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princessbrunette · 6 months

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could you do stepbro!rafe with a breeding kink?

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cw: stepcest, smut, breeding, pregnancy mention, rafe calls you ‘little sis’ once.

It was totally, utterly unfair.

You were picky, picky when it came to food— separating the dry from the wet on your plate with your fork, picky with your clothes — needing the pinks to be the perfect cool tone. Picky with the way you organised your bed, needing the decorative cushions and copious amounts of stuffed animals to be organised in a specific manner in order to feel satisfied. Most importantly, you were picky with your men. It took a lot for you to feel a spark, most of the men you encountered just not even breaching your impossibly high standards.

So why, oh why — did you have to pick your step-brother?

He wasn’t even perfect, not by a long mile. He was aggressive, rude, stuck up, all things you pride yourself on not being. He had a reputation of causing problems, fighting pogues, engaging in scream-offs with his father. But, Rafe Cameron was gorgeous. An innocent smile despite it all, broad, tall and built, grab-able hair.

You hadn’t even realised you’d had a handful of it between your tense fingers until he groaned against your mouth, cock resting against your sodden cunt, sliding against your folds with each buck of his hips. The two of you had snuck upstairs during the infamous Midsummers party, white sundress bunched up around your waist, thin wiry flowercrown fallen, laying beside a teddy bear wearing a sweater at the head of your bed.

He’d been making eyes at you all night, much to your dismay after you’d told him to pinky promise you that he’d try and refrain from engaging in any stepcestual shenanigans at such a family affair. You recall the way he sighed when you’d asked, stepping up to you as if to impose his height on you, plastering a purposely fake smile on his face, eyes crinkling at the corners and holding up the requested finger.

“Pinky swear.” He rasps in that low, intimate tone. Everything was a seduction technique with him, god — whatever, it was working. You hooked your finger happily enough around his anyway probably sporting a big goofy smile. Any excuse to touch him you’d take.

He grinds his shaft against your heat as he practically has you pinned to your bed, legs helpless around his waist. You shudder and whine when his tip catches your clit. “Do pinky promises mean nothing to you?” You shiver, infinitely hypocritical and careless as you buck your hips for more. He chuckles at this, leaning back so he can line himself up with your entrance.

“Doesn’t look like you’re complaining.” He retorts, giving your hip a comforting squeeze before sliding himself in. You go to let out a moan but he warns you with his fingers softly brushing your lips. “Uh-uh.” He whispers. He’s right, can’t get caught.

Soon enough you have tears pooling at the corners of your eyes from your restraint, eyes all big and desperate as he works his rhythm against you, hips grinding and slamming until you’re seeing stars. He gets so concentrated, like he’s working out whilst he fucks you, his mouth hung a little open, eyes focused on your body and what he’s doing. Forget the short pathetic whimpers leaving you, with each thrust the bed creaks loud and fast in an unmistakable rhythm that one who passed your room could only know exactly what’s going down.

It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming, hard. You’re not sure what it is, aside from him whispering “Good girl, keep taking it.” In your ear with his lips brushing your jawline. You’d decided the shape of his cock must be designed perfectly for your insides, and hits the perfect spot— because it’s not like he did that much to get you to cum that hard.

You get all silly and brain dead whenever you cum, and this time it was awful. It must have been the summer heat getting to your head or the glass of wine you’d downed when you’d seen the way Rafe was openly ogling you at a family event, because you lock your feet around his back, not letting him leave you. You’d been clenching so hard when you came that he’d had to take a breather, his weight falling on top of you a bit more as he groaned something along the lines of “Shit, g’nna make me cum too.” into your temple. Completely fuck drunk, you whine out—

“Want it inside please. Cum inside.” Desperate and pleadingly, arms wrapped around his neck and feet still locked to keep him inside you. He pauses for a moment, so that he doesn’t blow his load there and then before pulling back. He’s stronger than you by a long shot, so he’s got your arms off him in no time, pinning you so hard to the bed, putting his weight on you to the point you think you might fall through it. He looks angry at first, and you think maybe you’ve messed up, staring up at him through hazy, tearful doe eyes. His expression twists to something more amused, a malicious smile twitching at his lips as he stares at you almost pityingly. Then he starts to slowly grind inside.

“Thats real sick, baby. You know that right? Wanting me t’cum inside you?” He huffs out a snicker, shaking his head as he adjusts his grip on your hips. “I mean can you imagine?” He presses inside, deep as he can go, his tip kissing your cervix with force and just staying there, throbbing against it. You whine, too sensitive, too much. “Knocking up my sweet little sis? The look on everyone’s face when they realise that big bad scary Rafe has been ploughing this pretty little pussy behind closed doors?” He starts moving again, pushing your knees up to your chest once he’d broken free from your locked in position. “How would it look if you showed up to the next family function with a swollen tummy, baby?” He babies you, talking to you like you’re stupid and rubbing a big hand over your stomach soothingly. You flutter around him, worsening things. “Better yet, leaving this room and going back to the party with my cum all in your panties.” He squints one eye in fake disgust before shaking his head in fake disapproval, lips pouted as he tuts three times. “Gonna get me in trouble, beautiful.”

He presses his body to yours again, thrusts speeding up and the sound of the creaking bed smacking the wall returns, as to your sensitive mewls. “But if that’s really what you want...” He finishes sinisterly, holding you down when you squirm and fucking you until he’s groaning, pumping his load inside.

#rafe cameron smut #tw stepcest #stepbro!rafe #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble

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ervotica · 5 months

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felix who knows you get sleepy when you're drunk; who lets you fiddle with the clasps of his bracelets and trace the tips of your fingers over the star tattoo on his hand to keep you occupied and awake when all you really want is to fall asleep in the crook of his neck. felix who forces water down your throat on hot days because he knows you'll forget and complain of a piercing headache later. felix who tucks you under his arm at the pub, who lets you splay your calves over his thighs and massages shapes into the soft flesh. felix who empties your ashtray and leaves it by the bath for you because he knows you'll forget it and whine and plead with him to retrieve it for you as soon as you've gotten in. felix who carries you bridal style everywhere because he knows it makes you laugh (and he secretly likes to show off how strong he is). felix who knows you hate the empty feeling of your bed, who finds you outside with a half smoked cigarette at three in the morning and coaxes you back inside for a cuddle. felix who play fights with you in the pool but always makes up for it with kisses. felix who shares a sun lounger with you so you can soak up his sun-kissed warmth as you read - and who can save your page when you inevitably fall asleep. felix who loves the very bones of you, even if you don't always love yourself.

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muzanswaifu · 2 years

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Hashira & Uppermoon hcs (18+)

Anon: Reader trying to crawl away when her orgasm is approaching due to intense feeling

Fem/Afab! Reader

Warnings: Smut, some suggested dubcon/noncon situations, doggy style, missionary, cunnilingus, fingering, tribbing, 69, mating press, ect, breeding kink, squirting, yandere themes, suggested violence, overstimulation, edging

Gyomei (Doggy style)

Hes so big, its no wonder you get so overwhelmed

You wait for the moment his massive length stops pumping his release in you, threads of cum stretching between your swollen cunt lips and his leaking slit, you push yourself up from your spread position on your tummy, hands clawing at the sheets desperately to get away

The fucking you could handle, it was difficult, definitely taking a toll on your delicate body, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to finish before you, filling you up so much that the hot pool of sperm pushed tightly at your belly from the inside

You’d finally reached an end of the mattress before monstrously large hands grabbed around your waist, tugging you back and forcing a sob from your throat

He gives a soft apology for finishing so quickly and not giving you a proper warning, promising to make it up to you

You beg him to give you a break, pleading for him to use your mouth instead, anything

He denies your offer, insisting that he bring you to climax once more, twice more, a thousand times more

You’re strong, he insists, you can take it

Tengen (Missionary)

Hell, hes used to it, your so goddamn sensitive all the time its not like hes suprised

A chuckle fills your ears as your weak limbs claw away, exhausted but adamant about escaping

He humors you, letting you get at least a couple feet away from him before pouncing on you again

His voice is sickening sweet as he picks you up once more, molding your hips against his in a steep arch that allows him to sink into you, your insides promptly taking shape and milking him for all he's worth

You whine aloud, muttering soft pleas and begs for him to go easy on you, for him to get you off gently rather than ripping them out of you one after the other

He laughs manically

Fat chance

By the time he's done with you, you better be dumb and pliant, begging for him to unload inside you until he's fully satisfied, don't be selfish

Shinobu (Cunnilingus and fingering)

Rolls her eyes as you try to push her way and escape, her lips and fingers only working faster on your twitching pussy in retaliation to your little rebellion

She honestly thinks you're being a tad bit dramatic, don't you think? She's only had her mouth on you for a couple minutes and your already squirming and crying

She pretends to care though, cooing at you to just bear through it a bit longer, you're so close aren't you?

Her lips suck harder at your clit, her fingers digging deeper in your g-spot, stars sparking in your vision

You don't wanna come again, you don't wanna "squirt" or whatever she called it when your juices sprayed out and made a mess last time

Sobs echo through the room as she continues, her tongue swirling over your little bead over and over again, right under the hood where it almost hurts how good it feels

Its a good thing she tied you to bed this time, otherwise you probably would've gotten away since Shinobu probably wasn't strong enough to stop you, but she planned this, schemed this

She moans shamefully loud when you finally drench her face in your sweetness, liquid shooting all over her mouth and neck as your legs shake violently in release, she licks her lips of the delectable nectar

Oh that was so beautiful - again?

