. His tip abused your gummy spot as you screamed in pleasure, your legs wrapping around his waist as he fucked you hard and rough, ruining the sheets. "shit!" you moaned out loudly, his dick burying itself deeper, now hitting your cervix as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"oh-oh my god" you panted, tom's head lying in the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses as he thrust relentlessly into you, his pace rougher than your own. "such a slut, look at yourself, dressing up so naughtily, getting me worked up" he laughed harshly, enjoying how dumb he made you. "whose slut are you?" he demanded, stilling inside you. "i'm you-your slut!" you yelled as he smiled. "good, good" he resumed his pace, ruining you with his thrusts.

He fucked you so hard and good, a partial reason why you wanted to marry him so badly, so you could have this all to yourself. He grinned wickedly, turning your brain into mush as he held your hands above your head, making sure you couldn't touch him. You couldn't even think, he fucked you so dumb, even just after one go.

"fuckmefuckmefuckme" you chanted, his cock hitting you so hard you felt like you couldn't even take it anymore. "i am love, i am" he said calmly, groaning as your walls gripped him, making him never want to leave your pussy. He had to admit, he was pretty pussy-whipped.

He pulled out harshly, leaving you confused, until he got you on your knees, and slid back in, gripping your hair, pulling your head back. "tom!" you squealed, feeling somewhat overstimulated by his actions. He thrust harder, pistoning into you as your head fell onto the plush of the pillow, your back arched in pure pleasure. Your legs began to shake, his hand smacking your ass. "come for me slut, come on" he slapped you harsher, and you moaned into the pillows loudly, releasing on his cock.

He finished soon after, but he didn't pull out, keeping his pace, now fully overstimulating you.

A few rounds later, and he was still merciless, fucking you harshly as you took it all, he didn't care if you were too tired, you were going to take it no matter what. His cock squirted his cum into you one last time, panting as he fell on top of you, pulling out. Cum oozed out of your abused pussy, and your whole body was sore. "shit baby, did i go too hard?" his eyes became worried for you, and he checked over your body, trying to see if you were bleeding.

"i'm okay love, it was really really good" you kissed his lips softly. "well im glad to hear that" he chuckled.

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flor4de4amor · 2 days

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thinking about how when aviator!abby gets home from base she asks you to unbraid her hair and play with it

Aviator!abby brainrot

so i got a bit ahead of myself writing for this... n changed the prompt a little to washing avi!abby's hair cause i love her + my love language is acts of service.

just a reminder for everyone reading, these aviator!abby writings are the last of the au as i'm clearing out drafts plz enjoy!

click for palestine | boycott tlou | read b4 engaging w me

warnings: casual nudity, abby's an annoying freak - per the usual.

abby’s hair is a tousled mess. she most likely undid her braid in the privacy of your shared garage, once parked after her long work day. her face is tense and you can see her body is rigid. it’s been a long day for her. she’s pressing your face with wet kisses, slaughtering your face with appreciation in the front doorway. “hi baby,” you mumble into her neck.

“hello,” she whispers back to you. exhaustion is evident in her voice. you know exactly what she needs.

running your fingers through her messy hair she groans, “want me to wash your hair up?” you offer while twirling your fingers around her soft wavy ends, a result of her tight braid.

“mm,” she groans back appreciatively, which you take for a yes.

“you’re lucky i speak your secret little language of grunts,” you tell her softly. she pinches your backside in retaliation. you groan and laugh all at once. “be nice to me or else i’m not gonna run your bath,” you threaten without meaning.

“sorry,” she mutters into your neck. her weight is heavy on top of your body as she clings to your flesh. her hands come underneath your sleep shirt, running up and down your spine. her way of apologizing silently. you separate, and abby sprawls out on the couch while you run the bath for her.

she sneaks up on you silently. while you’re bent over, vunerably, sticking your index finger in the running water, checking how hot it is. she snaps her hips into yours while your knees are dug into the bathroom tile. she pretends to fuck you mercilessly, and soft giggles escape her mouth.

you gasp at her actions, “abigail!” you laugh. “here i am rushing to take care of you, and you molest me.” you tease. your neck craning to look back at her.

her face is red with excitement and a smile prominent on her lips. she shrugs her shoulders, “couldn’t help myself, your ass is so cute,” her hand reaches down to pinch your left cheek, as your underwear peeks out from underneath your sleep shirt. you jump upright, laughing at her actions.

“you’re agitating me,” you sigh though your smile is peering through your lips. you turn around to face her, a playful glare rest on your face. all a facade, it’s near impossible to stay mad with abby.

“sorry,” she mutters again, her hands touching the back of your neck. her thumb rubbing slow circles on the base of your skull with care. you know she’s not really sorry.

“all these sorry, sorry, sorries, full of shit.” you sigh as her warm hands comfort your neck. “just take your clothes off and get in the bath babe,” you command gently.

“kinky,” she mutters with a sly smile.

“abigail,” you roll your eyes at her, taking your time to unbutton her uniform top, as she stalls. her hands reach to undo her khakis, the checkered print of her boy shorts poking through the undone zipper.

“mrs. anderson,” she replies with that stupid voice of hers. she’s down to her sports bra, which she quickly discards, and her boy shorts, which she’s more than happy to rip off. her toned body on display alongside her messy hair, you can’t help but take a minute to admire her and her confidence.

“into the bath please,” you command of her once more. she slides in, with ease.

“you’re so bossy today.” you smile and scoff. her legs soak in the water and her lean back is pressed against the cold ceramic of the tub, facing you. her blonde waves covering her shoulder blades.

“you complain too much, remember who’s gonna take care of you when you get old.” you remark, and grab the shower cup from the edge of the tub.

