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I HATE EVERYONE BUT YOU

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — scaramouche has always been yours, yet he needs you to know that you'll always be his no matter what— even when you get all flustered while he shows you.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — in scaramouche we what?

— ꒰ wordcount ꒱ — 1.7k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, jealous! reader, dom scara, rough sex but very passionate, scara hates everyone but you, slightly possessive scara, spitting, cumming inside of you

"you have nothing to worry about,"

"stop thinking about it and look at me," fingers gracefully trace on your bare skin, "because i need you to realize," drawing all sorts of shapes into your searing flesh, like subtle curves into your ribs, "that you'll never get rid of me," and lines dragging across your stomach when scaramouche's hand ultimately settles on your hips.

your stomach does flips at his words, and a fresh tide of relief cuts through your initial doubts. he grins and clicks his tongue, eyes dancing with amusement when he catches your shyness, "hm? what's up with you? where's this pretty voice of yours now?" and that smile, ugh, he cannot help himself but irritate you abundantly, especially when he knows how you'd react to his words.

"shut up," you hiss, "don't do that,"

"do what?" he cocks a brow, "—that?" he breathes, boldly as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles. the fire in his eyes was hard to miss and when he feels your body react to his loving trace, he's more than happy to indulge in those waves of lust— most notably show you that he'll never go away.

"fuck—" you whine, "you're mean," and you find out that his thoroughly chosen words would end up adding fuel to the looming wildfire burning between you both, the two of you high on the tension and rush smoldering the air.

and scaramouche's confessions were driving you into a spiral.

"careful there," he coos, "take it slow," for him, there was no competition, and even if there was a competition, you're not in it. you're above everything. you're perfect, no one could ever set his heart ablaze like you did.

scaramouche hums, "you're stuck with me." he candidly bites down on your bottom lip, "okay?" when you nod vigorously at him, your hips leaving the bed as your back arches into his digits, your hands finding immediate comfort in his hair as you tug softly at his roots to press his lips on yours.

scaramouche was pretty when he looked at you like that, kissed you like he needed you to survive— dreamily while flushed, his cheeks seething with scarlet redness when he inhales deeply for a moment.

but he's not used to all of this, and he didn't like the fact that you could become jealous sometimes— after all, humans suffer more in imagination rather than in reality, and you have nothing to worry about, scaramouche certainly thought he made that very much clear.

but he's embarrassed, although not because of the fact that he might've gotten too close to someone who wasn't you and experienced regret, which, in fact, wasn't possible.

he simply cannot stand anybody besides you.

truth be told, he's a little annoyed that you forgot about the fact that he wasn't a big talker per se, he even actively chose his schedule so he wouldn't see a lot of people, or anyone for that matter. scaramouche never sought out to make any meaningful friendships with the people of the akademiya as well— despite the god of wisdom helplessly attempting to push him out of his comfort zone.

with that out of the way, the real reason as to why scaramouche was embarrassed was quite silly, because it's due to what your jealousy did to him— fuck, he finds it beyond attractive, yet he refuses to acknowledge that a special heat conquered his chest like that, reaching his groin until he couldn't think straight.

there's a delicate challenge in your ways of reacting when he tells you that you mustn't be jealous, and scaramouche drinks it like water— he knows you're everything he's ever wished for, like ice cream on a hot summer day, you're melting his heart.

he nuzzles into your skin to inhale your scent, leaves soft kisses on your cheekbones while holding your jaw, making you look directly at him.

does he need to show you that he's utterly addicted to you? so, do you require it like a challenge of sorts? because archons, he'll do it, easy work easy done.

to note, it's not scaramouche's fault that people want to talk to him and are curious about the new addition to the akademiya— yet he doesn't like them, it's pestering when they get too close to him as well, ask if he could talk a little more about where he was coming from because they wanted to be nice, civil but end up making him scoff with a roll of his eyes.

enjoying his own company was fine to scaramouche— and he always found himself fantasizing about you all the time, particularly about your soft laughs and candid smiles, your voice, your stories and your understanding was like a sweet melody to the wanderer, and he could indulge in it during his breaks, before he needed to finish a mission, or he could imagine it every single night before he'd fall asleep to the thought of you.

your body was rubbing against his now, sweat colliding as he removes his fingers from your cunt and wraps them around his erection, pretty dark lashes accentuating his flaring cheekbones while you loop your arms around him— parting your legs a little so he could easily slide himself in.

scaramouche gently adds pressure on your tight hole before moving his hips, but it's slow— gentle and delicate that you can feel every crevice of his length in you.

a soft moan rips from his throat as you mold around him easily, feeling him attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of your walls as your hips twitch at the slight sting deep in your abdomen.

scaramouche was as desperate as ever to show you his love through physical attention— and the word shame didn't seem to find a place in his phraseology when he forces your gaze back under his. "open and stick your tongue out," he taps, once twice, against your lips with his thumb, "wanna taste me, right? so do it now," while keeping his throbbing dick buried inside as he purposefully moves his hips a little to make you squeal.

you cannot help the way your lips curve into a smile before you're parting your lips, applauding his efforts to claim you. it's merciless when he bundles the saliva budding in his mouth before spitting on your tongue, his crystalline eyes open to catch your tremble— how can he not indulge in this? you're nothing short of perfect, pleading for him to give you more.

"show me," he commands further, groaning deep into his chest when he looks at his saliva melting with your own and how it's dribbling from your chin, his length twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing at the sinful scenario you're living through.

scaramouche's hands clench at your waist as he fucks you as passionate as he can, his cock pressing against the overstimulated bud in your pussy before starting slow circles with his hips, your mouth huffing out candid i love you's amidst your moans.

inch by inch he slides into you, in and out in rapid movements, the more you take the better it felt having him rub your pleasure spots he so desperately desired to feel suck on his shaft and milk the cum out of his cock. he finds it cute when your face suddenly scrunches up if he moves faster than previous, your jaw parting in awe at how much better it felt the more he upped his tempo to batter your sore pussy.

it feels good— it always does, and if being a little jealous here and there would always result in this, than you'd gladly play your part as much as he needed it. it's almost like you don't hear yourself moaning and spell out honeyed praises, too occupied to indulge on the way scaramouche rolled along your walls and the noises of his balls colliding on your skin over and over.

"fuck— you're gonna make me cum fast," scaramouche gasps, dragging his sensitive cock through you like you're made for him, as if it just fits and he doesn't need to prep you, which he in fact, really enjoyed doing as well.

frankly, nothing tasted as good as your pussy rubbing across his mouth.

one hand leaves your hips before he gives your clit a little attention, pressing through the curtains that protected your sensitive pearl as he rubs your slick over the sensitivity, smirking devilishly when you arch your back off the mattress and begin to shake, your walls spasming while being so perfect when milking his cock, your pussy dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.

you cry out a sound between a broken sob and sharp moan of his name and that's when scaramouche knows you're close too— swift when he drags his hand from your clit to intertwine his digits with your own as he fucked you into the bed, your pussy pulsing around him as your eyes scrunch shut when you reach your high, falling slack against the bed and whining out shortly when he warms you with the weight of his body.

