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rafeandonlyrafe · 8 months

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kinktober: caught in public

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, topper gets traumatized bc of course he does, p in v sex, hot tub sex

you know you’re not actually in private, but this section of the yard is so quiet you wouldn’t even be able to tell that there’s a party going on. your head is rested against rafes should, hand absentmindedly stroking his thigh under the water, glad that he turned the temperature of the hot tub down so you could stay in longer.

“baby…” rafe says, tugging at your bikini top, not trying to loosen the string, but wanting to tease you.

“hm?” you pick your head up, looking at rafe with a soft smile on your face. you were both slightly buzzed, just having a couple of drinks before sneaking off to the hot tub to be alone.

“come sit on my lap, i miss you.” rafe says, making you laugh gently.

“how can you miss me, we've been together all night?” but you slot one leg over his lap, pressing your chests together as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“mmm, just have.” rafe says, hands rubbing up and down your back. “you smell so good.” he breathes in your hair, even as it’s tied up to avoid getting the ends wet.

you smile and turn your head to kiss at rafes neck, taking his earlobe into your mouth and giving it a little tug. rafe groans and drops his hand to your bum, feeling how little of it is covered by your swimsuit.

“there’s no one around…” rafe says, glancing behind him. “we could…” you usually would shut rafe down, you think that’s what he’s expecting, but it truly has been quiet. you can hear the crowd of the party over on the patio, but you’re around the corner of the house, and you’re not sure who even knows the hot tub is back here besides maybe topper, who is the host of the party.

“okay, but we have to be quiet.” you say, sitting back so you could look rafe in the eye, glad that the water is clear so you can look down, seeing his abs pressed together from his seated position. you bite your lip and run your hand down his torso, all the way to the band of his underwear. you rub your hand over where his cock is starting to swell, eyes flicking back up to rafes face as his jaw becomes slack, mouth dropping open but not making a sound.

“feels so good, baby.” rafe says, bringing a hand to your breast and playing with your nipple through the fabric of your swimsuit, not wanting to pull it to the side and expose you but still wanting to give you some stimulation.

“touch here.” you say, taking his hand in yours and bringing it into the warm water, right to your pussy. rafe understands what you mean by this, you don’t want to take too long or do too much foreplay since this is risky.

rafe rubs over your clit, making you let out a soft moan. when you work rafes swim shorts down his thighs to pull his cock out, you connect your lips in a kiss, hoping it will help both of you stay quiet as you begin to stroke him to full hardness.

“let me just sit on it for a second, mkay?” you tell rafe when you pull away from the kiss, knowing that without him opening you up with his fingers at first that you always need a minute. rafe nods and you tug your bikini bottoms to the side, lining yourself up with rafes cock before sinking down.

“that feels so good, baby.” rafe praises you as you sit fully down, leaning forward and resting your forehead against rafes, eyes closing as your pussy stretches to accommodate his size.

“just… one more second.” you say, placing your hands on rafes shoulders.

“it’s okay, take your time.” rafe says, but you feel ready so you begin to slowly move your hips up and down, slowly building up a rhythm.

“there you go.” rafe praises, grabbing your hips with his hands but letting you keep control. you continue to glance over rafes shoulder, checking to see if someone was coming. it makes you excited to think someone could walk up and find out what you’re doing, especially if that someone is one of the girls that used to flirt with rafe before you started to date him.

you begin to bounce faster now, smirking when rafes eyes drop to your tits as they bounce right at the top of the water. you giggle and lean forward to give him a quick peck on the lips before returning to your position, grinding your hips down against him.

“fuck, baby, this is gonna be quick if you keep that up.” rafe says, hands now starting to help you move as you begin to tire out.

“want you to cum anyways.” you tell rafe, giving him another kiss. you get lost in the way your lips slide over each others, moaning into his mouth as he begins to thrust his hips up to meet yours, bringing you down against him, causing the water to splash around you.

“you gotta cum first princess.” rafe says, rubbing one hand over your clit. you press your lips against his jaw to avoid moaning, having to drop your head onto his shoulder as he flicks over your sensitive skin.

“hey guys!” you pick your head up when you hear toppers voice, heading towards the hot tub with just his swim shorts on. you react quickly, reaching to turn the jets on, causing the water to stir instantly and bubbles to cloud the top of the water, disguising what is happening below the surface.

“hey top.” you say as he gets into the hot tub, sitting on the opposite side of you and rafe.

you widen your eyes once topper can’t see your face, still fully sat on rafes cock. you go to get off, but rafe stops you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“aren’t you supposed to be hosting this party topper?” rafe asks, thumbs rubbing over your hips.

“mmm, it’s fine. needed a break for a minute anyways.” topper says, leaning his head back against the rim of the hot tub, letting the jets massage him.

you go to pull off again, not wanting to be sitting on rafes cock with topper so close. rafe lets you pull off, but when you go to sit down next to him, he pulls you back on his lap, making you sink down on his cock again, just facing topper this time.

you lean back with your back against rafes chest, hoping topper doesn’t notice your movements too much or look under the water too closely.

“rafe…” you whisper, turning your head to skim your teeth over his jaw.

“shh.” rafe says, fingers moving back to your pussy. you grip his wrist under the water but don’t pull it away, letting him rub two fingers over your clit, moving easily over your skin in the water.

“so…” topper begins, picking his head up and looking at you, which you give him a quick smile before trying to control the emotions on your face. “were you not enjoying the party?” “oh, no.” you shake your head, trying to keep your upper body still as rafe begins to push his hips up against yours, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy by only inches. “we were having fun, just decided to get away from the noise a bit, right rafe?” “right.” rafe says, but his voice sounds strained, making topper furrow his brow and look closer.

“holy shit!” topper shouts, standing up in the hot tub, spilling water over the sides from his sudden movements. “you two are fucking right now!” “what? top! no!” you laugh it off, but rafes hands come to your hips, giving you a bounce as he’s unable to sit still any longer.

“oh my god, you’re actually disgusting.” topper climbs out of the hot tub, stomping back towards the party as you begin to move faster, rafes hips snapping up into yours.

“do not fucking get cum in the hot tub!” topper yells.

“don’t worry, i always cum inside!” rafe yells back with a laugh, making you clench your pussy tightly around him in disapproval, halting movement for only a minute before his fingers rub faster against your clit, making you too desperate to stop as you start to bounce again.

“rafe!” you shout out, arching your back as you move faster. “i’m close!” “close?” rafe asks with a dark chuckle. “did getting caught turn you on that much?” “fuck, fuck, just go harder.” you beg, and rafe quickly moves, switching positions so you’re kneeling on the seat of the hot tub while he stands in the center, thrusting his hips into you, not caring who sees at this point.

“god, yes!” you shout, holding your hand over rafes that rubs your clit, keeping it in place.

“fuck, baby, i’m cumming!” rafe warns, water splashing out of the hot tub as he thrusts into you as fast as he can possibly go, moaning and bending over your body as he cums, pushing it all deep inside you. upon feeling his release, your orgasm also rolls through your body. rafe keeps moving gently as you come down from your high, sinking back into the water as he pulls out, covering your pussy up with your swimsuit and tucking himself back into his shorts.

“come here.” rafe says, opening his arms, which you quickly accept and sit on his lap, resting your head against his bicep as you curl up into him.

“i think we scarred topper for life.” you giggle, thinking about the look on his face when he realized what was happening.

“tops a big boy, he’ll get over it.”

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yanderenightmare · 5 months

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TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, size-difference, captive darling, punishment, deepthroating, bondage

fem reader

You beg your big bulky kidnapper not to take your virginity because you’re waiting to give it to someone you love, and he just smiles at you crookedly – stroking your teary cheek as he rests the hefty weight of his big fat veiny manhood on your belly, leaking hot pre while cooing at you with deceptively kind eyes, saying that he thinks that’s a lovely idea.

Flipping you over, he starts prepping your virgin ass instead – spit and four fat fingers stretching it out while you sob and wring your wrists in your fluffy cuffs – all pointlessly as the pink hole starts to give, becoming soft and squishy, swallowing his digits up in wet velvety squelches.

And filling the taut hole up with his massive cock, he rubs your clit and whispers darkly that he’ll save your pretty cunt for when you fall in love with him.

He’s overjoyed to see you’ve already fallen in love with him after only one round of pounding your poor butt into a sore sloppy opening – all but begging him to take your pussy instead.

Obviously, he obliges, sucking the bloated fat of your teary cheek with a hum and a firm squeeze to your sore buttcheek before flipping you back around.

He kisses your lips, your neck, your tits, your stomach – laving down until licking through your pretty pussylips, promptly tongue-fucking the sweet hole until you cum with a shudder.

Smiling into your trembling cunt – he chuckles, feeling it pulse against his lips. “Come on, baby ~” He encourages. “Tell me how much you love me – tell me how much you want my sweet, sweet love.”

He pulls your thighs around his torso, rubbing his messy cock against your slick cunt while nipping at the corner of your lips – patiently waiting for your forced consent. Grossly amused – and aroused.

“Ah – please…” Your lips warble – eyes screwed shut where you try angling away from his steamy breaths.

“Please what, baby? Please make love to your sweet pussy?” He suggests with a moan – hunched over your smaller form with his cock licking your clit as he slides it back and forth between your thighs. “Or do you maybe miss it in your tight ass?”

“No – please-”

“Then tell me, baby. Tell me you want it – tell me you love me, and I’ll give it to you.” He purrs – still while laying open-mouthed kisses on your lips and cheek.

You whimper, crying wetly. “I love you – please make love in my pussy…”

He hums in return – a satisfying rumble as he slips his cock-head through your folds until it settles in your opening.

Your breath hitches at the stretch – then you suck your teeth – hissing as he splits you open and treads your tight virginity over his girth – hugging him air-tight like a condom bought two sizes too small.

“Oh, baby~ so tight~ so tight and good~ wet like a good virgin should be~” He groans, sinking every thick inch inside despite the way you squirm, ignoring your sweet cry when you beg him to slow down.

He’s down to the hilt in a moment – kneading against your womb with his chubby cockhead. Big hands squeeze your ass – using it to pump into you in steady deep-hitting thrusts – his lips on your forehead in a prolonged kiss.

You pant out sticky whines as he ruts inside you – fat cock stretching you badly for your first time – making everything sting numbly, only partly soothed by a tickling pleasure – tummy feeling hot and tight until it all snaps again, leaving you to shake on the massive member, throttling him all so sweetly.

“I love you, baby~ love you and your tight pussy~ squeezing me so good~” He slurs against you, drooling on your skin. “Gonna fill you up with love – all of it – all of it in your sweet pussy~”

BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Denki, Enji, Hawks

JJK - Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

HxH – Uvogin

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jupipedia · 10 months

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neither here nor there ! — h. brown. ↳ " face down, ass up, that's the way i like getting fucked ! " ↳ content warning : nsfw ( minors do not interact. ), unprotected s*x, marking, pet names ( lovie, sweetheart, etc. ), overst*mulation, multiple org*sms, forced org*sms ( ? ), cre*mpie, slight or*l ( fem. receiving. ), c*m eating, not proof read lol, etc. ↳ dedicated to: @starsoir !

you'd love to pretend that you don't know how you got where you were, but you knew exactly how you ended up in this position; face down with your ass in the air as hobie brown fucked you mindlessly.

you were dressed in one of the most revealing dresses ever made and had one goal in mind : fuck hobie brown.

you were more than the average groupie, having actually listened and enjoyed his band before you even thought of fucking him. your desire was sparked when you attended one of his gigs on a whim, wanting to listen to good music as you got a drink at your local bar. at one point, you made your way to the front of the crowd, careful not to spill your drink on anyone as you slipped through the dense ocean of bodies. once you reached the front, hobie brown stood in all his anarchist glory, shredding away on his electric guitar and quickly sparking your interest.

since then, you've made it a mission to be the hottest girl to ever touch the same sheets as the man. you kept up to date on his pop up shows, his appearances, and the new music his band would release every now and then.

tonight, you finally captured his attention when you stood at the front of the crowd, all dolled up and singing the lyrics to his songs. your dress left little to the imagination and piqued his interest once the two of you made eye contact as you continued to lip sync along to the word, smiling sultrily as you gazed up at him.

his set was barely finished as he removed his guitar from torso, jumped into the crowd, and made his way to the door with your wrist latched in his hold, loose enough for you to pull away if you weren't interested. he could barely keep his hands off of you as he pulled you into the back of the car, his driver raising the partition once his hands began to lower to the swell of your ass. his fingers wandered close to your heat, only to stop at your panty line, affectively teasing you as the two of engaged in a fighting kiss. his kiss was hard, having no care for the lack of air in his lung as he continued to pull you closer to him. your tongue pushed against his, marveling at the cold metal ball in the center of his appendage.

the car was not parked when hobie pulled you out of it, fixing your tousled hair before pulling you through the lobby of the hotel and into the elevator. the doors hadn't closed and his lips were already back on you, hot kisses being pressed into the crook of your neck.

his eagerness took you aback, surprised that such a simple act of knowing his lyrics was enough to rile him up so much. you knew the skimpy outfit had to play a grander part in things as he tugged on it slightly, almost as if he was holding himself back from ripping off of you right in the elevator.

"leng ting you are," he mumbled against your skin, kitten licking over the small bruises he created from him nipping at your skin.

"i try," your words are barely heard as you suddenly become breathless. this is the first time you'd really spoken, other than him ensuring that you wanted to spend the night with him. you'd been to preoccupied with each other's lips that you hadn't much time to ask any questions, let alone exchange compliments.

"you do a lot more than try, lovie. didn't know i had fans as beautiful as you. or as devout. 's cute watching my lyrics fall from your pretty lips," he replied, returning to task of marking every inch of your skin, hands grasping your ass in a bruising hold as he pulled you closer to him.

"what can i say, they're good lyrics," you mutter, words coming out breathless as he sucked on the spot just below your ear.

the elevator doors opened and he wasted no time pulling you in the direction of his room, wanting nothing but to have his way with you. he reached his room, opening the door and pulling you in. you'd barely finished removing your heels when he propped you up against the door, fingers making quick work of your dress and thong.

which led you to your current position, face pushed deep into the blankets as your ass was propped up in the air as hobie fucked your into cunt. his strokes were deep and forceful as you jerked forward each time he entered you. his veined cock scraped the walls of your tight pussy, evoking whines and moans from you and, surprisingly, hobie.

you imagined that he'd be a grunter or groaner but you were even happier to find out that he was a whiner. they weren't high pitched by any means but the whiny lilt in his remark heightened your already overspilling arousal. in your previous position, his mouth had been next to your ear, allowing you to hear the praise loud and clear. while this current position put a bit of distance between the two of you, you were still able to make out his whines when they weren't drowned out by your own noises.