Iguro (fingering)

Couldn't give a shit, did you have to be so loud and annoying about it? Just shut up and take it

He does go a little slower though, dragging out the agony that builds in your gut with every fucking second

His fingers are devilishly skilled, each digit curling painfully perfect against your g-spot and creation such a delicious stretch against your walls, but each sensation just built one atop the other, making all of it just that much more unbearable

He doesn't even give you a break, instead holding you down with his legs keeping your thighs spread for his torturous touch

It honestly turns him on how desperately you're trying to escape, though he'd never admit it given he disproved of his own sadistic desires, but if he could he'd want it like this always, you tied down and begging for release of both kinds while he denied you of either

Before you could reach the end, however, he tears his hand away, letting you wallow in the pit of frustration and despair, hell it was probably his fault you were so painfully sensitive since he'd been edging you like this for what felt like several hours now

But god did you look so hot like this, so irresistible, he wondered if you could come from just a breath on your delicate little clit now as he pet along the side of your labia, making your hips jump against his hand for one more second of touch where you needed it the most

After a few moments he returned to the peak of your sex, rubbing softly and relishing your sniffles as he wondered how many more times he should tease you

Mitsuri (Tribbing)

Oh lord she's so sweet

Apologizes for being too much for you and forcing you to have to crawl out from under her just to get a break

Promises she'll be softer, better, and will take care of you like you, her princess, deserves

You sniffle at her kind vow, nodding your head stupidly with what small amount of brain you have left and she giggles

She resumes position, tribbing your cunts together reverse cowgirl while your thighs are pressed out over your sides under the weight of her ass, your juices mix together like a fine wine, flowing down onto the sheets in a dewy puddle that has mitsuri mewling

You can hear the slick sounds the friction makes, her wet sex against yours, her lips sliding against your clit like a carnal whisper, each rock makes you shiver, your climax building up so slowly and torturously you cry

she looks over her shoulder with a gentle expression, a glowing redness spread across her cheeks, admiring the roll of your eyes to the back of your skull as you finally, finally, shatter

Your so cute like this, she thinks, so adorable and precious

She can't help but continue, rolling her hips atop yours to bring out several screams from your shrill throat, she just can't help it

Tomioka (Grasshopper)

Ignores it

He doesn't at all mind when you try to flee from him, as he quickly catches you without any effort at all and brings you back down to bed with him, though he does find it rather inconvenient when he knew you were so, so close to sweet release

It had been quite a while since your last coupling so he was confident this was well needed for you, and he'd be damned if he let your own naive body keep you from satisfaction

He'd pull you back down to his embrace, making sure to securely wrap his arms around your waist this time so you couldn't move an inch, and absolutely go to town, thrusting so hard and fast that you were sure your insides would bruise

None-the-less, you would be forced to take it, unable to break through his strength, each stroke hitting your sweet spot near your cervix with crippling precision

Your sobs rose in volume as your body was forced over each wave of pleasure, rising and rising and rising but not yet allowing you to tumble over even though you so desperately needed to

But Giyu was merciful, taking care of you so viciously and forcing your greedy little cunt to succumb to bliss even as it rebelled against what had to be your strongest climax yet

Only when he'd bottomed out, grounding his base into yours in deep swivel did you finally break, crying with hot tears and clenching at the sheets, your stubborn body screaming as he continued pumping

Did you think he was done?

Rengoku (Cunnilingus)

He finds your attempts absolutely adorable, so amusing, even if they were futile since he'd tied each of your hands to the bedpost and had your ankles and thighs knit together to keep you bent and exposed, his own powerful arms curled around your hips to keep you spread for him to feast on

Pure ecstasy filled him every time you came into his mouth, with the occasional spurt of sweet honey all over his jaw and face when he was being especially eager

But it was only a matter of time before your little pussy would reject the need to finish, being so used to satisfaction that you were kept at a constant of sensitivity and edging

Perhaps it was his fault for making you finish so many times (it was), but he'd be awful if he left you in such a state with no end, even if you begged him over and over to just leave you be and give you rest, he knew you couldn't possibly mean it

He'd make sure to give you attention where you needed it the most, flicking his tongue over your dripping folds, wrapping his lips around your throbbing bead, licking into your convulsing hole

Each sound you make is a gift from god, your pained cries for mercy only edging him on further to lavish your little kitty with attention, she was begging for it

Eventually, after several long whiles of eating you, you start to feel the draws of climax creeping up on you, but this one felt stronger, more pain than pleasure with how horribly sensitive you were, with clenched fists pulling at his locks you begged him to stop, the plea falling on deaf ears, honestly even if he were to listen how would he hear with your thighs squeezing his head?

Pain seared through your veins as your nethers clenched, his tongue never ceasing its vigorous swiping even as you screamed out your demise, juices gushing out of your and staining his face in such a lovely sheen, he licked his lips and yours clean

Sanemi (69)

Its absolutely infuriating that you were being so finicky

Hell, you hadn't even made him come yet and were already trying to ditch? Yah, fuck that

He should've known you'd get all fussy after he'd made you come the first time with his tongue, your own stuttering on his cock before grazing your teeth as your jaw began to lock with the overstimulation

Honestly how was he supposed to react when you tried to crawl off of him to freedom? Was he supposed to beg you to come back? Comfort you and give you a break? Fuck that weak shit, if he needed attention, you were gonna give it to him, and take it

With a strong thigh wrapped over the back of your head to keep your throat impaled on his length and thick hands anchoring your pussy to his face, he was in absolute paradise

He almost laughed when he felt your teeth whisper against his cock again, you no doubt having the urge to bite down as he lathered his tongue all over your cunt over and over again, paying careless and heady attention to your little clit

He rolled his hips on occasion to jostle his dick in your mouth, thoroughly enjoying the way your throat would tighten around him and your bud would twitch between his lips

It was only after you'd finally relaxed on top of him, likely having lost consciousness from the combination of pleasure and lack of oxygen, that he filled your mouth with seed, but even then, why not another round?

Kokushibo (Mating Press)

Upper 3 finds great offense to your lack of gratefulness and pursuit of escape, who were you to deny him?

With a deepening hold, he only pounds into you harder, sending sparks upon sparks of pleasure through your body despite the bruises forming on your abused bodice

His cock slams hard into your cervix, bruising the delicate tissue and bulging out of your stomach in a overwhelming sight, you're comparably smaller frame can't even begin to take it, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the ledge of a release that quite honestly scares you

But each time you beg for him to be more gentle, to stop, to let you go, he only becomes more vicious, unforgiving, cruel

You're lucky, had he cared about you any less he would've broken a limb or two to make you stop struggling, but being the generous man he is, he allows you to continue making a fool of yourself, your weak little hits doing nothing but drive him further off the wall with rage

Your sobs only increase in frequency as you get closer, your eagerness to get free becoming more desperate

Pushing the backs of your knees further into the ground, he quickens his already hellish pace, his pelvis slapping into yours violently and abusing your tender clitoris that, regardless of everything, throbbed for attention

When your pleasure pain finally peaks with a hot rush of juices squirting out to drench his pelvis and thighs, only then does he ease on you (hardly), slowing his pace slightly to ride out the delicious clench of your cunt around his member, your reward being a generous few flicks to your clit, making the hypersensitivity just that much more unbearable

Douma (Thigh job)

He finds grief with your overstimulated cries and grasps for relief, chastising himself for overindulging on such a poor creature as yourself, he apologizes sincerely, hoping he didn’t hurt you too much

Its not your fault, you poor thing, he can hardly handle his own carnal needs himself, and he much less expected you to be able to keep up

Truly he’d thought such a position as this would be easier for you, with the lack of penetration and gentler handling, though perhaps it was a bit much considering how teasing each pass of his shaft was over your sensitive little bundle of nerves

He tries to ease up, he does, but how can he contain himself? Your thighs and pussy feel oh so good wrapped around his swollen cock, the perfect mixture of slick and friction, second to that of your insides of course

So eventually he chooses to ignore your tries of escape, instead opting to coo down at you, comforting you through the waves of pleasure that he knows will soon lead to your orgasm

He can feel how your holes convulses, your clit twitches, your thighs tighten, its nearly painful how hard you're pressed around him, not even a gap of space left between your legs other than the one his cock is occupying

Finally he feels it, your shudder of tension before your body seizes in a tantrum of euphoria, he can see the way your hands grip the sheets, the way your spine quivers, the way your mouth gapes open in scream after scream, hell his followers must think he's murdering someone in here!

He eventually follows suit, cum spraying across your body in thick ropes that he pumps out with each pass of his hips into your spent ones, your body twitches weakly and you whine as he continues to use your oversensitive folds

Who can blame him? You feel so good!

Akaza (Spider-man)

He laughs manically seeing you trying to escape, your weak little body looking so pitiful between his powerful thighs

Honestly it was a miracle you'd lasted this long with him, but he found satisfaction in the fact that the pleasure he'd brought you was so overwhelming that your stupid little brain thought it'd be a good idea to flee from a god such as himself

He'd had half a mind to let you and watch you run away with so much cum running down your legs that you'd likely slip in it, stupid thing

But he'd trashed that idea when he'd heard your cries rise, more tears and saliva pooling down your face, he wanted to hear what your voice sounded like when you came again, what your face looked like, what your cunt felt like

He thrust into you faster, trailing a hand from where it was hugging your thigh to his chest down to where your little clit lie

He brushed over it quickly, relishing your shrill cries of grief and despair as your nerves lit on fire, more laughter filling your ears

It wasn't long before you finally snapped, your pussy chocking around him and spewing hot liquid across his thighs, it was bliss feeling you milk him and hearing your broken voice scream so loud his ear drums nearly burst in time with his seed that flooded your insides

Yes, he rather enjoyed this, perhaps he should let you escape next time and see how that plays out as well

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bits-and-babs · 8 months

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Im so sorry I didn’t see this till after request were closed but so idk if you gon see this but, f!reader had her nipples pierced? I’m sorry but I feel like price would be obsessed with readers piercings like if she had a tongue piercing too? Manz would go crazy. Smut? Dw if not <33

✦ 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 6: NIPPLE PIERCINGS

cds!john price x recruit!reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: three months into your sas training course, chief directional instructor captain john price drills you on cold-water-shock survival.

cw: f!reader, cold water shock, power imbalance (recruit x directing staff), secret relationship, breast/nipple play, p in v sex, cream pie.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 7: INCUBUS ⇾

It wasn’t as though there hadn’t been sufficient warning, but three years of service in the British army was nowhere near enough to prepare your body for the brutal battering that SAS selection subjected it to. Your blisters had blisters, and your body pulsed with a bone-deep ache every time you managed to crawl into bed upon dismissal.