“can’t help myself babe,” she muses with her eyes closed in relaxation.

you fill the cup up with the running faucet water, “pass me the shampoo abby,” you tell her while sitting the cup next to you. you sit on top of a step stool, matching your squatting heigh to abby’s sitting height, which still carries a few inches over you. she opens her eyes and hands you the mint scented shampoo. you crack open the plastic container, squirt some into your hands, and place the soap unto your wife’s scalp. she sighs at the cooling sensation, but moans in satisfaction once you begin scrubbing her scalp. your nails scratching away any impurities that lay on her pretty little head, suds building on top of her blonde hair. you rinse the soap out with the plastic cup besides you, brushing her long locks when finished. “pass me the conditioner now, yeah?”

she obliges, passing the container. “thank you, love.” she turns head around, kissing you softly.

“well someone’s gotta take care of you yeah?” you smile against her lips.

“and i’m glad it’s you,” she kisses you once more.

you lather the conditioner in her long hair, sloppily braiding it so it gets out of her way. “rise off, yeah?” you urge her, knowing that she likes to shower without help.

you groan getting up from the stool, watching as she lifts the lever, turning the shower on, wincing slightly as the hot water hits her chest. you sit on the lidded toilet, observing while she scrubs herself with pine soap. she always smells like a christmas tree. she nods at you once finished, “come rinse my hair out please?” she practically begs.

“you’re just a spoiled little princess,” you smile at her freckled face and blue eyes. but you oblige, getting up anyway.

“you’ve made me this way,” abby replies and sits back down once more. you scoff and use the cup to wash the conditioner off her hair. brushing out the soft lather with your fingers delicately. once you’ve finished up, your wife steps out the shower, and you wrap a towel around her. water dripping from her hairline to her forehead. “you gonna braid my hair for work tomorrow?” abby asks, throwing in some puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, “i can’t say no when you ask like that.”

abby pumps her fist in victory, “love you so much baby.” she kisses your cheeks relentlessly.

“shut up anderson, you’re getting me all wet,” she almost cuts you off to make a dirty joke before you click your tongue at her, silencing her quickly. “go get dressed so i can pamper you some more.”

“sure thing baby.” she paddles out the bathroom and rushes into your bedroom, eager for more of your caring touch.

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fernandopiastri28 · 19 hours

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Hello! I loved your last oscar fic so maybe you could do one when oscar repays her and is focused only on her pleasure?

hands in your hair ~ oscar piastri

It’s only a few minutes of this before Oscar begins to get increasingly more irritated. A string of whines and groans leave his mouth as her nails scratch at his scalp and his hips shift against the cushioning under him, desperate for friction and pressure. “Y/N,” He mumbles into the flesh of her thighs, “I’m horny,”

Shocker. “Same,” She cranes her neck and hunching her back awkwardly so she can kiss the back of his head. His hair smells vaguely of sweat and some expensive aftershave, hints of hotel shampoo underneath. It’s distinctively Oscar, her favourite.

His fingers drive into her thighs, leaving white splodges in their wake. “Can I go down on you?”

wc: 2,437 || warnings: pure smut- oral (f), mentions of sex, hair kink??

(self indulgent- just me being obsessed with oscar's longer hair)

Her finger’s card through the soft locks of his brunette hair, relishing in just how long his hair’s gotten. It looks better than it has throughout their whole relationship, and she’s seen her fair share of his interesting haircuts. For a moment, her hands pull away and her touches stop. He wiggles around, his head lolling around in her lap. “Why’d you stop?” His voice comes out as a grumble, a slight pout to his lips.

“Sorry, Oz,” Y/N giggles, her thumbs moving to brush over his cheeks before moving back into his hair. His eyes are shut, trying to get in a last little bit of sleep before he has to get in the car for free practice 3. Oscar Piastri napping minutes before he has to be driving around a track he’s never driven before in his career- fork found in kitchen. He would sleep forever if he could, and likely would if it weren’t for Y/N, Andrea, and Lando all having to try to wake him up.

A knock sounds on the door a few minutes later, proving her point further. “Osc?” Lando’s voice travels underneath the door of Oscar’s room in the motorhome. When he doesn’t get a response, he calls out again. “Y/N, stop sucking his cock, we need to get in the cars soon” She cringes out, turning dark red that that’s what’s presumed they do whenever they’re alone.

It kinda is, but not always. “He’s sleeping, not getting head,” She retorts, enjoying her last few minutes before he gets whisked away.

“Sleeping, sex, quickies- who cares, please just wake him up,” Lando keeps knocking on the door and she frowns slightly, sad that her time with her boyfriend has to be cut short for him to race.

“Yeah, give me a sec,” She weasels her way out from under him, slipping down enough for her feet to hit the floor. “Oscar, time to wake up,” She brushes her hair off his forehead, kissing at the revealed skin. “Cmon, neither of us want you to get in trouble with Zak because you’ve just decided you don’t want to race today,”

He groans, rolling himself over to bury his face into a cushion. “Fine,” His arms click as he pushes himself up, his fireproof top having hitched itself up to show off the majority of his toned abdomen. “Only because I don’t want to end up in a Danny Ric situation,” She sucks in a deep breath at that, her mouth moving into a grimace. “Sorry, too soon,”

Oscar needs to remember that even though she’s his girlfriend, she’s a Ricciardo fan firstly, a true aussie supporting her country. “Good luck, loverboy” She pulls him in for a final kiss just as he’s working on getting his race suit zipped up, forgetting he only has one of his arms in a sleeve.

His hand squeezes at her waist, pushing it slightly into the edge of the bench they were previously perched upon, “Back here at the end of practice?” His adorable bunny teeth scrape along her bottom lip, his lips clasping around it.

“You’ve got it,” She sends him off with a swift smack to the butt, getting a howl out of him and a permanently red face of embarrassment when he sees that Lando saw the whole thing.

He’s never going to hear the end of it.

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Oscar goes crazy on the radio as free practice 3 ends, securing him a first place ‘position’ after getting second in the prior session. For a track that had been cancelled last year, causing him to miss out on racing it before today, he’s doing exceptional. He hurries back to his driver room, excited to get back to spending time with Y/N before qualifying.