"fuck— shit!," his hips faster, his breath quicker, "you're fuckin mine, mine, mine," scaramouche falls apart, panting against your ear and groaning lowly, his erection pulsing while constricted by your walls as he holds his cock deeply buried in you before thrusting back and forth once, twice, three more times as he spills his load into your pussy— his warm seed setting your belly on fire by how perfect it felt to be claimed in such lewd, passionate way.

"fuck," he breathes, "gonna stay like that for a bit,"

archons, it's so sticky— borderline filthy and shameless with every intention of it being like that. your tits were still bouncing up and down from the following, last thrusts of him pumping his precious cum into your hole and making sure not a single drop gets lost midway.

after a while of collecting your breathing and turning it evenly again, you giggle out, finding his darkened hair strands as you greet him with a wet, sloppy kiss, "wanna join me for a shower later?" you mumble, eyes half-lidded as he hums softly into your lips, "mhm, or i'll decline so you'll get mad at me, right?"

"i will bite you," you threaten, shaking slightly as he pulls himself out without warning to expose his drenched cock being weaved with your slick, the filthy mixture dripping along your inner thighs,

"please do, "i'm counting on it," scaramouche ends with a wink.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #wanderer smut #kuniii #✧’s lovers

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meicore · 2 months

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the sight of someone coming up from between your legs with a glistening mouth and chin .... it feels predatory

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meicore · 2 months

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something pathetic and hot about a loserboy thanking you when you finally let him hit — “o-oh, f—uck” at first, his mind already lost with the initial dip into your warm and wet little hole :( but then he's pounding into you like a feral rabbit in heat, and it's. . . not quite the experience you were expecting from a guy with less game than an old school dreamcast.

he rips a handful of orgasms from you through sheer dumb luck — broad body bowed over you, your thighs pressed almost painfully into your chest and your feet anywhere between dangling in the air above your head or resting upon his shoulders, while he fucks you at a suffocating pace.

it's relentless overstimulation; his desperate thrusts stealing the very breath you need from your lungs, leaving you panting and gasping — clinging to him weakly, when you can manage the energy, or simply laying there and taking it — while he huffs and puffs into the soft skin of your neck, dragging his nose up the length of it to nip and kiss at the soft skin behind your ear.

that is when you're reeled back into semi-consciousness, finally registering the breathless syllables he's been speaking the entire time since slipping his dick through your slick slit: “thank you thank you thank you th—”

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meicore · 5 months

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CW: Smut under the cut

Punishing Furina; ending up fucking her for so long she's just so overstimulated. She's trying to move away from you as you rut your cock into her clenching cunt. But as she moves away, you simply grab her and tug her back to you, beginning to fuck even harder and faster and pushing her into a climax once again.

She's so confused and dazed as to why you won't stop! She doesn't understand what she's done to deserve this treatment, so she's whining about why and clawing at your back in desperation while her body withers under you. Despite her confusion and need for you to stop because she's so sensitive -- she wants you to continue.

She knows she's gotten enough of a punishment from you by this point, but the feeling of your cock dragging against her gummy walls feels so good. She's so sensitive and she can't take another orgasm, yet she doesn't want you to stop.

Not that your going to stop anytime soon, not when she feels so good around you. Not when her cunt clings to your cock and sucks it back in because she's such a greedy whore for you. Especially not when it feels so good to cum inside her and watch her tummy bulge with your cock and cum.

The sight gives you more energy once again and your back to fucking her silly. You don't stop until Furina's filled with your cum and has passed out from the overstimulation.

Just wrote a small thing on @vrachis original idea that they sent in our Discord and that we added onto together. Thought I would share it.

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meicore · 5 months

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straight 2 heaven!

synopsis ﹒doing tha coconut challenge on them (wink wink)

pairings ﹒wriothesley, neuvillette, scaramouche, kaveh x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. not proofread ( half asleep . . ) 、 riding 、reverse cowgirl (wriothesley, kaveh, scaramouche) 、praise (kaveh, neuvillette) 、slight degradation (scaramouche ??) 、hair pulling (wrio + scaramouche) 、reader implied 2 be smaller than them physically !

note ﹒not gunna lie i put my whole blood sweat n tears on this ! been writing this ever since i finished my hw n i think i’m proud of how it turned out ! i had ideas in my head left n right ! this was originally a lot more characters ( itto , zhongli , alhaitham) but i don’t have the patience . . i’m so sorry guys ! i’ll include them in the next promise ! reblogs much appreciated ! feel free 2 send me an ask ! — millie ♡

୨୧ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

wriothesley isn’t stupid, y’know. knowing him, the duke probably knows what antics you’re trying to pull on him, most likely! (he definitely does.) he can’t deny though . . . it feels so damn good. the way your body rolls against his pelvis, taking in the view of your ass as he felt like he was blessed by celestia themselves. wriothesley’s hard hands kept you in place, biting his lip at the mere sight of your ass jiggling against his skin, you were so hot. how you rode him and spell the word “coconut” was hot, everything you did was hot. he wanted you. so so bad,

“mmh.. that’s it, baby . . keep riding me like that.” wriothesley’s rough hands held you down, his other hand running through the flesh of your back with affection. the duke’s fingertips tingled with desperation and neediness, tangling around your hair, gently pulling you closer to him as he tugged on your hair roughly . . . a small smirk painted upon his face. “mm.. ‘like when i pull at your hair like this, princess? you’re so damn needy for me, yeah?” wriothesley’s hard cock twitched within you, as if it was begging for more . . more of your drenched cunt. your nails dug deep into his thighs with a sense of want. you kept your hands on him as you began to move yourself on his dick, moving around slowly . . spelling the letter “C” using your hips. “ooh.. this is new.”

your hips rolled in a full circle around his shaft, forcing a grunt to emit from your boyfriend’s throat. “f—fuck baby . . what’re you tryna’ do, hm? you’re full of surprises today, a little too much for my liking.” one of his calloused hands found their way to your breasts, fondling around them roughly while the other was on your waist, holding you in place on his lap while you spell the words “coconut” painfully slow against him. wriothesley thrusted up your pussy, the sounds of squelching was enough to put him on edge. you felt like you were on cloud 9, taking in the feeling of his huge cock slamming inside of you, rubbing at the deepest areas inside you. grabbing a fistful of your hair, a loud whine slipped from your tongue as the larger male shoved his fingers in your mouth, holding you firmly by the hair. “look at you, such a needy little slut for my cock. are you trying to kill me? your pussy’s speaking to me, baby.” wriothesley whispered against your ear, bringing a hand to slap your ass. “go on, keep going. spell my name next, tell me who you belong to.”

୨୧ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

let’s be honest, neuvillette had zero idea what you were ere trying to do. zero. but, that’s a good thing, that means his reaction will be more better than you thought i’d be! neuvillette would probably think of this as a normal intimate session between the both of you, but the way you gazed down at him says other wise. neuvillette would lose himself so easily, the way you were probably rolling your hips to spell the word was enough to push him over, it felt good . . . he couldn’t deny that.