You had been sufficiently warned… About everything except this.

Freezing cold water drips from your nose as you hoist yourself out of the pool at the base of the waterfall. Cold-Water-Shock training was a standard part of SAS selection– the ability to control your own discomfort and maintain a level head whilst also teaching the fundamentals of surviving sub-zero. January weather meant temperature levels were unsurvivable past a handful of seconds, and you could feel why.

The process was simple. Fully submerge yourself into the icy depths before raising to the surface and keeping your chin above water. Next step; breathe. Regain composure and steady your breathing to fight the effects of cold-shock. Recruitment Staff would then ask you a handful of simple questions to assess competency before heaving you out of the water.

You’d passed, you felt, with flying colours. The savagery of the otherworldly Brecon Beacons had failed to shake your resolve, answering the questions with ease. Even now, drenched to the bone and involuntarily trembling, you maintained a strong eye contact with Chief Directional Instructor Price as he eyed you with a stern expression.

It’s momentary— barely there. You’d have missed it had you blinked. Price’s thick eyelashes, made damp by the sleet that had been battering the group all morning, dipped below your face. Sapphire blue irises glint in the low light when they zero in on their target. You hadn’t worn a bra this morning given you’d been forced out of bed at the arse-crack of dawn and expected to be in the van within five minutes… They’d left you little to no choice.

Regardless of this reasonable explanation, you suddenly begin to regret your decision to forgo the cover, Staff Price gazing at the way your grey t-shirt clings to your pebbled nipples and the exposed shape of the piercing balls either side of each mound.

“That’ll be all, 16,” he says, that raspy grit to his voice warming you from the inside-out. That fever encroaches on the apples of your cheeks when you realise he’s yet to pull his eyes away.

“… Yes Staff.”

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“You did that on purpose.”

John’s voice, husky and full, was surprisingly even considering how tight your pussy walls clenched around his thick, veiny cock. You wail quietly at the soft breath that dances across your assaulted skin, nipples so incredibly sensitive. Sucked and nibbled and licked, the tender skin screams when Price drags the flat of his tongue over your pierced nipple with a delighted hum.

“N-No—“ you choke out, the overstimulation of your nipples sending another shockwave of bliss down your spine. You know you’re squeezing him, because John ruts up into your fluttering pussy with a far less composed groan. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to!”

“You’re not foolin’ anyone, Love,” John murmurs, gently taking your pebbled nipple between his teeth and rolling it.

You see stars— swirls of technicolour dancing behind your eyelids with how tightly you squeeze them shut against the cataclysmic pleasure that seeps between your thighs. When John jerks his hips up again, you can hear how wet you are. It’s sloppy, disgustingly soaked, and Price loves it.

“Fuckin’— Hah-“ John moans against the supple flesh of your breast, wrapping his lips around it and sucking on the hypersensitised skin. This time, when you arch your back from the bed with a wail of his name, he begins a slow and leisurely pace with his hips.

Burying your fingers into the short-crop of his hair, you brace against the ticking bomb of your orgasm as it approaches. Each long stroke of John’s hips makes another disgustingly wet sound, your cunt greedily sucking him in and creaming around his throbbing dick as he flicks his tongue back and forth across your abused nipple. His other palm, battle calloused and rough, squeezed the other breast, thumb equally torturing your second nipple.

It comes in waves; cresting, crashing tsunamis rather than soft laps of the ocean on a beach. A prickling heat that singes away the Beacon’s icy cold from your toes and creeps up the inside of your thighs. Your heart slams against John’s lips, your hands pushing into the back of his head to keep him there while you chase what could only be described as liquidation.

“Ohmygod—“ you slur, and it’s as though the edges of your vision blacken. In truth, you’re not sure what you call him as you come apart on his cock, sobbing out a hapless string of garbled noises that don’t sound anything like his name. Toes curling either side of his hips, you fail to brace against the overstimulation that rips violently through you.

“Fucken’ ‘ell—“ he groans deeply, a guttural growl that seems to vibrate the atoms in the air around you. The deliberate, methodical thrusts of his hips suddenly pitch to a sloppy, desperate gallop. John’s hands grasp the bed sheets so tight you almost hear the threads strain against the pull.

He cums, coating the inside of your cunt with a rumble of your name that sounds so foreign to your ears with the afterglow buzzing in your eardrums. John continues to fuck you through it, taking pleasure in the way you squirm and squeal and cry until his cum seeps between your legs, coating the inside of your thighs with his seed.

Sharp, heaving breaths echo in his small quarters, and you’re almost certain that his fellow DS had definitely heard you this time. But when John places his damp forehead to yours, eyes closed as he relishes in the bliss of being so close to you for just a moment longer, you struggle to find it in yourself to worry.

“You should wear a bra,” John mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips— but missing in the haze of post-orgasm-bliss and settling for a peck on the corner of your mouth.

“Why?” You muse, still a little breathless as he works his lips down your chin and over your jaw. The gruff, burly Chief of Directing Staff was so affectionate when the door was closed. You knew that this thing you had going on was more serious than a thing when you stopped being anxious about getting caught and being kicked off the course— instead stressing about John offering his tenderness to another recruit. “If this is how you react to seeing me with a wet shirt and no bra, I’ll dunk myself in that water every damn day.”

In a moment of sobriety, John pulls back to look you in the eye. His aquamarine irises hold a heavy seriousness that makes your breath stall for a moment, afraid you’d said something out of line.

“Love, I completed that whole trainin’ session with a rock hard cock.”

A beat.

Just before peals of laughter burst from you. John rolls his eyes, turning onto his back on the mattress. Still, he’s unable to bite back the smile that pulls on his lips.

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rudazed · 2 months

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hot tub with sim jaeyun. 18+

(that new vlog where he's swimming around in that sleeveless top had me thinking thoughts.)

imagine riding jake super late at night in one of those fancy ass five star hotel hot tubs when no one else is around. you literally saw a tumbleweed pass by from how empty it is yet the thought of inevitably getting caught turned you both on so much it ached. it'd start by him slowly drawing shapes on your upper thighs, pulling your waist closer to him as you both sat side by side. he'd lean over to kiss you gently, but deep down a part of you hoped it would turn into something more... n luckily for you, he was feeling the exact same. it didn't take long for him to shove his warm tongue against yours and moan into your mouth. he'd usher your body over his own and you'd immediately start grinding on him. the friction of your crotches surrounded by the hot water felt so good it was addicting. you'd both be humping each other so desperately while making out. you'd be grabbing n pulling his hair n he'd try so hard not to moan too loud but he was twitching in his shorts already. "fuck, i need you" he'd whisper into your ear which would make you quiver. it's not like you two haven't had sex or made out in places you probably shouldn't have (like the practice room, managers cars, the dorm bathroom, etc) but this was different. all those other places have locks and some sort of semblance of privacy, and this pool... well.. any person could walk in at ANY time. you both did not even care. or more so, COULD not even care when you quite literally need to feel him inside of you so badly. "please jake, fuck me" you'd whimper, n he wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer. he'd quickly move your underwear to the side n you'd help him release himself from his own swim shorts. it would only take a split second for you to line him up to your entrance so you could slowly sink down onto his length, making you both gasp. he'd throw his head back n furrow his brows as you began to immediately quicken your pace, riding out the pleasure as much as you could. trying so hard to make the ache go away. "ahh you feel so warm my love,, you feel so fucking good," he'd babble on while kissing your neck and down your chest. you'd feel yourself unwinding fast, and you'd start to let out even louder moans to which he'd without hesitation bring his shirt up and shove it into your mouth "shhh, i know my love.." you'd bite onto the fabric as you rode out your high. you were both so close that it didn't take long for you to tighten around him and lose control. his shirt would fall out of your lips the second you came, and you'd let out a high pitched shriek as you felt the pleasure touch every inch of your body. he wouldn't even have the chance to relish in it since he came undone not even 2 seconds later, finishing in you as he rutted his hips into you desperately you'd both be sweating, sticky, and obviously wet, but you did not even care. he'd wrap his arms around you and you'd rest your face on his warm chest. you'd sit there for a bit, breathing each other in. so sleepy n warm. "i love you" "i love you too." "im gonna fall asleep" "NO"

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #enha smut #jake smut #jake imagines #enhypen reaction #sunghoon

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philistiniphagottini · 2 months

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Divine Beast, With Grace Replete

This is really horny and so self indulgent it will probably rot your brain but I craved to write something so catered to me and make you all suffer. I hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, creampie, heat cycles, vidyadhara reader, female reader 3.8k words

nsfw below the cut

"Ahh Bladie~"

A salacious moan tickled the back of your throat as a spine-tingling shiver crept down your spine, causing heat to rapidly pool in the pit of your stomach. You shivered on top of Blade, his strong, scarred hands planted firmly on your hips as he pushed, fingers sinking into your pliant body until the skin spilled between his digits. Another loud moan bubbled up your throat as the fire in the pit of your stomach was stoked into fiercer flames, your eyes just as dazed as your mind as Blade dragged his rough tongue through your creamy folds.