“Oz!” She’s already back on the bench, having made her way out of the paddock once the session had ended to avoid crowds of interviewers. “You were so good, baby!” She reaches her arms out, wrapping her legs around his waist once he’s fully in the hug.

His head buries into the crook of her neck, his hair tickling at her nose, “Did it for you,” He murmurs, his lips aimlessly moving against the collar of her shirt, unintentionally wetting it. “Can we cuddle like before? Your hands in my hair?” The question is slightly muffled by the angle he’s at, but she gets it enough. He’s not really one to go all out with celebrating, and FP3 isn’t something huge to party about anyways.

She leans back, her head hitting against the wall and lets her legs dangle over the edge so her thighs squish up, just like how Oscar likes. He palms at them, before just dropping his head down onto them, using them as cushions. His cheeks get all smushed up, just like they do under his helmet. Without much time after that, her hands move to his hair, tugging on it ever so slightly, the floppy strands long enough to nearly cover her fingers completely as they disappear under all the brown hair there. He turns over slightly, enough to be looking up at her and have his head up closer to her face.

After eye fucking eachother for what seems like a decade, his lips press into hers. The kiss is agonisingly slow, strings of spit connecting them and teeth tugging on each other's lips. Their faces seem to merge into one the longer it lasts, each breath being inhaled in tandem. The nose of smacking lips and wet suckling fills the small room, hands going on hips and waists as desperate attempts to hold back whatever incoming lustre they’re both heading towards until they get home tonight.

They just have to wait til after quali, get back to the hotel, then they can fuck it out.

Y/N’s the one who ends up pulling away, knowing she’s not strong enough to hold back if they’re gonna continue making out. Oscar’s an exceptional kisser, and sometimes, just that is enough for her to get off on. So they go back to Oscar’s head in her lap, sitting in silence as she strokes his head.

His fingers drive into her thighs, leaving white splodges in their wake. “Can I go down on you?” That’s just about the last thing she was expecting to come out of his mouth. It’s not completely out of character for him, he’s actually pretty insistent on spending evenings after races in between her legs, whether his result was good or not. He could spend eternity there, his mind all foggy and dreamlike- like he’ll stay there forever. “I won’t make a mess- I promise, we can be quick. I just wanna make you feel good,”

It’s her favourite request, and her dress is hitched up before he can ask again. Towards the beginning of last season, she’d worn a wide variety of jeans and other long pants, until she realised just how many they found themselves desperate for a quickie before or in between races, and she’d permanently switched to flowy dresses and skirts ever since.

He arranges himself onto his front, up on his knees and hands while he keeps his chest the lowest angled part of his body. She’s laying in the same direction as him, her knees towards the ceiling and her back flush to the bench, her fingers occupied by playing with the hem of her dress so as to not cum the second she sees his desperate face in between her parted legs.

It feels like her heart is stopping as his breath gets heavier and hotter on her clothed heat, the fabric basically ruined from how wet she’s gotten. A digit glides across the soaked material, taunting her as he pushes against it. “Fuck, Oscar,” She hits her head down against the pillow under her head, not even realising when she’d gotten this needy.

“You’re dripping,” He notes, his eyes huge and glossy, all mesmerised by the sight. A finger hooks into her waistband, pulling them down tantalisingly slowly. She forces her head up, just enough to study his expression from just above her cunt. He licks his lips, his pupils somehow growing bigger. “Holy shit,” He doesn’t waste a second, his face plunging forward so get his mouth all over her.

Oscar’s talented in many things. Driving, writing hit tweets, taking digs at DRS, being mature in all circumstances, making people laugh with his dry and sarcastic humour, but above all- he’s got a talented mouth. His teeth scrape along her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her bundle of nerves. Y/N could cum just from that, it feels like floating on cloud nine. She doesn’t even understand how it could possibly get any better until his nose begins nudging her clit, his tongue pushing inside her hole.

His cock was leaky in his tight boxers, his rock hard bulge still concealed by his fireproofs handing awkwardly off his hips. As she stared down at him, she somehow got even wetter each time he paused momentarily to stare at her wrecked cunt then dove back in like a starved creature. Unclips nails dig further into her thighs, pushing them further apart so his face is fully coated in her wetness. “Oh my god Oscar,” Her voice comes out so depraved and debauched.

Only his eyes are visible as he keeps his steel hard gaze on her. A pair of usually big, puppy brown eyes, the type that ooze innocence and angelic beauty are hardened and dark with lust. Her hands slip into his hair, needing something to ground her as he takes her apart from the inside out. She genuinely can’t get over his hair. How silky it is, how good it feels to yank on, how hot he looks.

His fingers move from her thighs up to under her shirt, practised fingers trailing under the wire of her bra. He pulls the tight fabric far enough from her skin that it leaves a pale mark when it snaps back after release. It’s hell being tortured like this, but it also feels so good. His indexes and thumbs on both hands work the clasp of the bra, undoing it with not much work. It’s an improvement from a few months prior when she’d settled for doing each time as he was so clueless on how to do it smoothly.

The crazed look in his eyes speaks a million words. She might be the only one getting a proper physical sexual gratification out of this, but he’s clearly getting off on her being in near excruciating pleasure. It feels better than anything they’ve done in a while. She bites her lip, watching as a lock of hair falls onto his forehead, a perfect little curl above his furrowed eyebrows. It’s cute, it’s hot, it’s everything- all at once.

Now Y/N feels like she could cum just because of his hair, and that’s definitely a new thought.