"f-feel so good around my cock. so fucking good," he grunts out, angling his body differently, causing the head of his cock to bump against your cervix. you blindly reached back and pushed futilely at his pelvis, running from his deep strokes. "don't tell me it's too much for you, sweetheart."

"so deep! too deep," you mewled, still pushing him away without result. the pleasure was beyond overwhelming. your mind clouded as you continued to take the pleasure, too lost in it to speak or breathe properly. his cologne and natural musk lingered through the air, suffocating you in his presence.

your legs soon begin to mimic the twitch of your cunt as your orgasm began to build. your eyes welled with tears at the euphoric pressure filling your stomach.

"go on and cum for me, yeah?" hobie draped himself over your frame, whispering softly in your ear. the return of his aroused whines so close to your ear did nothing but push you closer to the edge, leaving you teetering on the edge of a release.

hobie's hand slid down your abdomen, using his fore and middle finger to draw circles on your clit and effectively bringing you to an earth shattering release. you cry out his name, tone doused in pleasure as you threw your head back to rest upon his shoulder. he continued to pump into you, prolonging your high. almost as if your orgasm was a catalyst, hobie's hips jerked and he stilled, pouring his cum into you warm pussy.

as your orgasm subsided, hobie wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up to rest against his chest before restarting his ministrations. you were overstimulated as you tried to escape his grasp, hoping for a quick break before continuing.

"you thought we were finished? nah, i could go all night with you," he said, holding you firm against his torso as he buried himself snug into your core. you dug your nails into his forearm, attempting to ground yourself as you melted due to the immense pleasure.

this position only allowed hobie to move minimally, but he sat snug against your cervix, each thrust pushing against it in a pleasurable way. he drew shallow gasps from you as you tried to steady your breathing. one of his hands groped at your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers causing you to tighten around him. he chuckled into your neck as he fucked his seed back into you, relishing in the hot feeling of your vice.

"gonna give me another one, yeah. hmm, pretty girl?" he teased, pinching your nipple and quicken the pace of his finger on your clit. he smirked at the release of your pitchy moans before going back to kiss on your neck.

"'m gonna cum. please! gonna cum!" you wailed, withering in his hold as you began to release. you felt his nod and your entire body shook from the intensity of your orgasm. hobie whispered sweet nothings in your ear before he allowed himself to drown in his own pleasure.

"fuck, you feel so good. hmm. fuck, had my eyes on you since you stepped to the front of the crowd. leng ting singing all m'lyrics. nearly came in my jeans," he admitted in between whines. his grip tightened on you as his moans reached a crescendo and his seed spilled into you.

his hold on you loosened but didn't drop completely as he came down from his high. his breath tickled your ear as he tried to calm himself, savoring the warmth of your walls. he released you and you fell onto your chest, ass still propped in the air as he shifted to the foot of the bed.

"hobie, please," you begged, wanting nothing but rest as he inserted his head between your thighs and lapped at your core, determined to eat your mixed essence from your used cunt.

"jus' cleaning you, pretty," he mumbled, mouth full and tongue busy. your hands made their way to his wicks as his tongue dove into your pussy. the wet muscle scooped his cum out of your entrance, rubbing perfectly against your walls. you felt a foreign pressure rise and you tugged lightly at the man's head, wanting to remove him from your core before you came.

"hobie, s'too much," you whined with no avail as he sucked on your clit, changing his mission from eating your cum to making you release once again.

this release was a bit different as short streams of liquid shot from your pussy and into his welcoming mouth. he hummed as he slurped into your cunt, ignoring your attempts at pushing his head away until he decided he was finished.

he left his position and crawled up toward the pillows, pulling you into his chest as he laid back.

"we can talk in morning, yeah? wanna get to know you a bit," he muttered, exhaustion prevalent in his tone as his spoke with eyes closed. you couldn't reply as you slipped into a sleeping state.

mission accomplished.

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sideblog-ver3 · 3 months

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big dick steve (18+)

spider webs and vampire boobs

“if you were to throat fuck me, i’d probably vomit from my gag reflex.”

the rustling of steve moving his head on his cotton pillow filled the quiet room. “what the hell are you talking about?” his voice holding a bit of thickness in the back of his throat.

now you turned your head from staring at the ceiling to look at steve on your left. “well cause you have a big dick-“ “thanks for the ego inflation.”

you teasingly smack a hand into steve’s chest, he held it down with his own limb. “i can barely take half of you when going at my own speed. and i was just thinking about how when you put your hands on my head and give me a little push, i worry i might vomit. i’ve had girlfriends tell me it’s happened to them before. and if that were to happen to me i’d ask you to kill me right on the spot.” all seriousness coating your words.

steve’s big brown eyes stared you down as his bushy brows rose at your last sentence. your linked hands gently rising and falling with steve’s even breathing. “first, you’re being extra dramatic. second, if you even feel that way when i get more…forceful, you should smack my thigh or something. don’t just take it.”

you pushed up to your elbow and halfway leaned over steve, bed head framing your face, “no, yeah, i know that. you aren’t like forcing me all the way so i’m fine, but something i just think about those guys in porn. you know?” a squint to your eyes trying to determine is steve understands what you mean.

now steve pushing onto his elbow with a similar squint, “what kind of porn are you watching? and why?”

a painted finger traced over steve’s hairy chest, “nothing crazy. and it’s mostly just for inspiration. that one trick i did yesterday, got it from porn. and you seemed quiet pleased if i remember correctly.” smirking as you leaned forward to peck at steve’s rosy lips.

he hummed in content, “and i absolutely did. but anyway, why don’t we train you. if you want we can prep your throat better.” a palm rubbing at your bicep comfortingly.

“anything to suck your dick, baby.” already shuffling your way down his body and pulling away his comforter.

his bare lower body was a delicious sight to behold. dark hairy thighs on display, your mind wanting to bite into them. his thick, long cock starting to move on its own, going from soft to hard in a minute.

“excited for my training?” a teasing tone with seductive eyes directed towards steve who laid back down, hands folded behind his head. a cocky smirk tugging his lips. “anything involving you gets me excited quickly.”

“just don’t get too excited. gonna need your cock for a while, baby.” planting your hands to his thighs while positioning yourself.

“take all the time you need.”

you leaned closer to steve’s cock, allowing a small glob of spit to drip from your mouth. his dick twitching at the sensation. steve moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth opening in a small gasp.

moving in for the action, you swiped the flat of your tongue to the underside of his dick, going from his hairy balls to the top. hungry eyes watching steve’s every reaction, it only spurred you on for more.

“just getting started, baby.” finally wrapping your right hand onto his cock, fingertips not touching. you started with slow strokes, using your spit for lube.

steve quietly whined with each stroke, his stomach flexing to control himself. seeing that his cock was fully hard, now was the time to begin. sticking your tongue out, you kitten licked at the tip a few times, enjoying the twitch of reaction from the wet muscle.

“baby- fuck-“ a groan cutting steve off as you opened your mouth and took about four inches confidently. lips wrapping around the skin as you bobbed your head, right hand stroking at the lonely bits.

steve moved his hands from behind his head to sit on his torso. one touching his v-line while the other traveled to sit in your hair. you couldn’t help but stare at his long fingers, digits that fuck your cunt or get stuffed into your mouth and you happily suck on them.

slowly you pushed yourself forward, gaining another three inches. only about two more and you have him completely sitting in your mouth. his cock was heavy on your tongue, saliva slipping from the sides of your mouth.

you pulled away quickly when you felt the telltale sign of a gag. you coughed a bit when your throat was free, spit falling to land on your chest.

“not- not bad, but you could do better, doll.” steve grabbed a fist full of hair and tugged. a signal to show what he was about to do.

“yes, daddy.” allowing for steve to guide your mouth back to his awaiting cock. with a bit more force he shoved your head down onto him, nose almost brushing with his bush of pubes.

“atta girl.” he purred with his head thrown back and hips bucking up, tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

you closed your eyes and just focused of the feel and weight of him. letting your tongue toy with his underside and nails dig into the meat of his thighs. you took slow inhales through your nose, calming yourself and relaxing your throat.

giving yourself a minute of composure, you started to bob your head back before going in. out and in, out and in, out and in. more drool pooling from your filled mouth, soaking steve’s dick nicely for easily traction.

“al- almost there. swallow or spit?” steve looked down at you with a fucked out face. teary eyes just stared back up to him and you didn’t budge an inch.

“swallow. good girl.” steve took back some rein and pushed your head down as he fucked his hips up. you moaned in pleasure at the sensation, both from the grip on your hair and the roughness in your mouth.

“i’m- i’m gonna…” shots of warm liquid hit the back of your throat. you hummed on his dick, his groaned at the action.

steve released your hair and you slowly pulled off his cock, wanting to lick it clean of his cum, humming to yourself at the salty taste.

“see, all we had to do was train you.”

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jesuistrestriste · 11 days

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30s art donaldson tired af from tashi working him to the bone. so tired that he just wants to lay down but is also very horny cuz when is that man not and he asks reader “can you please just sit on my face” in a really quiet whimper or smth idk (i really just want to read about sitting on art’s face lol)

when art showed up at your door, sweaty and tired and flushed all over, you knew that you wouldn't be able to resist his pleas for attention. the exhausted, slightly defeated look in his pretty blue eyes had you weak all over. it was just no use.

he looked like a kicked puppy.

or maybe just a really over-worked man.

but that was beside the point.

you ushered him inside, cupping his face and cooing at him in all the ways you knew that he needed you to. he pouted. he whined. you could practically imagine a tail tucked between his legs. his coach must have really chewed him out during practice. he had been on a downward spiral in terms of his ability to win for the last few months. it had been rough, to say the least.

he kicked off his shoes and stumbled over to your living room floor, sitting down on the carpet where he opted to stretch his hamstrings. you sat in front of him and ran a hand through his damp hair. he leaned into your touch instinctually, and then buried his face into your neck as his hands slid to hold your lower back.

you embraced him and rubbed his back, hearing him let out little noises of contentment as your palms caressed circles over his aching body. you pressed a kiss to his neck. he tasted like salt and self-doubt, which was not unusual for him after he had just freshly come back from the courts.

he moaned softly against you and then his lips were on yours with a tender ferocity that he always carried. his tongue was eagerly slipping past your teeth to lick at yours, and then he was pulling you closer and furrowing his brows.

"Please," he whispered against your lips as he tilted his head to change angles. his dick was already hard. that's how easy it was for you to get him worked up.

"What-" you pause, kissing him deeper, "What is it?"

his hands gripped your hips.

"Can you please just sit on my face?"

you felt your body warm up instantly at the sound of his whimpered plea, like a bucket of hot spring water had been dumped over you, and you nod slowly against his lips.

within thirty seconds, he was laying flat on his back on your floor, and the clothing on the lower half of your body had been removed and tossed aside to unknown places.

you crawled up his form, and he watched your every move with bated breath, letting his fingers ghost over your body as you inched your way up to his mouth.

when you finally hovered above him on your bent knees, pussy just inches away from his desperate tongue, he immediately shuddered underneath you and looked up to your eyes with a look that begged you before he could even get the right words out.

"C'mon, please.." he moaned pathetically, hands now grasping at your torso and trying to pull you down to him.

you smile, biting your bottom lip.

"Ask me again."

his hips lifted up from the carpet, bucking into the air and affectively jolting the both of you. it was an accident; he didn't mean to. it was just that his mouth was watering and he was too fucking aroused to think properly.

"Will you sit on my face? Please?"

and with that, you lowered your wet core down to his mouth and relished in the way that he immediately groaned into you. his hands tightly held the back of your thighs as his lips suckled on your clit and his tongue lathed sloppily over your slick folds. his tongue darted in and out slowly from your hole, trying with everything in him to taste all that he possibly could.

you rocked your hips over his face, smearing his chin and the tip of his nose with your slimy arousal, but he couldn't have asked for anything better. he loved this. he craved this with everything in him. he wanted you to sit on him like this for however long you could stand it. he could die like this and be happy.

your orgasm built quickly thanks to his expert knowledge on what and where you liked to be kissed and tongued, and he let you gush over his face until you were shaking like a leaf. he gulped every drop down.

at the tail end of your climax, you felt his body shake below you, his eyes rolled back into his head as he gasped and murmured muffled words into your sopping cunt. you arch your back and pivot your body to look down at his form, and your eyes are instantly drawn to the wet patch soaking and growing over the fabric of his gym shorts.

he made you cum a second time after that. and then a third. and a fourth. your hands stayed tangled in his hair through each one, and you called out his name every time the waves of pleasure rushed through you.

even though you wanted art to feel better about himself in terms of his tennis career, there were certain.. perks to him feeling down about it. making you cum let him feel like a winner again, so you were going to ride this low-point of his for as long as you could. you knew he wouldn't mind.

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daycourtofficial · 2 months

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Amber eyes, looking into mine

Summary: Eris finds something in his study that triggers him into a frozen state of panic. Who better suited to pulling Eris from his past than his future?

Author’s note: I wrote this in under an hour so please be nice and if there are any typos, no there aren’t 💕 Also technically this is part of my gingerfucker series, but can be read alone and she doesn’t make an appearance, it’s all Eris and the baby okay byeee

TW: panic attack, mentions of being whipped and being burnt

Word count: ~1k

A trade agreement sat on his desk, one that predates his tenure as high lord. Eris had found the document stuffed away in a drawer, abandoning what he was searching for as soon as he recognized it.

His father’s large, obnoxious signature at the bottom, the ridiculously high tariffs on imported goods. He could hear the whip in his ears, feeling his body tense with memory.

It was all too much. He had spoken with his father about the deal, wanting to give incentives for traders to come into Autumn rather than deterrents. Beron had laughed at him, telling him that everything anyone needs can be found in Autumn.

The night hadn’t ended there.

Beron had whipped him for having such a ridiculous idea in front of the other courtiers.

“No son of mine will appear so idiotic before others,” he had said, his voice ringing in Eris’s ears.