Your wet pussy clenched around his tongue as it parted your silky folds, sinking into your quivering hole as he buried his head further between the apex of your thighs. Your soft thighs quivered around his head, wisps of long, dark hair tickling the sensitive skin as he forced you to sit, resting more of your weight on top of him as he happily suffocated himself between your thick thighs. You couldn’t stop whining for him, lungs pinching in your chest and mouth dry as you struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. You could barely think past the thick haze clouding your mind, the rampant heat inside of you making your stomach tense as you desperately sought more friction.

Your hips shuddered as you rolled them with every shaky breath, your neglected clit throbbing for attention as you grind against Blade’s tongue. The tips of your ears turned hot at the obscene sounds coming from between your legs as Blade’s wet lips smacked together, tongue piercing your centre as it wriggled and twisted inside of you. You could feel it drag against your plush walls as Blade groaned beneath you, your sweet nectar dripping into his waiting mouth and causing drool to drip from the corners of his mouth. Black nails sank into your hips, encouraging the hedonistic rhythm of your hips as you were rocked back and forth on his greedy mouth, nails carving crescent shaped marks into your searing flesh.

A soft growl stirred in your throat, followed by a pleased purr as your sharp teeth gnashed together. Your long, serpentine tail swished across the sweat soaked sheets beneath you, gold scales shimmering beneath the dim light as it coiled and twisted. The knot in your stomach twisted tighter, your gold horns illuminating your flustered expression as they softly glowed along with the arousal simmering hotly in your veins. Your shaky hands gripped Blade’s throat as you leaned forward, allowing his tongue to slip deeper inside of you as the tip scraped against the most sacred place inside you. A strangled noise rumbled in Blade’s chest as you gripped his throat tighter, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

"Blade" you called again.

You were starting to lose all sentient thoughts again. All you could focus on was how your current heat cycle ravaged your mind and body, reducing you to nothing but a whimpering, snarling beast as you sought pleasure to sate the inferno raging inside of you. Your breathing grew ragged as Blade continued to indulge you, his freakishly long tongue brushing against the opening of your cervix as your pussy slobbered filthy around the slick appendage. Stars swirled in your vision as your hungry gaze raked over his naked body laying prone beneath you. You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue, tasting the desire in the back of your throat as you watched the mesmerising way his cock would bob with every uneven breath you took. The fat tip of his cock slapped against his stomach as you mewled, drooling thick drops of pre-cum that stained his skin with beads of white. Your fingers squeezed around his wind pipe, a noise of approval stirring in Blade’s throat as you kneaded the flesh beneath you like a needy cat. You could taste his arousal on the tip of your tongue as you breathed deep, letting the pheromones of your own arousal mix with the heady aroma as it curled in your lungs.

Your claws sank into his throat as the blistering coil in the pit of your stomach finally threatened to snap, the pleasure you had been seeking so tantalisingly close it made your head feel giddy. A string of babbles spilled from your mouth, incoherent words mixing into the cacophony of noises that crawled out of your throat as your body teetered on the edge of the crumbling precipice. Your chest heaved with exertion, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling with arousal as the tip of Blade’s tongue indulged in the taste of your womb, bumping against the soft, gummy patch deep inside of you that made fireworks explode in your belly.

Your golden tail squirmed, thumping harshly against silken sheets as the coil in the pit of your stomach shattered into a million tiny pieces. You came with a primal cry, voice stinging your throat as white-hot euphoria flooded your veins with relief. Your pussy spasmed around the harsh push of his tongue, hot walls gripping him tight as your sweet nectar spilled into his mouth. A growl vibrated beneath you, causing your toes to curl into the soles of your feet as your back arched with a graceful curve, talons raking across his flesh as the pressure in your stomach continued to burn. You squealed as Blade pressed his fingers against your clit, the bundle of nerves shrieking from the sudden attention as he rubbed it in quick circles. You shuddered as your pussy spilled more slick against his face, pretty pearls of white dripping down your trembling thighs as Blade drank his fill.

You whimpered as his sharp teeth pressed against your fluttering pussy, the intimate press of his mouth making the heat bubble in your stomach once more as the infuriating knot coiled once more. A constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes as your knees wobbled, pleasure still sparking in your system as you fought to regain any semblance of control with your spiralling senses.

You were given a brief moment of reprieve when Blade finally lifted your hips, tongue parting from you with a slick pop. You breathed a heavy sigh, an ache resonating deep in your bones as your body pitched forward and you collapsed into the warm embrace of your nest. Soft sheets of silk and fluffy blankets hugged your body as you sank into the comforting confines, small trinkets of silver and gold brushing against your overheating flesh as you tried to reign in your harsh breathing. You hummed softly as you nuzzled your face into a soft pillow, your senses comforted when your reassuring scent mixed with that of your mate, Blade, tickled your nose.

You felt strong hands on your body, scarred skin causing goosebumps to prickle along your flesh as your tail shuddered in excitement. You were carefully coaxed onto your back, your dazed eyes gazing into piercing orbs of red as Blade stared down at you. A soft mewl rumbled in your chest as your tail lazily coiled around his ankle, your hands pawing at his chest as you tried to coax him into coming closer to you.

"Blade, please" you mumbled.

You couldn’t articulate well what you wanted. The stifling heat that suffocated your senses was already demanding to be sated again. You needed him. You wanted him. You desired for him to nestle so deep inside you until you couldn’t tell where either of you began or ended. Yet you could barely force the words out, mind and body too overstimulated and overwhelmed with your heat cycle that you were nearly rendered mute, unable to effectively communicate what it was that you wanted. Luckily for you, Blade had become so accustomed to your heat cycles that on instinct, his body knew exactly what you craved and how to sate it.

His eyes flickered like bright candle wicks as his large hands curved around your hips, rubbing fondly against your soft belly as he nudged your thighs apart with his knee. A pleased sound rumbled in his chest at the sight of your pussy dribbling slick, arousal staining the soft insides of your thighs as your twitching clit flushed to life once more.

"Does my little dragon desire more?" Blade asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as his hungry eyes raked across your naked body.

You dumbly nodded along to his words, tail twisting tighter around his leg as you tried to usher him into your arms. A lazy smirk crawled over Blade’s lips as he hovered closer, your nostrils flaring as the heady scent of his natural musk pierced your senses. It only caused your pussy to gush like a river as you ached with desire. You whimpered as Blade’s thick fingers ghosted along your dripping slit, toying with the pretty pearl between your sticky thighs.

"Your pretty little cunt is drooling for me" Blade said, his voice brushing against your ear in a husky whisper.

You trembled with want beneath him, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your sharp teeth chewed on the dry skin of your lips. You eagerly leaned into Blade’s touch as he dragged his hands along your body, back arching as his warm hands engulfed your trembling bosom. Your breath hitched as Blade leaned closer, his leg pushing between your thick thighs and offering you a small mercy to let you grind on his muscular leg for relief. Your slick pussy slipped along his leg as his hot breath fanned against the shell of your pointed ear, scarred fingertips pinching the stiff, pink tips of your nipples and causing soft moans to stir in your chest.

Your teeth dug the insides of your mouth as Blade’s lips trailed up, mouth hovering closer to the glowing horns nestled on top of your head. You released your bruised lips with an abrupt cry as Blade’s tongue swiped over a golden horn, a faint shimmer of light echoing as your horns glowed along to your sudden spike in arousal. A chuckle breezed past Blade’s lips at your reaction, thighs tensed around his leg as you desperately grind your dripping pussy into his leg and applied pressure to your swollen clit.

"Needy" Blade stated with a click of his tongue.

You raked your nails across his broad chest as he flickered his tongue along the branches of your glowing horns, your fingers scratching across pale scars and dipping into rough cuts as you pawed at him.

"Please Blade, need you inside me" you mewled, body twisting as you tried to offer up more of yourself for his viewing pleasure. "Blade…Ren…"

Tears dripped down your flushed cheeks as your emotions twisted and coiled. You couldn’t control how your body reacted any longer. You were just along for the ride at this point. Blade hushed you with a gentleness that most wouldn’t think he was capable of, hands cupping your burning cheeks as his thumbs dabbed under your swollen eyes. You sniffled softly, your tail weaving between Blade’s thighs as the smooth scales dragged across his skin. They were normally cool but during your heat cycle, the scales would burn as hot as the coals of a forge, branding all it touched. Not even a wince of pain crossed his visage as he continued to hush you, wiping away the tear stains as his lips pressed to your forehead.

"Don’t cry, little dragon. I’ll give you what you want."

He was a tool to be used. A solution to your problem. A remedy to what you craved. A sigh blew past his lips as your body started to relax a little, tension easing from your taut muscles. A soft purr vibrated in your throat as Blade’s hands returned to kneading at your chest, squeezing your soft tits together as he pushed his hips forward. A pleased moan escaped your lips as your hands caressed his hips, fingers dancing along his alluring v-line as he rutted the head of his cock against your slick clit. Your body thrummed with renewed arousal as Blade caught your lips in a searing kiss, tongue prying the seams of your lips apart and delving into the hot cavern of your mouth. You could taste your own slick on his tongue as you hungrily sucked on it, heat coiling low in the pit of your stomach as Blade swallowed every eager noise that tried to crawl out of your throat.