He moans, watching his eyes soften at the noise, “That’s so good- you’re fucking amazing at this,” He’s relentless- his tongue, noise, lips, and teeth all committed to making her reach her peak. “Look at you,”

“Look at me? Look at you,” God, he’s so whipped. His index finger glides along her open hole, slipping it inside her and curling it instantaneously. A pain bubbles in her stomach- she’s going to cum. “Fuck, look at that, so perfect around my fingers, just as perfect in my mouth.” She’s leaking around his fingers, her body reacting to his ministrations and praises.

He can read her like a book, he knows that her twisted up expression can only mean one thing. “You don’t need to ask me, baby, you can come when you need to,” A sharp breath leaves her lungs and her head falls backwards, her orgasm crashing into her like a freight train.

He kisses up from her aching cunt to her the lower part of her stomach, then her abdomen. He takes his time on her exposed breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples, before marking her with a love bite in between them. “Looks good on you,“ He looks down at her from where he kneels between her legs, basically drooling at how wrecked she looks post orgasm underneath him.

Y/N struggles to prop herself up on her elbows, her core aching as she tries to sit up. She angles for a kiss, luckily met halfway by Oscar. “Your turn.. I wanna suck you off,” She pants, her hand moving to push down his race suit. He swats her hand away, laughing at her eagerness.

“Nah, that was plenty for me to get you off,” He declines, slowly getting off of her so he can clean up the mess he did make in the end, despite his promise. She opens her mouth to argue with him but she’s swiftly shut up with his mouth back on hers. “Plus, I have qualifying in… fuck, like 10 minutes,” He frowns, helping to redress her.

“Oscar?” Lando’s voice joins the conversation, once again right outside their door. “Now are you getting your dick sucked?” He taunts, like it’s a joke this time around. “Or can we head for quali together?”

He’s wrong, it was the other way around. “Nah, I’ll be out in a moment. Thanks for waiting for me,” He zips his suit up, giving Y/N a final grin.

“Oscar,” She groans. She hates leaving him hard, it feels unfair that she’s just had the best orgasm of her life and he has to go get in a car and drive around at crazy stupid speeds with an aching mass between his legs.

“Y/N,” He mocks teasingly, peppering her face in chaste kisses, “I’m okay, If I have a killer qualifying session tonight, we’ll continue this later. She gives a final comb through his hair with her fingers, enjoying every bit of it just incase he decides to cut it.

P2 sure is killer, and the sex after it is amazing. Even better when he finds out about the penalty, because angry Oscar is so hot. Her hands stay planted in his hair the whole time, and by the end of it, in their post coital comfort, he promises he won't cut it for as long as she wants.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader #mclaren racing #f1 #f1 rpf #formula1 #formula one #lando norris #mclaren #imola gp 2024 #hair kink

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wanderingsoul6261 · 3 days

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Credit to original gif creator, cinevettel

After the Sun Rises

James Beaufort x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes at the end, but no details. But 99.9% fluff

P.S I'm still sick, so work with me here.

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Sunlight let itself inside the room, the curtains of (Y/N)’s open windows billowing softly with the morning breeze. The distant noise of chirping birds filled the room.

(Y/N) shifted in her bed, an arm tightening around her waist. A hand gently moved underneath her shirt, fingers trailing softly across the expanse of her stomach, before coming to a stop. She inhaled sharply, the movement of James fingers tickling her slightly, before she settled down. She moved her own hand down, settling her hand on top of his own.

The two laid like that for several moments, James breath fanning across the back of her neck while her thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand. Neither of them wanted to get up just yet. That much was evident. Nor could they blame each other. This was one of their rare moments in which they had time for themselves. Between the planning committee and doing things for their parents, they finally had a moment of peace.

Luckily, their parents were all out on business trips, so they had no one expecting anything from them today.

(Y/N) rolled over, James hand moving to rest on her waist, before he moved it to her back. He pulled her closer, their legs becoming tangled together as he finally open his eyes and stared at her. A small twinkle appeared in his eyes and his lips moved into a smile. His hand moved back to her waist, his thumb gently rubbing across a very tiny patch of skin, his other arm coming to wrap around her back. Another attempt to pull her closer to him. Now they were almost flush, chests about a pinkie length away.

She brought a hand up to rest on his cheek, smiling when he closed his eyes and leaned into it.

Bliss.

That's what the two of them felt at that moment.

James finally opened his eyes again.

“Absolutely stunning.” He breathed out. (Y/N) felt her cheeks grow warm.

“I haven't even brushed my teeth or my hair?” She commented, a hand subconsciously coming up to comb through her sleep messed hair. His eyes watched her hand movements before looking back at her.

“Let me do it.” He said. (Y/N) paused, wondering if she heard him right, and when he continued to look expectantly at her, awaiting an answer, she knew she had heard him right.

“Are you sure?” She asked. “I can do it.”

“No. I got this. Don't worry your pretty little head over it.” He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, regretting it because now he didn't want to get out of bed. But he did, and jumped up off the bed to go retrieve her brush from the adjoining bathroom. She watched him walk away, only on a pair of boxers, his back muscles rippling with each move he made.

And that's how she ended up sitting cross legged in her bed, James sitting behind her. His fingers held her hair gently, taking the task of brushing her hair seriously. Well, for the most part. He would lean over after every few brushes and press a lingering kiss to either her shoulder or neck.

“Keep doing that and we might not get through completely brushing my hair.” James leaned over, moving her shirt ever so slightly to press another kiss to her bare shoulder. His eyes peered up at (Y/N) as she turned her head slightly and make eye contact with him out of the corner of her eye.

He pulled away, a casual smirk on his face.

“Maybe that’s the whole point, love.” She had only rolled her eyes as a smile pulled at her lips.

“After breakfast. I'm getting hungry. So hurry up pretty boy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

And now the two of them sat outside laying on a reclined lawn chair. Their breakfast plates were discarded on the small table next to them.

(Y/N) laid on him, her fingers rubbing soothing circles on his exposed chest not covered by his button up. She listened quietly to the sound of his heart beat. If she was tired, she would let it lull her sleep. It was one of her favorite things to listen to, because it was him. All him.