Eris was seated in his chair in his study, but his mind was elsewhere. Down deep, deep in the dungeons of the Forest House, a trek he made many nights, his blood dripping through the house as he limped back to his own chambers.

Chubby hands grip the fabric of his trousers, a body too small traveling up his legs, climbing for what they love most in this world. Little feet find their footing on his thighs, hands leaning against his torso to support their weight.

Amber eyes look at him, searching for praise at the impossible task they just completed.

His eyes.

What his eyes used to look like, before Beron burnt the joy out of them.

Eris is frozen in place, caught in a spiral of hatred and loathing by his son. His beautiful, wonderfully funny son, who looks at him with the love and adoration his mother looks at him with.

If his son knew all that he had done to prevent Beton’s ire, would his eyes still look for Eris in every room? Would his eyes still fill with tears, his lungs exhaling every breath at bedtime, unable to sleep without seeing his father one last time?

The spitting image of him, his mother finding an old portrait of himself at this age, his son a direct image of the portrait. Was this how he looked when Beron began his tirade of cruelty against his family? Did soft coos of a babe turn into wails at any contact with Beron?

All he had ever known was the flame, the flame within himself that refused to be extinguished, and the flames his father tormented him with for centuries.

He feels those flames on his skin, his own flame desperate to fight it. He feels the heat licking up his forearms, he feels it cascading down his back in waves, searching for every inch of unclaimed skin. He clenches his fists, desperate to bring himself back to reality. Instead, his breathing becomes more ragged, his jaw clenching.

He can smell the flesh burning off of him, feel his stomach churning, his throat filling with bile at the smell, so strong he could taste it.

Tiny fingers grip into his hair, yanking lightly, trying to find balance. The feeling jolts him back, back from the past, back from a place that doesn’t exist anymore.

The babe stands in his lap, toes gripping his trousers as he tries to learn how to use them. A warmth so unnatural from something so young radiates off of his son. A tear splashes onto the little foot, which the babe immediately burns off.

Giggles fill the room at his show of his powers and Eris is finally able to move again as he wraps his arms around the young princeling, so unaware of how the world can burn.

He holds him in a tight embrace, squishing his face into the tiny neck, breathing him in. He gives himself five seconds, clutching the clothes covering the babe’s chest.

Five.

He breathes in deeply, his chest heaving with sobs that escape his mouth.

Four.

It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair. It had never been fair. Nothing was fair.

Three.

It took hours to kill Beron, centuries of scheming, and his presence was still felt throughout the court, throughout him-

He feels something cold and wet on his neck, tiny hands still gripping his hair, but his son is slobbering across his neck, his cheek, the movement tickling Eris’s neck. He laughs as he realizes that his son is mimicking how they make him laugh by blowing raspberries into his neck, his cheeks, his stomach.

He delicately pulls the face from his neck, leaning his forehead against his firstborn’s forehead. His eyes are wide with wonder. Everything is new to him and the worst thing he’s experienced is dropping his favorite toy in a mud puddle.

He looks at his father, not sure what to make of him, until Eris slowly smiles at him, his eyes lightening with fondness, catching a bit of the spark from his son’s eyes.

And the baby in his arms smiles back, grabbing Eris’s nose in excitement as he babbles noncoherent sounds. Eris stretches his legs out, sinking into his chair a bit, letting his back relax into the chair. Eris responds to the babbling, occasional hums and responses to whatever he was trying to convey to his father.

Someday, the words would come. They would flow freely, spilling from his mouth in anger, in sadness, in disbelief. They would come more easily, small things setting off his memories and not allowing him to think of anything until they left him. He would share the burden of his memories.

Someday, the words would come. But not today. Today the incoherent babbling was enough.

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra x y/n #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra fanfic #acotar fanfiction #eris x y/n #eris x you #eris x reader

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Intoxicating (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Breeding Kink, Feral!Miguel O'Hara, Pheromones, Use of Petnames, Rough Sex, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie, Mating Press, Baby Talk, SPOILER FOR ATSV Word Count: 1.5k+

A/N: Based on a prompt by @imslightlycreative. Literally cannot get enough of this man, istg. 😩🥴 I apologize, my Spanish is pretty rough. If I got anything wrong feel free to correct me. Translations are at the end of the fic. I hope you enjoy!

Original Prompt: "Reader is ovulating. Miguel finds out that his heightened senses can also pick up on pheromones".

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Miguel crept through the bedroom door. His hard heart softened when he saw you tucked beneath the comforter. You sighed and shifted slightly, your breathing steady as you slept soundly. He hovered next to you, his hand brushing some messy hair out of your face. Just as he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, a bolt shot down his spine. His nostrils flared as he picked up on a scent: it was potent and sweet like rose water, yet intoxicating like wine. His talons suddenly drew out on their own as his pupils began to dilate.

"¿Qué carajo?" he muttered as his skin crawled, heat stirring inside his chest. The hair on his arms stood on end as he suddenly released a quiet grunt. Your eyes fluttered open as he clamped his hands over his mouth.

“¿Miguel?,” you blinked. Miguel’s hands shook as his carnal desires began to devour every inch of his body. He parted his lips as he felt a familiar throb in between his legs.

“Sí, bebé. I’m home,” he murmured, his voice husky and low. He swallowed thickly as you shifted yourself up, revealing your naked breasts from beneath the covers. His head spun as you slid your hand into his, your touch sending ripples down his spine and straight to his cock.

“Are you feeling okay, hermoso? You’re breathing pretty heavily,” you frowned as you stretched your arms out to cup his face. Miguel released a shaky sigh as you laid a hand on his forehead. “You’re burning up,” you said. Miguel nodded and licked his dry lips, his words swirling around in his clouded mind like a torrent.

“J-Just some leftover adrenaline from the the mission,” he explained shakily, his eyes raking down your luscious body. You tilted your head.

“Are you-” You gasped when Miguel’s large shadow suddenly cast over yours. He caged you in between his muscular thighs as he bared his teeth over your pulse. A deep hunger rose from the pit of his belly and spilled into every corner of his mind. His nostrils flared as he battled with the part of him that desperately wanted to rut into you.

“M-Miguel,” you sighed as you swallowed. Your mouth opened as he stuck his nose where your shoulder and neck met, inhaling your scent.

“What perfume are you wearing, cariño?” he purred. You whined as he scraped his teeth over your soft flesh. You arched your back and gasped when his hips bucked forward into your bare pussy.

“I-I’m not wearing perfume,” you said with a shaky breath. Miguel’s eyes snapped open as his lips danced over your collar bone.

You weren’t wearing perfume? Then, that scent…

Miguel’s gaze went back to your breasts. Curiously, he cupped them in his palms before giving them a light squeeze. You moaned, your mouth falling open into a wide “O”.

“Ah-Mig,” you cried out. Miguel's lips fell into a straight line. Your whole face turned a deep shade of crimson as his lips trailed down your torso. The smell became stronger as he came closer to your dripping cunt. Miguel’s chest heaved as his hands slid down from your tender breasts and spread your thighs apart.

His hot breath fanned over your pussy before he gently lashed his tongue across your folds. His body felt like it was on fire as he lapped your sweet arousal into his mouth. The last shred of his willpower snapped with the taste of you on his tongue. Miguel released an animalistic snarl as he lunged forward and completely pinned you to the bed. Your eyes widened with shock as he grinded his hips against yours, his cock rock-hard and ready to burst.

"Cariño, te necesito," he practically whined as he drove his clothed cock against your naked pussy. You keened as wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Arruíname,” you keened with drunk, half-lidded eyes. His crimson eyes rolled into the back of his head as he cut a slit in his pants with his talons. His dick sprang out and bounced on your stomach. Your eyes glistened at the sight of his swollen, flushed cock leaking with precum.

“Mi hermosa,” Miguel snarled. He brought his hands beneath your thighs before sheathing his cock inside your wet heat in one eager thrust. He couldn’t get enough of the small moans and cries that tumbled from your lips as he eagerly pounded into you. Your tight cunt greedily sucked him in as his dick slid along your plush walls. “Tan apretada,” Miguel gasped as your pussy fluttered around him. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of wet squelching and skin slapping against skin. He bared his fangs as his heavy balls smacked against your puffy, wet folds.

“M-Miguel,” you drooled when the tip of his cock reached into your cervix. It felt softer and more open as he relentlessly stroked against it. "Feel so good, Papi-please go faster!" you begged. You released a silent scream as Miguel pressed your legs up to your shoulders. Your slick splashed against him each time he buried himself to the hilt inside you. He leaned down to your ear.

“¿Quieres a mi bebe?” he rasped. You mewled at his words, your hands scraping down his taut forearms.

“Fuck, Miguel,” you whined. The creases of your knees were held in his palms as his cock somehow struck even deeper within you. His lips crashed into yours as he nearly folded you in half, your slick dribbling down across the bulge that poked out of your lower stomach.

“Want me to put a baby in you, hm? Want me to fill you up again and again until you can’t walk?” he husked. You released a moan loud enough to shake the bedroom walls.

“Yes-yes I want your baby! Please fill up my pussy, Papi!” you begged. Miguel smirked as he slid his tongue along your jawline and pistoned into you at a brutal pace.

“Buena chica,” he purred. His balls began to feel tight as your walls restricted around his boiling shaft. Miguel had to admit that he loved seeing you like this: folded and ready to take his seed. “Vamos, puedes hacerlo,” the man groaned as he saw your eyes squeeze shut and brows pinch together. Your breasts rose and fell as your breathing became ragged.

“MIG!” you screamed as your hands raked down his back. He grunted as your cunt clamped down and spasmed around his thick cock.

“Tan buena, tan buena para mi,” Miguel strained as he tried to push through the way your pussy squeezed his cock. The way your face twisted in ecstasy brought him closer to the edge. The back of your thighs jiggled against the front of his thighs. His thrusts became sloppy as you whined below him.

“Fill me, fill me,” you begged incessantly, your lips parted as drool slid down your face. Miguel could feel the red-hot eruption boiling in his cock as he heard your pussy squelch around his length.

“Mierda,” he grunted. You gazed into his darkened eyes, hot tears rolling down your glowing cheeks.

“Papi,” you cooed. The simple word finally pushed Miguel over the edge. He yelled and slammed his hips down. His mind was drowning in waves of pleasure as his body stiffened. Miguel’s cock throbbed as he squirted rope after rope of his thick cum into your stretched hole.

He panted as he felt the tension in his body begin to unravel-feeling at how his cum bubbled and spilled out where your sexes were joined. His dick twitched as it released the last stream of his spend, stuffing you completely full of his seed. Miguel’s eyelids drooped as he caught his breath. You gazed up at him, tear stains still trailing down your face.

He cooed as he leaned down, hushing you with a gentle kiss. Miguel wrapped his arms around you as he lay on top of you, his cock still plugged in your weeping cunt. He felt your hot breath fan over his shoulder as you played with his raven hair.

“Did you know I was ovulating?” you asked. His eyes snapped open.

“It was just a hunch,” he mumbled, his mind still somewhat drunk from your cunt squeezing him so tightly. You giggled and kissed his temple. His body began to relax as he listened to your heartbeat steady.

“So, how many are we going to have?” you whispered. Miguel’s throat tightened as he looked at you with a soft gaze.

“You mean-you really want to have…” his voice trailed off as images of his variant daughter flashed through his mind. You beamed and cupped his cheek, kissing the tip of his nose while nodding. Joy spread from the cracks in his heart all the way to the tips of his fingers. A wide smile stretched across his face as he kissed you over and over again, his hand trailing down your side.

“Gracias, mi vida,” he whispered, his eyes misty as he swallowed a lump in his throat. You sighed, then gasped when he rolled both of you over.

“Miggy!” you giggled as he nipped at your ear. You mewled as he pressed his chest against your back and shallowly pumped his cock into you. His cum sloshed around inside you as he whispered into your ear.

“We might as well get a head start, since my cock is already stuffed inside your tight cunt”.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Translations:

¿Qué carajo? - What the fuck?

Papi - Daddy

Sí, bebé - Yes, baby

Hermoso/Hermosa - Handsome/Gorgeous

Te necesito, cariño - I need you, honey

Arruíname- Ruin me

Tan apretada - So tight

¿Quieres a mi bebe? - Do you want my baby?

Buena chica - Good girl

Vamos, puedes hacerlo - Come on, you can do it

Tan buena, tan buena para mi - So good, so good for me

Mierda - Shit

Gracias, mi vida - Thank you, my life

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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A Long Shower [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You become an unwitting voyeur to Loki's post-workout routine. (w/c 2.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Voyeurism. Awkwardness. Thirst. Smuttish. M*sturbation. Language.

Shit shit shit shit shit You hurriedly crouched behind the row of lockers, hunched and contorted to an inch of your life. If you were honest, you didn’t think you were going to fit. And right now, you sort of wished you hadn’t. The air you’d sucked in felt like granite, holding your breath as Loki Laufeyson padded obliviously over the heated tiles.

Why am I such an awkward arsehole, you thought; lungs starting to burn. Can’t just say hello, excuse me; like a normal person. Need to hide behind the feckin’ lockers, Jesus.

The unmistakeable sound of his sultry singing had wafted down the hall like a hymn. 'Der ligger hun i sjøen, min elsker, Jeg hører henne rope når månen er høy' He was so absent-mindedly perfect, in every way. Fuck. You’d only come in to grab forgotten headphones, there was nothing untoward. And yet, when you’d heard his hypnotic gravelled voice– you had panicked. And now, it was too late. 'Hun kjenner ikke ledningene hun holder... som binder hennes hjerte til mitt' Silence. You opened one eye reluctantly, half expecting to see his magnificent form looming with sceptical disdain. But, no. He was bent on one knee facing the opposite wall, untying his trainers. I didn’t think he’d tie his own shoes, you frowned. That ass, though. Loki was dressed in skin-tight black workout clothes that left just enough to the imagination. And boy, had you imagined. That gym gear of his clung to every carved inch of his body like a second skin. Alongside the way that he growled and grunted through inhuman workouts, it was a miracle you had survived this long in the team. Lord above, the filthy things he had done to you in your head in the dead of night as you touched yourself beneath sweaty sheets. It might even make him blush. You bit your lip, blowing air gently, silently, through your nose. You suddenly felt twenty pounds lighter. The thought had often crossed your mind about just who Loki was behind closed doors. He was charming and polite, a bit extra – kind of an asshole sometimes. And he was always on. There had been a sign hanging in the hallway of your old high school which had read, ‘who you truly are, is the person you become when you think nobody's watching’. You thought about that sign a lot. Your gaze tracked up from Loki’s ankles, over the curve of his bulging thighs tight beneath the shorts; a sheet of damp curls hanging down past his neck. And who are you, Loki Laufeyson? He unfurled, the muscles in his calves hardening as he pushed up. The shoes were kicked aside as he ran his hands casually through that gorgeous hair with a sigh. Oh god, you realised with rising horror. Is he going to… Still facing the wall, Loki began to strip.