“mmh. such a good girl . . am i hurting you?” a dopey smile crept on neuvillette’s face as your pussy wrapped itself around his huge cock, you were beautiful and lovely . . . so was sensitive. with a shake of your head, the chief justice watched you use his cock for your own pleasure, he could feel himself get excited at the sight of his dick disappearing in and out of you, slowly . . unable to hide his admiration for your figure. “you’re so good, lovely. that’s it . . . you feel so good.” neuvillette wrapped his large hands around your hips, squeezing the flesh of your skin as he helped you ride him, biting his lip at how far he’s into you, he could even see a bulge with a single squint of his eyes! how you rode him made him think about the previous night spent with you. here he was, beneath you as your pussy sucks him in deeper and deeper . . . the way you begged and pleaded... the way your body writhed in pleasure, your voice turning almost animalistic drove him to the edge, but he wouldn’t dare to move.

“look how well you’re taking me ma chérie,” he whispered under his breath, gasping when you began moving your hips up . . . then down . . then to the side, left. “so perfect . . . so perfect you are ma chérie.” you licked your lips as you spelled the word “coconut” the constant movements of your hips on his painfully hard cock was almost enough to make him cum. “such a perfect girl . . riding me so good.” his perfectly hard cock twitched inside you, grunting. “does it feel good, neuvi?” you pressed small kisses against his collarbone, leaving light, lingering caresses that made him feel so good in some unexplainable way. he was close, you could tell he was. wow, all because you rolled your hips against his cock to spell a word? you were impressed. it was necessary to say, that you sent him straight to heaven.

୨୧ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

“are you trying to drive me crazy?” his voice rumbled in his chest, his rough hands tugging at your hair from below, pulling you down . . . practically forcing you to arch your back. you couldn’t tell if he knew what you were up to or not . . you really couldn’t tell. but the good part is, he seemed to have been enjoying it! a little too much. a grunt emitted from his throat, his hands still caressing your breasts from behind as his expression became increasingly sharp and lustful. you couldn’t tell if he was lost in the moment or not . . .

you hips slammed against his, using his thighs for support while your back was arched for him and only him, you could’ve sworn you felt his cock twitch twice within your insides! “you’re a fucking slut," he whispered gently, yet his voice had a sense of malice into it. “ride me properly, or did i tire you too much that you can’t anymore?” his voice sent your stomach to the edge, it did twists and turns on you as you rode him just like how he wanted you to, wincing at his rough hands pulling at your hair again. “you’re driving me crazy . . fuck. fuck fuck fuck . .” down . . . up . . to the side, yeah, you were definitely sending him to the edge with this one. you roll your hips against his down, riding his cock with ease as his hands roughly squeezed the flesh of your ass. “fuck— mm . . you don’t deserve to feel this good . .” you could tell he was losing it from how he was handling the way you spelled “coconut”, loud skin slapping against one another filled your ears as your body clearly brought out a side of him that was full of raw desire, pure lust you couldn’t even explain yourself.

his nails left marks on your shoulders, his thick cock sprouting thick ropes of his cum as it pumped it within you, filling you up just right. “kuni . . . kuni—“ “take it. take what i give you, got it?” well . . let’s just say this backfired a bit! honestly, you weren’t even riding him anymore, he was full on fucking you to oblivion right after you just spelled coconut! but who are you to complain? i think it’s safe to say that . . . you really did send him straight to heaven!

୨୧ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

kaveh honestly didn’t know what was up at first, but the more you moved your hips against him . . . he was starting to get the gist of it bit by bit. kaveh’s breath was caught in his throat as he came inside you almost immediately. damn. already? your face scrunched at the stickiness from his cum between your legs, but you can’t blame him really, the way you moved against him, your gaze . . your slow yet steady movements, fuck he was definitely gonna cum quicker than usual. the blonde architect thanked every single star in the universe for this opportunity, to have you ride him like this in such intense intimacy, your whole back and ass in his view.

kaveh chuckles and kneaded his hands along with your tits from behind, pinching at your nipples . . tugging and pulling, his other hand roaming over your waist to your lower back, rubbing small circles. “mmh . . are you trying to tease me? what’s this all about . .” he was so gentle with you, his hands caressing your skin softly with care as he leans in to kiss your shoulders again. the architect’s lips make their way down to the nape of your neck where he nibbles on it in a careful manner, it was like he trying to elicit a reaction from you. “come on, baby . . you know you love when I do this," he whispers playfully. “you’re so good to me, so good honey. fuck— you just know exactly how i like it, don’t you sweet girl?”

you sigh heavily, the disgusting sounds of squelching whenever you go down on his cock was evident, and you could hear it loud and clear. you lift your hips high into the air, using all strength left in your body to spell “coconut” hoping he got the hint, your stomach fluttering at the sudden sensation of his fingertips grazing the edges of your thighs as he holds you in place. your mouth hung open, more of his cum stuffing you nice and full the more you moved around his cock. kaveh licked his lips, understanding what you were trying to as his hand caressed your ass. “. . . i sure do like the view from here, angel. you’re spoiling me today by riding me like this and blessing me with a view like this. beautiful.”

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meicore · 5 months

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── it almost pains wriothesley when he notices your hand reach back and grab his hips, a feeble attempt at trying to slow down the eager thrusts he’s oh so generously giving while ploughing you from behind. he grunts at your pathetic hand, wrapping his own around your wrist and pinning it behind your back, “baby. . if you’re trying to stop me, at least put some effort into it, hm?” he chuckles hotly against your ear, wasting no time to press his sweat-covered chest on your bare back, hard cock reaching a toe-curling depth inside your wet cunt. wriothesley notices the way your walls clench around him like a desperate little cockslut, “aah. . you like it when i hold you close to me and fuck your little cunt like there’s no tomorrow? yeah?” his voice is gruff, pillowy lips dangerously grazing at the sensitive spot below your ear, just how you like it. “or is it because you’re vulnerable like this, hm? you like being fucked when you’re all helpless? oh, how naughty of you.” oh he’s such a menace. wriothesley moans into your ear “ah. . ! ah. . ! ah . . !” mirroring the ones slipping past your own lips, as if to mock the way how cock-drunk you were; the way you shamelessly open your mouth to let him know how good he’s making you feel. wriothesley can’t help act this way whenever he’s balls deep inside you, so mean and merciless but oh once you come, he’s nestling his face into your neck—whispering sweet nothings against your sweaty skin, endless praises for how well you take him leaving his lips. such a daring contrast from the carnally hungry beast he was a few moments ago but that’s what you love about him.

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While you were both dancing around... whatever kind of relationship you have, you had become intimately familiar with the fact that Wriothesley loved to call you terms of endearment. From anyone else, you'd gag and cringe at the cheesiness of the pet names, but somehow Wriothesley just made them work. Even some of the most cliche ones ever— My Heart. Love. Amour.