Your legs tangled loosely around Blade’s waist as the tip of his cock pressed against your sopping entrance, the round head catching on your fluttering hole as your body tried to suck him in. Blade couldn’t contain the mirthful laugh that rumbled in his chest as he parted from your lips, hips rocking forward as he slowly pierced your centre. Your hands scrambled for purchase, wrapping around his back as his thick girth started to stretch you. Your pussy burned with strain as he continued to rock forward, the pressure of your pussy being split open emptying your head of every single thought. Your tail coiled tighter around him like a snake, constricting his thigh as you moaned and clawed at his back, urging him to sheathe himself inside of you faster.

The breathe was stolen from your lungs when you finally got what you wished for, his cock dragging along your gummy walls as he seated himself inside of you. He was only halfway in when he already felt your walls constricting around him, your delicate body wracked with another mind-numbing orgasm as your pussy drooled around him. A snarl threatened to tear from his throat as he groaned deeply, teeth bared as your warm pussy squeezed him snuggly. Beads of arousal dripped down the sides of his cock as he continued to push into you, working up a slow steady rhythm that had you writhing in your nest of fluffy blankets. You pressed your heels against the small dip in his back, talons scratching down his back and leaving behind thin, red welts that made his vision swirl. A shaky breath escaped Blade’s parted lips as he brushed his nose along your throat, letting your intoxicating smell consume his senses further. Normal humans shouldn’t be able to perceive the pheromones that a Vidyadhara in heat could give off. But then again, he ceased being "normal" a long time ago and the scent filling his lungs only stirred his hunger for you as it gnawed in the pit of his stomach like a starving beast thrashing in its cage.

He tasted the perspiration on your skin as your insides turned to mush around the shape of his cock, his thick girth bullying your insides as the flames of passion licked at the base of your spine once more. Your lips parted around his name yet no sound came out, only your stuttering breaths as Blade’s lips wrapped around a pert nipple. Your hips jolted, the tip of your tail squirming as your eyes screwed shut against the onslaught of bliss. The brief moment of darkness was a small blessing as the pleasure buzzed around you like a persistent swarm of insects. You whimpered as Blade pressed the flat of his tongue around a hard tip, teeth clamping down on the sensitive nerve and sending a jolt of electricity to race along the curve of your spine. Your nails bit into his skin as another rush of pleasure tore you asunder, your pussy gushing and spilling more slick on his cock as he thrust deeper inside of you.

The hunger inside of you still wasn’t sated and demanded even more as your body was drenched in a hot flush, sweat dotting your brow as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up. You could feel Blade carving a path in the deepest parts of you, the fat head of his cock pressed against your cervix and aching to release a sticky load into your womb. Your skin tingled as his hips passionately snapped into yours, a forest of dark pubic hair tickling your clit as he ground his pubic bone into the swollen nub until it felt like your bones were going to turn to dust from the friction. You drooled as all your senses were assaulted with pleasure, the next orgasm building in your body threatened to tear into your body without remorse, nor surrender. You twisted beneath Blade as you finally found your voice.

"Blade…fuck…please."

Blade let go of your supple tits with a wet pop. He smoothed his hand over your round belly, feeling the soft bump as he moved intimately beneath your skin. His cock filled your insides with sticky warmth as he bullied it against your cervix, movements bordering on maddingly desperate as he craved to sully your womb.

"What do you want?" Blade asked with a purr of your name.

"Inside" you panted, tongue wetting your dry lips. "Please. Cum. Inside. Me."

You were starting to lose your voice again as you cracked at the edges, heart jumping up into your throat as your eyes fluttered open to stare into red, piercing orbs. Blade couldn’t ignore how you so sweetly called to him, luring him deeper into your warm embrace. It should be downright shameful how tightly he was wrapped around your finger. Perhaps he would have felt it if he wasn’t currently buried balls deep in your sopping cunt.

He pressed further into you as his arms wrapped around the bend of your knees, hoisting your legs higher over his back with a display of strength that had your mind and body singing with praises. He nudged his nose into the hollow of your throat, his sharp teeth following the searing trail his tongue left behind as he threatened to bite down. You tipped your head back and offered yourself up, needing for him to bury his pearly white canines into your flesh and mark you. You tucked your burning hot face into his shoulder as his teeth scraped along your throat and he finally decided to bite down.

You screamed loudly; voice muffled into his skin as his teeth pierced your flesh like a hot knife through butter. The sudden flash of pain only added fuel to the fire swirling in your stomach as the coil in your stomach unfurled once more. You lost track how many times you had already reached this same plateau of pleasure. Your hands tangled in Blade’s unkept hair, fingers threatening to rip it out his locks at the root as he growled into your skin, digging his teeth deeper until he could taste the ferrous bite of your blood spilling into his salivating mouth. Dizzying heat frayed every single white-hot nerve in your body, walls clamping and gripping Blade tightly as your slick juices coated his cock and abdomen with thin strands of translucent threads. Blade snarled into your neck as he rutted into you, unable to control the brazen heat in the pit of his stomach any longer as the pressure inside of him snapped.

Blade swore something foul, the words slurred into the hollow of your throat as your pussy squeezed him so tight he thought you were going to strangle him. He made you ride out the intense waves of your own lingering pleasure, your pussy still fluttering as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. He groaned and grew still as ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the thick, creamy warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim. The warmth overflowed and dribbled down your trembling thighs as Blade rocked forward, filling you with another heavy spurt that made you whine. The moment he let go of your wounded neck, you sank your own teeth into his shoulder blade, razor sharp needles piercing his flesh. He moaned hotly against the shell of your ear, teeth clamping down on your earring and rolling the cool metal around his tongue as your pussy milked him, squeezing another hot load of sticky warmth into your womb until your stomach was bloated with his thick seed.

Your tongue soothed the sting of your bite, poking against tender flesh as your own wound started to heal on its own rapidly. Blade had to work his teeth into your skin once more to leave behind the imprints of his teeth, lapping away any trickle of blood as he sucked on your throat. You purred like a contented cat beneath him, the dizzying heat clouding your mind slowly dissipating as your senses slowly crawled back to you. You were able to think a little more clearly now that your soft belly was round and full, instincts finally sated until whenever the hunger decided to rear its ugly head again. You stirred from your thoughts as Blade shifted above you, strong arms coiling around your waist as your positions were suddenly flipped.

A disgruntled noise was wrenched from your lips as you were abruptly nestled in his lap, thick rivulets of his seed spilling from your sore pussy from the sudden shift. You mewled at the loss, walls clenching tighter as you desperately tried to keep any more from dribbling out. Your tail shuddered when you felt the palm of his hand press against the small dip of your back, brushing against the sensitive base of your tail as the tip flickered back and forth.

"Blade" you whined softly, voice threatening to break into a croak from overuse. "Don’t move so suddenly."

A slow smile curled his lips as you rested your hands on his scarred chest, feeling his thunderous heartbeat dance beneath your fingertips as a soft chuckle stirred in his chest.

"Finally found your words?"

You hummed softly as you bunted your head against his chest, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as you lazily spread more of your scent across his body. Your draconic pride may have felt a little wounded if you weren’t in the midst of your heat cycle. Blade’s eyes slipped shut in a blissful moment of reprieve. He was going to be buried in your nest for a while and he learnt a long time ago that it was best to just accept his fate. He didn’t want to provoke your ire. Heavens forbid he piss off the Vidyadhara’s renowned Lady of Lightning. His lips twitched as his eyes slipped open, a hand idly rubbing at your round belly. If only others of your ilk could see their precious lady now…

With a soft grumble Blade forced himself to keep still and allowed you to rub your swollen scent glands into him, a loud purr vibrating in your chest as your tail swished happily behind you. His eyes followed the leisurely movements, lips pressed to the top of your head as you kneaded your hands into his muscular torso. He could feel the subtle grind of your hips as the lingering traces of heat stirred once more in the pit of your stomach. He cock was still rock hard inside you, assisting to keep you plugged up and stuffed full as your soft purrs of content filled the comfortable silence.

#my writing #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr blade #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #blade smut #blade x reader #blade x reader smut #fem!reader #x reader

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dilatorywriting · 8 months

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59 Leona, it'd take a lot for him to admit but he would say it eventually. (Also I know you'd recognize me but I'm shy, so anon it is)

Gender Neutral Reader x Leona Kingscholar Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt 59: "People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you."

[EVENT MASTERLIST]

You are nice, and you are stupid. And those things aren’t mutually exclusive.

Sometimes you’re nice because you’re stupid, and sometimes you do stupid things because you’re too nice for your own stupid, stupid good. And it drives Leona half insane.

Which it shouldn’t, because nice, stupid people like you are just as annoying as his brother. Goody-two-shoes with buttoned vests and sparkly, star-shaped stickers on their term papers.

“Did you remember your homework?”

Leona flicked his tail in your face and you scrunched your nose over your notebook.

“Well?”

“Of course I remembered,” he scoffed, lazing back against the roots of one of his favorite trees. This spot used to be so much quieter, so much more peaceful, before you decided to trail after him like a duck quacking for its mother.

“Did you do the homework?” you clarified, and Leona rolled his eyes.

You sighed and starting ruffling around in your bookbag. “I brought a spare copy of the worksheet. You’re going to drive Ruggie insane, y’know. If he winds up stuck with you for another year because you failed for not turning in assignments.”

“Yeah. Sure. Another three-hundred-and-sixty-five days to rifle through my wallet. Worst news of his life.”

You huffed good naturedly and handed him the sheet of crisp, white copy paper and a pen. “Get to work, Kingscholar.”

“Oh?” he drawled, closing his eyes and settling back, loose limbed and all long, lean leisure, against the tree trunk. Clearly ready for an afternoon snooze. “Make me.”