His arms were wrapped around her, his face pressed against the crown of her own head. James pressed a lingering kiss there, basking in the moment as he closed his eyes. And they stayed like that for a while, allowing the sun to beat down on them and keep them warm.

James was almost certain that he would fall asleep laying there.

That was until a hand started to move from his chest and went downward. He opened his eyes and looked down at (Y/N), catching her already staring, a smirk on her face. Her hand reached the waistband of his shorts, and he raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice suddenly deeper with arousal. (Y/N) didn't say anything. Only stood up, and proceeded to run back into the large manor, obviously towards her room.

James fell out of the chair, attempting to chase after her.

They weren't going to make it to her room. James was going to make sure of that.

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Tag list: @lifeonawhim @honethatty12 @ashamedtobewhitemanswhore27

#james beaufort x reader #james beaufort #maxton hall

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poeticheathen · 3 days

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GYMRAT! ONYANKOPON X BLK-FEM READER

why you so damn fine. - ☁️

summary: gymrat! and college d1 football player! ony, a melanin sculpted tease, noticed his goddess of a girlfriend eye-fucking him during their workout. ony decides to indulge in her fantasies and give her exactly what she’s been feigning for since their exams are finally over.

wc: 4.4K

warnings: gymrat! ony, college football d1 player! ony, social media/marketing major reader, college au, reader is black!, reader is petite yet with a fatty lol, reader has short locs, soft-dom ony! (22), reader is (21), tatted! & big dick! ony, ony is filthy, slight mating press, ony receive that sloppy top lol, fingering fat p*ssy hehe, reader calls ony daddy, squirting, dry-hump, a lot of touching, goofy moments, reader is submissive, heavy exhibitionism, established relationship, fluff, nsfw smut (like you have been warned type shit), they both whores ngl

"you wanna take a picture mama? it'll last longer." ony says tauntingly smirking and without looking over, feeling his girlfriend of 2 years gaze burning into the side of his profile.

you blush immediately even if you've studied his appearance time after time again, "i could, but my mama told me to admire the beautiful things in life." you could never breathe properly because of him.

ony couldn't help but blush and smile, also shaking his head at your cute boldness.

he turned away from studying for his course finals and looked over towards you while biting his lower lip, "is that right?" you nodded while smiling and giggling, as ony took in your appearance and you took in his.

both of your breaths were taken away and you knew that it’d never return as long as you both lived in each other’s air.

you were to die for, beautiful beyond imagination. his brown orbs eyes delved at the top. hooded while analyzing your small stature to memory from your shoulder length fresh retwisted locs with baby hairs slickly laid pretty, baby blue short crop top hugging your pierced small tits, following to your small itty bitty waist adorned by a taut stomach with a butterfly piercing complimenting. with his intital necklace he gifted you complimenting your neck, he makes his way down towards these small booty shorts that hid heavenly but sinful attributes. his eyes finally travel down your deep caramel legs with a few beauty marks, and pretty white toes in cute tori burch sandals matching your almond shaped nails with an initial anklet ‘o’ attached to compliment.

on the contrary, you have to thank your in-laws for creating your adonis of 6'4 frame that played a beautiful harmony in a different pitch with your 5’2 stature. his entire existence is a hand-crafted michaelangelo sculpture, and you wish you were the artist.

his beautiful rich complexion, beautiful long eyelashes, full plump lips, pearly white smile. his physique in its entirety perfectly depicted hours upon hours of gym workouts, football practice plus games, and a healthy diet. veins decorating upon his arms as if lightning scarred him beautifully to add definition eyes drifting lower to his abdominal muscles peaking through his white tee, black cargo pants, hiding his huge quads and thick thighs that save lives, and a huge dick to match. and on his feet, some classic black converse (ony a neat freak). as if he couldn't get any finer, he indeed has a few tattoos. one of his friends, eren, a tattoo artist, did his patchwork sleeve. always with you mostly on his mind, he got your initial behind his left ear, and behind his right the day you both made the relationship official.

he was the definition of big dick energy, and you we’re hopelessly in love with every part of him.

ony reaches over, takes your chin in his hand as you allow him to any and everything. he kisses you slowly, top lip meeting bottom lip kissing. ony did not give amy fucks about your glossy-lined lips as he whispered into your lips "likewise beautiful."

your arms snaked around his waist, hands contacting nothing but his muscular back as his other arm went around yours. "hmm, yea?" you mutter lowly, rubbing down his back affectionately.

ony slightly pulled back, jaw clenched as both of your eyes clouded fully of lust and love. ony could feel his dick twitch as you licked your bottom lip, and look up at him submissively, "yea." ony says, as he kisses your lips a few more times, resulting in you giggling and pushing him away but high on love.

ony releases you, but adjusts his pants, as you both suddenly receive a few hushes, "our bad." you and ony looked at each other and made goofy faces while silently laughing.

"1 more set mama." you were pratically drenched in sweat, as you pushed through the already soreness, and exhaustion. you adjusted your form as ony encouraged you meanwhile filming for your vlog and social media platforms.

as a content creator for not only fashion hauls and lifestyle, you also had a rising upcoming gaming twitch stream and gym vlogs. ony has been so supportive of your dreams, as you are of his. as a social media and marketing major, it was difficult in the beginning. barely getting views, but you kept going as ony always shared your videos, commented under your post, and even shouted you out in his lives on every occasion he gets.

he is your biggest supporter. as you are of him.

cheering him on in a customized football jersey in support of your university football team, the st. marley titans. you made sure to sport that shirt at every game, so people knew who you belong to but also to make sure these girls knew he was taken. you did not play when it comes to ony, as everyone one knew him as the star quarterback and that y’all were the it couple.

you thrusted your hips upwards, feeling the burn in your glutes and continued until your last rep "fuck me," you released breathlessly, as ony smirked.