You had just been getting used to it, had just been getting used to fighting down the unbidden curl of your lips whenever he calls you by these names, when he decided to change things up a little.

"Hey, mon cœur, come take a look at this for a sec," Wriothesley says easily, barely even looking up from the newspaper in his hand. You, however, stop in your tracks.

Mon cœur. My love. Mine.

You're not entirely sure when Wriothesley started adding 'my' to the beginning of each of his cheesy little pet names, but you can't deny that every time you hear it, it sends you into a flustered little tizzy. You try to beat back the flutter of the butterflies in your stomach, try to fight down the heat that finds itself at your neck and the tips of your ears. Goodness, you have to will yourself not to hide your face in your hands, if only because that would make your predicament that much more obvious to him.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the very object of your embarrassment stands before you, his hand light on your shoulder. His brows are furrowed in concern, the back of his hand already raised to your forehead in a soft touch as if to check for a fever.

"Are you alright?" he asks, other arm holding you steady. You need the support, but not for the reasons he might think.

“Yeah— yeah,” you say, trying to shake yourself out of it. Trying to banish the thought of him calling you my love for the sake of your own sanity. “Yeah, I’m fine, no need to worry.”

“You sure? You’ve been kind of out of it recently.”

You gulp, gaze unsubtly trying to drift away. For a second you debate between being honest and merely shelving the topic for another time, but... something about his concern makes you want to dissuade his worries, even at the cost of your own pride.

Painstakingly, you try to clear your throat. “Yeah, I just…the… the pet names, they…”

Wriothesley raises a brow, blinking for just a second before a smug, pleased little grin finds its way onto his lips. “Oh? You mean, the little additions I added to them?” And when you only nod once, unable to look him in the eye despite how physically close you both are, his grin widens.

For the sake of your dignity, your racing heart and the steady heat crawling up your face, you wish that he’d give the teasing a break, but instead Wriothesley comes closer half a step, wraps both arms around you and leans down close enough that you can see the way the blue in his eyes shifts with the light.

“Does it get you all flustered when I call you mine, mon cœur?” He practically purrs, just to prove a point. It makes you swallow heavily, makes you want to smack him out of sheer embarrassment.

You do, in fact, try to slap him on the chest but he just laughs like it was nothing— curse him and his muscles.

But he manages to catch your hand by the wrist before you can draw it back, placing a sweet kiss on the back of your hand, and you come undone.

He holds your hand tenderly, his arm still wrapped around you, keeping you cradled against his chest

"You know," Wriothesley admits softly, leaning close and keeping his voice low, like it's a secret he wants to share only with you. His smile is boyish. Cute. Filled to the brim with affection and honey. "I'm actually really happy that you like it, because I really like thinking that I'm yours, too."

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meicore · 5 months

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DAY 31 — drunk sex

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

a/n. hello loves! this concludes the last day of my kinktober, thank you so much to everyone who read along and supported my stuff <3 it means a lot to me and I had so much fun!! after taking a day off, i will post three bonus kinks that will be posted from the 2nd-4th november, that's all and i love you all — yoru <3

𖧡 — including — kazuha, venti

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, drunk syx, teasing venti & dom venti, wall syx, touch starved, both parties are consenting

𖧡 — KAZUHA

sometimes you forget that even kazuha can be defenseless against alcohol and it's negative reactions on the body, let alone make yourself join him in order to watch out for your boyfriend which wasn't originally that big of a deal— despite both of you now, being batshit drunk, randomly lost outside a dark alleyway and essentially starved for each others touch.

"so cute," kazuha coos and hiccups against your lips, "please, voice your pleasure out to me, i yearn to hear you."

to your surprise, it was a miracle that you both were even able to stand tall with all the alcohol you had consumed earlier running through your veins, and well, the truth was— you haven't seen each other for a while, and what better way was there to catch up on your lives with a couple glasses of dandelion wine accompanying adventurous stories and daily activities.

kazuha eagerly pulls at your bottom lip between his teeth as he whines when you suddenly pull yourself away, "come back," he pouts, "one more, heh, ’please," attempting to kiss you again as you dodge him flawlessly.

yet, he wouldn't be sad for too long— because you see, you could barely wait to feel him as well, not just those small, hasty kisses he would plant on you, but the real thing, the one you missed dearly as you turn your body around so your back could face him, your plush ass greedily wiggling over his rigid erection and drawing a low grumble out of his chest.

oh my, you're just so desperate, and kazuha doesn't even try to conceal his excitement when he flips your skirt up, followed by dragging your slicked panties down so they could clumsily dangle around your knees. so now, as he fists his erection in his palm, gathering his pre cum over his shaft so he wouldn't hurt you upon entering your warmth, you bite back a whimper when he nudges his cockhead against your hole before slowly entering you.

"baby," you pant, "hurry, please more," his painfully red and swollen cock gradually filling you up as your own body grows on hotness, almost feeling as if set on fire when the cold wall you were being pressed against served as an easy way to cool yourself off.

kazuha sighs blissfully as he can finally, finally feel you again, he just missed you so much it practically burned his heart to be apart from you for such a long period of time, his head although ringing, the lingering scent of wine hovering between your bodies when everything appears as if trapped in a blur.

one hand, wraps around your waist while the other presses close to the cold wall to keep his stability, or well, both of your stabilities.

if anything, both of you would die of embarrassment tomorrow that you even had the audacity to fuck outside, shamelessly yearning for those shallow thrusts of his hips smacking against your plush ass that would drive you into absolute madness with unfaltering greed and begs to feel him even quicker, better and finer, his cock rolling in and out of your wet cunt and sending tingles down your spine, your legs wobbly and your erected nipples harshly brushing against the cold wall.

𖧡 — VENTI

there was a sonata playing in your head on repeat, and at first— you wonder where it came from, then remember that you must've picked it up during the past hours of drowning yourself in booze together with venti happily joining you— and everything started out pretty innocent, in fact, you never really seemed to have looked at him for much longer than two seconds, aside from joyfully listening and humming along to his songs whenever he performed at the angels share.

groaning deeply, venti sloppily kisses your lips while fisting his semi hard erection into the little tunnel of his palm— and again, you curse yourself that you have never admired him from up close, despite the fact that your own vision was blurry, your head slightly spinning as you watch every curve and ridge of venti's solid abs tense and let go in tune with his cock rutting into his hand.

although he too, lets his eyes follow down your body and looks at your glossed up folds drenched in your own slick, your legs parted so he could settle himself in between, "I bet you're so soft," venti slurrs happily, moving forward to roll the leaking tip of his cock across your folds as you flinch at the feeling, pulling out a strangled sound that scratched over the back of your throat.

"you know," he starts, shamelessly nudging his tip over your fluttering hole— so shameless, in fact that you're wondering if it was just the alcohol making him exceptionally confident right now or if he's always like that, taking into consideration that the bard was treating himself to quite the amount of liquor day by day.