The damp lycra top was the first soldier to fall. It peeled away beneath crossed hands which raised achingly slowly above his head. With every inch of skin revealed, you felt the blood drain from your face. I’m going to pass out, you thought, pushing yourself back against the tiled wall and hoping it would absorb you. His broad, triangular torso was inescapable. You should close your eyes. Avert your gaze. Protect his modesty. But oh, god - Loki tugged the training top from his head with a strained grunt, wild hair falling in waves between shifting shoulder-blades. He stretched to the side, freshly pumped forearms bulging with sickening definition. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his iridescent skin. Fuck, how you wanted to lick him. Taste the virgin sweat that was gathered in every dip and valley. In the soft lighting of the changing rooms, every dented curve of his arms were visible, each breathe making the landscape of his back flex as he rolled his head from side to side. He has fucking...back-dimples. You realised you had been holding your breath again. Long fingers began to toy with the waistband of his shorts. Jesus take the wheel, not the shorts. They caught on the curve of his ass, elastic grazing sluttishly down taut skin. You pressed your lips together painfully to stop the whimper building behind your teeth as the shorts fell in a heap around his ankles. I’m fucked, you thought. He’s naked. And I’m fucked. All he had to do was turn around. But he didn’t. Loki took a step to the side, positioning himself with ceremonial purpose in front of a small square mirror. Blessedly, it was too far to the side to reveal your hiding spot. You watched as his brow furrowed, looking deep into his own eyes. If there was one thing more hypnotic than Loki’s body, it was his face. As deep and inscrutable as the galaxies themselves.

He brought a hand across his chest to the opposite shoulder, massaging the dip as he appraised what he saw against some inscrutable criteria. Loki’s endless legs widened, ass clenching. Your stomach had a heartbeat, whirring with unspent adrenaline. Of all the ways you imagined you would first see Loki naked – this was not it. The digits slid to his jaw, thumb and forefinger tipping it to either side as he inspected himself. Is he checking for wrinkles? With mild horror, you realised you couldn’t feel your legs. Loki frowned again, ropes of hard shoulder muscle rolling as he sighed deeply. It was a tired sigh. It made you wonder if a god-level workout was the only thing wearing him out in the morning. He ran a hand through his hair, turning away. Your eyes flew to the wall before firing shut, a primitive freeze response. This was it. The rumble of a shower spurting to life broke the silence, strong pressure from the fancy waterfall head pattering to the tiles below. The showers were to the far right, outside your frame of view. You let out the breath you were holding in staggered, soundless relief. Maybe I can get out while he’s distracted. Crawl out. On my fucking hands and knees like a pervert. You waited a few seconds until the water’s rhythm broke, a contented growl from Loki’s throat that made your pussy hum signalling that his ritual had begun. Like the aforementioned pervert, you craned forwards, peeking around the corner of the lockers. God, how your legs ached. Your eyes widened. Goddammm, Laufeyson.

Loki stood long and lean, water cascading from where the stream hit the back of his neck, all the way down his legs. Even in the shower, his posture was impeccable. He tilted his head back, lips parted as he let the fresh droplets soak his front. The curls you adored from afar had turned to an inky slick, tendrils winding over alabaster skin like an intricate tattoo. There was a quiet beauty about him like this. This was one of his few private moments, an oasis of calm in his otherwise simmering façade. He’s so fucking…beautiful, you pined; realising that your eyeline was dropping unforgivably down his naked body. The rounds of his ass glistened in the soft light, lucky droplets rolling over the curves of muscle which dipped in at the middle of each cheek. He shifted on his feet, the slap of water making you jump as he swivelled his midriff to the side. The baritone hum began again, a hauntingly beautiful melody. From this new angle, every ridge and valley of his abdomen came into view. Fluffs of bubbles ran down his slick skin at a snails pace, each trail lapping over the deep crevices of his adonis belt. Your breath hitched, drawing back behind the lockers so only the tiniest sliver of him was in view. Fat drips of water slid down his legs from hip to calf, relishing each second they spent grasped to his ethereal skin. The undeniable slick in your panties was becoming untenable, becoming an itch that you didn't dare scratch. Heat seeped through the fabric of your leggings as you squashed further back against the wall. Loki raked a hand through the jet mass of hair, shaking a clump as he smoothed it to one side. His eyes were closed, a dark fan of lashes pressed innocently against the delicate skin beneath. I’m going to go into cardiac arrest, you mused, making your peace as he raised one arm to brace against the tiled wall. His profile was in full view now, and for the first time, you caught a glimpse of the legendary cock which haunted your dreams. It rose against his flat stomach, hard and thick and ready to be fucked. Oh god. You swallowed, mouth drier than sand. No. No. No, this is not happening. You shook your head, trying pathetically to wake. The dull ache in your thighs had grown to a roar, muscles screaming to be released from the stress position you’d be holding for what felt like three hours. You felt your parched lips part as the god placed his palm against his obscene manhood, wrapping each straight finger singularly around the shaft with formidable intent. He licked his lips, looking down at it like prey. Like a conquest. The arm locked against the wall, fully outstretched, sliding the foot nearest you backwards a few inches. It squeaked. His bicep tensed as he pressed against the tile, running water continuing its steady beat against his perfect skin. And then, he began to pump. In slow, torturous strokes. Oh god. Loki’s pinky finger hit the sudsy patch of public hair around the base with every journey, squeezing his foreskin out at the tip as it reached the summit. This was not a man in a rush. This was a man with relaxation on his mind. What the actual fuck am I doing here. Your eyes squeezed shut again, slinking back. To be fair, you had more than enough material in the wank-bank to last you the rest of your days. So the next five minutes, then; you thought bitterly, as low moans of pleasure began to sink from the god’s lips. I will not survive this.

The sound mingled with the heavy steam filling the air, a heady scent of bergamot wafting as his erotic sighs and breathy groans reluctantly transcended you to a higher plane. Loki’s moans vibrated, rising and falling. He was shameless. Anyone could walk in, you thought incredulously; before realising the irony.

The god’s hips rocked into each swipe of his hand; fucking rhythmically against his fist as water cascaded over his neck and down chiselled abs. Clumps of soaking hair hung around his cheekbones, layered down his neck, down his shoulders. You hadn’t even realised you were staring at him again, rocking on the balls of your feet as your sweaty fingertips pressed against the floor in a trance. He was intoxicating. The way his brow creased. The way he was sighing gently from glistening lips. Droplets clung to his cheekbones, pacing downward before fainting to the porcelain below. He was completely in the moment, completely lost in himself. Who are you thinking about, Loki? Your heart was thundering, the acid collecting in your burning calves, forgotten. Loki released a ragged groan, taut obliques clenching. The muscles in his femurs tensed, his palm sliding down the wall as his whole body juddered. Long fingers that you fantasised about slipping deep inside you curled against the tiles. Please cum, you hoped ravenously; breaths quickening. Please, for the love of god please cum. “I know you’re there, Agent.” Cold dread rose with each slowly enunciated word, eyes widening as panic expanded like barbed foam in your belly. “Honestly," Loki smarmed, his head falling back with a rasping moan as he released himself with a final squeeze. “How you ever manage to conceal yourself in any undercover operation with all that heavy breathing is beyond me.” With an ungraceful gasp you fell forward, splayed on the heated tiles. Your forehead was pressed to the floor, mind racing as you carded through every possible excuse. None of them were plausible. With difficulty, you turned your cheek to the side to face him. “I’m sorry…” you mumbled, reluctantly pressing up and dusting off your leggings as your cheeks burned hot. “I didn’t mean to-I was just...and then you-” “-Look at me.” he said sternly. Your eyes fluttered up, hoping that the way you were gazing at him was penitent and seductive in equal measure. But he was smiling. Sort of. One side of Loki’s mouth twitched, the pressure from the waterfall shower bouncing outward from between his shoulder-blades as he stared you down. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. In that standard regally panty-wetting pose that you had admired many times while you raked every inch of his leather-clad body with covetous eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, and closed it again. “I plan on having a very long shower, Agent,” he purred knowingly, the inky curls pasted to his jawline making your stomach flip. He widened his legs, reminiscent of a battle stance. Your eyes fell to his perfect cock twitching neglected against his stomach and then back to his face. The clothes on your body felt heavier with every passing second. “Would you care to join me?” he said politely, as easily as offering you a cup of tea. He already knew the answer. He had known all along. Of course he knew, you mug. Your thighs squeezed together, biting your lip. Loki did the same, before stretching to a wide smile. Mischievous fire simmered in his dilated eyes. There was a click as the lock on the door slid shut of it’s own accord while you pulled your t-shirt over your head.

In the brief cover of darkness, you heard Loki moan again.

Loki's Song (aka nonsense I made up) There she lies in the lake, my lover I hear her call when the moon is high She does not know the cords she holds That bind her heart to mine

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vixstarria · 6 months

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What do you want to do with it?

My headcanon is that over the course of the in-game romance with Astarion, when you stop having sex in Act 2, he still pleasures Tav, but draws the line at himself being touched below the waist directly, gradually exploring and expanding his limits.

Up to you to decide how far in the game this might be appropriate.

18+, smut, Astarion x GN!Reader, Astarion x Tav, explicit, porn no plot, dirty talk, 'use your words', oral sex (male receiving) (kinda?)

Approx 900 words

Tags: @thisisew - I'm not sure this is what you signed up for, but this is what you're getting today.

All under the cut.

Astarion had just brought you to another climax, using his lithe, skilled hands.

“I love doing that to you... Your moans, the way you arch against me...” He continued to kiss your neck and stroke your body, clearly not content to be finished with you yet. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. You turned in his arms to face him and drew him into a deep kiss. Once he pulled away from you, he gave you an intense and sultry look. He looked like he wanted to say something but was hesitant.

“Can we try something?” he said, finally.

“Anything, if you think you’re up for it.” You tried not to sound too eager, your heart suddenly picking up pace again.

“I thought we could put that tongue of yours to good use,” he grinned.

Oh? Just like that? Now? There had to be a catch, you thought.

He took your hand and ran it down along his shirtless torso until it rested over the bulge beneath his pants. This was the first time you’d felt it with your hand in what felt like eternity.

“Feel how hard I am for you? How bad I want you?” he breathed, hoarsely, maintaining eye contact. He held your hand there, letting you squeeze and lightly stroke his erection through the fabric. The material wasn’t nearly thin enough for your liking.

"Gods, I miss your cock,” you found yourself saying. Astarion just chuckled in response, his lips curling into a playful smirk.

“What do you want to do with it?” he drawled.

“Mmm, everything.” You were caught very much off guard, albeit pleasantly so.

“Be specific.”

He guided your hand, controlling the pressure with which you groped him.

Hmm, where should I start...

“I want it in my mouth again.”

“Details, darling,” he whispered, rolling onto his back.

So that’s what it was going to be. Very well.

“You want details on everything I want to do with your cock?” You flashed Astarion a devilish grin as you hooked one of your legs around his and sank against him, to whisper in his ear.

“Every filthy little detail, love,” he breathed, pleased that you took the bait.

“Nothing filthy about making you feel good like you deserve,” you purred. “First, I'd want to take it in my hand and stroke it, while I licked it starting at the base of your balls, tracing that beautiful vein that runs along its length with my tongue.”

Astarion hummed approvingly.

“Then, once I worked my way up, I’d lick and suck lightly just around the head.” Astarion laid back and shut his eyes as you continued to whisper in his ear.

“Tease its underside with my wet tongue until you start leaking precum for me.“ You nibbled lightly on his earlobe as you said this, making him groan. “I'd lick it all up.”

You were starting to breathe harder, getting carried away by your own imagery.

“Gods, I want to taste you again,” you whispered, licking the inner shell of his ear. You were starting to grind against his leg. “Touch me,” you pleaded.

“And distract you while you’re doing such a good job..?” he smirked, his breathing hard too. “I think not. Keep going.”

You whimpered discontentedly but continued. He still held your hand on his erection, letting you stroke it lightly through the fabric.

“Then I'd put my whole mouth on it, working it deeper and deeper in, inch by inch, until it hit the back of my throat.”

“How fast?” he asked, starting to lightly roll his hips into your hand.

“Slowly at first, running my tongue all around the head each time I got to the tip.” The look on Astarion’s face was of agonised bliss. “Are you laying or standing in this little fantasy of mine?”

“Standing,” he whispered, without hesitation. You grinned at the certainty with which he said that.

“Oh? With me on my knees before you? Is that how you want me?” you teased.

“On your knees like the good, dirty little devil you are. Keep going.”

“I’d cup your balls in one hand as I sucked you, playing with them.”

“Like this?” he asked, guiding your hand lower on the bulge in his pants.

“Exactly like that. Then I’d pick up pace, sucking you wet and sloppy, humming and moaning around you, until I couldn't do it anymore.”

“Couldn't do it anymore? You’d give up after all that hard work?”

“You are a lot of hard work, love. I'd need you to grab my hair and fuck my mouth yourself, as fast and as long as you needed, until you came.”

“Came where?” his grip on your hand tightened.

“My mouth, of course. I want to swallow every last drop of you.” Your voice dropped lower as you murmured in his ear: “Do you want me to look you in the eyes while I do it..? I will.”

He groaned and pulled your hand away, pinning it over your head, as he rolled on top of you, trailing open-mouthed kisses up your neck, over your jaw and up the side of your face.

“Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?” he growled in your ear. “I’m going to be thinking about that ceaselessly. Until I finally let you do it.”