you looked up and removed the weight, as you stared at ony shaking your head smiling knowing his mind drifted elsewhere, "oh my gosh, you so damn goofy."

ony stopped recording laughing, “i’m your goofy nigga though." he placed his phone in his gym bag as you took a sip of your water canteen staring up at him giggling, “this is true.”

in LA fitness, it was only a few stragglers this late at night. you and ony came straight here after taking a break for your exams and grabbing a bite to eat. ony kissed your forehead, "you did good mama, proud of you."

you blushed, watching his back muscles contract in his black muscle tank as he put the weights back as the gentlemen he was, “thank you baby.”

no thank you, cause this man was so caked up. it was poking from his slutty gym shorts, as you knew these women would stare if they were in here. shit i'd stare too.

you stared at his cake factory of an ass, and came up behind him and grabbed it, “what you doing out here with all this ass… double cheeked up.”

ony huffed out a loud laugh as he set the weights for the next individual as common decency, “get the fuck on bruh.”

you giggled still squeezing as if it was a stress ball, but ony grabbed both of your your small hands and started tickling you. “w-wait!” ony held you close laughing until he slapped your ass hard before letting you go, “keep playing”. you rubbed your ass as he gathered your stuff in the other and made your way to another machine.

on your way to your destination, ony was stopped by 2 of his gym bros. you loved seeing ony engaged in conversation catching up with his friends. he always kept his princess baby close. either a lower back caress or gripping your hip, to remind you that he didn’t forget about you. nor could he ever.

but also he never wanted anyone to forget you were his. but you liked claiming as well, as he indulged it.

but this time it was his turn.

the dam below was already leaking, and soon would burst. you gathered your phone, recording as ony started bringing his arms inward, manspreading sinfully, that you stared without shame.

the dam broke. thankfully, you were wearing a black gym set in sync with ony as your slick collected upon your lace underwear.

ony grunted throughout his set, smirking as he knows you love when he does this routine, freaky ass.

your mind drifted as you stood up watching him like a hawk. your eyes couldn’t help but travel down his sweaty physique, skin just glistening and becoming so radiant. suddenly, sinful thoughts rummaged your mind.

you just wanted to sink right down on it, as every ridge and his thickness hit your cervix repeatedly. your arousal traveling down his balls, as his huge hands grabbed your hips and plunged into your guts, your ass gripped harshly between both his hands. moan after moan dripped from your drooling mouth as your engorged clit grazed against his pelvis, constant sloshing echoing, “fuuuck, you so fucking wet, shitt—”

“u wanna sit on it?”

you didn’t even realize you were biting your lip and staring at ony’s covered dick. meanwhile, you semi-heard that ony had said something to you bringing your fantasy to a halt.

you shook your head out of a week ago scene, not even realizing you were clenching ony’s tank as he was breathing heavy mid-set, “w-what?”

ony smirked, repeating himself while seeing you fidget on your legs, attempting for any type of friction “come sit on it.”

your eyes widened, then unwidened as your thighs twitched and slick corrupted your underwear even further. you were clenching around absolutely nothing, wanting him to feel you up.

you became even smaller under his heated gaze knowing you were thinking of something disgustingly filthy, but you cracked a joke because he was too damn much “boy bye.”

ony chuckled as he looked around as you laughed turning around to pick up your phone.

but it was dropped back into the bag as he saw no one in sight in the corner where you were and pulled you in and turned you around in between his killer legs, “okay!”

ony hummed teasingly as he gripped your ass and palmed each cheek emitting a squeal from your sweet lips, “o-ony!”

you automatically brought your arms over his neck, hands flying towards the waves on top of his head, “what? you don’t wanna love on me?”

“did i say that?” sweat swiveled in between every crevice of his face and anatomy. he looked up at you smiling wide, winking as he licked his lips. your knees were getting weak as you rubbed the top of his head, his chest against against you.

the intense eye contact you both were holding broke as you looked around, hoping no one saw his hands fondling your plump rear as if it were dough. a loud thundering smack erupted loudly, “nah, eyes on me.”

“ow! ony, that shit hurts!”

given your petite frame, many can't believe your lower half wasn’t a bbl, but it was all natural and so fat. some of it is genetics, but ony has really helped you tremendously with workouts in and out of the gym.

sometimes ony didn’t understand his own power, but you loved every minute of him being dominant. at times, allowing you that power over him.

“ion kno’ why you looking around, when you supposed to focus on me..” you whimpered while your arms rubbed up his biceps, into his neck and behind his ear as he quickly pulled you onto the top of him immediately feeling his print pressing against you.

“i am. no baby-f-fuck”

ony leaned back, stretching his thighs out further allowing you to feel his print between your thighs into your fat pussy poking through your thin shorts, feeling wetness coating onto his shorts, “no what?”

ony hummed as his hand snakes to your neck dangling his initial necklace “no daddy..” his other hand traveled to your hips that slowly gyrated over his thin layered dick. ony pulled you close and gave you a deep kiss with his sinful lips that fought dominance with yours.

both heads turned with swiftness, as your lips connected sloppily with his, feeling his mouth open wider and tongue slip in reminding you of its sinful existence.

passionately, ony held you so close. body to body as you whimpered and he grunted due to the pleasure soaring through both of your bodies. you felt his dick throbbing up into your plump folds gushing sweet nectar he so desperately wanted a taste of, “you so fucking wet, shit”

“gimme it.. p-please” you whimpered, grinding harder as ony released a husky laugh cupping both cheeks in his hands, gazing up at your hooded eyes drunk off lust and his musky mixed cologne scent. he knew you were just feigning.