"i will admit... i never had the guts to speak to you," he cackles, practically admitting that he was harboring at least something for you, which, truthfully made you let out a surprised gasp— although you haven't thought about venti in such ways before, you were finding yourself drawn to him for whatever reason, it's almost like something divine would pull you to him whenever he performed songs that you considered your favorites.

"you— uh, really?" you breathe and swallow hard, and next thing you know he slides himself in without warning, huffing out a strangled groan as your wet warmth instantly envelopes around his shaft, rolling his hips all the way inside so he could grind against your neglected clit.

"venti!" you whine, "don't just— do that!" bucking your hips as he drapes his body on top of yours, your slick oozing out and wrapping around his shaft. but he grins slyly at you, slamming his dripping length into you as your wet heat clung onto him, your arms folded around his chest so you could whine and sob into his neck.

"me? do what?" feigning innocence, he reaches up to squeeze one breast, and the sight of you enjoying how he pumps his thickness into you was intoxicating, so erotic that he violently twitches inside your tight hole.

"oh, silly!" he continues, "you're so cute, with your mouth open, looking all desperate!" and before you can even answer to that, he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, his harsh thrusts making you moan into his mouth as he skillfully inches back and forth your tight cunt.

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meicore · 5 months

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cw. fem! reader, virgin neuvillette & touch starved neuvillette

neuvillette whines when his body uncontrollably surges forward into your searing cunt, and as you grind your warmth on top of him once more, he nears the end of the tight rope amplifying his massive pleasure— shiny beads of sweat battered above his brow bone as you ride him with fluid motions as to not overwhelm the handsome man, his face shining in rose-light, and every desperate wince and utter he displayed revealing his irresistible divinity.

the immortal fragrance of his ambrosial trace perfumes the air as his body began to smell just like you, in fact, your scent was the only one to ever invade his own and it's absolutely intoxicating, especially because neuvillette doesn't even realize just how big he was and how difficult it can be to keep yourself calm while having your guts full of his fat cock— and not to forget, it's his inexperience that made you wince and aroused when being split in two, eagerly lapping up the crystalline tears on his warm cheeks when he groans out from overstimulation, your warm pussy dragging his painfully hard erection in and out when he roughly grabs at your hips, in fact, gripping so damn tight that you were flinching from the mild pain.

but it's a nice feeling, enough that it caused you to moan his name and rock your hips harder, it's blistering, nowhere near done when he suddenly bucks his hips up, faster, although whining out when your walls clamp around him at once, manifesting an ache to soothe the knot of discomfort in his stomach, or his twitching erection that made him drool from each side of his mouth due to this newfound pleasure that he experienced for the first time in his long life.

grunting from the sheer force of your thrusts, neuvillette strengthens the hold on your hips to fuck up into you the exact same time you did the same, shooting down a cold spark on each crevice of your spine as he cherishes the embrace of your warm walls and that you were so willing to grace him with your presence— graciously painting him with your slick arousal all the way to his shaft that oozed out from your hole when you fucked him raw, wanting him to memorize just how good it felt to be milked by a warm, wet cunt.

neuvillette was too far gone, you can clearly see and feel it, he was drowning within the bounds of his own dirty moans and the lewd squelches of your pussy imprinting your arousal all over his shaft, your bodies against each other blemished by the act of sex that you're forcing your tongue into his mouth to calm him down, at least somehow, remorselessly picking up the pace and crashing down again, up and down up and down, his heated noises all silenced by your greedy tongue lapping against his wet muscle— neuvillette's brain dissolving when your walls repeatedly twitch and try to swallow all of him, twist and milk him tight with your soft pussy felling like a riding compression, all the more sweetening the moment the more you speed up.

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the easiest way for him to lay off and relax from his boring job is you— doing you all night, that is. when he’s had a particularly rough day at work, he’ll come straight for you, eyes sly and just by his facial expression you can tell he’s aroused and horny, sheer precum leaving an ugly, wet stain right in the middle of his boxers.

”c’mere,” he’ll grunt, manhandling your body around to the perfect position, him on top, of course— sliding in his fat, veiny girth into your unprotected pussy, pinning you down with an evil and sadistic grin— just so that you can’t escape.

after a few more unholy squelches and noises, he finds the right rhythm, fucking and breeding you just right— cock hitting, thrusting, pounding, and stroking all the right places, fueling your womb with his unconditional love. “this pretty pussy is gonna be all mine tonight.”

#misc smut #genshin impact smut #genshin smut

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meicore · 8 months

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Boys who like the breed you

A/N: Hiiii okay so this is just a little something for you guys until I finish my Atsumu fwb fic please enjoy alsoooo my ask are open so send some in my loves!!

CW: Breeding, afab reader, abit size kink

Boys with such big breeding kinks. They sink their cock into your already leaking hole just to fuck their cum inside of you. They have the mindset of where else would I cum. They can’t imagine wasting one drop of cum. Your tight little hole is the only place that’s perfect enough. They bully their cock into your twitching hole moaning about the beautiful babies you’ll have for him.

“My pretty angel. You’re gonna look so perfect carrying my babies.”

His cock gets even harder at the thought. He’ll push his palm down onto your stomach and watch as your eyes roll back. You can barely contain the lewd moans spilling past your lips. You’re trembling telling him you’re not sure if you can take any more.

“You can take” He concentrated on the way your pussy sucks his cock in. “You’ll take every drop I have”

Sweat drips down his body as he’s fucking himself into you. He has your legs pressed against your chest so he can get a view of how good you’re taking him. He finds that this is his favorite position to breed you in.

“Perfect position to make you a mommy”

His cock feels so big stretching you out. He’s fucked so much of his cum into your hole its leaking out as he’s plunging his swollen cock into you. He’s not a wasteful person so he’ll take two fingers to scoop the leaking cum and bring it up to your mouth. No drop wasted, that’s his motto. You can barely keep your eyes open but he wants you to watch. He needs you to witness the way he’s dragging his cock in and out of this perfect hole of yours.

“Look Baby” his eyes are wide watching in awe. “Look at how much your pussy loves my cock”

He wants to give you a gift for taking his cock so well. He makes endless promises to fill you with his cum and when he’s done he’ll use his tongue to clean you up since you’ve been so good for him.

Atsumu, Toji, Kita, Bokuto, Itadori, Gojo, Tendou, Matsukawa, Choso, Oikawa, Hinata, Sakusa, your fav

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meicore · 8 months

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Boys who fuck you slow and sensual when you’re sleepy. He’ll lay you on your side while his chest presses against your back. His cock fills you up so much all you can do is lay there mumbling barely audible thank yous.

“That’s it baby” his voice is sultry in your ear.

His breath fans across your skin as he pants, overcome with pleasure. He presses wet kisses to your skin while his hands leave no part of you untouched.

“You don’t have to do anything but lay here and cum on my cock angel”

His filthy words contrast the soft nickname he loves calling you. His hand comes down to your leg lifting it just a bit to allow himself to stroke deeper. He can feel the way you squeeze around his cock. You’re close, he tell from the way your breathing becomes shaky or how you can’t help but grind down onto him in an attempt to meet his thrust.