“Good,” you said, biting his lip. “Now touch me again. I think I've earned a reward.”

~~~~~

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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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WHEN HE GOES FERAL OVER YOUR SCENT ✮⋆˙ ft. daichi sawamura x f!reader

✮⋆˙ warnings/notes: nsfw. MDNI. oral (f. rcv'ing). (implied) squirting. 850-ish words. the way i had to take my socks off while writing this bc it got so hot all of a sudden idk why?? i had to cover my mouth while editing to muffle all the funny noises that kept spilling out without warning.

DAICHI goes absolutely feral when he smells you...

you’ve been making out for a few minutes when your boyfriend pushes your shirt up and pulls your bra down, letting your tit spill out into his warm, waiting hand before lowering his mouth to your nipple. it quickly buds against his tongue, a soft gasp escaping you as you watch his lips wrap around it, a light blush dusting the tops of daichi’s cheeks when they hollow to suckle at your breast.

his breath is hot against your skin as he travels further south, down down down until his face is just a couple of inches away from your heat. he’s been such a gentleman up to this point, slow and tender. but when his slow hands spread your thighs apart, he catches your scent and fwoohf - his carnal switch flips and a pearl of precum wets his underwear as something inside him snaps.

you yelp at the sheer force when he tugs your bottoms off, your sopping wet panties included, his urgent strength lifting your hips off the bed. your legs, which he’d yanked straight up into the air, fall back down, gracing his shoulders and you swear you hear him growl. he’s breathing you in, tasting your flavor on the back of his tongue before he’s even licked you.

“you- the way you smell…” there's an edge to his voice that makes you shiver.

before you have a chance to feel self-conscious about his words, daichi’s tongue is eagerly lapping at your inner thighs. you try sitting up to watch him but fall back against the pillow again with a loud sigh when his hungry mouth finds your folds and he begins to feed.

his hot, wet tongue darts out of his mouth to prod at your swollen clit before running the length of your entire slit. your hands shake as your fingers curl into his short, brown hair. he dips his tongue into your tight hole, moaning against you when he tastes the source of your scent. his wet muscle pulls out and abandons your opening, but your desperate whine leans into one of sheer pleasure when his thick fingertip pushes past your rim while his tongue swipes its way back up to suckle at your clit. your trembling thighs close around his head as his finger sinks deeper inside you, massaging your soft, slippery walls. daichi’s breath is hot and damp on your cunt when he groans, his deep voice sending delicious vibrations through your whole body as he rolls your clit around the tip of his tongue. he’s savoring you, his thick cock straining painfully against the mattress as he drinks you down. “oh fuck, hhhn~” his lips form a seal around your clit and he begins to suck in earnest, the suction drawing your hard bud into his mouth, rubbing it against the tastebuds on his pulsing tongue. “dai- i’m- hah~”

he adds a second finger, curling both of them inside you, finding that rough sweet spot that makes your hips jerk, stretching you, preparing you for his uncompromising girth. he doesn’t even realize he’s rutting his hips into the bed, his deep groans tumbling into you. his nose is buried in your mound as he devours your cunt, breathing in more of your feminine musk like a man starved for air.

“oh god, please…daichi!” a million fires blaze inside you all at once and you feel a warm release as your walls convulse around his finger. you fill your lover’s mouth, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in determination to swallow every last drop of you. it’s what he’s worked so hard for, what he’s wanted - no, needed - so badly this whole time.

daichi releases you with a wet slurp, his chin shiny with your slick. he raises to his knees between your legs, watching you. you've never before seen his eyes so fierce. he peels his shirt off, leaving his torso naked. your eyes could appreciate so many things: the small patch of hair on his broad heaving chest, his strong abs and sculpted v-line, the trail of dark hair that disappears somewhere below the waistline of his pants. but what they settle on is daichi’s hands unbuckling his belt and working his pants open.

you reach out to touch the strained bulge in his boxers, the darker skin within peeking through the hole. he sighs and watches open-mouthed as you pull his rigid cock out, stroking the warm, silky skin over his rock hard shaft, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your heels into the thick muscle of his butt to urge him closer.

he pushes his underwear down, his meaty penis disappearing inside his boxers again before springing out over the waistband. he’s so painfully hard, his tip an angry shade of red as he towers over you, strong arms caging you in with your legs spread before him, so welcoming.

“need to fuck you,” he slurs, pussy drunk and feral. “need to fill you up…”

"take it, dai. take what you need. s'all yours, baby~"

your walls flutter in anticipation when he guides his precum-slicked cockhead to your slit, rubbing it between your slippery folds, getting himself as wet as possible before pushing his blunt tip through your tight ring of muscle. he sinks in slowly with a long guttural growl, relief washing over him with every satiating inch.

daichi m.list ✮⋆˙ haikyuu m.list

✮⋆˙ thank you for reading. i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it. 18+ reblogs/comments/follows/likes always welcome and appreciated !!

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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girl

write more of spencer eating his partner out. like, i need some hot, romantic sex. imagine like being awoken to him just going to town and hun just smirking - “i wanted some breakfast”

-✨

Usually, Spencer peppering kisses along your neck means it's time for you to get up, and he doesn't have the heart to let a blaring alarm do it, but this morning, those kisses are more open-mouthed, and his warm tongue swirls against your skin with each one.

These aren't Good Morning kisses, they're Good Morning kisses.

"Mm." You mumble, carding your hand through his hair. "What are you doing?" It's surprising you can form words when he kisses you like that and makes your head spin.

Without an answer, he shifts you so you're lying flat against the bed and he leans over you, kissing your collarbones while his cold hands creep up the inside of your shirt.

"Warm your hands up before feeling me up at least." You chuckle slightly as your skin ripples with goosebumps while he touches your boobs.

"Sorry, sorry." He says in his raspy morning voice, but you're pretty sure he's not from how much he's smirking.

You work with him and pull your top off, giving him uninterrupted visuals of your bare torso. You've barely been awake for three minutes and your heart is already racing as you anticipate what's coming. It's just the effect Spencer has on you.

"What are you up to?" You stop him, tugging at his hair before he can take off your sleeping shorts. His curls are resting against your stomach and he looks so pretty under the sheet.

"I wanted some breakfast," Spencer says before smirking like it was the most genius thing he's ever said. "If you'll be so kind."

You hold his cheek while you wiggle your hips and he tugs your shorts off with a grin. He doesn't hold back, holding your thighs open with his big hands and licking a bold strip along your core.

Your fingers curl in his hair, guiding him towards you like he'd ever dare to pull away. "You taste so good." He says against you and the vibrations have your head spinning.

His tongue traces your folds, leaving no inch untouched before peeking into you.

As always, it's heavenly and there's no stopping the soft moans that leave your lips at his every move. His hands stop you every time you try to close your thighs around his head, forcing you to feel the total bliss he's bringing you.

"Fuck, Spence, keep going." You moan, rolling your hips in time with his tongue moving inside you.

"Feels good?" He asks you, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes as he focuses on his task. You whine loudly, nodding. "Come on, baby, cum for me."

You can't not oblige his instruction and you effortlessly come around his tongue, waves of pleasure taking over you. He doesn't stop until you've ridden out your high, letting you come down from your high gently and making sure to savor every drop of you.

He's beaming when he looks up at you, clearly proud of his efforts. "Good?" He double-checks.

You nod, cupping his cheek. "Very. I hope you're hungry for real food now because I'm cooking you breakfast as a thank you."

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stigmalarity · 10 months

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college roommate!Miguel x reader

| gn! reader, masturbation, dildos, voyeurism

College Roommate!Miguel who gets back to your shared apartment after class and is puzzled by the noise complaint tacked to the door.

The fine print describes loud noises during the hours that he’s not at home, meaning it would have to be you. But that’s still odd.

In the handful of months that the two of you have been roommates, he’s never known you to be loud. In actuality, most people would probably consider you the perfect roommate. You’re quiet, clean up after yourself, cook extra food for him, stay on top of chores, and mostly stick to your room. When the two of you do spend time together, it’s never awkward, just… comfortable. Neither of you feel the need to over-exert yourselves with social interaction while in the comforts of your own home.

Miguel likes being around you. He thinks you’re pretty.

He brings up the complaint that night as you cook dinner side-by-side.

“By the way, I came home to a noise complaint today,” he says, chopping up veggies to throw into the noodle dish you’re making. “It said something about loud noises, but it’s only during the hours when I’m not around. Have you heard anything?”

He doesn’t look at your face, but he notices the way you pause.

“Oh, um,” you start, stirring up the noodles in the wok. “I dunno, I must have been playing my music a little too loud while you were at school. My bad,” you reply. “I’ll try to keep it down.”

Miguel shrugs. “Got it. No worries,” he replies. Since he’s never experienced you being loud, he doesn’t really know what else it could be. He lifts the cutting board, and sweeps the veggies into the wok.

It’s not until a week later when his final lecture of the day gets canceled that he figures out what the noise complaint could have been about.

He doesn’t see you when he walks in, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s only when he takes out his headphones that he hears it.

His first guess is that you’re crying, and it’s technically none of his business to figure out why. As he gets closer, though, he hears it; slick, wet sounds accompanied by your voice, a bit muffled, letting out the most debauched, lecherous wails he’s ever heard.

By some sheer, dumb stroke of fate, your door is open just a crack. His palms are sweating and his pants are tightening as he approaches. He considers turning away when suddenly he hears you, clear as day. You must have pulled away from whatever you had been pressing your face into.

“F-fuh- oh, god- Fuck, Miguel!”

All the blood in his body rushes to his cock, and he’s stepping closer faster than he can think, his eyes trained on that crack in the door. When he sees you, his mind goes blank.

You’re on your knees on the bed, your chest pressed to the sheets and your cheek turned away from him. Your arm is tucked under your torso and between your legs, fucking yourself silly with a flesh tan dildo that for a moment, reminds him of his own cock. Your pretty hole is absolutely soaked, and there's a frothy, white ring gathered at the base of the dildo that he wants to see you lick off.

He stays there, his hand squeezing at his now ridiculously hard cock over his pants as you push yourself up to face the headboard, adjust the dildo underneath you, and start bouncing.

You moan his name again. Then, as if remembering something, you press your hand over your mouth, swallowed by the sleeve of the hoodie that your other hand is tugging up your waist. The bed creaks beneath you, but you keep going.

Arousal lurches hot in his stomach when he realizes the hoodie is one he’s been missing for weeks.

Miguel only lets himself watch for a few more moments, hungrily taking in every inch of you, every noise that escapes your pretty lips and committing it to memory before he turns around and walks back to the door. He opens it wide, then slams it shut, loud enough for you to hear. Your moaning ceases.

His eyes are trained on your bedroom door as you rush over and shut it completely.

#this came to me in a vision as i was washing off my toys in the bathroom sink #winnie writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x you #atsv x y/n #spider man 2099 x reader #atsv x you #atsv smut

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billskeis · 6 months

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bill smut where he has a sort of wet dream and eats out the reader in her sleep (w her consent ofc) and then she softly rides him once she wakes up because theyre both pretty tired since its like late?? TYY

ᡣ𐭩 sleepy sex w bill

eyes wide open, bill couldn’t help but softly groan at the growing tightness in his pants. his highly vivid imaginations during the night had led him to dream about you and him engaging in well.. some very, indecent activities.

he knows exactly what to do about this, problem.

turning to his left side, he looks at your sleeping body. turned away from him cuddling the plush that he bought for you on one of your first dates. it specifically was a hedgehog and you wanted that one because it reminded you of him.

he wishes that were him you were hugging. and due to the lack of attention he’s receiving, decides that now is the time for payback.

lucky for him, all you wore to bed that night was a tank top and your panties. this for him, by all means, gives him easy access to what he desires the most. sliding down the bed to reach your lower body, he slides his hands up and down your legs, feeling the supple skin under his touch.

inhaling a deep breath, his fingers meet the edges of your panties to which he begins to slide down your legs ever so slowly, allowing them to hook at the ends of your ankles.

squirming a bit, he firmly holds your thighs down with each of his hands, head leaning into your cunt to lick a long stripe.

drawing his tongue between your folds, he’ll occasionally switch from doing that, inserting his tongue in and suckling on your clit. this leads you to stir awake from your slumber, grabbing onto the black locks on his head from in between your legs.

“b-bill..” “m’ sorry meine liebe..but i need you so bad right now.”

he’s now licking up and down your folds, your stomach clenches and you moan softly to the sensation, half hoping it won’t stop but also it does so you can go back to sleep. your mind is all scrambled as his tongue abuses your cunt.

“fuck..” “mm? feels good doesn’t it?”

lifting his head up, he wipes his chin, “get up baby.” his demand leads you to oblige to his words, he sits up, torso leaning on your headboard. your body heavy, yearning for slumber, but you want to be good for bill because he was so generous to eat you out.

holding his hand out under your cunt, you lower your body slightly to grind on his hands, pads of his fingers hitting the right spot leading your legs to sway a bit. he then frees his obvious hard on from his boxers, slathering the wet juices from your pussy onto the tip of his dick, mixing his precum with yours together.

bills hands snake around your ass, kneading it to then guide your hips closer to his. aligning his tip to your entrance, his mouth falls agape as soon as he enters you. “h-holy fuck yes..” bill can’t help but moan, it’s been a while since you guys done it and the sensation feels just as good as it has before.

you shudder with every inch of dick sliding into you, not only is he long but he’s big. it makes you laugh mentally to think someone this cute has such a big dick and knows how to use it.

“you okay baby?” he asks, placing a kiss on your lips, “mhm,”nodding, he begins to lift you up and down his length.

as you ride bill, you can’t help but moan softly. it’s late, and you’re tired, but holy shit.. his length hits all places good, the tip of his dick hits a certain spot that sends electricity up your body.

your legs are all achy, pain surges through your lower body, “m’ so tired bill..” shaking your head to initiate that you can’t move anymore. but instead bill holds your hair tight, fingers entangled with your hair, “nuh uh, no stopping, i’m close.. please, baby..”

a sob emits from your body, but you had to admit, you yourself are also close to release. you lean your chest to lay on bill’s while softly riding him. it’s not until the certain sensation from your clit rubbing on his lower abdomen with the added pleasure from his dick slowly and deeply hitting your g spot that you shake from orgasm.