“give you what, hm?” the workout machine made a few noises that didn’t register until now but ony didn’t give a damn. his legs shivered and your hips twitched as your clit bump into his base and your folds soaked his dick with your essence bringing you immense pleasure, “you want this dick?”

before he could even get his sentence out, you nodded and tossed your head back feeling that coil wanting to break as you grind and rubbed harder, slickness becoming apparent to both of your ears, he coos “aww then say it” he slapped your rear harshly, as you stuttered out,

“i w-want it..daddy” you whimpered and sobbed so sweetly, eyes watering as ony slipped his hands into your shorts rubbing against your folds to your clit, “y-yes right there!”

his large hand rubbed in rough circles, as you twitched forward, “want you to cum on my fingers first, then daddy’ll give it to you mama.”

ony tapped your thigh, “hush, let me take this shit off.” he quickly removed your shorts down your shaky legs, met with your waxed fat pussy, engorged clit throbbing and arousal sticking towards your inner thighs.

“daddy please.” ony chuckled, watching you fidget but grabbed your waist quickly knowing you were barely hanging on, as was he. you thought he was gonna put you back onto his lap facing him, but he had other plans of you faced the other way.

you were so exposed, as his hands rubbed down your body, and up towards your thighs. your anklet was dangling as your legs hung in the air, pussy met with the cold temperature but warm and wet as a faucet, dick rubbing up against your ass, and his kisses on your ear and neck melting all thoughts away, “p-please.”

ony kissed your ear while humming, his left hand fingers met your wet pussy, and started rubbing soft circles around your clit, “mhm.. just like that.. just like that.”

“like this, hm mama?” ony grinned and sped up, folds becoming puffy as hearing your wetness drench his lap, “oh s-shit”

you nodded, moaning low in his ear as he kept rubbing your clit in between his fingers a little bit harder feeling your high building, “y-yes.. daddy yes. just like that.”

“such a pretty ass pussy.” ony decided this was the perfect time and slipped his middle and ring fingers into your tight pussy, feeling you cum upon impact, “i’m coming.. i’m coming” you sobbed drunkingly into his neck, drool sliding down his skin.

ony hummed in conjunction but didn’t stop plundering your insides, as your head rolled into his shoulder, legs shaking, as your creamy essence dripped onto his black shorts. “b-baby..s-sensitive!”

you reached to grab his hand, but ony smacked it away, "don't fucking play with me." you squealed adorably in response as you felt another orgasm building as he looked around seeing no one was in the gym anymore. time to fuck her lil ass up type shit.

slosh. slosh. slosh

ony was knuckle deep, as you whimpered with every thrust. "one more.. and ima give you this dick... one more pretty girl."

you removed your head from within in his neck, looking up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks as he already was gazed down at you, "f-fuck my pussy up, yes." ony groaned at your broken cries, taking his other hand to choke you dominantly as his fingers entered your mouth. he was in awe of your submissive nature, finding you so attractive in this state.

"suck on em, mhm" you immediately sucked on his fingers, moaning as he continued to assault your fat pussy torturously with an added finger resulting in three thick ring studded weapons. your pretty toes curled and thighs shook violently as your clit bumped into the palm of his hand, "mhmmm, daddy."

you took your hand away from behind his neck, reaching and pulling your crop shirt up to rub your pierced nipples, giving him a tempting show.

"fuck, i'm hard as shit." ony groaned lowly as his dick got harder and throbbed even more. he couldn't help but start humping against your rear, as he licked his lips seeing the drool from your mouth seep onto his hand and your nipples twirling between your wet fingers. "you such a fucking slut for me, shit." you fluttered your eyelashes up at him lovingly, sucking his fingers as if it were his huge dick. "hmm, get that shit. you look so fucking good." you smirked feeling your pussy leak even more from his praise. he knew the gym floor was wet given the slippery slope that he was currently gliding in.

"my fucking baby." thrust.

"my fucking whore." thrust.

"my fucking girl." thrust.

only ony could sound so poetic and lustful while holding so much respect for you. from always opening your passenger door, stocking your essentials every month for your period, preparing your meals every other week if you weren't cooking, swiping his card cause whatever you want he made sure you get it. he was the epitome of a boyfriend. he continously raised the bar by listening to your problems, giving you advice, correcting you where you were wrong without being offensive, but most of all, just being such a fucking green flag of a man.

as those thoughts conjure up, you stare into his eyes not receiving any air into your mouth as no sound left your lips. you could feel stars gathering behind your eyes with every squelching thrust, the dam instantly loosening again once he directed his fingers a different angle, "ohmygod.. ohmygod...ohmygod"

ony chuckled loving this view of your agaped lips emmting no sound, eyes rolled back into your skull, legs trembling, locs and baby hairs keen with sweat, fat pussy squirting clear liquid endlessly as he jack-hammered with every plunge as that was the only sound for at least seven seconds until a sob tore its way through your throat, "shitt."

ony kissed your lips sloppily as he slowed down, and removed his fingers carefully once your orgasm settled. you were still twitching, moaning into his mouth as your hands traveled to his covered dick, "i love you."

ony dick twitched feeling your touch rubbing against his base sensually, "i love you too mama. but you don't gotta-"

ony couldn't utter another word as you removed yourself from his lap on wobbly legs, gathering your shoulder length locs while grabbing his hand to hold them as you pulled down his boxers and shorts, "let me love on you.. hm?"

ony could only laughingly groan once your lips kissed under the crown of his seven inch girthy, veiny, and seeping with precum dick, “f-fuck.. okay.”

ony was always giving unapologetically and never expecting anything in return as he got off on you getting off. he was so selfless, but you knew your man deserved the entire world and more.

the gym illuminated a few lights onto both of your skins, and it was so beautiful. your doe eyes stared up at such a greek god of a man as a hiss fell out of his lips as your soft clouds took him deep into your mouth, "hmmm."

you drooled onto his balls profusely. a loud squelch coming from in between his legs as you stroked his dick with both hands, and lips touching his pelvis, ony whimpered, "fuck."