“Come on baby, make me proud” his own voice almost fails him from how good you feel. “Make a mess for me Angel, you can do it.”

He almost feels bad now. He knows he should be taking it slow on you but the way your hand grips his hip pulling him into you has him feeling feral. His head dips into your neck sucking harshly at the skin.

“I’m sorry baby” he grunts

His cock plunges into your dripping hole at a rough pace.

“Your pussy is just too good”

He pulls the loudest moans from you and smiles at the sounds. He makes a mental note to record next time so he can remember how pretty you sound creaming on his cock.

“Take this cock for me, I know you can do it”

His words go straight to your core. You’re almost sure you’re going to have to change the sheets when he’s done with you. His hand smooths over to your core rubbing circles on the small bundle of nerves.

“mmm so good for me aren’t you, it’s okay you can cum” His cock is relentlessly pounding into you.

“And say my name when you do Angel, I love when you do that”

Kuroo, Bokuto, Osamu, Hinata, Sugawara, Atsumu, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Gojo, Choso

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meicore · 8 months

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Save a Horse (Ride Your Coach)

Part 1 || Part 2

Horse riding instructor!Silco × F!Reader (Modern AU, ‼️NSFW‼️)

Word count: 4k

Big thanks to the loveliest @sweatandwoe for the encouragement and for giving me a veeeeryyyyy delicious idea <3

Warning: PURE SMUT NO FOREPLAY NO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT N-O-T-H-I-N-G LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO (also MDNI, I mean it, go away) also a shitton of horse jokes teehee

The man pulled you away slightly and let out a smug chuckle. God fucking dammit.

"Show me what you've learnt, love," He slurred out, his hoarse voice full of lust and desire, lips barely brushing against a lovebite blooming on the side of your neck. "I taught you well. Prove it. Ride me. Properly."

"Chest out, back straight, hands in front of you." The man beneath you breathed out, his usually cold and strict voice now a pathetic whisper, barely audible among the symphony of your own whimpers and the obscene wet sounds of your coupling. "Thought you don't need any more guidance on - Ah! - that!"

"Mhmm, well maybe I could use a couple more private riding lessons." You batted your eyes innocently at Silco, lowering yourself on him once again and grounding your hips against his, making your coach throw his head back in pure ecstasy, his hands coming to grip the plush skin of your thighs. "Whaddayasay to that, teach?"

He groaned.

"So." You halted your motions and leaned your upper body forward, laying down on top of him, your hard pebbled nipples pressing into his hot and sweaty skin and your mouth just a breath away from his neck. "Can that be arranged?"

"You're too full of yourself, girl." Silco said through gritted teeth. His hard cock pulsed vulgarly in you, it begged for your attention and at least a tiny bit of that delicious friction you've been blessing him with moments prior.

You bit your lip and looked down at Silco, clearly finding entertainment in mercilessly teasing the man and denying him the pleasure he so desperately desired.

He was such a beautiful mess beneath you - his deep ruby linen shirt fully unbuttoned, showing his toned flat stomach and chest which were now covered in an array of lipstick marks and teeth indents; his always neat and slicked back greying hair was tousled and disheveled, a couple of strands sticking to his sweaty forehead; the makeup covering up his scars was smudged, exposing the dark damaged skin underneath; his eyepatch that was supposed to shield his injured eye from the rest of the world was tossed carelessly aside and was lying somewhere in the farthest corner of the hayloft. Probably.

"Oh am I now?" A sweet chuckle escaped your lips. "I thought you were the one filling me up here~"

Silco's mouth twisted up in an annoyed scowl, that delightful little triangular gap in his front teeth was now on full display for you to marvel at. The knuckles of his surprisingly soft and delicate hands that were resting on your thighs turned chalk white, carefully trimmed and polished nails digging into the flesh and leaving half-moon imprints in their wake. He tried to move his hips up and take the matter into his own hands, no longer able to put up with your lack of action and the effects it had on his painfully hard shaft.

"What a needy man you are." You responded to his ministrations by rolling your hips a little, feeling him twitch eagerly inside of you. "Weren't you the one who kept telling me - mhmmm - to always be patient when it comes to- to riding? Let your new 'partner' know you better? Get used to - ah shit! - your weight on top of it? Mhmm?"

The prickling sensation in your legs and knees was driving you crazy, and not in a good way. The horse rug you two were using as a blanket and the one Silco had dug up from the tackroom wasn't thick enough to prevent small bits of hay from sticking out and poking at your reddened skin. You couldn’t even imagine how bad Silco had it, since his entire backside was pressed into that mess and you sitting on top of him was only adding to the - no doubt - unpleasant feeling.

Oh well, it was his decision to sneak out like a pair of shameless teenagers and fuck each others brains out in the stuffy old hayloft behind one of the stables' buildings after all, wasn't it?

(you were the one to rile him up, but we don't talk about it)

But you had to admit - to have your pussy stretched to all hells by your riding instructor's enormous cock, while surrounded with nothing but dried-out grass (and possible rodents) was something you never thought you'd tick off of your to-do list.

And there you were.

Silco's hands moved from your thighs to your sides and squeezed gently, as if trying futilely to keep you in place. You felt him once again attempt to rut into you like a wild animal in heat, a soft ghost of a groan slipping from his slightly swollen lips. He shut his good teal eye in frustration, while the second one was left open, unblinking, it's bright disfigured fiery iris shamelessly staring at you.

"Please."

Your eyes went wide.

"What did you say?" You asked, disbelief and amusement both apparent in your voice.

"Please start moving." He moaned out. "I thought I made myself- Ugh!- clear."

You smiled triumphantly, brought a hand to his scarred cheek and gently caressed it. Silco leaned into the touch, eye still closed, his chest going up and down with each shallow and ragged breath he took. What a sight to behold.

"Never thought I'd have the pleasure of hearing you beg."

"Mhmm." Silco hummed. "Don't get used to it, girl. I'm just desperate."

"So I see."

One of his hands left your side and Silco buried it in your hair, long thick fingers weaving through the locks and tugging on them gently, eliciting a pathetically needy whimper from you. He pressed you closer to him, and you felt his sharp aquiline nose poking your neck, as well as his hot breath blanketing your tender skin. A series of wet sloppy kisses and occasional nibbles was planted on the column of your throat, each one followed by a delightful little hum. When he found a particularly sensitive spot, Silco glided the tip of his skillful serpentine tongue along it for a bit, before you felt him suck the skin into his mouth and then suddenly bite into your flesh, sharp teeth a stark contrast to the welcoming wet heat of his tongue and lips.

After that you were no longer able to hold back the moans and prevent your hips from involuntarily bucking forward, your walls clenching deliciously around cock. The feeling of Silco's lips and teeth claiming you in such manner was fucking heavenly.

The man pulled you away slightly and let out a smug chuckle. God fucking dammit.

You didn't have to be told twice, but with the way he said it? You'd sell your own mother if it meant that you'd have the opportunity to listen to him speak like that for the rest of your life.