You sighed again and reached over to flick your own well-used pen against his ear. It twitched under your fingers—soft, and tufted. The finest of the pale, tan fur brushing up against your fingertips. “Fine. Be that way. See if I bring you lunch tomorrow.”

“You will,” he scoffed.

“Yeah,” you sighed, sounding resigned and foolishly fond. “I probably will.”

See? Stupid. So easy to manipulate. So willing to let yourself be squashed under his clawed thumb. It was a wonder you’d managed to survive in this school at all. Nevertheless by clinging onto the coattails of someone like him. He’d never made anyone’s existence easier a day in his life, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now, just because you were too soft-hearted and slow to see a looming predator for what it was.

“Just give me that stupid fucking paper,” he snapped, sitting upright and swatting away your poking pen with a sneer. You laughed into your palms like a secret—bright, and merry, and dumb as a fucking rock.

“Whatever you say, Leona.”

You’d handled his Overblot with a strange sort of aplomb that at first Leona had attributed to perhaps a lingering, hidden confidence that he’d just never bothered to unearth. You were just some herbivore, and even the littlest rabbits could bite back when you put them in a corner. But then he’d come to the decision that that easy conviction was just another symptom of your rampant stupidity.

“I know you guys don’t want to hurt me, or any of us. Not really,” you shrugged around a wad of cotton—the blood dripping from your nose slowly drying up to a tacky, sticky dribble. Leona gaped at you outright.

That was your grand explanation. For why you’d been so eager to charge forward when he’d collapsed in a pool of inky nightmares and self-loathing. And the very same reason apparently thatyou’d felt so comfortable rushing forward to treat Azul Ashengrotto’s blubbering, hysterical, breakdown with the same urgency.

“That octo-prick would have ripped you in half,” he sneered, fingers twitching a nervous rhythm against his palms as he watched the nurse wrap another layer or bandages around your head.

You shrugged. “Not on purpose.”

You were going to give him an aneurism.

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” he snarled, ignoring the horrible, twisty thing curling like bile through his chest. “And I’m not going to bother paying for some self-sacrificing idiot’s funeral.”

Another shrug.

“That’s alright,” you hummed, a soft sort of crooked smile on your mouth. “Would’ve been a waste of money anyways.”

Leona didn’t talk to you for a week after that. Surely because your stupidity had reached such a fever pitch that it was no doubt contagious, and he needed to protect his far superior and more valuable brain. Not because the image of you smiling and nodding along to his declarations that he wouldn’t put the effort into mourning your death had soured something so deep in his gut that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to scrape it out.

When he received a letter from home asking him to return for some shitty coronation nonsense for his equally shitty brother, Leona had debated just skipping it outright. Who was going to stop him? You?

Well. Yes, apparently.

“It sounds important,” you hummed, peering over his shoulder at the neat, formal scrawl of the summons. “You should go.”

He snorted. “I don’t want to be there, they don’t want me to be there. What’s the point.”

You frowned, brow crinkling in the middle.

“Well, that’s not true,” you said, perplexed. “They wouldn’t write to you if that was the case.”

Leona snorted, eyes darting away to glare bitterly off into the corner. “Not like they have a choice.”

“Well then you don’t have a choice either,” you argued, firm. “I’ll go with you. See? It says you can have a plus one. You can camp out in your fancy, princey, bedroom. And I can siphon you snacks from the fancy, princey hors d'oeuvres tables. That way we both win. You get to be a reclusive asshole and rub the fact that that you still went in everyone’s faces, and I can get access to some tasty, royal food that I’ll probably never be able to afford again for the rest of my life.”

“Should’ve known you’d be like Ruggie—only using me for the free food,” he sighed, melodramatic and obviously put on.

“Well, also because I thought you could use the emotional support,” you added, a touch too soft and far too genuine. “But I didn’t think you wanted to hear that bit.”

“You’re right,” he scoffed, turning onto his side to hide the strange, miserable heat pricking at his skin. “Don’t ever say corny shit like that again.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” you grinned, flicking at his ear, and Leona added another mental tab to his never-ending list of reasons that you were really far too brainless to keep functioning at all.

You were nice, and you were stupid. And Seven, he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“My brother hasn’t ever brought someone to one of these events before,” Falena had said, to your face. Idiot to idiot communication.

“I didn’t give him much of an option,” you’d chirped, perfectly pleasant. “I don’t think he wants me anywhere near here, to be fair. Or around him in general. But I’m like a cockroach. Can’t get rid of me.”

And Falena had laughed. Because he was terrible. And said, “I’m sure he must care about you very much, little cockroach.”

And then because you were more terrible, you laughed back and said very assuredly, “Oh, not at all.”

Which was—was—

“Do you really think that?” he snapped, once the two of you were alone. And you blinked back at him with wide, owlish eyes.

“Think what?”

Think at all,he wanted to sneer, but just glared silently and bitterly into the middle distance—fighting the nonsensical, irritated swishing of his tail.

But you just kept staring at him. Like he was the moron here. Which was unacceptable.

“Look,” he frowned, sharp and miserable. “I get it. People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you. Whatever gods exist out there were playing a shitty fucking joke on you when they dropped you in my lap. But you’re stuck with me. So stop—” he bit out, fighting that awful, twisty thing in his gut that never seemed to fully go away. “Stop talking like I can’t stand you.”

“…oh,” you mumbled, whisper quiet—that wide, startled gaze flicking away in embarrassment. “Oh.”

“Oh,” he echoed, sharp, and you snorted a laugh that seemed to surprise even you.

“You’re stuck with me too then, y’know,” you said after a long moment. “Even when I make you grumpy.”

“You don’t make me grumpy. I am grumpy. You make me—” he cut off quick, eyes darting away petulantly and an absolutely unfair heat rising along his cheekbones.

“Itchy,” you piped in, and he gaped at you in shock.

“What?”

“You know,” you shrugged, awkward, and reached up to wiggle your fingers. “Cockroach. Many legs. Squirming. Itchy.”

“Never say any of those words again.”

You laughed into your palm—inelegant and a touch too loud. Leona felt his lips quirk.

“Thank you,” you said after a moment, once your giggles were a bit more under control. And leaned forward quick as a whip to press a nervous peck against his cheek. “For being kind to me.”

Kind.

Leona reached up to press a hand against the too-warm skin with a terrible, unfamiliar sensation in his head not unlike the fuzzy, white drone of TV static. And a horrible thought managed to filter its way through the floating, buzzing sensation curling through the whole of him.

Oh, fuck. It is contagious.

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atlasnessie · 2 months

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vacation with dazai means almost being late to your flight, minutes before the doors close and finding a seat near the back, sitting side by side. breathless and face blank, dazai lets out an awkward laugh and turns his head to you, who’s fumbling with the seatbelt.

vacation with dazai is when he unexpectedly gets you two an all exclusive hotel and suite at a five star hotel. he told you it’d be a normal room, but when the bellboy brings your luggage to a room that looks far too big for the both of you, you can’t help but silently gasp in awe. (a little part of your heart broke for a certain idealists wallet …)

vacation with dazai means exploring every part of the hotel on the first day. every restaurant that seems like a good choice, every bar, lounge, bathroom, and shops. the pool is just a minute away from the room, and the beach is right in view.

vacation with dazai means playing by the beach like a child. he’d hop around the shoreline of the water, splashing a few children as he enters the crystal clear, pointing at the fish he sees below him and beckoning you to join him.

vacation with dazai means playing with children by the sand. one of them shouts to her father to join and bury her in the sand, but the father makes tired excuses and rests on the beach chairs. osamu would come and join, hand in hand with you as he crouches down and starts to chat with the poor girl. she laughs as dazai buries her under the sand, shaping it into one of a mermaid as you sit and watch, helping him fill buckets of sand when needed.

vacation with dazai means being those cringe cheesy couples by the pool, holding one another dearly as his back rests on the wall, water being up to both your chests. you comfortably sit on his lap, your arms snaked around his bandages neck. dazai’s face is close as he tucks in loose strands of your hair behind your ear, his arms loose and relaxed, whispering sweet nothing as he thinks of what to do next.

vacation with dazai means having no personal space. you’re in the shower ? well, make room ! so is he !! you’re taking a relaxing walk on the beach ? better get ready, because it’s gonna become a game of tag. you wanna get a snack from the main lounge ? he’ll come with !

vacation with dazai means sleeping butt naked with him. he’ll complain the hotel is too hot, but also purposefully leave the heater up. he’ll touch you all over, peppering your face with kisses as the tv plays silently in the background as he slyly slips off any loose clothing on you, as he does the same.

vacation with dazai means listening to him speak in another language. his charisma gets things done quickly as he speaks as if he’s native in the country. when you ask what he had said, osamu shrugs it off and says a proper translation before adding ‘idk tho’

vacation with dazai means packing last minute and, once again, almost missing check out time and the plane back home to yokohama. but once you’re on the plane, you can’t help but feel as if the whole trip was far too short, a week feeling like a day. as you two wait by the airport for the plane back home, you fall asleep on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around yours to be used as a neck rest. osamus face is blank, steady. he cant sleep well as you do, but just simply knowing that you’re resting and well, it’s enough to relax his tense shoulders.

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American Honey; Steve Harrington ⛱️

summary: it’s summer, and you’re in love with your boyfriend, steve.

word count: 2K

warnings: implied fem!r, drinking, lots of pet names (honey, baby, pretty, beautiful), lord of the rings references (+ fellowship spoilers!!), tickling, suggestive language

authors note: rly missing summer after writing this one 😭 also I made a mental yarn map between st and lotr while writing this that i can’t unmake I fear

Steve Harrington is an American Treasure.