trying to ride it out, bill can’t help but hold you still while thrusting up into you. you yelp as bill overstimulates you, having just came, you feel his ropes of cum paint your insides.

heavy breathing is all that’s heard from inside your shared bedroom, is he done? you hope your tired body he is.

bill gently lifts you off from his body, shuddering as you feel his dick slip out your sensitive cunt, he gets up from the bed to grab tissue. wiping him off to then clean up the cum from between your legs.

discarding the tissue to a nearby garbage, he comes back into bed finding you already laying down so quickly, “hold on princess, just one more thing.” he slips up the panties that were dangling off your ankles right back onto your body. to your surprise bill softly smacks your ass which leads you to yelp, him snorting at your reaction. “bill!” “what??”

laying down he begins peppering you with kisses, he hugs your waist and brings you closer to him. “thank you so much my love, i’ll make sure to make it up to you,” you scoff, “you better bill, you just woke me up from my beauty sleep.” he giggles and just kisses you again, “g’night schatz,” “night bill.”

you wondered for a bit, bill’s libido isn’t as high as you’ve always thought it to be.. so why tonight out of all nights? but that’s a discussion for another night.

that is, this becomes a daily occurrence and you just end up finding out on your own that his libido is definitely WAY HIGHER than you suspected ;).

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp

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loveletters-fromnora · 21 days

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Movie Night With Yuuji Itadori.

Yuuji Itadori x Afab!reader

Yuuji is aged up to 21+!! This is just a short little thingy I did because i couldn't get it out of my head (:

Warnings — smut, female!bodied reader, fingering

Reblogs and feedback are really appreciated!

Yuuji can be very handsy when he's watching movies with you. Especially when you're lying on the couch and he's lying behind you and spooning you. He cannot keep those large and strong hands to himself.

His eyes will be focused on the TV and try as he might he can't stop his hands from caressing your legs, your waist, your torso. He can't stop himself from letting his hand slide under your shirt to caress your stomach and inch up every time his hand moves until he's cupping one of your perfect perky breasts in his hands and letting his thumb and index finger gently pinch your pretty nipples, even if it's just for a short time.

His hand definitely won't stay there either, he'll slide his hand down your torso and sneak it between your legs where he'll cup your cute little pussy, slowly but deliberately caressing you. By then your cheeks are burning scarlet and you're internally begging for more.

But you don't move, you know where this always leads. So does Yuuji. As much as you want to be bent over on the couch and having Yuuji pounding into you, you let him go at his own pace.

When Yuuji's hand finds the hem of your shorts, his hand will slowly slide in, past your panties and he'll let out a deep exhale when he feels just how wet you are.

“So wet” he whispers into your ear as his long fingers find your cute little clit, rubbing gentle, teasing circles on the sensitive skin that has you squirming and wanting more. “Fuck…” you whimper, pushing your ass against his loins.

Yuuji slides two of his long fingers inside you, knowing exactly how to curl them to have you writhing against him and having you let out those high pitched little moans he loves hearing so much. He can't help but to rut his hardening cock against your ass. Fuck, his pants was starting to feel really uncomfortable. He wanted to be inside you.

“That's it, sweetheart…” he whispers into your ear as his head dips down to leave wet kisses on your neck as he starts to relentlessly pump his digits in and out of you, over and over. He couldn't give a damn about what was on the TV now. All he cared about was the sweet sounds you were making and the feeling of your sweet little cunt creaming around his fingers.

“Fuck… y-yuuji–” you let out a breathy moan at the pace of his fingers, and how his palm pressed firmly against your clit, moving along with the gyrations of his fingers inside you. The sensation sends you into a dizzying orgasm that has your walls squeezing and creaming around his fingers.

Yuuji groaned, his movements slowing before coming to a stop and he slowly pulled his fingers from your wet cunt, bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licked your essence off his digits as he looked at your flustered, panting state. You were so wrong if you thought he was done with you just yet…

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #yuuji itadori #itadori #Yuuji #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori smut #itadori x reader #itadori smut #yuuji x reader #yuuji smut

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writeonwhiskey · 1 month

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the skz house: ch 16 (18+)

a/n: see, i didn't keep you waiting that long this time. thank you to @bahablastplz for editing! and thank you to @ashleighland for helping me brainstorm through this scene!

[ read chapter fifteen here ]

Chapter Sixteen: Of Cuffs and Chan

A wave of embarrassment washes over you—drenches you. You had intentions of being drenched tonight, just not like this. You feel the heat in you rising to your face as your eyes begin to prickle. Chan has now walked out of a room twice to get away from your advances. You have never presumed to be some expert level seductress, but him thwarting your attempts and leaving you alone with your thoughts feels soul crushing.

This was a terrible idea.

How could you have been so incredibly mistaken to think this would work? You have to get up, get out of this room. You hope Chan has at least left the hallway. You don’t want to see him when you leave. You can’t face him again tonight.

You try to blink away the tears, but a few fall down your cheek anyway. You look to the nightstand where you left the key, previously having hoped if he saw fit to uncuff you at some point he could because you obviously can’t do it yourself. You should have read the back of the packaging. It mentioned something about a safety release button. You sit up on the bed, angling your head to inspect the cuffs through your water-blurred gaze. There are enough chain links connecting the cuffs that you have a bit of slack to bring it closer to you.

The sound of the door opening again draws your attention away from the handcuff debacle. You want to be stubborn, to keep your eyes focused on the handcuffs and not turn to see who it is. You wouldn’t put it past him to send Hyunjin to take you away at this point. You’d be mortified for him to see you like this, cuffed and crying.

The door closes and your curiosity gets the best of you. You turn your head slightly and see that it’s Chan. His face is hardened, unreadable. Your heartbeat immediately quickens, but you’re not put at ease by his return.

You sit up straight, back against the headboard, arms hanging above your head and knees still pressed firmly together. You suddenly become aware of the tears on your face and avert your eyes to your knees. You don’t want him to see you like this. Why had you opted for the handcuffs? Now you can’t even wipe the stupid tears from your face.

You sniffle as his footsteps approach, stopping next to you. His room isn’t small by any means, but it feels so tiny now. His presence fills up every square inch. You silently plead with him to say something, anything to drown out the deafening sound of your loudly thumping heart.

You take a deep breath, trying to find all the courage that was within you moments ago as you slowly lift your head to look at him. You could be wrong, but there is a slight softness to his gaze. Hardly noticeable to an untrained eye.

“If you uncuff me, I can leave,” you say quietly, jerking your head towards his nightstand where the key is. His eyes flit over to it, then back to you.

He remains silent as he takes a closer look at you, eyes roaming over your body. They linger on your exposed breasts before trailing down your lace covered torso and stop at your knees. He leans to the side, head tilted to peek at the gap between your legs. Without any underwear, your pussy is exposed. He lets out a puff of air at the sight.

“Why would I want to do that?” He asks in a low voice.

From his reaction—coming back, staring at you like this, saying he doesn’t want you to leave…that must mean there’s still a chance. At this point, though, you don’t even know what you really want to use the chance for. To win the competition or just to let him have his way with you.

You rock your hips upwards once and his tongue snakes out, licking at the corner of his mouth. He stands up straight and takes a step forward so he’s standing right next to you.

He reaches out with his other hand, gently cupping your face and wiping away the tears on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You turn your head into his hand and close your eyes, submitting to his touch. You have the sudden urge to word vomit, to tell him how badly you want him, how much you’ve missed him, how you don’t care about the competition—he can fuck you and you won’t tell anyone. You’ll stay so, so quiet that no one will hear anything. You’ll tell everyone your plan failed just please, please don’t stop touching you.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” he says, “and look what you do to me, y/n.” He grips his growing bulge through his jeans.

You feel the tiniest bit of relief dousing your worries.

“Do you wanna feel it?” He asks.

You nod eagerly in response.

He grabs the key to the handcuffs from the nightstand and makes quick work of releasing one of your hands. He takes your free wrist in his hand and guides it to the top of his jeans. You fumble with the button, all anxious, excited and nervous at the same time, but eventually slip it through the hole. As you tug down on his zipper, he takes off his hoodie and tosses it to the ground.

You cautiously slip your hand through the opening in his jeans and cup his dick in your hand. When you give a squeeze, his hand grabs your wrist again, stopping your movements. It was a short-lived freedom but you enjoyed it, nonetheless.

He raises your arm back above your head and slips your hand back into the cuff. He trails his fingers down your wrist, down your arm, down your neck, back and forth across your collarbone, then down some more. The trail he leaves behind makes you burn with desire—your nipples harden just from this light touch and you press your knees together even harder.

“This outfit? The handcuffs? Why?” He asks, stopping his hand just above your breast.

“To fully offer myself to you,” you say slowly. “To relinquish complete control.”

“Is that something you actually want to do?” He counters, hand still hovering above your breast. You want him to touch it so badly. “Or is it just to bring an end to the competition?”

“The first one,” you reply, squirming on the bed, yearning for his touch now that it’s so close to actually happening. “I want to do this with you, not for you or because of the challenge.”

And it’s the truth. In this moment you don’t give a damn about winning anything.

His hand skips over your breast. He brushes the back of his fingers along the lace covering your torso, up your thighs, over your knees, down your legs and you can’t keep still. He skirts around the off-limit areas, so you don’t know what he’s playing at.

His hand leaves you and goes to his pants. He pulls them down along with his boxers, kicking them both aside. At the sight of his cock springing out, you lick your lips in anticipation. It almost feels unreal. This is the closest you’ve been all month, and you want to touch it, taste it, clench around it while it’s inside of you.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He asks as he grips his cock in his left hand.

It sounds like a loaded question. What is he gonna do with you in this current predicament? Or in general?

“Whatever you want,” you say, licking your lips again, watching him hold his cock. How can he make you feel jealous of him? You want to be the one doing that. You want to touch and please every part of him you’ve been deprived of for weeks.

“Hmm,” he hums, stroking himself while he reaches out to caress your exposed skin again with his right hand—still steering clear of the forbidden zones. “I never really cared much about the competition, you know.”

“Chan,” you whisper, unable to tear your gaze away from his cock and hand at work, desperate to take on the burden for him.

“Not about winning, anyways,” he continues, fingertips grazing across your body, “It’s more about keeping a firm line between me and my assignee. To make it clear that I don’t need them…don’t need you.”

You look up at him, trying to focus on what he’s saying rather than the way your body is aching for him.

“When this ends…it ends. And normally it’s not an issue,” his tone remains calm, almost warm, as he speaks. “But look at you, y/n.”

His hand finally lands on your breast, gripping it firmly in his palm, squeezing as it slips through his fingers until he has hold of just your nipple. He pinches it, twisting slightly. You gasp softly, arching your back.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he declares.

You could squeal, you could cry, you could fucking die of happiness from his admission. You open your mouth to speak, to beg, but he lets go of your nipple and rests his hand on your knee. He releases his cock and shakes his head.

“Are you trying to ruin me?”

A look of confusion takes over your features at the question. Why would he think that? If anything, you should be asking him that.

“No,” you shake your head, pure innocence radiating from you at the accusation. “I would never.”

His lip twitches and a smirk appears for a split second before he regains his composure. He’s in his element now, enjoying teasing you. His hand on your knee slides down the inside of your thigh, eyes locked on yours. Your body responds immediately, hips jerking as he moves closer and closer to your center.

“You make me feel like I’m going to lose it—go insane,” he says as his hand reaches your pussy. “Do you feel it too?”

He uses his pointer and ring finger to spread your lips apart, stroking between your folds with his middle.

It’s impossible to concentrate on what he’s saying when you finally have him touching you again. You certainly know what he’s done to make you feel like you’re losing it…but what have you done to him?

Before you have a chance to respond, he removes his hand. Without a word, he turns and walks to the bathroom. You watch him, wanting to scream for him to come back to you, to keep touching you.

He walks straight to shower and turns it on. He doesn’t even wait for the water to warm up before stepping in.

He’s going to leave you like this?

Of course he is.

You could find the release button on the handcuffs and leave, but you won’t. This is what he wants from you, and this is what you want to give. Your obedience. So, you stay put, sliding your legs against each other to create some kind of friction between them in the meantime.

You’re not sure how long passes before the water turns off. It doesn’t seem like he wanted to intentionally drag out his time in the shower. Your eyes are on him as soon as he steps out. You watch as he grabs a towel and dries off. You chew on your bottom lip, wondering if he’s going to put on clothes and just sleep with you here next to him like this. Now that you would not be in to. Or would you?

He starts walking towards you, naked, toned, fucking chiseled as he dries his hair. His cock is still hard, and you can only imagine what kind of scenarios were playing out in his head as he showered to keep it that way. He stops at your side once again, his fresh and clean aroma filling your senses.

He hooks a finger under your chin, tilts your head up, then leans down to kiss you. Just a quick peck. His hand slides around to the back of your neck, lightly stroking the nape before pulling you forward. He grips his cock with his other hand and you part your lips, eager to take him in your mouth.

“Is this what you want?” he asks as he stops pulling you forward, gently wagging his cock in front of you. Like he’s teasing his pet with a treat.

“Yes. Please,” you reply, damn near salivating.

“Please what?”

He pushes his hips forward to close the distance, rubbing the tip of his dick from one side of your chin to the other, stopping just beneath the middle of your bottom lip.

“Please fuck my face, Chan.” You say, looking up at him.

He pats your cheek and nods. To your surprise he then steps up onto the bed and stands directly over you, feet on either side of you. Now this is a fucking view.

“Open.”

You drop your jaw. Your range of motion is severely limited, being cuffed to the bed and all, so he takes it from there. You swirl your tongue around the tip as he slowly slides it in while groaning, then side to side along the bottom as he goes in further. You’ve missed the taste of him is all you can think.

He stops about two-thirds of the way in and you use the opportunity to take a deep breath, exhaling through your nose. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, gazing down at you as if he’s trying to save the image of your mouth stuffed with his cock to memory.