Without a second thought, you lifted yourself back up, bit your lip and teasingly clenched around him once more. You were embarrassingly horny and wet yourself, your clit pulsing and begging for at least some sort of stimulation, your own arousal covering your inner thighs and his entire groin, so it was fairly hard to keep up the façade and continue teasing him like that, all while you damn well knew that you wanted him to ravage you and rearrange your insides just as much as he did. You straightened your back and positioned your hands in front of you, the palms of your hands laying flat on Silco's stomach, just like he taught you. As soon as he felt your touch, he let out a hitched breath and placed his hands back on your thighs. Oh, he had it BAD.

"Don't test me, girl." He blurted out. "Ride."

You whimpered, his last word sending electricity right to your heated core. Just his voice, his quiet silky voice, thick and luscious, dripping from his lips like melted honey mixed with rattlesnake's venom, just the sound of it was enough to bring you to the brink of pleasure and make you cum all over him right then and there, give him the smug satisfaction of watching you unfold right before his very eyes, make him realise how little he actually needs to make your legs shake, and only further feed into his already inflated ego. He smirked and gave your left asscheek a hard smack, the ghost of his stinging touch adding to your arousal and making you throw your head back as you finally, finally fulfilled Silco's wish and started slowly moving your hips up and down.

"Yes, button." The man grunted at the delicious and long-awaited feeling of your warm and tight pussy milking his cock to the earnest. "Yes, just like that."

When you once again plopped down onto his shaft and felt the tip of his cock hit a sweet spot, a shamelessly loud moan escaped your lips and you rolled your hips a little in an attempt to enhance the feeling. The sound of his praise was still ringing in your ears.

"Oh fuck!" You bit your lip hard and bowed your head, a few drops of sweat rolled down your nose and dripped right onto his heaving stomach, just above where your hands lay.

"My good little button." He murmured under his breath, his right hand moving from your thigh and settling on your pubis. "You have no idea how much I envy your mare everytime I see you mounting her."

"Mhmmm, really?" You managed to push out something resembling a coherent phrase among the needy whimpers and ragged whines you've been making while bouncing on his dick like your life depended on it.

"Yes, dear." His thumb moved along your now spread and fully exposed slit, gathered up your slick and brought it back up to the upper part of your pussy where your swollen clit was, smearing the clear and sticky fluid all over the hardened bundle of nerves and making you let out a long moan.

He smirked and retracted his hand a tiny bit, the pad of his thumb barely hovering over your clit. Each time you moved up and down on him you felt his thumb lightly graze your bud, a frustratingly feather light touch, barely there. It was driving you crazy and he definetly took notice of that, judging by the incredibly smug half of a smile he had on his scarred but handsome face. The motherfucker found his own twisted pleasure in teasing you and turning you into the putty in his hands, dependent on his touch and hungry for pleasure only he knew how to give you. It was only fair, since you were blueballing him for good ten or so minutes before he finally broke down and begged for you to ride him. What a vengeful bastard.

You pushed your hips out and his thumb pressed into your clit a little, the feeling made you dig your nails into his torso and whine out a desperate plea. At that Silco quickly yanked his hand away from your cunt and brought it to his mouth. You watched him as he lolled his tongue out and lapped at the salty-sweet slick covering his thumb, his gaze fixated on you, blue and red not leaving you for even a second. He hummed at the taste as he finally put the finger fully in his mouth and suckled on it, cheeks hollowed out, brows furrowed in concentration. Fuck.

You kept your eyes on him, mouth slightly open in awe and arousal while you still rode his cock, your pace now a little bit faster. He gave his finger a final loud suckle before he pulled his hand away from his lips and reached for your bouncing left breast, cupped the globe and started teasing the sensitive nipple with his once again wet thumb. He gently rolled the nub between his fingertips, making your areola pucker up a bit at the so needed stimulation, and the cool air hitting your spit-covered nipple only added to the sensation. Then Silco dragged the tips of his long digits all over your breast, his touch leaving heat and ice simultaneously in it's wake and making you whine louder for him, not so silently begging the man beneath you to bring you to the edge and finally tip you over.

Silco chuckled, dark and almost sinister. He loved when you were like this - your usually cocky demeanour now completely vanished without a trace, leaving a whimpering moaning and desperate mess of a woman hungry for his touch, dick and mouth in it's place.

"Don't bend your back, love." The fucker croaked out between his own grunts and sighs, completely out of the blue, probably for the sole purpose of irritating you. "And remember about balance, yeah?"

"Ah! -Oh shut up, you old b- " You were about to reciprocate and humble the overly confident motherfucker beneath you when suddenly you heard the doors to the old hayloft swing open, the rusty hinges making a loud squeaky noise.

You looked down at Silco, who's shocked expression completely mirrored yours - eyes almost popping out of their sockets, brows furrowed together and mouth wide open. He shook his head, leaned up a bit, grabbed you by your shoulders, pulled you down on top of him and pressed you into his chest, arms tightly wrapped around you and his cock still pulsing eagerly inside of your cunt.

Well, technically whoever entered the hayloft wouldn't have been able to notice you two right away - the place you decided to claim as your today’s love nest was situated to the right from the door, in the dusty corner of the ancient wooden building, on top of four compressed haystacks, with six or seven more of stacks towering above you and shielding you and Silco from the gaze of the unknown "guest".

You heard the unmistakable sound of someone lazily pushing a steel wheelbarrow into the building. The damn thing sounded like it was already heavily loaded, with all the screeches and squeaks it let out. Then the person let go of the handles of the wheelbarrow, let them drop to the floor and let out a tired sigh, before you heard them mutter out some kind of a curse followed by a snipping sound. They cut off the ropes from around one of the haystacks, so they were probably going to fill up the haynets. They were going to fill up the haynets, which is a long and tedious job. They were going to fill up the haynets right here and right now, while your horse riding instructor was lying beneath you with his dick buried balls deep in you. Just great.

"Stay quiet." Silco muttered in a shushed tone into your hair. "This is probably the stableman, it's feeding time."

"Yeah, no shit." You replied irritatedly, your voice not nearly as low as his. "Who else would that be?"

The person, presumably the stableman, paid no attention to your banter and continued doing his work, judging by the continous sound of hay rustling and his whistling. Maybe he had earphones in?

"I said be quiet." He growled through gritted teeth. "We should not get caught like this."

Oh. OH.

"And why is that, teach?" You lifted yourself up a little and smiled down at him, but your smile was more akin to a cheshire grin - just as wicked and mischievous now that you found a new sweet spot. "Afraid that your colleagues will find out you're getting pussy? That you have basic human needs?"

"Stay silent, girl, or else I swear to God I'll make you regret it." Silco whispered, his hold on you tightening more and more with each passing second.

"Hmmm," You lifted your pelvis up a bit and felt his cock almost slip out of you. That got the reaction you wanted from him - good eye squeezed shut, mouth opened in a silent moan. "Don't you think it's hot though? The thrill of a possibility of getting caught fucking in a bunch of hay? Doesn't that make you even harder? Because from what I feel right no-"

"Shut. Your. Mouth." His fingers were digging into your tender skin now, stopping you mid-sentence and drawing a quiet pained whimper from you.