Fresh out of the pool, he strides toward you, a limber hand reaching out for the beer he entrusted you with. It made you feel special, and Steve certainly entertained the notion. He’s always calling you sweet things—baby, pretty, beautiful, or your favorite—

“Honey.” His shining body is enveloped in shade as he steps under the umbrella you’re using.

He’s an American treasure. Patriotic the way that Colonel Sanders or Bruce Springsteen are. Spangled with freckles and moles like stars, stripes of hot skin on display. Red-shouldered from the sun, blue-lipped from a rocket ice pop, but his teeth remain pearly white.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his warm fingers dampening yours as you hand the can off to him.

“‘Course,” you reply, breathless.

“You sure you won’t swim with me?”

You liked that. He never pretended he had the interest of the whole group in mind. Steve wanted you all for himself, and he wasn’t shy about it.

Smiling up at him, you shake your head.

“I don’t wanna get burnt,” you say. “And anyways, who’s gonna look after your drink if I get in?”

Steve steps closer to pet your hair. It’s a little awkward with his hands still being wet, but you accept it nonetheless.

“Lucky for you, I don’t really care about the drink. I only asked you to hold it ‘cause you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A smile creeps onto your face, which has turned red—sunblock be damned.

That’s another thing you like about Steve. He’s not really coaxing you into the pool. He knows you burn easy, and further, he’s trying his hardest not to touch your face. He’d watched you meticulously rub sunscreen over it just thirty minutes ago, and he’s sweet enough to remember now.

Worst of all, he knows your anxiety about burning stretches beyond just you, so he ordered the kids to sunscreen up just to put you at ease. It has you thinking undeniably fond, hungry, and binding things about him.

Steve is none the wiser, setting his beer down and rubbing a pruny palm down his chest.

“Could you get my shoulders again, babe? Think the chlorine washed it all off.”

You both know damn well it didn’t, but neither complains as Steve perches himself on the edge of your lounger and you rub sunblock into his broad shoulders.

It’s hard not to love everything about him. Not that you’re trying to stop, but you haven’t admitted to it yet, so maybe you are. Everything is terribly simple and domestic with Steve, easily imaginable as a forever kind of thing, and you’re desperately trying not to jump the gun.

What’s stuck with you time and again—like now—is your contentment in committing unselfish acts, as long as Steve is happy. Everything you do for him is sublimely fulfilling, and you can’t help but imagine that he thinks the same about you. Why else would he happily swim alone and bake away in layers of sunblock, if not because you’re happy first?

Feeling intimidated by all of the commotion around, you amalgamate all of these big feelings into a subdued kiss on Steve’s sticky shoulder. Your lips come away tangy with sunblock, but it’s worth it.

Taking it as a sign that you’re done, Steve turns around and gives you exactly what you want, leaning over your bare legs to kiss your waiting mouth. You think it’s a thank-you kiss, but then he’s leaning in for another, and another, his hand holding steady to your ankle.

When he pulls away he’s like a concentrated UV beam. His shoulder is hot where you draw shapes into it.

“Y’still having fun? We could go inside.”

Your legs press together.

“I know why you want to go inside,” you tease, poking his cheek, “and it’s going to have to wait.”

“Who says,” he challenges, pouting, “s’my house.”

Your eyes leave his face to watch the action in the pool. The kids are reenacting a Tolkien-related battle very loudly and dramatically, with Eddie as Aragorn.

“Everyone is here,” you remind him, nodding at the pool just as Will flays an imaginary Orc. Steve doesn’t even glance behind himself.

“So?” He mumbles, kissing your bottom lip. “I’ll tell them to leave.”

He’s so hard to resist like this, all gushy and lovesick. You push your fingers into the hair at his neck to pull him away and he hums happily.

“You’re terrible,” you chide, but you’re smiling, anyhow.

“Is it a crime to love your girlfriend?” A shock zips through you, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice what he's admitted.

“Steve!” Lucas—who is using his recent growth spurt to play Legolas—calls over, saving you from responding.

“Stop sucking face and get over here! It’s time for you to die.”

“Uh-oh,” you laugh, patting Steve on the back. “Sounds serious.”

“How come they always make me play Boring-mir,” he complains, turning back to you. He doesn’t seem very motivated to get up at all, practically lazing beside your legs despite the gang of nerds waiting on him.

“He’s not so bad, from what I’ve read,” you argue, glancing at the closed book by your side. “Though I think they should let you take a crack at Aragorn.”

Grinning, Steve stretches up to kiss you.

“Honey, I think you’re the only one who believes in me,” he whispers sarcastically, and then presses in again.

“Steve!”The kids all throw their hands up. Eddie continues to swing a pool noodle like a sword.

“Coming!” Steve gives you the kiss they interrupted, though it's missing the sensuality it began with. “Jesus, you guys, you see what I’m leaving behind?” Steve gestures to you, and you swat at his arm.

“Steve, stop.”

“No! It’s an impossible task,” he declares, arms out, loud enough so the kids can still hear him. Then, quieter, “you’re too damn gorgeous, gorgeous.”

“Resist temptation, brother,” Eddie calls. “The power of the ring cannot be wielded!”

Steve waves him off as he gives you one final, lingering kiss. Then he's up, trekking back into the sun.

“Don’t think you’ll kill me so easily this time, brats. I’m fighting for Mordor!”

“You’re fighting for Gondor, thick head,” Dustin snips, but screeches when Steve tackles him.

Smiling from your shady oasis, you leave your book forgotten at your side. Steve puts on a good show, taking imaginary hits for Merry-Erica and Pip-Dustin, cutting off forgotten lines with groans and tears.

You shake your head ruefully as the kids cheer and applaud his passing, not sure they understand the sacrifice made. Steve just smiles and bows, and you think maybe he doesn’t, either.

When he finally slumps down next to you again—dripping and warm and happy to be discharged—you curl into him and throw your legs between his.

“Tired?” You lean your head against the springy elastic slats and look at him softly. He nods and pulls you closer, his free hand and his thigh working together to open a new can of beer. He takes a swig and hands it to you.

“I don’t know how they can keep going. I feel like I need an IV.”

You laugh around the rim of the can.

“Maybe I can get you a glass of water, then, and keep this to myself.” You swirl the heavy can in front of him. Steve shakes his head.

“You wouldn’t dare. Beer is, like, basically water, I’m pretty sure.” You raise a skeptical brow, but hand it back to him. “It is! It’s sterile, baby.”

“I love it when you talk sexy.”

Steve throws his head back laughing, nearly dumping the can into both of your laps. You never take your eyes off of him, chest light with the high of encouraging a sound so sweet.

“Where did you even hear that?” You trace his collarbone as you ask, and then his adams apple. Steve’s eyes are still squeezed shut as he attempts to talk through his giggling.

“E—hedd—d-iehee.”

Surely it wasn’t that funny, you think, watching him go red in the face. He’s working himself up more than anything, now. You don’t care. You add fuel to the fire, pinching under his ribs to watch him squirm and howl.

Steve practically throws the can onto the ground, writhing away from your menacing fingers.

“Baby—stop!” You’re laughing with him now, infected by his hiccuping voice. “Honey—honey, please——time-out, time-out!”

You stop, and he snags your hand to hold it away from him. Panting, Steve twists around to pin you on the chair, his free hand creeping towards your bare side.

“Payback…,” he whispers threateningly.

“No…Steve—“It’s too late, Steve’s hands are already working into your sides cruelly, and his mouth is blowing raspberries into your neck. You kick your feet wildly, pushing at his shoulder with your connected hands.

At your shrieking, everyone looks over, faces forming into a hash of reactions. Surprisingly—or unsurprisingly—no one intervenes. The boys boo at you, but it’s only as long-lived as the tickling itself.

“Sto-ho-ho-hoppp—“ you plead, and Steve yields, a satisfied smile on his face.

When you finally relax back into the chair again, chest rising and falling rapidly, Steve takes your hand into his and holds it over his torso.

“Hate you,” he puffs out, and then picks up the beer that started it all.

“Hmph,” you complain, and hold your hand out until he passes it over.

“I love you.”

You’re aiming for casual, but you miss the mark obscenely. It sticks in your throat and you end up saying every letter.

Steve is eerily silent, watching as you take a nervous gulp of PBR. When you try to pass it back, his receiving hand floats up to your face to wipe over your bottom lip instead.

“What was that?” It’s not a question so much as an encouragement, a request. You can’t even look him in the eyes, curling into his shoulder shamefully.

“Please don’t laugh,” you whine, mortified. How had he made it look so easy?

Steve snakes an arm behind you and rubs your back comfortingly.

“‘M’not, honey. Just wanna make sure I heard you right.”

“You heard me,” you confirm grumpily.

He hums a warm laugh.

Smushing your face into his bicep, you laugh, too. Like magic, the ease flows through your body again, as if it never left. Like the water in the pool, your conversations always slip and slide from childish to heart-pounding and back again. So far, the scariest parts of being with Steve have been the anxieties you invented along the way, and he’s never been unprepared for them.

Propping your chin on his peck, you cuddle closer to him, the warm day slipping into evening chill. Steve waits, patient as a Saint, fiddling with your hair and your top and your mind.

“You knew, didn’t you,” you whisper, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. The near-empty can is still wedged between your bodies, cool against your ribs.

“Sure,” Steve admits. “But thinking it and saying it are different things.”

“True.” You swallow. “Were you waiting on me?”

“Mm, I guess.” He shrugs. “I know it doesn’t change anything if you don’t, but I think I wanted to hear you say it back. Yknow, when I told you.”

Nodding, you kiss the closest patch of skin you can find. Steve continues.