He pushes forward a little more then withdraws, moving faster each time he repeats the process. You bob your head forward, as much as you can, to meet his thrusts. You focus on keeping your jaw and throat relaxed, meanwhile you’re unable to control the sounds coming from your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n,” he groans, gripping your hair with one hand as he furiously fucks your face.

You don’t want to imagine how you look—deepthroating Chan, all the saliva that’s built up and spilling out of your mouth and around his dick. It doesn’t sound like a pretty sight, but he seems to enjoy it.

He starts grunting and groaning as he thrusts and suddenly pulls away from you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He releases your hair and steps back before getting on his knees, essentially straddling you, dick hovering just above your stomach. He rests his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily. He must have just narrowly stopped himself from coming, is your guess.

“Chan,” you say his name softly.

He turns to look at you, raising a hand to wipe the dribble around your mouth.

“Hmmm?”

“Please touch me,” you try your best to sound like you’re not whining as you rub your legs together.

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

“Here?” he asks, wrapping his hand around your neck, squeezing it.

You moan in response.

He leans forward to capture your lips, kissing you deeply. His tongue invades your mouth, greedily lapping up the taste of himself on you. You kiss him back, your head slowly following his lead, tilting from left to right as he does the same.

His teeth graze your bottom lip, tugging on it as he pulls away from you. His eyes lock with your for a moment, feeling like less of a mystery than ever before, but you could just be delusional at this point.

He slides back on your legs and rearranges himself until he’s lying flat on his stomach. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and gets comfortable.

“Incredible,” he says while looking at your pussy.

“Yeah?” You ask, uncertain.

“Fuck yes,” he replies with a curt nod.

He moves his face directly between your legs and takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent. He nuzzles your pussy with his nose, circling the outside of your lips. You tug on the restraints around your wrists, cursing yourself once more for choosing this particular set up. You want to run your fingers through his damp curls, over his broad shoulders, down his back. But you can’t do any of that.

All you can do is watch. In fucking awe at his uninhibited actions.

He slides his nose up your slit, making it glisten with your slick. You can’t help but shake your legs and thrust your hips forward. He lowers his head again, as if to repeat the same move, but this time his tongue slips out and follows his nose. He laps at you playfully, eliciting moans and silent pleas from you.

When he finally takes you in his mouth completely you gasp. He wastes no time then, licking, sucking, slurping your most sensitive parts. He readjusts himself to slide three fingers inside of you, eyes locked on yours as he does.

“So fucking tight,” he breathes.

You rest your head against the headboard and resist the urge to let your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can’t look away.

“You like my fingers inside of you, y/n?”

“I do,” you nod.

“Filling you up,” he continues, curling his fingers against your walls each time he withdraws. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Chan,” you say his name as a warning as your arch your back.

He stops talking and puts his mouth back to work. He keeps fucking you with his fingers while he sucks on your clit.

“I’m. Gonna. Come,” you manage to get out between panting.

He doesn’t acknowledge your statement; doesn’t make you ask for permission and you take that as a sign to let go. You rock your hips against his fingers and face as you come, biting your bottom lip to keep from being too loud but it doesn’t work. You don’t know what time it is or if anyone can hear.

Chan keeps at it until you start squirming your hips away from his touch.

He chuckles as he resurfaces, nose and mouth glistening. He takes his fingers out of you, spreading them apart and watching as your juices stretch between them. He reaches forward, offering them to you. You open your mouth to accept, circling your tongue around them clockwise, greedily cleaning each digit.

When he takes his fingers out, he sits up, positioning himself so the back of your thighs rest on the front of his, legs hanging on either side of him. His eyes dance across your body again, hands moving up to grip your breasts. He kneads them, pinching the nipple each time he gets to the top.

“Can I keep you here like this?” He asks teasingly, a playful glint in his eyes.

You don’t trust yourself to respond. You’d say yes, and you don’t know if he’s serious or not, but you wouldn’t put it past him.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He says again to your silence.

“Fuck me,” you suggest.

He lets out a breath, trailing one hand down your torso, scratching at the fabric of your lingerie with his nails. His hands start moving you, turning you onto your side then once more until you’re on your stomach. The chain between the handcuffs become twisted, restricting your hand movements even further. He grips your hips and pulls you up until you’re on your knees. He holds you in this position, pressing himself against you and rocking his hips forward.

He leans down over you, his chest against your back and it’s so fucking warm. You close your eyes at the feeling of him covering you. His right hand releases your waist to prop a pillow up in front of you to lean against. It’s these little details that remind you and allow you to see how thoughtful he can be. Granted, it’s while he’s having his way with you, but on some level he’s still concerned with your comfort.

He kisses along your shoulder blades, to your neck and stops at your ear.

“Bite the pillow,” is his whispered command.

You shiver and hold onto the headboard for dear life. His right hand grips your shoulder while the other remains at your hip. You feel him shift around behind you until his dick is positioned right against your opening. He grips your shoulder as he enters you and a long, slow moan escapes your lips.

His hand on your shoulder moves to your neck, forcing you down towards the pillow.

“Bite,” he repeats.

You open your mouth and clamp your teeth around the pillow in front of you as Chan starts to relentlessly plow into you from behind.

The pillow serves its purpose, suppressing the loud sounds you’re making as he fucks you. He slams into you quick and fast at first, resting inside for a moment before pulling out and slamming right back in. Then he picks up the pace, thrusting in and out at his own rhythm, releasing your hip to slap your ass every so often before gripping it again to force you back against him.

Your face is contorted against the pillow, and you don’t even care that you’re drooling all over it with your mouth clamped around it.

“Can you come for me again?” He asks, reaching around with his hand to rub your clit between your legs.

The way Chan is making you feel is insurmountable. Pussy dripping, walls stretched with him inside of you. And it’s been so long. Too long. You give a nod and he pulls out all stops, the sound of your thighs smacking against each other echo throughout the room accompanied by your muffled moans.

Your pussy clenches around him as you come. You bend down even lower, arching your back and bouncing your hips against his as you do.

“Fuck yeah. Take it,” he groans. “Make it yours.”

Encouraged by his words you thrust back against him even harder, gripping onto the headboard for leverage. You lift your head and release the pillow from your mouth, tossing your hair back over your shoulder. Chan seizes the opportunity to grip your hair in his hands, forcing your head upwards as you keep fucking him.

He starts meeting your thrusts, one hand on your hip pulling you back against him with all his might. You feel him tense up behind you and he quickly withdraws. In an instant you feel his warm release coating your back. He groans with each spurt that pours out of him.

He smacks your ass once more for good measure before allowing you to collapse onto the bed—as much as you can with your hands still cuffed. He takes a foot off the bed and leans over to grab something before you feel him wiping his come off your back. He then grabs the key to the cuffs and unlocks each wrist. You twirl them around and stretch each finger once they’re free.

You didn’t know before how much you needed that. Needed him. You wonder, for a brief moment, if the closeness you shared will go away now. Will he stop talking to you and sharing things about his life now that he can just fuck you and call it a day again?

He splays out on the bed, laying on his back as he catches his breath.

“I lost,” he announces.

“Are you upset?” You ask, turning on your side to face him.

“Upset?” He repeats. “No…concerned? Maybe.”

You feel like you could ask him to explain that more and he would. But you don’t, you’re afraid of the answer. A part of you wants to remain in this delusion. Though the Fall semester is coming to an end, you still have the Spring semester to get through. You don’t want to acknowledge or even think about what the end of the school year will mean for the bonds you’ve built with Chan, Hyunjin, and the others.

Not right now.

You scooch over closer to him.

“Is this okay?” You ask—meaning, should I go back to my own bed?

He’s silent for a few seconds, but then his arm wraps around you, pulling you even closer.

“Do you want to take that off?” He asks, pulling at the strap of your lingerie.

“Are you tired of looking at it?”

“Nah,” he says. “You could wear that every fucking day and I wouldn’t get tired of seeing you in it. You look amazing.”

You’ve never heard so many compliments from him in one sitting. You snuggle up closer to him, hooking one leg over his. You stifle a yawn as your adrenaline levels return to normal, reminding you of the long weekend and even longer day you’ve had.

“Chan?”

“Hmmm?”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He chuckles loudly at that. The sound enters your ear against his chest and fills you with a foreign warmth. As much as you worry that his guard will go back up, you’re growing even more terrified of him bringing it down and letting you in.

On the 1st of December, Lee Know is crowned champion. He abstained—much to Allie’s chagrin. She swears she’ll never offer anal sex to him again since he wanted to be so stubborn.

The other members congratulate you with literal pats on the back and head as if you’ve accomplished something major. Chan seems to take it all in stride. He doesn’t seem embarrassed or ashamed that he lost in the slightest. He woke up the next morning and wrote his name on the board before you both headed to class together.

You, Charlotte, and Rhiannon have won your trips. Wherever you want to go. As you mull it over the next couple days, you decide to use it for winter break, knowing your parents won’t be home.

Lee Know also just so happens to be in charge of getting everything coordinated for you.

“You get to take one member,” he advises you, sitting next to you on the sofa as he absentmindedly scrolls through the TV channels.

“That I’m assigned to?”

“Any, really but…I guess it would be awkward if you took someone else.” He says with a smirk. “Is this your way of asking me to come with you?”

You arch an eyebrow before rolling your eyes. Though you’ve gotten even, you still haven’t forgiven him for teasing you.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well then.” He shrugs. “Your loss. But I need to know the name of who you’re taking to book flights.”

“Hyunjin,” you say without missing a beat.

The thought of spending winter break on a warm, sunny beach sounds amazing. Did you just have an unforgettable night with Chan? Yes. But you want to enjoy your time on vacation and not be fraught with worry or second guessing everything you do. You know Hyunjin will put you at ease in every way possible.

“You might want to run that by him,” he replies. “I think he’s planning to go back to Seoul.”

You rack your brain for any conversation you’ve had with him recently where it was mentioned but can’t come up with any. The boy hates making plans so much he can’t even remember when he actually has them. He’s lucky he’s so fucking adorable.

“What if they both are? Can I go alone?”

“This trip is funded by our allowances,” he explains, “You have to go with one of us. Maybe choose different dates?”

You scrunch up your face at the thought. You had your heart set on this impromptu Christmas vacation.

“Talk to Hyunjin and Chan, then let me know.”

You nod and stand from the couch.

“Y/N?” He calls out to you as you start to walk away. You turn back around to face him. “Tread lightly.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused.

“Chan has never lost this competition before and I don’t know what’s going on between you two but…there’s only one way for this to end.”

“And how is that?”

“With you on your own,” he shrugs. “Chan, Hyunjin—none of us can have any contact with you after the school year is over. I don’t want to see anyone get hurt. Especially Chan.”

You’re puzzled at his frankness. Lee Know cares? About anything? But also, you don’t think Chan is capable of hurting. He can be wounded, sure, and lash out. But hurt? Like, actually feel feelings? And because of you? No way.

But as you think back to the night you got him to break…maybe his façade is failing him. Maybe his walls are coming down. Well, fuck. That’s what you’ve always wanted and now you’re not sure if it’s such a good idea or not. You have no doubt he’ll do what he’s supposed to when this is all over—leave you. But what will you do? Can you move on from both him and Hyunjin without ever looking back?

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you tell him before turning back around and walking towards the stairs.

Yes, you will keep it in mind. In the furthest, deepest corner of your mind. Right now, you want to focus on enjoying the time you have left with both of them.

[ read chapter seventeen here ]

a/n: a lot to unpack there. hope you enjoyed! like, comment & reblog to show your support. i am working on the next chapter already, however next week i'm having all the carpet in my house replaced with wood flooring and am not sure how much time i'll have to write with all that chaos going on.

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rice purity (pt 2) - lip gallagher

hey sexy people. here is a fun little surprise. thanks to abbi and izzie for motivating me.

NOTES: smut, lip x reader, fingering, teasing, piv sex, woo wooooo!!!!

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“can i kiss you?”

he was looking into my eyes with such intensity i thought i might burst into flames. i’m not entirely sure how i got the words out. “yes,”

it came out more of a whisper than a real word, but it was all he needed. his hand already on my cheek, i watched him smile inches from my face and then close his eyes. i followed suit, tilting my head ever so slightly to the right.

his lips pressed against mine slowly, and i could feel his breath on my tongue. i sifted my hands through his hair, tugging softly as he pulled back. “was that okay?”

i laughed.

“what? what’s so funny?” he looked genuinely concerned.

“feel my fucking heartbeat, lip,” i took his hand and put it against my bare chest, right above my heart. he watched me move his hand, a blush rising in his cheeks.

“jesus,” he said, his eyes meeting mine again. “if that’s all from one kiss…” he trailed off, a glint in his eye as a mischievous smile played on his face.

“shut up and kiss me again, gallagher.” i said, leaning back into him. this kiss was bigger, messier. more passionate. he was testing the bounds i supposed, seeing how far he could go until i told him to stop. he kept kissing me, his hand never moving from my chest.

he pulled back slightly as i went in, drawing me to him without actually kissing me. torture. i opened my eyes to see him and his shit faced grin. he went back in, this time pulling me by the legs towards him so i was even closer to his body.

the kisses were turning intense, feverish even. his tongue was playing tricks on my lips, moving in ways jack dawson certainly couldn’t. i was panting, and i felt him pull away as i caught my breath. he moved in towards me, grazing my neck with his tongue.

i shivered in his lap, and he laughed into my skin. “a little jumpy, are we?”

the gravel in his voice made my heart skip. he began kissing my neck, sucking and licking and nipping right below my ear. “fuck, lip…” i groaned, my nails slipping over his neck and jaw, anywhere i could reach him.

“mm what’s that?” he asked. “you want another hickey to match the first?”

i nod ungraciously, unable to form words. my breathing sharp and raspy, i let him kiss everywhere he could possibly touch on my neck, then slowly lick from my chin up the side of my jaw to my ear.

i opened my eyes in shock as he gave me a little nip on my earlobe. i could feel his smile. i pushed him away from my neck and stared at him.

“okay?” he said.

“very,” i told him, grinning.

“why’d you stop me?”

“i need to make sure your heart’s going as fast as mine.”

i put my hand over his heart, and sure enough, it was racing.

“you know, i don’t think you can feel it well enough,” lip said, returning my smile.

“whatever shall i do?” i teased.

he leaned in to my ear. “i think you know.”