"Or what?" You tilted your head to the side and started moving your hips up and down very slowly, the feeling of his shaft sliding against the spongey walls of your still dripping pussy only enhanced in the new position. "You wanted me to ride you, didn't you?"

"Oh, you shouldn't do this, girl." He all but moaned out. "You're not getting off that easy."

"Mhmmm, I think I already am."

Silco let out a frustrated sigh. He finally admitted his loss.

Well, you thought he did.

Soon you felt his hands move from your back and settle on your ass instead. He gave your buttocks a playful squeeze, eliciting a quiet moan from you. You started moving a bit faster now, the wet squelching sound of your pussy encompassing Silco's painfully hard cock became so loud to the point where it already should have attracted the unwanted attention from a poor stableman and probably traumatise him for life.

But he was still whistling some unfamiliar tune and tinkering with hay, showing no awareness of the fact that he's not alone in the building. Good for him.

"What a naughty thing you are." Silco grabbed you by your hair and brought your face to his. "I'll make you ride bareback for the next two weeks. You'll be wearing those white Le Mieux breeches too."

"Ah!- Bu- But! YOU gifted them to me!"

"And I know you like them." He whispered in your ear before gently biting down on your earlobe and tugging on it. "That's what happens when you disobey your instructor, button."

"You animal."

He only chuckled at that.

His lips trailed down to your throat and left a few sweet and slow lingering kisses there. He was getting good at this game, already better than you. The occasional needy sounds you allowed to slip out seemed to no longer bother him. He started to move his hips up trying to match your pace, which made you moan even more, even louder than before. Fuck, you were so close.

That's when Silco brought his mouth to yours and captured your lips in a kiss, swallowing your obscene moans. His tongue curled around yours, your teeth clashed awkwardly and you felt him hum into your mouth. He pulled away only to latch onto your lower lip and suck on it lightly, his gaze darting up to meet yours. You whined and connected your lips once again, this time determined to be the one in charge. You glided your tongue over that wonderful little triangular gap in his two front teeth, and tilted your head to the side a little to get better access and prevent his sharp nose from poking at your cheek.

This went on for no longer than six minutes before the stableman finally opened the door and rolled the now full wheelbarrow out of the hayloft, leaving you and Silco alone. Once again.

"You are done for." The man beneath you breathed out, after carefully peeking from behind the haystacks and making sure that the man was gone for sure.

"Wha-"

"Oh I've had enough of this." Silco suddenly sat up, almost knocking his forehead on yours in the process, grabbed you by your waist and started aggressively bouncing you up and down on his cock while lifting his pelvis up as well to the rhythm, making you moan out in surprise.

The veins on his exposed forearms became more apparent, his grip on your waist was tightening with each sharp trust.

You knew he was strong regardless of his slim build - you've seen him carrying two western saddles at once, but this? Raising you up and down on his cock as if you weigh little to nothing? This man is sure full of surprises.

"Is this what you wanted, huh? For me to show you how to ride- mhm- properly?" He breathed into your ear. "Is this why you're acting like a brat?"

You didn't reply, only continued moaning and sobbing into his clothed shoulder, your spit and tears soaking the expensive fabric and darkening it even more.

"Well, that's how it's done, girl." He sped up his motions, dropping you down onto his cock and lifting you up again, again and again and again. That delicious friction made you sense the heat in your stomach finally start to spill out of it's confines, your long-awaited release just a breath away.

Just as you were about to cum, Silco halted his motions, leaned down and took your right nipple into his mouth, which caught you completely off guard, but it sure as hell wasn't an unpleasant surprise.

You whined out your approval and gripped his hair with both of your hands, bringing him even close to your chest. The wet heat of his mouth on your sensitive bud was fucking unreal. You felt his tongue swirl skilfully over your nipple, his thin lips an airtight seal around it. He smirked triumphantly at the sounds you were making, the vibrations sending electricity through your entire body and bringing you even closer to release. Silco looked up at you, his eyebrows knit together in pure concentration, as if sucking on your tits was the most important job he's ever been trusted with. He pulled away and blowed on the wet nipple slightly, enjoying the way it made you squirm and whimper. Soon the man planted a line of sloppy kisses over your sternum and moved onto the other breast, giving it the same treatment and once again starting to move his hips a little.

The ice and fire of his eyes not tearing away from yours for even a fraction of a second, hungry and desperate to imbibe your reaction, marvel at the way you bite your lip so hard to the point where a tiny bits of crimson start to seep through, imprint your halflidded gaze and flushed cheeks in his memory.

His free hand shot up to grope at the tit he's been sucking on moments prior, enclosing it in his palm and squeezing without an ounce of gentleness. It drew a loud sob out of you and you gripped his hair even harder, the actions making him chuckle into a mouthful of tit. He started twisting and turning his wrist, fingers and nails still harshly pressed into the tender flesh of your globe, and lips and tongue still working tirelessly on the other one.

Pleasure and pain, such a simple combination.

Yet such a beautiful one.

When Silco pulled away from your chest to admire the marks his mouth and hand had left there, you felt his cock twitch in you, a telltale sign he was about to paint your insides white. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and pressed his lips to the purple hickey he had left there earlier.

Fuuuuuuuuck.

In order to help him out a bit, you started rolling your hips and clenching down on him, which proved to be more than effective when you felt him moan, a needy sound that got muffled by your skin. You brought your hand down to your clit and rubbed at it furiously, desperate to finally reach your peak and cum for him, bless him with the sight of you becoming undone on his cock, make him see stars as well.

Finally, he froze up and grunted, and as soon as you felt his hot seed spurting out and flooding your cervix, you pressed yourself closer to him and moaned right into his ear, your own climax shooting through you like electricity and making you shake, limbs too weak to hold your weight up any longer.

"Good girl." Silco cooed, completely out of breath as you bonelessly slumped into his lap. His hands started rubbing your bare back in circles and he was whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear while you whimpered and whined, the afterglow of your orgasm still holding you in a vice-like grip without any intentions of letting you go.

"I know I am. You did good too." You breathed out after a while, voice still wavering and hands still shaking, but you wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease him for the world. "My good prize pony."

"I'd give you a sugar cube but-"

"Shut your mouth this instant." Silco pulled you away slightly to look directly into your eyes. "Or else I-"

"Yeah yeah. Gonna make me clean out all the stalls and polish all the saddles, huh? Heard it all before, teach." You moved your hips a little, his seed leaking out of you and rolling down his still somewhat erect shaft. Once that got a reaction out of him, a soft breathy moan, you pushed him to lay back down on the rug covered haystacks, lifted yourself off of his cock and climbed up onto his chest, leaving a slick trail on his body. "Speaking of saddles,"

Silco looked up at you in confusion, but despite his shock he still automatically moved his hands to rest them on your thighs. You winked at him and moved up a bit, so that your cunt was hovering right above his face.

"It's about time I switched up mine.”

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