“And then I realized I’d never know if you’d say it back, so I thought I’d wait for you to say it first, which is dumb—“

“S’not dumb,” you assure him, “that’s what I was doing, too.”

Locking eyes, you both peel into laughter at the same time.

“That’s why it’s dumb,” Steve emphasizes. You crawl closer still, giving him the can to put down so you can close the last gap between your bodies. Steve sighs as your nose presses into his neck. “What am I gonna do with you, honey?”

“Terrible, awful, horrible things, I hope.”

You can feel him smiling, sense it.

“Nuh-uh, we’re in love now. Only love-making from here on out.”

You look out towards the pool, at the kids drying off and getting hungry.

You could hardly wait.

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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dad!steve having the feral urge to breed you immediately after you give birth to your first son )):

let it be known that steve harrington had never been quiet about his urge to have lots of kids and a big family. he’d known since he was a young teenager that was what he wanted — a family of his own, little harringtons running around the yard and causing a ruckus whilst he barbecued and his trophy wife laid on her sun lounger, getting a tan in her pretty bikini. that was all he ever wanted in life, all he could ever remember wanting.

and then he met you. he knew from the get go that you were the one. he wanted to see you with a big pregnant belly, parade you around town and show you off like you were the hottest piece of ass in town (you were, to him). let everybody know he was the one who knocked you up, was the cause of your shapely body, child-baring hips, fatter ass.

you got pregnant not even a month after getting married, because of course you did. steve was insatiable, fucked you at any given opportunity on your fertile days — went as far as showing up to your office and pounding you in the toilet cubicle on your lunch break. you might’ve known you’d both be ridiculously fertile, twenty-somethings fucking like rabbits tended to end up in this situation quickly.

the day he noticed the pudge of your belly looks different, rounded and a little harder than usual, he fucked you so hard you saw stars. whispered sweet nothings in your ear about how sexy you looked, how much your belly turned him on.

the bigger you got, the less he could keep his hands off of you. and you can’t say you complained, the pregnancy hormones drove you just as wild, had your pussy aching and sopping wet for him all the time. steve took advantage of it, of course he did, he would’ve been a fool not to. he’d never been so horny in his life, so desperate for a fuck.

you give birth to a boy. he’s the most precious little guy, has the thickest head of curly hair and his dads pretty brown eyes. you’re both besotted, in love, and you’d never seen steve take to a job as well as he took to being a dad. you knew then he that it was clearly what he was destined to do, and you’d do anything to keep him this happy.

you both love being parents. but the no sex is hard, especially with your whirlwind of hormones, and the fact steve hadn’t gone longer than a day without stuffing your pussy for the last year. you yearned for each other, but headed the warnings your midwife had given you — six weeks minimum, no goddamn exceptions.

he pounces on you the second you get through the door from your six week postpartum appointment, all he needs is your subtle nod of the head and he’s backing you up against the wall — hitches your leg over his hip and grinds into you through the thin material of your panties, sundress slipping up to expose you to him.

he kisses you like a man starved, six weeks of not fucking you felt like a lifetime, and all he wants is to shove his cock in you and fill you with his seed. get you all nice and pregnant with another harrington sprog — and he knows how fertile you are at this stage, knows just one slip up will have you knocked up again and it makes his cock ache.

you’re just as eager for it, of course you are. the sad, stressful healing stage was over three weeks ago and the hormones swirling through your body were showing themselves as sexual frustration. you paw at steve’s loose basketball shorts, tug him closer until you’re slipping the material down his toned thighs, dragging his boxers with them to pool at his feet.

he doesn’t waste time after that, pulling the damp material of your panties to the side and exposing your soaked cunt to the air. you gasp against his lips; feel the thick head of his cock slide in between your folds, running over your clit just barely before he moves back down, pushing the tip into your hole with minimum resistance.

you’re lifted onto your tiptoes with the sheer force of steve slipping his cock into your sweet, wet pussy. he buries his face into your neck and let’s out the prettiest gasp once he’s fully sheathed, stilling for just a moment to make sure you’re okay and nothing hurts.

it’s endearing in an otherwise feral, highly charged situation. you whine a little, hand reaching to card through his messy hair, in hopes it’ll get him to just move. you feel so full, his cock stretching you in this achingly delicious way, and your walls spasm around his length, causing him to grip your thigh just a bit harder.

“fuck, baby. never felt you this wet before, shit,” steve talks like he’s struggling to catch his breath, rocks into you and let’s put a stifled groan, like he’s trying to stop himself from coming on the spot. you feel his cock pulse inside of you, more or less confirming your thoughts.

“need you to move, steve,” you gasp, begging quietly for him to just fuck you. he cranes his neck from his place in your own, looking at you with lust blown eyes, puffy red lips spit-slick, “c’mon, babe. show me what i’ve been missing.”

steve grunts at your words, lifts you up from the ground completely with his strong arms, tapping your thigh twice to get you to wrap your legs around him. you do so willingly, whining as the angle makes him slip just that little bit deeper into your pussy, knocking your cervix. you don’t think you’d ever get used to the sheer size of him, how you were able to feel every ridge and vein. he was right, though, — you were wetter than usual.

he plants his hands firmly under the curve of your ass, helping lift you off of his cock, then guiding you to sink back down. you can’t help yourself, back arching off the wall as you mewl, a shuddery moan puffing from your lips.

“you’re so tight, baby, goddamn,” steve grunts, eyes rolling a little as your cunt engulfs him in wet hot heat, the two of you picking up a rhythm with you bouncing and him fucking up into you, “fuck, you feel so good. missed this, missed your little pussy.”

you choke out a sob at his words, hand tightening in his hair as you lean forward to kiss him — it’s half hearted, you’re just panting into his mouth, mostly. his cock is so deep you feel him in your guts, know he’s going to shoot his load so deep there’s no way you’re getting out of here without getting knocked up.

steve pants against your mouth, not taking his eyes off or you as he pounds into you, keeping you lifted up like it’s fucking nothing, “gonna knock you up again, would you like that, baby? want your belly all full for me again, need it.”

you nod your head fervently, crying out as you sink down and the angle changes slightly, has the curve of steve’s cock brushing your spongey spot perfectly, “please, please. fill me up with your babies. want everyone to — shit, right there! — know your f-fat cock did it.”

steve glances down, catches the sight your tits by accident. all hard and leaking, making a mess of your pretty little dress. he can’t have that, have you sore and aching, that wouldn’t make him a very good husband now, would it?

he drags you over to the sofa without pulling out, sits down gently until you’re back to being fully seated on his cock, and almost in a complete juxtaposition, rips down your dress to expose your tits to the warm air. you hiss, nipples pulled tight and leaking liquid gold. you hadn’t even noticed, too wrapped up in the feeling of being split apart.

“babe, you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to do this,” steve sighs, leaning down to latch onto one of your nipples, causing you to let out a startled little yelp that quickly turns into a moan. it’s fucked up — you’re both fucked up, getting off on him suckling at your tit like he’s starving, lapping at your milk like he’d die without it.

you bury your hands back into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as you slide your hips back and forth, gaining purchase on your clit, enough to have your tummy tightening and core aching, “oh my god,” you cry, tears pricking your eyes at the relief you feel all at once — from your sore tits, your desperate cunt, every little bit of you relaxing at once.

steve looks up at you with innocent eyes, dragging his mouth from your left tit with a small thumb over your nipple, putting his attention on the other one and suckling on it instead. you’re dripping wet with milk, leaking down your belly and soaking your dress through. you can’t find it in you to care when steve’s looking after you like this, gently bucking up into you from below.

“c’mon, steve, finish the job,” you sigh eventually, pawing at the back of his head and tugging the tresses between your splayed out fingers, “cum in me, wanna feel you dripping out of me later, hmm?”

steve takes that as his cue, unlatches from your sore nipple, grabs hold of your hips extra tight and begins fucking you like he means it — hard, fast, enough to have you doing no work as he throws you around like a damn rag doll. your nails claw at his shoulders, the sound of wet skin slapping and your sopping wet cunt engulfing your senses, having you crying out.

“that’s it, baby,” steve grunts, sliding a hand over the front of your pussy and planting his thumb on your clit, circling it quickly, the sensation enough to make you almost scream, “gonna cum all over my big cock, yeah? milk me with your tight, wet pussy?”

you nod your head, crying out as the warmth begins to pool in your belly, the ruddy tip of steve’s cock brushing your g-spot rhythmically, mixing with the feeling of his calloused thumb running over your clit sending you hurtling to the edge quickly, “i’m cumming steve, fuck, fuck—!”

your pussy clenches sporadically as you come, grinding down against steve’s pubic bone as you ride it out, fingernails digging into his shoulders so hard he hisses, slaps your ass in retaliation. you swear you’ve never came so hard in your fucking life, whole body tensing and going lax just as fast.

“that’s it, honey. cum all over me, shit, you’re so fucking wet,” steve’s losing composure, fucking up into you sporadically, going crazy over the sounds and feeling of your wet cunt dripping all down his shaft, wetting him right down to his balls, making a mess of your expensive sofa, “gonna fill you full of my jizz, get you all pregnant, can’t wait to see you with a belly again — fuck, m’gonna cum,”

you’re moaning uncontrollably, body basically limp under steve’s touch as he fucks you with purpose, chasing his own release. you squeeze around him again, milking his cock and that does it — his hips stuttering, grabbing hold of you to force you down onto his shaft deep as he comes, head thumping back onto the sofa cushions, eyes rolling in his head.

you can’t say you’re surprised when your period doesn’t arrive on time. you’re even less surprised to see the plus sign on the blue test five minutes later.

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