i exhaled at his words, then slowly gripped the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull. i got it over his head and threw it unceremoniously to a corner of the room, ravishing his torso with my eyes.

he grabbed my chin lightly and tilted it up towards his face. “eyes up here,” he said, mocking offense.

“not today,” i said, before slipping off the couch and onto the ground before him. i raised myself on my knees and looked up at him.

he sat up like a shot. “no way in hell i’m letting you go down on me before i’ve gone down on you.”

i pretended his words didn’t strike something animal in me. “bold of you to assume that’s what i was about to do, lip.”

he widened his eyes and leaned back into the couch. “carry on, then,” he said.

i sat up straighter and put my hands on his hips. i looked into his eyes and began to lick a line from below his belly button all the way to his neck, not breaking eye contact once. i continued, feeling his body tense every time i hit a sensitive spot on his abdomen.

when i got to his neck, i licked up his chin and into his mouth, feeling him lean into me and pull me up to him. he yanked me onto his lap, my knees straddling him as he panted.

he pulled me in tighter, kissing my neck and pulling back. “god i can’t be close enough to you,” another kiss. “i want to be everywhere inside of you.” i made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a laugh and started to grind on him. his obvious hardon was not giving me anywhere near enough friction through his jeans and mine.

lip suddenly got off the couch and yanked his pants down, kicking them to the side of the room.

i stared stared up at him, mouth slightly open. “what the fuck are you waiting for?” he asked, gesturing for me to get up. “take your fucking pants off!!”

“jesus,” i said, scrambling to get off the couch. “didn’t know you were so needy.”

“really? you didn’t?”

he sat back down on the couch and lifted me by the thighs to straddle him again. “you didn’t know i’ve wanted you for years?” i ground against him, his words conjuring memories. “didn’t know i’ve touched myself thinking about you almost every night?”

“fuck, lip…” i moaned, putting my hands around his neck as he guided my hips against him.

“you didn’t know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you on this couch every time we’ve hung out in here?”

now i was really grinding, his dick perfectly hitting my clit through our underwear. my mouth slightly open, i leaned closer into his face, letting him take over.

“how much i’ve wanted to make you cum? watch you cum?”

i moaned at his words, my stomach burning. “then shut up and make me,” i said, hoping he really would.

“mm mm,” he said. i could feel him shake his head and kiss me quickly. he lifted my bra over my head and leaned in, licking my nipple lightly as i pleaded for him to do more. he obliged, sucking and giving me a little bite, enough for me to jump in his lap.

then everything stopped, his hands stilling my hips.

“what the fuck?” i said. “i was about to cum.”

“aw. poor poor girl,” lip pouted. he rolled his eyes. “i’m gonna make you cum. calm down.”

“doubtful,” i teased.

“sorry? what was that??” he feigned, putting a hand behind his ear.

“oh, i just said go right ahead. i have full confidence.”

“turn around,” lip said, making me get up and turn, then sit back down on his lap, my back facing him. i put my arms around him, leaned back, and kissed his jaw. he placed a soft finger below my belly button, trailing it up to my ribcage. i thought he’d finally start touching me when he shook his head again. “go get the mirror.”

he was pointing to the old full length mirror i’d had for years. it had polaroids of us tacked on the sides, but besides the dust on the edges it was still in pretty good condition.

i groaned and got up again, taking the mirror and asking him with my eyes where he wanted it. he pointed to the space directly in front of him, and i realized.

“you are one sick fuck, you know that?” i said, sitting back down on his lap.

“why, because i want you to watch yourself cum?”

“yes. that is exactly why.”

he rubs his palms gently across my thighs, laying his head on my shoulder. “don’t pretend you’re not turned on by the idea,” he whispered in my ear. “that it doesn’t make you soaked.”

i shivered. “can you touch me already?”

he shrugged, bringing a finger around and down to my underwear. “i suppose.”

i rolled my eyes but let my head fall back against his chest as he pressed his index against my clit through my underwear. “lip,” i begged. “don’t be a fucking tease.”

he pressed harder, rubbing in circles through the layer. i let out a breathy sigh, but it wasn’t enough. i raised my arm to his neck. “more,” i asked, gripping his face.

“like,” he said, pausing as his hand crept inside my underwear and he slid a finger through the slick. “this?”

i nodded breathlessly, waiting for him to finish what he’d started. he moved two fingers slightly inside of me, collecting everything he’d given me.

“knew you’d be so fucking wet for me.”

“you’re awfully cocky for someone who hasn’t even made me cum yet.” i said with a gasp as he finally touched my clit.

“wanna say that again?” he drew slow circles on me, pressing slightly to make it even better.

“just like that,” i whined, squeezing my eyes shut.

“nuh uh. open your eyes,” lip scolded, stopping his hand until i opened my eyes. “look at yourself. fucking gorgeous, letting me play with your pretty pussy.”

i moaned, reaching back to tangle my hands in lip’s hair. he leaned into my neck, sucking and biting and kissing everywhere he could reach. i tugged on his hair and he let out a soft moan. “you like that, gallagher?”

i did it again, taking notice of the sounds eliciting from his mouth against my neck. his finger faltered on my clit and he grabbed my hands from his hair. “don’t. cant focus when you do that.”

i let out a breathless laugh, then a gasp when he added another finger against my center. “so fucking good, lip.”

“this how you do it when you’re alone? you touch yourself and think about all the things i could do to you?” i nodded, breathless. “tell me what you think about.”

i let out a shaky gasp, his fingers slowing down and lightly grazing my clit, making me shiver.

“think about you. just like this, fingering me on your couch,” i start, watching him smile deviously in the mirror. “always imagine they’re your fingers making me feel good.”

“yeah i bet you fuckin do,” lip growled, speeding up against my clit once again.

“fuck!” i moaned, the pressure of his fingers perfectly making my center light up. “lip, i’m so fucking close.” i whimpered, arching my back to get away from his fingers.

he pushed my hips down with his free hand, pressing a bit harder on my clit and rubbing in perfect circles. “then take it. don’t try to run from it, gorgeous.”

i nodded against his back, watching him play with my clit in the mirror, loving the look of pure hunger on his face. “just let it go. cum on my fingers, baby.”

just like that, i snap, my eyes squeezing shut as i contract around air, lip still pressing against my clit and sending me into waves of pleasure. i shake against his back as he whispers in my ear.

“keep going. so pretty, baby. so good for me, cumming on my fingers.”

i try to recenter myself but lip keeps pressing lightly on my clit, making me jump. “lip—i can’t— can’t take anymore.”

“that’s too bad. because i’m not nearly done with you. haven’t even gotten inside you and you’re already fucked out.”

i let my head lean against his chest as he runs his fingers through my cum, collecting it on his hand. he brings it up to my chest, smearing it on my nipples and pinching them lightly.

lip fully picks me up and turns me around on his lap, and i jerk every time my clit brushes his boxers. “so sensitive.” he teases with a grin. he keeps eye contact with me as he leans against my chest and licks my nipple, sucking off all the cum he’d put there. he pulls back with a nip, groaning. “taste so fucking sweet. cant get enough.”

i smile bashfully as he goes back in, letting out a moan as i involuntarily rut my hips against his, pressuring my already sensitive clit.

lip inches his hand down to my waist, softly tracing my skin as i away against him.

“think you can give me another one?”

i nod. “wanna be good for you.”

he looks surprised. “is this a new kink i’ve never known about?”

i shove his face away playfully. “it’s new to me, too.” i confess.

“what, you don’t moan into your pillow that you wanna be my good girl?”

i feel heat rising in my cheeks.

“forgot to tell you. remember two weeks ago when you texted me to come over? i guess you forgot. cause when i got there, you were fucking yourself on your pillow.”

my eyes widened, becoming embarrassed that lip had seen me in that state, rutting desperately against my pillow and probably crying out for him.

“you made me so fucking hard. all i wanted was to go in there and fuck you like you deserved.”

i peered at him with wide eyes. “what was i saying?” i almost didn’t want to know.

“something about how much you wanted me to fuck you. how you wanted to be a good girl, the best girl for me.”

oh fuck. “it’s true.” i whispered.

“well then here’s what’s going to happen,” lip says softly, giving me a kiss to my collarbone. “you’re gonna ride my fingers until you cum. tell me just how you like it. show me. i just wanna make my good girl feel good.”

i swallow. “i’ve never…” i start, unable to finish.

“never what?”

“never gone inside. i don’t really know what i like.”

he grinned. “i guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”

i bit my lip.

his fingers found my entrance, lightly teasing me as he looked into my eyes. “i’m good. please just do it,” i said, thirsty.

he grinned, sliding one finger into me slowly. i groaned at the sensation, simply an intrusion at that point. i felt the rest of his hand against my clit, providing some relief.

“you move whenever you want to.” lip told me.

i nodded, then started to grind. as soon as i started moving, discomfort turned to pleasure. lip’s finger perfectly filling me up and hitting spots i couldn’t reach myself, his hand pressing against my clit deliciously.

“fuck…” i moaned, moving slowly against him.

“that feel good, princess?”

i nodded, too deep in pleasure to articulate real words.

i sped up, rutting against him as he hit every spot inside of me perfectly.

“just like that. fuck my fingers like you fuck your pillow, baby. be so good for me.”

i kept going, speeding up and lifting myself slightly up and then back down onto his finger. but it wasn’t enough.

“want— want another one.”

“dirty girl. one isn’t enough for you?”

i shook my head.

“whatever you want, gorgeous.”

i groaned as lip slid his finger out and slowly put two back in, filling me even further to the brim.

“fuck..!” i groaned, unable to compute with the fullness. “want—want you to fuck me after this.” i said.

he laughed as i rutted desperately against his fingers. “we’ll see.”

i sped up my motions, absolutely needing the friction everywhere. lip groaned at my swaying, reaching to my chest and licking at my nipple. that just about pushed me over the edge.

“lip— oh my fucking god—“

he hummed against my nipple, the vibrations sending shock through my body until i came again, squeezing my eyes tight and seeing white as waves of pleasure washed over me.

i leaned my head against his chest as i came, jerking slightly as my whole body tensed up.

“so perfect for me. so fucking perfect.”

i panted as i leaned back, lip’s fingers still filling me deliciously. he moved them slightly and i jumped a bit.

“too much,” i whined.

“too much? i haven’t even started.” lip said mischievously. “lift up?”

i did, watching lip pull his fingers out of my cunt and up to his lips. he stared into my eyes and licked them absolutely clean, never breaking eye contact. it made my body heat up even more.

i guess two orgasms made me confident. i leaned against his chest and whispered into his ear. “i want you. want your cock. cant stop thinking about how good it’ll feel.”

i could feel his heartbeat quicken as i kissed his ear and neck, leaving a hickey to rival mine. he started to grind against me, pulling my hips down to match his movements.

his boner immediately brushed against my clit, leaving me moaning against his neck. “cant— cant do more of this. i need you.”

“what, you don’t want another one just like this?”

i shook my head and pouted.

“you know what i think?” lip started, leaning in to kiss my neck. “i think you’re already cockdrunk and i haven’t even fucked you yet.” another kiss. “we’ll have to work on that, won’t we?”

i nodded as he kept working on my neck, teasing and teasing and teasing.

“think you’re ready?” lip asked, serious concern on his face. “because i could happily keep doing this, watching you cum over and over…”

i nodded. “yeah. i’m ready. and i want it to be you.” i made a motion to get up and move to the bed, but lip pressed my hips down onto his.

“absolutely not. i’m gonna fucking ruin you on this couch so it’s burned into your memory. so every time you come over, it’ll just be me and my fingers and my tongue how good i made you feel.”

i shivered.

he made a move to flip me over, but i stopped him. “wanna ride you.”

his eyes went wide. “you’re sure?”

i nodded, slipping off of his lap to slide his boxers off his legs. his dick sprung out, long and incredibly hard. i moved back up and kissed the tip before letting him out on a condom.

“how gentlemanly.” i said, sitting back down on his lap. i felt him tense as my bare cunt touched him, the wetness surely making it difficult for him to stay still.

i slowly slid myself onto him, being sure not to go too fast for my own good. he just kept looking into my eyes and nodding slowly, making sure i was okay. he was bottomed out when i spoke.

“can i move? i’m so fucking wet it hurts.”

he nodded frantically. “please. fuck, yes. you feel so fucking good.”

i wrapped my arms around his neck and started to grind, immediately letting out a moan in sync with his. his chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands both around my waist to help me move.

i went faster, cherishing the sounds that were coming from between us.

“you hear that? so fucking wet. so perfect.” lip groaned, moving my hips in time.

i tilted my head back and sped up, my clit rubbing against his skin and tightening the coil in my stomach.

lip started to lift me full up and slide me back down, letting both of us feel it to the fullest extent. i couldn’t keep quiet, letting out moans that i’d never even heard from myself before.

lip’s sounds were heaven, every time he groaned i found myself closer and closer to the edge.

“you fit me so perfectly, baby. like a fucking glove.”

“lip—“

“i know. i can feel it. it’s okay. come for me, right on my cock. i wanna feel you all over me.”

i slammed down on his hips once more before sending my body into shock, my eyes immediately shutting and body tightening as my orgasm broke loose, haywiring every nerve in my body.

that didn’t stop lip. in fact, i think it spurred him on. he kept thrusting into me as i came, whispering out obscenities as i squeezed around him.

“fuck, baby. so good for me.” he said as he slowed down, letting me come down a bit.

“one more. you can take it. i know you can. my tough girl.”

he picked me up and laid me across the arm of the couch, then positioned himself to slide right back in. i moaned out at the new position, feeling so incredibly full. i felt obscene, full to the brim and completely dizzy.

“you like this? feel so fucking dirty, taking it from the back?”

i nodded, and lip started thrusting slowly. he pulled up my body by my chest and held me close to him, his front to my back. i reached back to comb through his hair, and that did it. he was keeping one hand on my hips, and the other reached around to circle my clit. without warning, another orgasm hit me full in the face and made my body collapse.

i squeezed against lip’s cock and felt him twitch. “fuck. gonna come, gorgeous” he moaned breathlessly.

i barely got out the words through my haze. “please.”

just like that i felt him cum, deeply and fully inside of me. he let out an absolutely obscene groan, one from my dreams, and continued to slowly thrust against me to ride it out. at this point i was completely limp against his body, the only thing keeping me up being his one arm wrapped around my chest.

he was panting as he pulled out of me and helped me down onto my back. i reached out for him, my arms outstretched. he laid down behind me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling a blanket over the both of us.

“fuck.” i said softly.

“so it was better than jack dawson?”

i laughed. “than his one kiss? yes.”

it was silent for a lovely moment.

“hey, i know you’re not exactly an expert at this,” lip started before i rolled my eyes. “but you’re actually supposed to pee after sex.”

“jesus, lip. you just made me cum four times and now you’re coaching me on my health?”

“yes. yep. that is exactly what i’m doing.”

“god. i’ll get up in a minute.”

he stroked my hair as we layed in silence.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” i sighed.

“obvious solution is stay the night. then you won’t even have to walk tomorrow.”

i sighed. “i suppose.”

“hey. how many things can you cross off the list now?”

“oh god. i totally forgot. is that really how this started?”

“mm mm.” lip shook his head. “this started way before today. and you know it. all those goddamn glances, the comments, the little touches. i’ve wanted this for so long.”

i turned over and curled up into his chest.

“me too.”

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