a groaning ony nodded his head while biting his lip keeping eye contact at your beyond satisfactory performance. his grip on your locs tightened and head rolling back as you slobbered once coming up for air and drooled around his head, "you taste so fucking good, baby."

ony couldn't blame nobody but himself for turning you into a throat demon. you exceeded his expectations, as he trained your throat to the point your gag reflex didn't exist. your mouth an entire pocket pussy. your lips gave just the right amount of suction and warm mouth constantly leaking wetness down his pelvis to a couple of other weapons, "this make no damn sense...you sucking that dick up mama."

you smirked, thighs pressed together, always a sucker for his praise as you worked his base faster, sloppingly gathering more suction in a steady pace, "you gon make me c-cum... baby wait."

ony gripped your hair in protest, feeling his leg shiver again and dick starting to swell as you sucked harder, eyes watching his stomach cave, "y/n.. s-stop."

ony could barely register anything, your hands traveled from his dick, pass his hips and to his shirt. you lifted it moaning at the sight of his sweaty abs. ony could only whimper as he was becoming lightheaded as his lap became so drenched of his arousal and your spit, "hm hm."

ony wanted to last so he could fuck you properly, but you changed that entire goal with a swift twirling suck to his head as ony came instantly, "f-fuuuuuck."

the grip on your hair tightened as his cum spilled into your mouth and you welcomed it all, swallowing it. his thighs shook as your other hand fondled his balls, and that's when ony had enough.

you were now picked up and placed onto your back of the bench beside the machine, legs spread like wing's of a bird as ony's breathing was still uneven, "i told you.. didn't i?"

you shrugged playfully and smirked, as he watched your pussy clench and unclench around nothing. the size kink fully put into action as he towered over you and brought one of his hands to your neck, "s'coo. you gon remember soon enough."

the giggle that left your throat got stuck as his dick slowly filled your pussy up gracefully, both you and ony groaning at the feeling, "tight ass pussy." you could never take him immediately, needing to slowly be brought to the surface.

“f-fuck yes.” ony felt your walls tightening around him, his abs contracting as he pushed forward once you gave him the go ahead. your nails digging into his shoulders and your stomach flexing in pleasure, "gimme that shit, mhm"

ony pushed all the way in, a wet plap sounding from in between your legs that shivered from the pleasure he gave. you gripped his tank as you wanted to see all of him, and who was ony to not oblidge to what his baby wanted, "hmm, you're so b-big.. fuck"

ony wasn't even moving but just letting his slut get accustom before destroying her pussy. he threw his tank over his head, watching you rub your hands down his sculpted abdomen slowly before he thrusted sensually, "shit"

your wetness, tightness, and warmth would be the death of him, and he would without a second thought thank you. ony thrusted in and out of your pussy. every ridge and groove filled you up deliciously to your cervix having you become completely silent.

your essence gushed his pelvis, traveled down between both cheeks and his balls, until you sobbed suddenly "you're fucking me so good, daddy." your eyes rolled back, as your hands gripped his waist once ony grinded harshly into your clit making your legs twitch, "ungh!"

"i'm fucking you up, huh mama?" ony groaned and smiled seeing you so drunk off his cock. he pressed into a particular spot, as he slowly sped up and pressed his forehead against yours. the necklace around his neck swinging like a pendulum, sweat drenched on his and your bodies as he takes your legs and presses them against your chest hearing you whimperingly chant, "yes, fuckmefuckmefuckme"

all you both heard was your whines, grunts, and a sloshing clap onto your rear of his deep thrusts into your overflowing ocean. you mumbled into his mouth as he slowed down having you feel every inch of his dick assault your insides, "cum in me.. fuck."

"you want me to cum in you?" you felt ony' body shiver as he was close but now even closer once you spoke words that'll make any man fold. your legs were slightly aching from the workout but you pushed through as you loved this position, lips pouty as drool seeped from your mouth once your hand left his hips and rubbed your engorged clit, you sobbed into his lips as his creamy covered dick repeatedly assaulted your wet fat pussy "yessss. i'm gonna cum...please come with me."

ony kissed your sloppy lips, wincing at his thighs burning due to his workout and slightly squatting to be face to face with you. instead, he wanted to make sure your orgasm didn't falter as he picked you up making you squeal from the different angle, "cum mama, cum with daddy."

ony never withdrew as he looked down at your fucked out face, sweat adorned onto your petite figure, as he plummeted mean strokes while standing tall. your legs tightened around his hips, toes curling, head falling backwards, as your eyes went along too. ony gripped both cheeks, moon-shaped indents piercing as you felt his cum spill into you and you squirted all over once your clit made repetitve contact with his abdomen, "fuuuuuuuuck cum in me, yes."

"y/n fuck.. fuck," ony whimpered your name continuously, pulling you closely by your rear as he didn't want to stop and kept fucking you both to overstimulation, "m-mama you got me.... shit, you got me." your body twitched with every thrust, squirting more until the pleasure started to ache, nails digging into his shoulders harshly from the overwhelming pleasure.

your voice and body trembled as you held him into you like a vice. ony barely holding himself up as that lightheadedness came back tenfold. you moaned as his his cum filled you up, and him groaning at the feel of your warmth caging him in, “s-shit…fucking good ass pussy”

you pulled your head from his chest, as ony slowly pulled out of you. a slight wince immersing from your sore throat with every inch withdrawing. ony balls felt so fucking heavy, but he held you up as your pussy met the cold air.

“hm, you good mama?” ony said huskily, as his dick started to become soft. you lifted your head as your eyes became heavy after getting once in a lifetime dick. “hmm.”

you laid your head on his chest, arms flailing around his neck as he walked over to the bench to sit down. your body was still slightly twitching while his breathing was still uneven, rubbing smooth circles on your back.

you sat in silence for about ten seconds, hearing each other’s breathing return until ony says “you think if i asked for the camera tape, some nigga would give it?”

“ony!”

he’d get it another time, he supposed.

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